Chapter 120 - Project Anti-Terminator
Seeing Huang Yuan leave, the crowd and reporters immediately began to frantically take pictures and videos.
Firefighters and first responders hurriedly stepped forward to receive the people on the plane.
In the sky, Clark followed closely beside Huang Yuan, and when he got closer, he wrapped the other party with his biological force field.
I haven't tried airplanes, but it's still easy to wrap a person around.
"How did you do that?" Clark asked.
"You mean planes?" Huang Yuan asked rhetorically.
"Well, you know I have a biological force field, but you don't!" Clark really couldn't figure it out.
At this time, suddenly a strange force covered him.
It feels like you've suddenly entered a heated room on a cold day.
"That's why you were able to save the plane?" Clark asked, feeling it with his eyes closed.
"You guessed it." Huang Yuan smiled, "It's a pity that there is no reward."
"What a magical energy, it feels even more strange than my biological force field." Clark applauded.
"Not necessarily, your biological force field is very useful, don't be presumptuous."
As soon as the words fell, the two met Tony, who was still flying.
Tony had just flown less than a third of the way before, when he heard that Huang Yuan had saved the plane, and he suddenly felt speechless.
Then he was about to turn back, and soon Jarvis detected the two of them approaching him.
"I said Tony, are you here to welcome us?" Huang Yuan, who stopped, looked at Tony and laughed.
"Ahem, sort of." Tony's face hidden under the mask was a little helpless.
"Then thank you, Clark and I will go back and make dinner for you to eat, don't let the food get cold." After Huang Yuan finished speaking, he and Clark flew up again.
Looking at the two who had left the dust, Tony's cheeks twitched slightly.
"Jarvis, what is the flight speed of Mark's armor?" Tony asked.
[Sir, the current average speed of the Mark series is 316 m/1 second.] 】
[If you fly with an overload, you should be able to reach a speed of Mach 1.2.] 】
Tony sighed helplessly, "In other words, even if I fly at full speed, I will be left far behind by them, right?"
[I'm sorry, sir.] 】
"No, it's none of your business." Tony, who was flying on the road, said, "Create a profile, and I'm going to start developing new engines and models."
[Sir, I don't think you need to be too fast-minded, because normal flesh can't withstand the G-pressure caused by extreme speed. 】
"Jarvis, you're wrong."
Tony said quietly, "If one day, we encounter enemies like Gen and Clark, am I going to be played like a monkey like I am now, and I can't do anything about it?"
"That's not my character, Jarvis."
[So, Mr. needs to develop weapons and equipment against Mr. Gen and Mr. Clark, right?] 】
"No, no, no!" Tony denied, "It's an enemy similar to theirs!"
[I see, sir.] 】
[Do I need to create an independent encrypted document as before?] 】
"Well, that's the name of the document," Tony said after a moment's thought, "it's called Project Anti-Terminator!"
"Haha, I suddenly have a lot of inspiration in my head, Jarvis, write it down as I say!"
[Yes, sir.] 】
In the evening, when everyone was eating together, Huang Yuan noticed that Tony Stark's face was not quite right.
"Tony, what makes you so happy?" Huang Yuan wondered.
"Haha, it's just that I suddenly have a lot of inspiration, you know my favorite thing is the moment when the inspiration bursts, it's not too wonderful!" Tony put down his knife and fork and laughed.
"Oh, congratulations, but I still hope Pepper doesn't hear you
words." Huang Yuan said lightly.
Tony's face froze, then he squinted at Huang Yuan and asked, "You kid can't record, right?"
"You're thinking too much, absolutely not." Huang Yuan denied, "I don't have Jarvis, and I don't wear armor, how can I record?"
"That's good." Tony breathed a sigh of relief, then covered it up again, "Don't think too much about it, I just don't want Pepper to think I'm just obsessed with R&D, after all, I didn't sleep and eat at that time, it would make her more worried."
"That's good, I thought you didn't know!" At this time, a voice that was obviously gritting his teeth sounded in the living room.
"Pepper!?" Tony was so frightened that he almost jumped.
Then he looked at Huang Yuan angrily, and the latter shrugged helplessly and said, "I didn't record it, but Pepper just called."
"You know, my house is equipped with a fully intelligent housekeeping system, which can wirelessly answer calls throughout the room, don't forget that this is still from you."
Tony gasped, yes, he really had this thing sent over to install.
"What, nothing more?" Pepper's voice rang out again.
"No, no, Pepper, I just fooled them." Tony quickly explained.
"Oh, I'm not as good as your Mark armor anyway, you can sleep in that thing tonight, I let Jarvis lock the door." Pepper hung up the phone directly.
At this moment, the whole room looked at Tony, some pity, some smiling, some gloating.
"Well, if you don't mind, I still have a guest room here." Huang Yuan reminded.
"No, I know how to get in." Tony picked up a piece of beef with his fork.
After putting it in his mouth, he stared at Huang Yuan with a murderous gaze, and at the same time chewed very hard in his mouth.
"Hey, Tony, that's your own problem."
Huang Yuan reminded "kindly": "Someone was teaching Clark how to chase girls not long ago, and now he is reduced to the point that he can't go back to his own house."
Tony swallowed the beef in his mouth with difficulty, and then said viciously, "You don't need to say it, Clark can definitely catch up with Louis, I promise!"
"Well, thank you, Tony." Clark on the side smiled awkwardly.
"Lack of money to find Tony, for him, money is like toilet paper." Huang Yuan bumped Clark with his elbow.
"That's not good." Clark said embarrassedly.
"He's right, money is like paper to me, but it may be like air to him."
Tony retorted without showing weakness, "So if you lack love funds, just ask him for it, and you don't have to pay it back."
"If he asks you for it, just come to me, I have a team of thirty lawyers for you!"
Huang Yuan didn't mind at all and said, "Thirty people? Tsk, my team of lawyers has 50 people, all of them are top-notch, why don't you meet them tomorrow?"
Looking at the two of them, the others ate silently, and had no intention of interjecting.
The two bigwigs are slapping each other's faces with banknotes, why should they care.
Isn't it fragrant to pick up the bills that fell on the ground?