Chapter 1072 Father and Son (I)

"Very good, Mr. Wilson, you fly really well, although it's still a little worse than mine, but congratulations, you're hired." Stark shook Sam's hand, which was still wearing gauntlets, and the visor rose, and Sam smiled at him.

"However, being a close combat armor tester is a bit of a waste of your talent." Stark changed the subject, walked to the experimental table, and pressed the screen next to it twice.

Sam's heavy armor was taken off, and he walked down from the dock, but soon, he heard another "buzzing" sound of parts rubbing against each other, followed by a sound of breaking through the air.

Sam felt his back being hit, and there was a sticky texture covering his back. He turned around and saw a pair of steel wings appearing behind him, and the connection with his back was a sticky gelatinous object.

"The latest neural control version of the biotechnology flying wing jointly developed by the Stark Group and the Osborne Group, man, you're lucky." Stark snapped his fingers and said.

"The Osborne Group found that they were completely unable to compete with the Stark Group in terms of air transport, so they took a step back and began to develop single-person flight equipment. This is their latest achievement, and the project team is in need of a tester with air flight experience."

Sam shook his shoulders, and a strange feeling came to his brain, as if this pair of wings was his original limbs. He gently shrugged his shoulder muscles, and one of his wings flexibly shook, causing him to scream.

Rhodes touched his chin and said, "Why don't you ask air force pilots to be testers? Their balance and reaction speed should be better, right?"

Stark nodded and said, "But their muscle memory is also stronger. In essence, air force pilots are still drivers. The air force's training for them makes their operation of fighter planes instinctive, but this instinct may affect their adaptation to new equipment, especially neural-controlled integrated equipment."

"Originally, I was thinking about whether to cooperate with the air force to recruit a new group of special pilots and train them from scratch. However, you gave me an inspiration that paratroopers may be a better choice." Stark spread his hands and explained, "In the future, the technology used in wings will focus more on safety. Since our ultimate goal is to popularize civilian use, we don't need testers who are too professional."

"Although paratroopers don't have the same good sense of balance and reaction ability as real pilots, they are more daring, have stronger physical fitness, and are more adaptable to high altitudes. Even if they don't drive any mechas, they can adapt to various emergencies in the air."

As he said, he walked over and bumped fists with Rhodes and said, "I said, we are the best partners."

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen . "Sam said, "I think the size of this pair of wings is a bit mismatched with my body. It's a bit too small. Do you have bigger wings?"

Stark raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't be too arrogant, man. That kind of big thing is not something your small body can adapt to."

Sam shrugged his shoulders and showed a black man's unique, hip-hop style smile, saying, "My strength is not reflected in my body. When I served in the special forces, I broke the highest altitude and longest parachute record for three consecutive years. If it weren't for some accidents, I retired too early. Now I should He should be a lieutenant colonel now."

Stark turned to look at Rhodes, who nodded and said, "Sam has performed well in the parachute team. He can parachute in any harsh conditions and any rugged terrain. He is a sharp knife to deal with various emergencies. You can believe in his ability."

Stark pointed his finger, and Sam said, "Okay, let's take a look at that big guy..."

After that, he tapped the screen again, and the original mechanical wings on Sam's back were disconnected and fell to the ground. Sam turned around and saw the disgusting mucus. He frowned, but did not react much.

Soon, in his peripheral vision, a small black dot appeared outside the glass curtain wall, like a huge bird, and also like an airplane. When this wing flew in along the docking platform, Sam couldn't help but burst out a swear word.

The wingspan of this steel wing is more than ten meters, with a double-layer wingspan structure and neatly arranged steel feathers, like a sharp knife after another, bringing wind and airflow whistling past.

From the outside, it is a steel monster, and the mucus near its control center looks more like a bloody mouth, which is daunting.

"I call it 'Angel'. Yes, this name comes from a mutant. Their family's business is also involved in the research and development of civilian flight equipment. In fact, he is responsible for the design of the control system connected to the nervous system, which comes from his own flight experience."

Stark walked up to the table and explained: "At the beginning, Osborn and I did not agree to make such a large-scale flying equipment. After all, most ordinary people do not have such physique and reaction ability to control such a huge equipment."

"But this angel suggested that the heavy wings may bring us a new superhero, provided that we find a warrior who can control it. Do you think it will be you? Lieutenant Colonel Wilson?"

Sam looked up, staring at the huge wings, raised one corner of his mouth, and said, "Angel? No, that's too non-aggressive."

As he spoke, he walked onto the platform, letting the mucus wrap around his back, around his neck, forming a thin and tight fabric on the back of his head, spine, waist and hips. At the moment when the double-layer wings were fully unfolded, he took off.

"When I fly, I prefer to call myself 'Falcon'."

As the voice fell, the huge wings fluttered gently, and he soared in the sky of New York like a vigorous and graceful bird.

