Chapter 1071: Ordinary Daily Life Before Christmas (Part 2)

In the empty corridor inside Stark Building, Rhodes walked quickly towards the door of the laboratory, followed by another black man, and the two stopped at the door of the laboratory.

Rhodes straightened his back and opened his eyes. After the scanning machine at the door of the laboratory scanned his facial and pupil features, it opened the door.

As soon as he walked in, he saw Stark with a naked upper body debugging a new battle suit. He hadn't taken off the mask on his face, so he looked a little strange. Seeing Rhodes coming in, he turned around with his hands on his waist and said, "Oh, you're here. Take a look. I slightly upgraded the power system of the new battle suit. It should be pretty good, right?"

After saying that, Stark took off the mask on his face, tilted his body, glanced at the black man behind Rhodes, and then put his eyes back on Rhodes' face and asked, "Is this the new tester you found for me? He looks a bit like you. Are you two brothers?"

"This joke is not funny at all." Rhodes shook his head and said, "But I know You have racial prosopagnosia, so I won't bother with you."

After that, he patted the black man on the back and said, "Sam Wilson, a former member of the US Air Force Parachute Rescue Team, but now retired and currently living in Washington."

Stark stared at Rod with disbelief and said, "I asked you to find me a mecha tester, and you found me a member of the Parachute Rescue Team? ? ! ! "

"I think this is necessary." Rod said very seriously. He glanced at the battle suit next to Stark and said, "In the past three days, you have crashed more than 80 times in various ways and postures, even surpassing the number of special forces of the Parachute Rescue Team. The number of parachutes performed by the team during the peak training period, I think, except for the members of the parachute team, no one can cope with your test requirements. "

Stark pursed his lips, closed his eyes, and sighed. He was about to explain, but Sam Wilson came forward, stretched out his hand, shook his hand and said: "Hello, Mr. Stark, I have heard of you for a long time."

Stark squinted one eye, looked him up and down, and said, "It's not that I don't trust Rod's recommendation, you have to understand that this is not a parachute rescue team..."

"But I have rich experience in falling." Sam smiled and said: "More than 80 parachutes in three days are not a problem for me at all."

Stark shook his finger and pointed at him, Then he walked to the side of the mech and said, "Very good, you have successfully grasped the key point. Tony Stark's genius brain should not be destroyed in an endless free fall. Come on, try it on."

"Although there have been many accidents before, you can believe that the safety of this mech has made great progress now. Maybe you won't have the opportunity to use your talent for falling."

Rod stepped aside a little, and Sam, who was stronger than him, walked forward, turned around, and stood in front of the mech. When the mech was armed on him, it seemed a little inappropriate, so Stark adjusted the position of each part again until Sam could control the mech and move around the room flexibly.

"Now, the main problem I face is that the anti-gravity system I added to this heavy armor affects the efficiency of the propulsion system, and it is easy to stall when flying at high speed."

"But if I reduce the efficiency of the anti-gravity system, the power required for propulsion will exceed the safe range, which may cause the heavy suit to hurt the driver from the inside when facing a collision."

Stark explained a lot of theories, and neither Rhodes nor Sam understood them very well. Finally, he came to a conclusion: "In fact, the flying function of this suit is not important. I need someone with combat experience to test its close combat ability."

Rhodes rolled his eyes and looked at Stark and said: "If the previous theories are not important, then you don't have to talk about it. Since you built this suit for close combat, why do you wear it every day to go for a ride over New York? Is this another manifestation of your hobby of skydiving?"

"Flying posture can test things that are not just flying... Forget it, no matter how much I say, you won't understand." Stark turned his head away.

"Is it because... you don't know how to fight?" Rod narrowed his eyes and stared at Stark, saying, "I remember that when we met, you were still a rookie. Did you practice later?"

Just as Stark was about to refute, Rod suddenly realized and snapped his fingers and said, "Oh, I know! Jarvis is broken, and the intelligent fighting system doesn't work, so you can only wear it to fly to the sky for testing, and you also hope that I can find a professional tester for you..."

"Oh my God!" Rod opened his palm and stretched it forward, then said, "Don't tell me that you haven't practiced fighting in the past few years? You drive such a complex mecha with the balance and flexibility of an ordinary person, and face such a dangerous opponent... Tony Stark! I don't know whether to say you are bold or brave!"

