Seeing the craftsman walk out, Bai Ye directly manipulated the anti-hulk mecha to breathe fire on the soles of his feet and flew up, making those wearing bipedal mechs can't help but widen their eyes in surprise, their mechs can't do this.

They held the weapons in their hands tightly and subconsciously aimed their guns at Bai Ye, but then, under the slight gesture of the craftsman, they put down the weapons in their hands one after another.

The Hulk-Kick mech landed lightly in front of them, and the sound of metallic footsteps was particularly heavy in the silent night.

The mech's massive figure cast a shadow, and at the same time, the craftsman slowly approached, his eyes squinting slightly, as if trying to adjust to the glare reflected on the mech's surface.

His gaze was cast on the surface of the mech, examining every inch of metal, as if silently talking to the massive mechanical creature and exchanging some kind of information.

"This is vibranium?" The craftsman suddenly raised an eyebrow and asked.

His mutant abilities also function as perception, and he can observe the kinetic and potential energy present in machine creations from his vision.

This allowed the craftsman to instinctively know and understand any machine or technological device within his vision, so the moment he saw the Hulk mech from afar, he already knew that the boys under his command were no match for the comer.

When the mecha flew closer, he saw that there was still a layer of vibranium on the already powerful anti-hulktop mech, and he broke off the idea of starting a war to drive away the invaders.

Did that person mention some Avengers and Clint Patton?

"That's right, that's it." Bai Ye raised a hand and knocked on his breastplate to make a crisp metallic sound, as if to confirm the strength of the mecha, and then beckoned to the eagle eye who had just gotten off the aircraft in the distance and didn't know whether to come over, "This way!" ”

Hawkeye hesitated, then walked towards the White Night and the Craftsman, while Wanda probed her head and didn't get off the plane.

When he got closer, he frowned slightly, moved his lips, the corners of his mouth raised, and after trying to make a very enthusiastic expression, he shouted: "Craftsman! My old friend." He made a gesture to embrace it.

"Excuse me." The craftsman raised a hand with a cold face and stopped Eagle Eye, his eyes revealing a hint of indifference that was thousands of miles away, as if he did not want to get too involved emotionally.

Seeing that Clint scratched his head and didn't continue forward, he nodded and said, "We only knew that there was such a person as each other, so we didn't have to pretend to be old friends." ”

"Tell me what's the matter with you coming to my shelter? It doesn't look like it needs my protection. As he spoke, the craftsman looked at the silver-white mecha and the moon knight in the distance.

It is no exaggeration to say that these armed forces can completely walk sideways on the wasteland.

Hearing the craftsman's words, Bai Ye shook his head with a smile and gently opened his helmet, "Protection? Of course not. ”

The craftsman's eyes narrowed, waiting for further explanation.

After his gaze swept over the surrounding scenery, and then returned to the old man with a red belt on his forehead in front of him, Bai Ye said slowly: "We are here to seek cooperation, you have the ability to build a machine." ”

"And we have the manpower and intelligence, as long as we work together, we can get rid of the Red Skull."

"Really? In the past 40 years, there have been countless people who want to play heroes, but the results are not good."

The craftsman touched the red strap on his forehead and bowed his head as he spoke, and the past experiences came back to his mind at this moment.

After the day of the fall, he finds out what happened between the X-Men and Wolverine, and assembles a team to seek revenge on Mysterio.

It was only after several years of searching, paying huge casualties, and watching his old friends who had narrowly escaped death at gunpoint, that he learned that Mysterio had died at the hands of Red Skull, and the Skeleton President did not want such an unstable factor around him.

Then came the days of being disheartened and hiding in the Indian reservation to guard the one-third of an acre.

"I'm sorry, buddy, but you look like you're going to be able to kill those scoundrels yourself, and you don't need me." Before the words fell, the craftsman waved his hand, turned around and led the person into the distance.

He only came here to make sure there was no threat from the comers, and since it wasn't an enemy invasion, he could go.

"Empty words, really not convincing, Wanda?"

Bai Ye sighed and looked at the Scarlet Witch in the distance, hoping that she could use her abilities to give the craftsman a conclusive answer.

"Wanda? You're not dead." Hearing his voice calling for Wanda, the craftsman turned his head in some surprise, but stopped abruptly before he could finish his sentence, for a red light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

This red light not only appeared in the eyes of the craftsman, but also spread over his entourage. This red light gradually formed a faint aura that surrounded them.

"You're going to 'purify' them too?" Hawkeye looked at the Hulk mech beside him a little bewildered, surprised.

"Of course not, why would I do that." Bai Ye spread his hands helplessly, "Just let him see where we came from and what we've done so far." ”

Wanda wouldn't be willing to do the work of brainwashing those gangsters, but if she uses telepathy to transmit memories. Even Professor X doesn't think there will be any moral problems, and gives a thumbs up to indicate that one top one is useful.

After a few moments, the red light gradually dissipated, and the craftsman and his entourage returned to the real world, his eyes a little misty, as if they were still immersed in the memories they had just had.

In another reality, the suffering that the Earth has experienced in just a few days has made the vision he has seen for forty years seem insignificant.

The cannibalistic zombies, who roam the streets of the city, devour innocent lives at will, and the screams, cries and wails of people fill the streets, creating a horrific picture.

After the scene of the zombies swept away, the craftsman's mind resurfaced a series of actions after Bai Ye and his party came to this world.

Zemo died in a wheelchair, Magneto was killed, and those super soldiers repaired by Venom.

"I, I." The craftsman felt his head a little drowsy, and he gently stroked his head, "I saw what you went through."

"Perhaps. I mean, maybe this time can really change everything. He said slowly, a subtle excitement in his voice, "What do you want me to build for you?" ”

Hearing the answer he wanted, the corners of Bai Ye's mouth rose, and he raised a hand, letting his fingers gently outline in the air.

"Imagine a tool that allows the user to travel like lightning on the battlefield, lift heavy objects with ease, and resist attacks from any direction."

"Power armor."

I went home late today, and I will continue to do more tomorrow

(End of chapter)