Chapter 189 Hope

"Yo hoo, escaped, how could those idiots catch my ghost Jason?"

A thin, red-skinned man stepped out of the cab.

With an uncontrollable excited smile on his face, the cabin behind was filled with various pieces of spaceship accessories.

There was a small pocket in the pile of parts, shining with a hint of lavender.

Jason picked up the small pocket.

"This kind of high-energy battery can be sold for at least 3,000 a piece. There are 17 pieces here, a total of 51,000 yuan. It seems that you can get a new set of equipment, and then you can go..."

Before he could finish speaking, a metal can behind him suddenly smashed over.

It hit him directly in the back of the head.

'collapse'

With a crisp sound, the man fell straight down, still holding the glowing small bag tightly in his hand.

The hatch of the small spaceship was forcibly opened, and a boy in a black wire suit walked in excitedly from the void.

Looking at everything in front of him, Leo's eyes were full of excitement, excitement, and a hint of relaxation.

With a wave of his little hand, the metal can quickly softened, turning into a slender metal wire that tightly wrapped the person beside him.

His hands, feet, body, and even a wire mask were buckled on his face.

Press your finger lightly.

The metal wire on his body extended directly down a part, firmly locking the man on the floor.

Leo's remaining rationality did not let him frantically destroy the spaceship.

But looking at everything around him, Leo finally had some hope in his desperate eyes.

Come to the driver's seat.

The small spaceship quickly rushed towards the original small meteorite.

The meteorite automatically wrapped the spacecraft and placed it in the center of the meteorite.

And the entire meteorite quickly recovered into a potato shape, stopped in place and did not move.

Leo, on the other hand, sank his eyelids, sat in the driver's seat, and fell asleep.

In this cabin, a lot of equipment is radiating a faint light, and these are all rays of hope.

......

"Ah! Ah!..."

Malibu villa, in the basement.

Tony was aiming a gun at his left arm, and at the same time, every time he fired a shot, he unconsciously screamed.

"Please give me a few hours to correct..."

"no!"

Tony resolutely refused Jarvis' request, and at the same time implanted the last micro-relay in his arm.

Wipe those blood beads off your arms.

Several tiny positioning devices were implanted in both arms.

"You have the final say, and you probably don't want to listen to the security briefing that follows," Jarvis continued.

"That's right."

Tony got a little excited.

"Okay, come on."

He stood up and looked at the one-armed robot that was sweeping the floor not far away, "Dai, Daddy, go to the corner and stand in the corner, do you know what you did?"

"There's blood on the mat, go and clean it up."

Tony usually likes to play with Xiaodao, although this little guy did him a big favor at the beginning.

Saying that, he walked over to the equipment table.

"Sir, remind you that you haven't slept for 72 hours." Jarvis reminded intimately.

But Tony stood on the equipment stand as if he didn't hear it.

Look at Mark 1 to Mark 7 standing in the edge of the wall.

He said loudly to them.

"Ladies, good evening, welcome to the delivery room, I want to introduce to you, your newly born bad embryo."

Turn around and aim at the camera.

"Mark 42, automatic combination test, start test program."

Tony also raised his hands slightly nervously, and the armor parts scattered on the table on the side also emitted bursts of light.

"Jarvis, put down the needle."

An old-fashioned record player beside me blared a cheerful Merry Christmas tune.

Tony couldn't help but sway to the music to cheer up his 72-hour sleepless state.

Looking at the pile of parts on the table with anticipation, he stretched out his left hand and raised his right fist.

But nothing happened.

After two more tries, the armor on the table still didn't move.

"hateful."

Tony patted his arm and tried again.

A component on the table shot out flames and flew towards the left hand.

When it hit it, it quickly turned into a hand part, completely covering the entire forearm.

At the same time, the shoulder armor of the left arm and the battle armor on the arm were all attached, quickly deformed, merged, and tightly fit together.

Immediately afterwards, the right palm stretched out, and several parts on the table began to fly over and fit on the right palm and the right arm.

Seeing that everything went well, Tony's face also showed a cheerful smile.

"Okay, let's all come together."

All the parts on the table spurted out blue fireworks, flying over from different angles.

The first is the right leg part, which was slightly crooked, but with Tony's active cooperation, it was successfully installed.

The mask flew over with force, was blocked by Tony's arm, knocked it aside, and stuck directly in the display glass cabinet beside it.

"Too fast, slow down a little..."

Crouching down and dodging another swift armor piece, he said quickly.

Several parts quickly attached to it and directly pushed Tony out, but flames erupted from his hands and feet, stabilizing his body.

"Jarvis, slow down, please?"

Tony flew back to the experimental armored stand.

The rest of the parts are attached slightly, chest, back, shoulders, elbows, waist.

Sideways dodged the visor rushing from behind and knocked the record player into the air.

Then he lifted off again, facing Tony in front of him.

Tony, who had already put on most of the armor, also stared at the visor in front of him.

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you."

The visor flew over and turned its direction, but at the same time it turned upside down.

Tony flipped gently and caught the visor perfectly.

A virtual status bar appeared in front of Tony.

Tony, who put on the armor, seemed to be refreshed in an instant, "I'm the best."

But there was another part of the back waist that hit from behind.

It knocked Tony out, and the entire gold-red Mark 42 armor was directly torn apart.

Tony was hit and fell to the ground in pain, and sat up from the ground in discomfort.

"Sir, it's always been a pleasure to see you at work."

Jarvis' voice echoed throughout the studio.

But Tony, who took off his mask and had a bloodshot at the corner of his mouth, sat on the ground with horror in his eyes, looking at the battle armor scattered around.

It seemed that the soul that had just been rejuvenated also dissipated with the scattering of the battle armor, leaving only a terrified one who had to face reality, Tony Stark.