Some Unscientific Marvel Scientist

Nick Fury, the charcoal-headed man, arranged for the seventh-level agent Black Widow Natasha Romanoff to be with Pepper Pepper under one operation.

It's not that he doesn't want to arrange for people to be with Stark, but that the playboy has been staying at home recently and doesn't know what he is doing. He has no chance to contact him, so he can only do this for now.

As the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and one of the leaders of Hydra, Alexander Pierce stopped doing unnecessary things after learning about Nick Fury's actions. He could do anything if Fury found out the information. Sharing, why waste more energy.

Tony Stark, who didn't know he was being targeted, was upgrading his steel armor at his home.

To be precise, it should be replaced with a new one.

The first thing that Mark 3 has to solve is naturally the problem of high-altitude freezing, which is not difficult for Stark to do.

Then there's the issue of firepower, which isn't an issue even for former arms dealer Tony Stark.

The next step was to solve the sound filtering problem that was making his head buzz. Stark first asked Jarvis to add a layer of soundproofing cotton inside the suit. After calculation, it might still be a little noisy, so just to be safe. He added another layer of shock-absorbing material.

However, because of the addition of these two layers of materials, the shape of the Mark 3 looks much bulkier. Although it is not as bloated as the Mark 1, it is still a big guy. If it is added alone to the helmet, it will look too bulky. It turned into a strange shape with a particularly big head.

"Well...this is a little different from what I thought..."

Compared to this burly shape, Tony Stark prefers the close-fitting streamlined design of the Mark 2.

After much consideration, Stark removed the relatively thick sound-insulating cotton and decided to develop a separate anti-boy armor later, and then install the sound-insulating cotton design.

"Sir, I think you can try vibranium."

Jarvis suddenly reminded him.

"Oh, right!"

Stark slapped his forehead. He had forgotten that there was Wakanda. Although the price of vibranium was high, it was nothing to Tony Stark.

"Do we have it in stock?"

"You bought some for experimentation before, and there is still a little left." Jarvis replied solemnly: "It is not enough to make the entire steel suit, but I think you can just mix it into the helmet, sir. "

"I'll give him one ton or two tons first, and then I'll tell you if it's not enough."

Tony Stark, the big dog owner, happily asked Jarvis to place the order for him with a wave of his hand.

"Sorry, sir, Wakanda's vibranium is sold in limited quantities, but it can also be purchased from smugglers, but the quantity cannot be determined at the moment."

"Then buy as much as you can, as much as you can."

Stark didn't care, it was enough for him to build a suit anyway.

As for Mark 3, we can only mix vibranium into some of the more important parts first, and make do with titanium alloy in other places. Stark plans to start working on Mark 4 when the new vibranium arrives.

He, Tony Stark, is not short of money.

The design continues.

What still needs to be solved is the problem of close combat. Tony Stark not only input a lot of fighting skills information into Mark 3, but also equipped its limbs with small jets that can only adjust the angle to increase various movements. attack power.

"Add an electric shock device!"

Thinking of the strange power attached to Botai-kun's soft fist, Tony Stark snapped his fingers and said to Jarvis.

The last step was to paint the armor. The "low-key" Tony Stark got inspiration from his classic car and chose a "plain" red and gold color scheme for the Mark 3.

"Okay, this should take about five hours or so."

After all the designs were completed, Jarvis gave the manufacturing time. At this time, Stark saw on TV about a cocktail party hosted by him but unknown to him.

A reporter on television was heard saying: "No one expected him to be there."

So Stark decided to temporarily attend this cocktail party without knowing what the situation was.

However, when he enjoyed the reception with great interest, he received a piece of news that made him feel depressed - Stark Industries was still selling weapons to the outside world, and the buyers were the same group of terrorists who had attacked him in the Middle East.

After returning to his mansion, Stark decided to put on Mark 3 and personally go to the Middle East to deal with the group of terrorists.

"Craft, Stark is here again."

After beating up Tony Stark, Kraft paid special attention to his Tin Man, so as soon as the Iron Man suit appeared in the sky above New York, Angela reported it to Kraft special.

"Huh...huh...wha, what's going on?"

Kraft, who was locking himself into the Leaky Cauldron treadmill according to the training plan, asked breathlessly.

"Not sure yet," Angela switched to the radar screen and projected the screen onto the wall in front of Kraft. "Preliminary speculation is that his target should be the small town of Gemilla in the Middle East."

As Angela spoke, she played Kraft the recent news in the town of Gemilla.

"So, so...he is going...whoops...to fight against terrorist elements..."

Kraft was out of breath from running, resting his hands on the bars of the cage, sweating profusely.

"Speaking of Angela, can you...can you help me and turn off this thing first...huhu...I'll wait, wait and make it up..."

"Sorry, Kraft, your treadmill is not connected to the Internet. I can't control it. Besides, you only need to last four minutes and 37 seconds to finish."

Kraft: "Hey!"

I must be crazy to make such an inhumane treadmill!

Four minutes later, an exhausted Kraft climbed out of the treadmill.

"Refuel, refuel."

Harrow thoughtfully ran up to him holding a can of energy drink.

After lying on the ground to rest for a while, Kraft got up from the ground, drinking the energy drink brought by Harrow and pacing slowly in the laboratory.

"Where is Stark now?"

"The target has left the United States." Angela switched to the radar screen again, and a small light spot was heading towards the Mediterranean Sea at a speed visible to the naked eye. "If the guess is correct, it is expected to reach the destination in about 3 hours."

"It's pretty fast."

Kraft took a sip of his energy drink. When he fought with Stark before, he didn't show such fast movement speed, but that's right. With Stark's arrogant character, it's not his style to keep running away.

"So he plans to seek revenge on those who kidnapped him?"

Kraft doesn’t think that Tony Stark went to the Middle East wearing a steel suit at night to introduce new equipment to the so-called freedom fighters or provide after-sales service...

No, maybe this can also be considered after-sales service?

After all, he was also a "netizen" who had a date with him. Kraft raised the energy drink in his hand towards the small light spot on the screen.

"Wish you good luck in martial arts."