Chapter 47 Off-Site 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 we modify it."

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, well, although this race looks weird, their 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 it returned to its original position, it 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 okay to bluff people. When it came to the real battle, he 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 ensure 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, like any rituals, and a staff..."

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

Stark blinked, and he suddenly had infinite and beautiful 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 was like "Let's leave it to the omnipotent magic"!

Hearing that the Supreme Sorcerer had to prepare for the 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 is he going to turn it into a mecha? How is he going to wear it on his body?"

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

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

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

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

Stark said, "What's the point of this?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "What is the principle of this?"

The symbiote said: "Thought disturbance."

"Thinking," Schiller told Stark.

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

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

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

Then he saw off the guests.

Schiller was almost kicked out of Stark Tower, but he wasn't angry either. Stark was always like this. Once he was addicted to experiments, he didn't care about anything.

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

Then Schiller shouted into the air: "How about $10 million an hour? Director Nick?"

"You're talking too loudly." 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 for 100 million."

The person on the other side was silent for a moment, and then said: "There is also a late payment invoice of 50 million yuan..."

"Deal," Schiller said.

After a while, Schiller came to SHIELD's International Reception Center again. Nick, who was wearing an eyepatch, shook hands with Schiller, and then the two sat down face to face. Coulson poured a cup of coffee for them. For Schiller it was espresso.

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

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

After a while, Nick asked him: "I know that Stark gave the mecha technology to the military, but that's not important. What we want is not those mechas."

"It's him you want."

"His father founded S.H.I.E.L.D."

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

"Also, let him join, then go talk to him. Don't come to me. It's useless to come to 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?"

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

"Isn't it for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"So 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 composed 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 taking him for a fool.

"Listen, we don't care how you disappeared and then suddenly appeared hundreds of meters away, or where that yellow-haired rat with a Canadian accent came from, or we can ignore your absolutely terrifying psychological analysis, but A neurologist told us personally that you threatened him with a floating ball 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 there is magic in this world?"

"The power of certain science 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 exchange for my freedom with a piece of information."

"About what? Magic?"

"Yes, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to find out where a certain missing network in New York is connected to."

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

The New York Temple's wireless network should still rely on modern people's network systems, not some magic network. It's just that they used magic to cover up the access to this network.

If Nick bothered to investigate, he would definitely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller didn't refuse forcefully was that in the various major events that followed, the Avengers would have to be relied upon to save the world. He would not have to deal with those enemies by himself, fighting with the Lizard Man or the Red Hulk. fist.

At most, he can provide a little help for his own life safety, so he has to keep in touch with these superheroes so that he can be a fresh and refined... shit-stirring stick in future incidents.