"Of course it's bravery." Stark put the tools in his hand aside and emphasized, but then he shook his head and said, "You can't expect a modern person to think about practicing fighting when he has an almost omnipotent intelligent butler..." Stark stood there, covered his mouth and sighed. Obviously, he also found his own problem. In the past few years, he has relied too much on Jarvis. The questions that Schiller asked him when he first met Jarvis had a far-reaching impact far beyond those mentioned before. The consequence of Stark's extra interest in artificial intelligence is that this super genius has upgraded Jarvis several times in just one or two years, making this intelligent butler too intelligent, with extremely high combat literacy, and able to complete all combat requirements. In addition, the various things Schiller did kept Stark busy with other research. In terms of combat, he basically relied entirely on the intelligent fighting system provided by Jarvis. Of course, in order to maintain a good figure, Stark also has a special fitness plan, and can practice boxing and jiu-jitsu, but obviously, these skills are far inferior to Jarvis's intelligent operation in real combat. Simply put, it is Jarvis who can fight, not Stark.

Stark stood next to the mecha, patted the arm of the mecha, and said: "Your name is Sam, right? How is your fighting ability?"

Before Sam answered, Rod nodded and said: "Anyway, it is definitely better than you."

"I have only been exposed to the most basic combat training. My close combat ability is definitely not as good as other special forces team members. I am better at flying. If you want to see, I can control it to fly out now." Sam's steady voice came from the battle suit.

"Hey, man, stop bragging!" Stark shook his head and said, "Not everyone can control my suit to fly."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the heavy new suit soar into the air. After the glass of the building used for flight experiments was lowered, the originally bulky suit turned into a stream of light and rushed straight into the New York skyline.

Rhodes and Stark stood side by side in front of the French window, watching Sam use gorgeous flying movements to draw smooth arcs one after another. Rhodes turned his head and looked at Stark and said, "What you explained before is really useless. It's because you don't know how to fly that caused the crash."

"What nonsense are you talking about? I made the suit myself, how can I not know how to fly it?" Stark immediately denied.

"Admit it, Jarvis knows you better than you do." Rod turned his head back, looked into the distance and said, "You are like a baby in his arms, and he has to worry about everything for you."

Stark was silent, but this was actually very rare. When it came to certain aspects of his level, Stark always argued without giving in, and even didn't let others make jokes. This was his pride as a genius, and he would never allow anyone to infringe on it.

But this time, Rod described Stark as a baby, and Stark didn't jump up and shout immediately, but hugged his arms and stood there silently, as if he was lost in memories.

"My friends all say that Jarvis is my child. I created him and taught him a lot, but in my heart, he will always be the old housekeeper who took care of me and grew up, tolerated me, accompanied me, and solved all the troubles I didn't want to solve for me."

Rod reached out and patted his shoulder without saying anything. Stark was silent for a while, then said: "In fact, I don't have to be a mecha pilot. I know better than you that you shouldn't take risks with my genius brain, but at that time, I would never let anyone except me wear a battle suit, because I don't trust them."

"In fact, I don't trust myself either, so I leave a lot of things to Jarvis. To be honest..." Stark took a deep breath and said, "I didn't expect that he could really violate his underlying agreement."

"Perhaps, in fact, he had already begun to think about the meaning of his existence earlier, but I was just as bastard as before and didn't notice his changes at all." Stark shook his head slowly.

"You know what? You've changed a lot." Rod looked at Stark and said seriously, "You're finally not such a jerk anymore, and you even look like a responsible and good person."

Stark cursed with a smile, pushed Rod's shoulder hard, and patted him on the shoulder with his hand, saying, "You may not believe it, but I may have been really sick before, we are all the same."

Stark turned his head to look at the blue sky of New York in winter. When he looked into the distance, he always felt a different kind of emotion. He said:

"When you are immersed in some kind of entanglement and pain, you will feel that it is very normal, and you will feel that it is something you are born to accept. Therefore, you don't want to seek treatment at all, and think that it is good to die like this."

"But when this disease is cured and you really relax, looking back, I really want to slap myself. What was I struggling with at the time?"

"But your disease is not completely cured." Rod said immediately, "Otherwise, you should call Steve Rogers directly and ask him to come and test the mecha's close combat ability for you."

Stark shook his head and said, "The main reason I didn't call him is that I turned down the Christmas party. He must be very sad now. He's drunk and might even cry... But I really don't have time to go."

After that, Stark looked back at a computer in the laboratory and said, "It's not that easy to fix Jarvis. What's more difficult is that I hope he won't be trapped in the virtual network anymore, but can really have a body of his own."

"It's not just controlling the mechanical body, but using vision, touch, hearing, smell, and taste like a human to feel the world."

"Like you and me?"

"Like you and me."

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