American Comics: Opening Guidance Batman

The weather in New York is gradually getting colder, and the early morning mist adheres to the glass of the windows, leaving a hazy white layer, which blurs the just-lit street lamps into a dim circle of light and shadow.

Schiller was sitting at the desk in Stark's lab with a cup of coffee, and Stark walked over with a large pile of data and said, "I need to remodel joint 5, and then do joint 13. A control experiment, and the data on the outer armour of No. 7 arm is also problematic, I will readjust it later..."

Schiller said, "Can't you take a break? Aren't you tired?"

Stark spread the data on the table and said, "You have asked me this question at least 20 times a night. It started at 7 o'clock last night and continued until 7 o'clock this morning."

"That's because you have been pulling me to do experiments since 7 o'clock last night, and I didn't even have time to drink a cup of coffee."

"Then what are you doing now? It's been 3 minutes, are you finished? We still have two groups of experiments to do, which must be done before 8 o'clock today."

Schiller slumped on the table.

Peter came out from behind the glass door of the laboratory holding two documents and said: "Mr. Stark, there seems to be a problem with the external support of the No. 5 leg bone, in the third data that Jarvis just gave me. , the skeletal support structure seems to have a tendency to become unstable and the scaffolds are at risk of shattering, although Jarvis advised us to change the material, flexibility and flexibility are compromised if a keel that is too stiff is used…”

Stark took the material from Peter, he looked at it and said, "This is not a big problem."

He stretched out his hand and pointed it to Peter on the blueprint. "We'll add a cushioning system to this joint later, and then move it down two centimeters..."

Peter touched his chin with his hand and thought, Stark stepped forward and pulled Schiller up, he said: "Usually it only takes 3 seconds for you to drink a cup of espresso, now you have been drinking for almost 5 minutes, hurry up and work. "

"My magical ability needs to be restored..."

"I remember who said that it was a low-end operation?"

Schiller covered his eyes and said, "Can you get a complete set of mecha over here, and then I cast a magic spell on it, and then you can use it directly, why do you have to disassemble it into parts one by one? Parts for experimentation?"

Stark said rather speechlessly: "Why do I sometimes think you understand these things very well, but sometimes I think you are a mechanical idiot."

He spread the design out on the table, then pointed at the pattern and said, "See? When you've worked your magic with the shrinking and unwrapping of the Mark 4 for me, I can focus the design on it. performance and functionality, but once I improve the performance and functionality of a part, I have to re-test whether it can shrink and expand, or whether the expanded function is the same as I expected.”

"So I had to do a lot of modular experimentation to test whether a feature, when shrunk and expanded individually, would do what I expected it to do."

"So is there any part that doesn't work as well as you?" Schiller asked.

"What if it's the next one?" Stark said.

These **** rigorous science students, Schiller fell to the table again.

Peter said: "I agree with Mr. Stark, the manufacture of this mecha is not a joke, once you fly to an altitude of tens of thousands of meters and a certain part fails, it is too dangerous. "

"More than that," Stark said as he sorted through the blueprints: "Low power is not the same as high power or even overclocking, and you have to make sure it's as perfect as possible at each level of efficiency output. Performance."

Then Stark grabbed Schiller's arm and pulled him to the edge of the test bench. Peter handed over a part, Schiller disassembled and reassembled it, and then Stark took it for testing, and Peter handed another part, Schiller then disassembled and reassembled them before taking them to the test.

Peter and Stark were experimenting, but Schiller felt like he was **** a light bulb on an assembly line.

The symbiote kept repeating in his mind: "Both of their heads are so fragrant, really fragrant, I really want to eat them, can I eat one of them? Just eat one, and then eat the other next time, I I want to eat the blue-eyed one first..."

Schiller found that the symbiote seems to be able to detect people's brain waves. When a person's brain starts to run fast, he will detect a pheromone released in their brain. The faster the person's brain activity, the more It smells better.

Unfortunately, super geniuses like Peter and Stark, their brains are like a walking piece of super invincible fried chicken to the symbiote, and they can't refuse.

Somehow, the symbiote also learned to play the sound of swallowing repeatedly in Schiller's mind, which made him hungry.

Schiller finished twisting the last light bulb handed over and said, "Let's go eat something, aren't you hungry?"

Stark threw him two compressed cookies and said, "Thanks to the new stuff from S.H.I.E.L.D., I can now work 40 hours straight."

