Chapter 47 Off-Field Technical Guidance

Schiller and Stark stood together in front of a damaged Mark II mech.

Stark said: "Listen, the problem now is that the brake system here is completely damaged. We need to fix it before the transformation."

As he said that, he picked up a wrench and walked forward and began to knock on the mech.

Schiller stood behind him and said to the symbiote in his mind: "No, no, you can't eat his brain."

"But his head looks delicious, really delicious, and smells good."

"But..."

Schiller put his hands on his waist and covered his forehead with one hand. He reorganized his words and said: "You can't eat people's brains casually, because..."

Schiller paused for a long time. He thought, okay, although this race looks weird, the taste is surprisingly consistent.

"Eat his brain, we can do it ourselves." The symbiote said.

"No!"

"Okay..."

Stark was still unaware. He fiddled with it for a long time, then knocked on the railing next to him with a wrench, changed his position, and continued to fiddle with it while saying, "Magic armor? This sounds really good. I think this is a special atomic force. What do you think is the best form of its application? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?"

Schiller asked in his mind, "...What is the best form of application? Oscillation or extreme compression?"

"It is decomposition and reconstruction." said the symbiote.

"It is decomposition and reconstruction." said Schiller.

As he said that, he directly pressed his hand on the joint that had not been repaired. A large piece of parts there flashed for a moment, and when they returned to their original position, they had become brand new.

Stark stood up, his eyes widened, and he hugged his arms and said, "This so-called magic you are talking about looks much stronger than the weightlessness you demonstrated."

"I am awesome, I am awesome, I am awesome, I am awesome..." The symbiote began to scream in Schiller's mind again.

Schiller said, "Okay, okay, you are awesome."

He had to admit that the symbiote was better than magic. After all, his current magic ability was only low-level, and it was OK to bluff people. When it came to the real battle, he still had to rely on the symbiote.

"Shrink the armor, it can be very small." The symbiote said in Schiller's mind.

"Shrink the armor." Schiller said.

"Of course I have thought about this. My Mark 5, in the subsequent versions, was originally intended to be compressed into a suitcase, but it has not been fully developed yet, and it is not possible to carry it around at will for the time being."

"I think the suitcase plan is a bit conservative."

"Can it be smaller?"

"Of course."

"How small do you think it can be compressed?"

Schiller asked the symbiote in his mind: "How small do you think it can be compressed?"

"A bottle of fear venom."

"Can it be compressed to the size of a small bottle of fear venom?" Schiller asked.

"I want to drink it." The symbiote said

Schiller rolled his eyes in anger, and he still bargained.

After the symbiote happily finished a bottle of wine, he said: "A cigarette can be compressed to the size of a cigarette."

After Schiller told Stark, Stark seemed to be walking around the room excitedly. He said: "This is indeed the structure and reorganization at the atomic level. If you put it that way, it may be smaller than a cigarette, or even reach the nanometer level..."

"Can it be smaller than a cigarette?" Schiller asked in his mind.

"Yes, but it will explode if it is unfolded." said the symbiote.

So Schiller said to Stark: "It can actually be smaller, but I can't guarantee that it is safe to deploy."

Stark said: "Anyway, let's get started and come up with a more epoch-making technology, and then I'll throw all those old versions of the armor to the military and let them help me deal with the garbage, and save my electronic waste disposal fees, Pepper will be happy."

"There are so many benefits to being able to arm at any time!" Stark made a fist with one hand and pounded the palm of the other hand, saying: "And I can even put the complete body of Jarvis into a mobile phone, a mobile phone with such a powerful smart butler, can you believe it?"

Schiller said: "... God bless Jarvis."

After a while, Stark put the slightly worn Mark 2 down from the shelf. Before he could see clearly, a gray mist flashed and the Mark 2 disappeared.

Then Schiller appeared again, holding a metallic cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark. Stark: "Is that it?"

"What else do you want?"

"There shouldn't be any spells... I mean, such as rituals, and wands..."

"No, that's too low-end." Schiller said.

Stark blinked, and he suddenly had infinite expectations for magic.

But later, this expectation almost drove Strange crazy. He was just a wizard. How could Iron Man treat him as an omnipotent God? No matter what he did, Iron Man always looked like "Let's leave it to the omnipotent magic"!

