Chapter-47 | Technical Guidance...

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Schiller and Stark stand together in front of a damaged Mark 2 mech.

Stark said: "Listen, the problem now is that the braking system here is completely broken, and we need to fix it before we can rebuild it."

With that said, he picked up the wrench and walked forward, and started beating on the mecha.

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

"But his head looks delicious. It smells delicious."

"But..."

Schiller covered his forehead with one hand. He reorganized his words and said, "You can't just eat people's brains, because..."

Schiller paused for a long time. He thought, well, although this race looks weird, their tastes are surprisingly consistent.

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

"No!"

"Ok..."

Stark still didn't notice it. He tinkered for a long time, then tapped the railing next to him with a wrench, changed the place, and then continued tinkering and said: "Magic armor? This sounds really intriguing. I think it's a special kind of atomic force. What do you think is its most suitable application form? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?"

Schiller asked himself, "...What is the most effective form of application? Oscillation or extreme compression?"

"It's decomposition and reconstruction." The symbiont said.

"It's decomposition and reconstruction," Schiller said.

As he spoke, he directly pressed his hand on the joint that hadn't been repaired yet. A large piece of metal flickered for a moment, and when it returned to its original position, it was already brand new.

Stark stood up, his eyes widened, and he folded his arms and said, "The so-called magic you mentioned seems to be much stronger than the weightlessness technique you demonstrated."

"It's me, it's me, it's me, it's me..." The symbiote started screaming in Schiller's mind.

Schiller said, "Okay, okay, it's you who are amazing."

He had to say that symbiotes are better than magic. After all, his current magic ability is only low-level, so it can be used to bluff people. When it comes time to play, he has to rely on symbiotes.

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

"Shrink the armor down," Schiller said.

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

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

"Can it be smaller?"

"Certainly."

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

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

"A bottle of fear gas."

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

"I want to drink." The symbiote said

Schiller rolled his eyes angrily, and was even more willing to bargain.

After the symbiont happily drank a bottle of wine, he said, "A cigarette. It can be compressed to the size of a cigarette."

After Schiller told Stark, Stark walked around the room with a bit of excitement. "This is an atomic structure and reorganization. If you say it like this, it may be better than a cigarette. Small, maybe even down to the nanoscale..."

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

"Yes, but it will explode when unfolded." The symbiote said.

So Schiller said to Stark: "In fact, it can be made smaller, but I can't guarantee that it will be safe to expand."

Stark said: "Let's come up with a technology that transcends the times, and I will throw all the old armor to the military. Let them dispose of the trash for me and save me the trouble of e-waste disposal. Pepper will be happy. "

"The advantage of being able to arm at any time is really too much!" Stark clenched one hand into a fist and beat the palm of the other hand, and said, "And I can even stuff a full body of Jarvis into a mobile phone, a mobile phone with such a powerful smart housekeeper, can you believe it?"

Schiller said, "...God bless Jarvis."

After a while, Stark retrieved the worn-out Mark 2 from the shelf. Before he could see it clearly, a gray fog flashed, and Mark 2 disappeared.

Then Schiller reappeared, holding a metal cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark. Stark: "That's it?"

"Otherwise, what else do you want?"

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

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

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

But then, this kind of expectation drives Strange almost crazy. This is because he is just a mage. How can Iron Man treat it as an omnipotent god? Iron Man has an 'Let's leave it to omnipotent magic' look!

Hearing that the Supreme Sorcerer needed preparations for casting spells, Stark called Strange a "low-end mage". Strange was so angry that he almost broke his staff.

Regardless of how Schiller's performance breaks Strange, who will get along with Iron Man in the future, Stark is surprised by him now. He said: "How can I turn it into a mech? How can I wear it on my body?"

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

The symbiote hiccupped and said, "Think about it in your head."

Schiller said, "Think about it in your head."

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

Mark 2 was attached to his body almost immediately. It was almost a reorganization at the atomic level.

Stark asked, "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: "Mind disturbance."

"You mean brain waves and the like? Or bioelectricity?"

The symbiote in Schiller's mind was a little confused, and seemed unable to answer the question anymore, so Schiller said, "Please don't use science to explain magic, as long as it works."

Stark was scratching his head, wishing to start researching immediately, so he turned his face and said to Schiller as if he didn't recognize anyone: "Okay, okay, I get it, your magical magic, you wait, Sooner or later, I will use it better than you."

Then he saw off the guests.

Schiller was almost invited out of Stark Tower, but he wasn't angry either. Stark was always like this, and once he became addicted to the experiment, he ignored everything.

As soon as he got back to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him. Steve said hello and said, "Nick asked me to run errands. He wants to see you. I think it may be something to do with Stark."

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

"Like hell I would!" A voice suddenly came from the mobile phone hanging on Steve's waist.

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

The other side was silent for a while, and then said: "A 50 million fee invoice is attached..."

"Deal." Schiller said.

Not long after, Schiller returned to the S.H.I.E.L.D. International Reception Center again. Nick, who was wearing an eye patch, shook hands with Schiller, and then they sat down facing each other. Coulson poured them a cup of coffee. It was espresso for Schiller.

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

"Let's issue an invoice first." Nick said,

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

"What you want is him."

"SHIELD was created by his father."

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

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

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

"It's not bad in itself, but it depends on who they work for."

"Isn't it for SHIELD?"

"Then who does S.H.I.E.L.D. work for?"

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

"As you said, it's a team made up of people with special abilities. I'm just an ordinary person. I've never jumped more than 3 meters."

Nick opened his mouth, he felt that Schiller was taking him for a fool.

"Listen, we don't care how you disappeared and suddenly reappeared a few hundred meters away, and we don't care where that yellow-haired mouse with a Canadian accent came from, and we can ignore your accurate and terrifying psychological analysis, but a neurologist told us himself that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen..."

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

Schiller said, "Do you believe in magic in this world?"

"Some scientific power has created these people with special abilities, so I also believe that there will be other powers that have created other people. Are you one of them?"

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

"About what? Magic?"

"That's right, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to find out where a missing network in New York is located."

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

In theory, the New York Temple wireless network should be based on the network system of modern times, not some magic network. However, they used magic to hide how to access it.

If Nick is determined to investigate, he will definitely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller didn't forcefully refuse is that in the various major events that will follow, the Avengers will have to rely on the Alliance to save the world. Those enemies, along with lizardmen and Red Hulk, will not be handled by him alone.

At most, he would provide a bit of help for his own safety. Therefore, he had to keep in touch with these superheroes so that he could be a fresh and refined...shit stirrer at future events.

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