"Your friend is really the same as you." Stark turned to look at Rhodes and said, Rhodes looked at Falcon's back and said, "Even if you believe in the person I recommended to you, there is no need to rush to give him such important equipment. Tell me, what happened?"

Stark sighed and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, I will need a long time to adapt to life without Jarvis's assistance."

"After all, if he is no longer my butler, I have no reason to ask him to stay here to help me. He should have his own life, which means that I must learn to be independent."

"Pepper has been very busy recently and has no time to take care of me. I am afraid that Iron Man will not be able to maintain the law and order in New York in the near future."

"Peter is about to graduate and is busy dealing with his father-in-law. Matt and Erica went to Japan and have not returned yet. Steve is busy reminiscing with his old friends. New York City should have one more capable person. superhero."

Rod rolled his eyes slightly and said, "You have to pay Sam a high salary. This is not an easy job. It seems that I will be busy for the next period of time."

"But, do you really plan to let Jarvis leave you?" Rod said worriedly, "I am very worried now. Without Jarvis, you will starve yourself to death, or die of thirst, or die suddenly from staying up late."

"I'm not a baby." Stark walked back to the laboratory table, fiddling with the tools in his hand, and said, "If he becomes a real life, he should have his own life, instead of staying in Stark Building and circling around me like before."

Rod looked into Stark's eyes quietly until he was a little scared. Finally, the black officer lowered his head and smiled, as if he had thought of something, but he didn't explain much to Stark, but waved his hand and turned away.

Stark, standing in front of the laboratory table, looked a little depressed. He fiddled with the operating table and seemed a little absent-minded.

After a while, he put down his work and turned to another workshop next to the laboratory.

There was a strange device parked there, integrated with a wall, with instruments stored in semicircular metal cabinets on both sides, and a transparent display room in the center.

In the center of the cube, there was a mecha parked. It was not quite accurate to call it a mecha, but more like a robot body.

But unlike the complicated mechanical arms and operating tables in the workshop where Stark made his own battle suit, there was no mechanical equipment here for debugging the mecha.

Stark looked at the body quietly, and just as he was about to operate, the communicator fixed to the door rang.

Stark walked over and pressed the communicator, and Nick's voice came from it:

"Tony, there is something I think I need to tell you. About a few days ago, your parents found me and asked me about the development of the Andromeda Galaxy. They want to take the nearest spaceship to work in the Andromeda Galaxy."

"Howard has been in the SHIELD laboratory recently, helping SHIELD agents update their equipment. This is his previous job, but you, as you know, we can't hide our development of alien galaxies from him, and I didn't expect that he actually wanted to go to the Andromeda Galaxy."

"Howard's attitude is quite firm, but I think I still have to inform you in advance. The mutants can thrive in the Andromeda Galaxy because they are born And have powerful abilities. "

"In our plan, it will take a long time for ordinary humans to participate in the development work. The environment there is still very dangerous for ordinary people."

"Howard strongly asked me to keep it secret for him. Now, the last ship carrying mutant interns will take off in 10 minutes. I'm sorry that I couldn't inform you in advance because Howard asked me not to do so. As his old friend, I can only help him with this. "

"But now, I will tell you their contact information. If you want to dissuade them, you'd better hurry up. It's not too late now."

After speaking, the communication was hung up. Stark didn't have time to ask any questions. He felt a surge of anger rising from his heart.

After receiving the message from Nick, he quickly dialed a series of numbers on the communicator with his fingers. As soon as the communication was connected, he said to the other side:

"Howard! Nick just told me that you are going to the Andromeda Galaxy, and you are taking the nearest spaceship and leaving immediately. How can you do this? You have only been back for a few days!"

"Do you know how dangerous it is there? Mutants can go there, but it does not mean that ordinary people can go there! The civilization there is very complicated, and there are no very professional laboratories! You go there to open up wasteland!"

"Besides, those mutants have bad tempers, especially the leader Magneto, who may hurt you!"

"There are no decent students there who can be your assistants. Those mutants are all ignorant little brats who can do nothing except mess up the laboratory!"

"And, and... Maria must not be able to stand the climate there. She suffers from pharyngitis and asthma. She has to live in a humid and warm place. The distance between the stars there is not suitable, and the light is not sufficient..."

"Tony... Tony!" Howard called Stark's name and interrupted his hurried tone. Stark suddenly stopped. He felt that he was just like a child who found all kinds of excuses to ask for candy.

"Tony, I know everything." Howard's tone was calmer.

"Then why are you going?" Stark raised his voice and said in an unbelievable tone: "Don't you want to stay with me?!"

Stark leaned sideways, leaned his forehead against the wall, closed his eyes in pain, and swirled many unspeakable words in his heart.

After you returned, did you feel so dissatisfied with the scene you saw? Did I disappoint you so much? Those good times will never come back?

"No, Tony, it's because you are doing well now that I want to leave..."

"Because of me????"

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