Hearing that the Supreme Sorcerer had to prepare before casting a spell, Stark called Strange a "low-end wizard", and Strange was so angry that he almost broke the staff.

No matter how much Schiller's performance made Strange, who would get along with Iron Man in the future, collapse, he surprised Stark now. He said: "How can I turn it into a mecha? How can I wear it on my body?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "How can he turn it into a mecha? How can I wear it on my body?"

The symbiote burped and said: "Think about it in your mind."

Schiller said: "Think about it in your mind."

Stark was stunned for a moment, and then hesitantly recalled the original way of arming Mark 2 in his mind.

Almost instantly, Mark 2 was worn on him. This change had no process, and it was almost a reorganization at the atomic level.

Stark said, "What is the principle behind this?"

Schiller asked in his mind, "What is the principle behind this?"

The symbiote said, "Thought disturbance."

Schiller said to Stark, "Thought disturbance."

"Are you talking about brain waves or something like that? Or bioelectricity?"

The symbiote in Schiller's mind was a little confused after drinking, and it seemed that he could no longer answer questions, so Schiller said, "Please don't use science to explain magic, just make it useful."

Stark was anxious and wanted to start researching immediately, so he turned his face and said to Schiller, "Okay, okay, I know, your magical magic, just wait, sooner or later I will use it better than you."

Then he sent him away.

Schiller was almost asked to leave Stark Tower, but he was not angry. Stark was always like this. Once he got addicted to experiments, he would ignore everything.

As soon as he returned to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him. Steve greeted him and said, "Nick asked me to run an errand. He wants to see you. I think it may be related to Stark."

Then Schiller shouted to the air: "10 million US dollars an hour, how about it, Director Nick?"

"You are asking for too much." A voice suddenly came from the mobile phone hanging on Steve's waist.

Schiller shrugged and said, "Okay, I originally wanted to issue you an invoice for 100 million."

The other party was silent for a while, and then said: "Attach an invoice for 50 million late payment fees..."

"Deal." Schiller said.

Not long after, Schiller came to the international reception center of SHIELD again. Nick, wearing an eye mask, shook hands with Schiller, and then the two sat down face to face. Coulson poured a cup of coffee for them, and the one for Schiller was espresso.

Schiller drank the coffee in one gulp, but Nick took the cup and drank slowly. Schiller said first: "Let's talk about business first, or issue the invoice first?"

"Issue the invoice first." Nick said,

After a while, Nick asked him: "I know Stark gave the mecha technology to the military, but it doesn't matter. We don't want those mechas."

"You want him as a person."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded by his father."

"If you mention this to him now, you will never let him join in your life."

"Also, if you want him to join, you should talk to him, don't come to me, it's useless to find me, I'm just a psychiatrist, not his father."

"We didn't ask you to persuade Stark, and we know he won't listen. What do you think of our idea? A team of people with special abilities?"

"Not bad, but it depends on who they work for."

"Isn't it for SHIELD?"

"Then who does SHIELD work for?"

Nick frowned and decisively avoided the topic. He said, "Okay, we want to invite you to join..."

"You also said that it is a team of people with special abilities. I am just an ordinary person. I have never jumped more than 3 meters."

Nick opened his mouth. He felt that Schiller was treating him as a fool.

"Listen, we don't care how you disappeared and suddenly appeared hundreds of meters away, nor do we care where the yellow-haired mouse with a Canadian accent came from, and we can ignore your accurate and terrifying psychological analysis, but a neurologist told us personally that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen..."

Schiller said to the symbiote in his mind: "In the future, you can't eat other people's brains at will, except Strange's."

Schiller said: "Do you believe that there is magic in this world?"

"Some scientific forces create these special ability people, so I also believe that there will be other forces to create other people. Are you one of them?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think I can use a piece of information to exchange for my freedom."

"About what? Magic?"

"Yes, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to check where a certain missing network in New York has gone."

Nick frowned, but Schiller didn't say anything more to him.

The wireless network of the New York Temple should still rely on the modern network system, not some magic network, but they used magic to cover up the way to access this network.

If Nick is willing to check, he will definitely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller didn't refuse strongly is that in various major events in the future, the Avengers will have to save the world. He won't go to deal with those enemies by himself, and fight with Lizard Man and Red Hulk.

At most, he can provide a little help for his own safety, so he has to keep in touch with these superheroes so that he can be a fresh and unworldly... troublemaker in future events.