Eight Hundred and Twenty-Nine Chapters Smart Gangsters Have No Culture

After more than an hour, Tony sat up from the bed.

He looked down at the faint blue light on his chest, closed his eyes for a moment and nodded, "No problem, it's much more comfortable than I thought, I thought it would be as difficult as a girl's firstti."

Ethan laughed. "No, your first time belongs to it." He shook the simple electromagnet in his hand, which was connected to the wire and battery.

Tony snorted, "Well, I remembered it wrong. After all, I was in a coma when you did this for the first time."

After a few simple jokes, the two began to work again.

They don't have much time.

As more and more parts are processed, the flaws will become bigger and bigger. We can't pin all our hopes on the lack of culture of the gangsters.

At this moment, looking at the surveillance footage in the cave, a slightly smarter gangster murmured doubtfully, "Why doesn't this look like the photo at all?"

As he said that, his eyes were swept back and forth between the photo of the Jericho missile in his hand and the parts in the surveillance screen.

The companion on the side came over and explained with certainty, "Maybe it's an improved version? We're not an American military factory here, so it's normal to make something different."

The smart gangster still shook his head, insisting on his own opinion, "Look at this bomb tail, it really doesn't look like a Jericho missile."

The companion made a gesture in his hand, "You are too stupid, look back, isn't it right?"

The smart gangster turned the photo around suspiciously, and compared it for a while. "Is that so? It's... It's a bit like."

The companion patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be suspicious, as long as they're working, it's fine. Want a cigarette? I got it from an American soldier last time."

The smart gangster's attention finally turned "Give me one."

After lighting the cigarette, his mind was no longer on the surveillance screen.

Just like what his companion said, as long as the American eldest young master continues to work, it is all their people here anyway, and he can't make any monsters.

In the cave two days later, Tony had already manufactured all the parts before he took out a stack of blueprints, put them on a glass plate, and turned on the light under the glass plate.

Ethan looked at the stacked blueprints, where the original unrelated scattered patterns spelled out a sketch of a steel armor, and he couldn't help but wow, "This is amazing."

Tony's eyes twinkled brightly "It's our only hope of getting out alive."

"Let's get started, we're running out of time." He said, disrupting the drawings, throwing them away, and walking to the side to assemble the armor.

While doing all this, he also thought of a certain black charcoal head, but he was by no means grateful to that guy.

His steel armor did not copy Batman armor.

It's just that in the cave where all these tools are very simple, he simplified a lot of the design of the armor, making this armor look like Batman's armor in some places.

For example, in terms of ugliness, it is more like someone's armor.

Of course he wouldn't copy such an ugly design, it's just that the structure is too simple, causing the two to be necessarily similar.

And he doesn't thank Batman for the tiny arc shock reactor in his chest.

This is something his father designed long ago, and he successfully started the large arc shock reactor at home.

More than two months ago, in order to solve the power problem of the steel armor, he successfully miniaturized the arc shock reactor. The difference is that the previous reactor did not have electromagnet function.

Privately, he named the reactor the Ark Reactor.

It all depends on his own efforts.

It's just that the appearance of the black carbon head made him think of the research on the Ark reactor in advance.

Maybe if I can get out alive this time, I won't have trouble with Batman in the future? That is of course impossible.

At most, when you uncover the guy's helmet, choose a place where there are no onlookers, so that this guy can continue to pretend to be mysterious. These thoughts flashed away, and the movements in Tony's hands became faster and faster.

He, who has assembled many battle armors for a long time, is familiar with this kind of work.

Compared with the earliest Mark 1, this set of paperbacks is like the difference between a worker building a building and a child building blocks.

It does not need too many functions, it can be the most important protection function, plus a certain attack power.

However, as the best hope in desperation, Tony gave it a name - Mark 0.

0, not only means that its technical level is lower than Mark 1, but also means that it is made from nothing in a cave.

An hour later, with the help of Ethan, Tony basically finished wearing the armor, and there were no major problems.

Only some interfaces and parts were not handled perfectly, and some parts were slightly scratched and pressed, making him uncomfortable.

Resisting the urge to dig out his little dick, Tony greeted Ethan, "Start the activation program and activate the armor's energy system."

And just a few minutes ago, a bald head walked to the surveillance camera and looked at the situation in the cave.

In just an instant, he noticed the abnormality and shouted, "Where's Stark? Where is he?"

The two gangsters, who were a little sleepy, were jolted and suddenly woke up.

When they turned their heads and saw that they were bald, they were all trembling. "He, they have been working. We are watching, they have been busy all night and haven't slept."

The bald-headed complexion was gloomy, and there was a ferocious light flashing in his eyes, "Show me there, where his people are."

The two gangsters hurriedly looked at the surveillance camera, and the smart gangster immediately raised his hand and pointed, "Here, he's here. The workbench just covers his body. Look, he just took the tool from Ethan."

The bald bandit leader snorted coldly, still feeling that something was wrong in his heart, "The two of you immediately go and call Olma and let him come over and take a look." He raised his finger and pointed to the two bandits in front of the surveillance and ordered.

"Okay, boss Raza." The two gangsters didn't dare to delay, they got up and ran away.

The bald-headed bandit leader Raza looked at the surveillance screen again.

In the surveillance, Ethan was nodding at the place blocked by the workbench, apparently talking to Stark, and operating the laptop in his hand.

It looked like they were really working.

Kraza's keen sense kept reminding him that something wasn't right.

...

Luke arrived at the place where the Ten Commandments Gang was suspected of being stationed at dawn.

This time, he didn't rush in directly. First, it was dawn, and second, there were too many people inside.

Although he rushed to the field very quickly in recent days, it was all at night, and he had to do reconnaissance beforehand.

A medium-sized drone that is several times larger than an ordinary small drone and uses a normal aircraft type was put into the sky for the first time by him.

This UAV has more sighting equipment and stronger functions, and is suitable for use in complex areas with multiple targets.