"Purpose?" The well-informed Ina didn't make a fuss.

"It doesn't matter what its purpose is, it's not our enemy for the time being." Luke reassured.

"As long as you know what you know." Ina heard that things were not out of Luke's and her control, so she let go of the anger in her heart. With what she knew about Luke, she guessed that Luke might be trying to do something and achieve something with this matter, but since Luke didn't say it, then she wouldn't ask. Because she understands very well that sometimes this kind of non-saying is not distrust, but a kind of protection.

When Luke thinks he can tell her, she'll know everything. Now that Luke doesn't say it, she naturally won't make it difficult for him.

In the early stage, things didn't get out of control, and they were all under Luke's control. If it gets out of control, that's something that two people need to face together.

Looking at Ina, who was resolute and left to go to the company to re-handle the affairs after saying the answer, Luke, who had rested enough, reworked his prototype. Although there is a snooker security team, there are still necessary security measures that can be prepared. He can't become Superman for the time being, and the best way is naturally to learn from Tony Stark and build an iron box for himself.

As for the snooping and attention of S.H.I.E.L.D.?

Luke didn't take it to heart. He knew five years ago that he couldn't make ends meet. Even if he minimized his exposure as much as possible, it didn't help. He knows very well that with his current growth rate, it is inevitable to enter a certain circle and be noticed and targeted by some people or organizations. There's no escape!

Unless you throw away the golden finger and don't upgrade, you will gamble on your luck in various disasters in the future and escape death again and again.

But negativity is not Luke's choice.

That kind of thing that hides from the beginning and comes out to the full level to surprise everyone is just a beautiful vision from the beginning. Only when you face one hurdle after another, and then cross them one by one, and grab enough benefits and growth cornerstones from them, such success is the most stable.

Since you have decided to contact those people and objects, sooner or later you will have to get in touch with the organization of S.H.I.E.L.D. Instead of jumping out with all kinds of techniques to scare Nick Fury and causing him to be wary of you as some kind of conspirator, it is better to reveal some information to the other party from the beginning, so that the other party thinks that he has enough information in control.

Anyway, it's just some information that is not extremely confidential, and it has nothing to do with the final hole cards, so it doesn't matter if it's revealed.

For the time being, Luke didn't have any intention of competing with Nick Fury, the suspicious S.H.I.E.L.D. leader. As long as the other party has no malicious intent, then he will naturally enjoy some of the conveniences given by S.H.I.E.L.D. He doesn't want anything now, he just wants to stuff his head and develop.

……

Malibu Villas.

Tony Stark is reimagining his Mark 2 suit step by step. Every step, every program debugging, and every mechanical energy output need to be run in and tested little by little.

The underground laboratory in his villa has been a mess of his continuous experiments, and even Pepper Pepper Potts is a little difficult to tidy up.

"The output energy needs to be adjusted a little more, and Jarvis is recorded."

Tony Stark, who had just been driven by the energy and flew out upside down and smashed on the cushioned floor, still grinning in pain, turned over and sat up, revealing a head that had been leveled off the workbench, and said to his intelligent system Jarvis.

When the energy output is fine enough for the robotic arm and its own arm to withstand, the test is barely qualified.

And then the next one.

It's complicated, it's boring, it's boring, but Tony Stark is immersed in it.

Originally, he didn't want to go into battle and do the test himself, but in his original consideration, these cumbersome verification steps should be done by more professional people. For this reason, he also went to visit his friend James Rhodes, but Tony, who still disagreed with his friend on the arms matter, asked his friend James Rhodes to go back and think about it before he could say his request.

The meeting between the two was an unhappy one.

But these days, it's not bad to experiment and create your own brain-based creations.

So he decided that everything was up to him, and that he didn't want to pay attention to anyone or anything until he succeeded. Including Obadia Stanney, who he regarded as an elder, ran over and complained to him, the board of directors wanted to drive Tony, the culprit who caused the company's stock to plummet, and let Tony take something out of his hand so that he could go back and help talk to him and stop the others, Tony didn't have the heart to deal with it. He was now like a demon, and he was thinking about making Mark 2.

At this moment, he still has a fire burning more and more in his heart.

If he didn't vent this fire, he couldn't cross the threshold in his heart, and he didn't dare to think about Ethan's face that gave his life so that he could escape smoothly.

……

Hebolen Industrial Park.

Closed training ground.

A soldier in a silver-gray steel suit flew straight up, and after twisting and turning in mid-air, one failed to brake and crashed into the soft dirt floor. The soldier got up from the ground, half-sat and shook his head, and the helmet opened directly, revealing a relatively young face inside, followed by the roar of snooker with a horn: "Control the energy output!" Lac, you're the only one on Team B, and you're the only one who can't perfectly control the flight of the suit! ”

"It's too hard, sir!" Lark was a little desperate.

"Who made your synaesthesia score so bad! If you can reach Stage 2, then controlling the energy output of your suit is as simple as controlling how much force you need to attach to the punches you throw! Add an hour to your synaesthesia training today! Snooker roared again.

"Sir, I don't think it's okay to change people, I propose that the standard threshold for being selected for the mechanic team in the future should be at least the second stage of synaesthesia." A female soldier next to her pouted, the second stage of synaesthesia, after implanting a pocket-sized receiver, even if it is long-range, it can exert a certain combat effectiveness like a finger-in-arm control suit. Beside her was the steel suit that did the same disdainful action as her, pink, and her figure was more slender and beautiful than the other steel suits around her, she liked to die of her steel suit, and she almost had to sleep with her arms in her arms.

"Tiney, I'm almost at the second stage of synaesthesia!" Rak roared loudly, and then, under the death gaze of snooker, the visor was lowered, stood up, and once again began to fly smoothly releasing energy.