Schiller took a deep breath and said, "Aren't you sleepy? And you, Peter, you shouldn't have slept for almost two days, right?"

"The reason I brought this kid here is because he has more energy than others."

Peter also shrugged and said, "Since I gained the ability, I only need to sleep for a short time to stay energetic. I just slept in the lounge for 15 minutes and I feel pretty good now."

"How about you, a mage, why do you feel sleepy? Don't you have any refreshing magic?"

Schiller didn't actually feel physically sleepy. With the symbiote, he could not eat, drink, or sleep, but anyone who had turned on a light bulb for more than 20 hours would also feel mentally sleepy.

Schiller actually didn't understand the design of their armor at all, but whenever Stark came out from behind the glass door and excitedly showed his new ideas, Schiller would also act as a cheerleader to applaud him, if he didn't. In doing so, Stark would then dash through the glass door, and then come out with a new idea after a series of clanging explosions.

Stark said: "How can you be so indifferent to such a great cause? This is a milestone in the history of human science! Maybe also magical! For the first time, we have combined the products of human technology with a new magical power. Together, don't you look forward to what they produce?"

"I'm more concerned about another issue." Schiller said, "Are you going to call this series of armors Mark? I think it should have a new name."

"New name? What do you think of the S series? Your first name and my initials."

"Peter will be sad, and he was also involved in making it."

Stark scratched his head, Peter said, "I don't care about that, but compared to the name, I think the new armor should have a cooler appearance, something completely different from the Mark series."

"I think you can design it in blue," Schiller said. "It goes well with magic and can be distinguished from your Mark series."

"Then let's hurry up, as soon as we've tested all the parts, we can start assembling it, and soon we can paint him a nice color, I think blue and silver go well good."

"In addition." Stark looked at Schiller and said, "I think this mecha should have a little magic attack ability."

"But I'm sorry, the magic I learned doesn't have any offensive ability," Schiller said.

"What about the weightlessness technique? I think it's not bad to be able to float objects."

"You can think about magnetism." Schiller betrayed Magneto without any psychological burden. He said, "Maybe the magnetism is stronger than you think."

By the time Natasha came over, the three had not slept for more than 50 hours. Schiller and Peter looked normal because of their super powers, but Stark wore a giant panda eye. Natasha said: "We almost sent you a missing person notice, and you disappeared for almost three days."

"But we had a great result!" Stark said.

Immediately afterwards, Natasha saw that Stark took out a cigarette, and the female agent smiled and said, "It seems that you are still so confused. Since I joined SHIELD, I have stopped smoking."

"Is it too late for you to think about taking care of your health until now?" Schiller asked her.

"Health? I'm not for health! Which Russians have you seen? The **** smoke alarm in the S.H.I.E.L.D. office goes off more than 20 times a day. I couldn't stand the noise from it, so I quit smoking."

"Hey, look here! What are you talking about? Look at me, see my results!" Stark said.

He threw the cigarette up, and in an instant, a mecha composed of silver and dark blue appeared on him.

The shape of this mech is slightly different from the Mark series. It is thinner, smoother, and more suitable for Stark's body shape, and he will not emit any other machinery during the process of arming and activities. The sound is not so much a mecha as it is a set of uniquely shaped tights.

Schiller stood up and said, "You were 10 centimeters taller than me in your mecha, but now you are only 3 centimeters taller."

"Is this the point?!"

"Of course, because you don't wear mecha, you are one centimeter shorter than me."

"It's two centimeters shorter, sir," said Peter. "You've got to lose your shoes."

Stark took a deep breath, he jumped lightly, and the armor floated in the air, without as much movement as before, Stark said: "Thank you for giving me inspiration, I also feel that jet power is a bit pricey, However, this magnetic levitation system is still a bit immature, and I have to improve it.”

Schiller hurriedly asked Natasha, "Is Nick Fury looking for me? I can go over and give him another invoice, no matter how big it is."

Natasha said, "Well, there is something. It seems to have something to do with the group of ninjas that Captain and Peter dealt with before."

"So, you're here to find Peter, that Schiller..." Stark said.

"No, no, I've charged a lot of money from S.H.I.E.L.D., and I think it's necessary to give them all a basic psychological and emotional test. You know, it's very important for some field agents to prevent them from going crazy with anxiety."

"No charge this time?"

"certainly!"