Chapter 1072 Father and Son (I)

"Very good, Mr. Wilson. You're really good at flying. Although you're still a little behind me, congratulations, you've joined the job." Stark shook Sam's hand, which was still wearing the gauntlet, and the visor was upgraded. Getting up, Sam gave him a smile.

"However, being a close combat armor tester is a bit of a waste of your talent." Stark changed the topic, walked to the experimental table, and pressed twice on the screen next to him.

The heavy armor on Sam's body was taken off, and he walked down from the parking platform, but soon he heard another "buzzing" sound of parts rubbing together, followed by a sound breaking through the air.

Sam felt his back was hit, and there was a sticky texture covering his back. When he turned around, he saw a pair of steel wings appearing behind him, and behind him At the joint on the back, there are some glue-like objects that stick to the lake.

"The latest neural control version of the biotech flying wing jointly developed by Stark Group and Osborne Group, man, you're in luck." Stark said, snapping his fingers.

"The Osborne Group found that they were completely unable to compete with the Stark Group in terms of air transportation, so they took a step back and began to develop single-person flight equipment. This is their latest achievement, and this project The team is in need of a tester with aerial experience.”

Sam shook his shoulders, and a strange feeling spread to his brain, as if these wings were his original limbs. He lightly shrugged the muscles in his shoulders, and one of the wings on one side was flexible. It trembled, causing him to let out a scream.

Rhodes touched his chin and said, "Why don't you find Air Force pilots as testers? Their balance and reaction speed should be better?"

Stark nodded and said: "However, their muscle memory is also stronger. In essence, Air Force pilots are still pilots. The Air Force's training for them has made them instinctive in operating fighter planes, but this kind of Instinct may affect their adaptation to new devices, especially neurally controlled integrated devices.”

"Originally, I was thinking about cooperating with the Air Force to recruit a new group of special pilots and start training from scratch. However, you gave me inspiration. Paratroopers may be a better choice." Stark spread his hands and explained. Said: "In the future, the technology used in wings will focus more on safety. Since our ultimate goal is to popularize it for civilian use, we do not need overly professional testers."

"Although paratroopers don't have as good a sense of balance, strength, and reaction ability as real pilots, they are bolder, have stronger physical fitness, and are better adaptable to high altitudes. They can adapt to the air even if they don't fly any mechas. All kinds of emergencies.”

With that said, he walked over and bumped fists with Rhodes and said, "Let me just say, we are the best partners."

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen." Sam said: "I think the size of these wings does not match my body. It is a bit too small. Do you have larger wings? "

Stark raised an eyebrow at him and said, "Brother, don't be too arrogant. That kind of big guy is not something a small body like yours can adapt to."

Sam shrugged his shoulders and showed a unique black, hip-hop style smile, and said: "My strength is not reflected in my figure. When I was serving in the special operations team, I broke the highest height and height for three consecutive years. The longest parachute record. If it weren’t for some accidents, I would have retired too early and I would have been a lieutenant colonel by now.”

Stark turned to look at Rhodes. Rhodes nodded and said, "Sam has performed well in the parachute team. He can parachute in any harsh conditions and any rugged terrain. He is an excellent choice for dealing with various emergencies." A sharp knife to deal with situations, you can trust his ability.”

Stark pointed his finger, and Sam said, "Okay, let's take a look at that big guy..."

After saying that, he tapped the screen again, and the original mechanical wings on Sam's back were disconnected and fell to the ground. When Sam turned around, he frowned when he saw the disgusting mucus, but There wasn't much of a reaction.

Soon, in his peripheral vision, a small black spot appeared outside the glass curtain wall, like a huge bird or an airplane. When the wings flew in along the parking platform, Sam He couldn't help but uttered a curse word.

This steel wing has a wingspan of more than ten meters, a double-layer wingspan structure, and neatly arranged steel feathers, like sharp knives after another, causing the wind and airflow to roar past.

From the appearance, this is a steel monster, and the slime near its control center is more like a bloody mouth, which is intimidating.

"I call it 'Angel'. Yes, the name comes from a mutant. Their family's business is also involved in the research and development of civilian flight equipment. In fact, he is responsible for the control system of the nervous system access. The design comes from his own flying experience.”

Stark stepped forward and explained: "At first, Osborne and I were not in favor of making such a large-scale flying device. After all, most ordinary people do not have the physical fitness and reaction ability to control such a large-scale flying device. Huge equipment.”

"But this angel suggested that heavy wings might bring us a new superhero. The premise is that we need to find a warrior who can control them. Do you think it will be you? Lieutenant Colonel Wilson?"

Sam raised his head, pointed directly at the huge wings, raised one corner of his mouth, and said, "Angel? No, that's too inoffensive."

As he spoke, he stepped onto the platform, letting the mucus wrap around his back and around his neck, forming a thin and tight fabric on the back of his head, spine, waist and buttocks. The moment his wings were fully extended, he took off into the air.

"When I fly, I prefer to call myself 'Falcon.'"

As soon as he finished speaking, his huge wings flapped slightly, and he soared in the sky of New York like a vigorous and graceful bird.

"Your friend is really just like you." Stark turned to look at Rhodes and said. Rhodes looked at Falcon's back and said, "Even if you believe the person I recommended to you, there is no need to You are in such a hurry to give him such important equipment, tell me, what happened? "

Stark sighed and said, "If nothing else, it will take me a long time to adapt to life without Jarvis' assistance."

"After all, if he is no longer my butler, I have no reason to ask him to stay here to help me. He should have his own life. In other words, I must learn to be self-reliant."

"Pepper has been very busy recently and has no time to take care of me. Iron Man may not be able to maintain law and order in New York in the recent period."

"Peter is about to graduate and is busy dealing with his father-in-law. Matt and Erica went to Japan and haven't come back yet. Steve is busy catching up with his old friends. New York City should have one more capable super guy. A hero."

Rhode rolled his eyes slightly and said, "You have to give Sam a high salary. This is not an easy job. It seems that I will be busy in the next period of time."

"But, do you really plan to let Jarvis leave you?" Rhodes said very worriedly: "I am very worried now. Without Jarvis, you will starve to death, or die of thirst, or else you will die suddenly after staying up late. ”

"I'm not a baby." Stark walked back to the experimental table, fiddling with the tools in his hand, and said: "If he becomes a real life, he should have his own life instead of staying in Stark's house. In the building, they circle around me, just like before.”

Rhodes looked into Stark's eyes quietly until he felt a little embarrassed. Finally, the black officer lowered his head and smiled, as if he had thought of something, but did not explain anything to Stark. He waved his hand, turned around and left.

Standing in front of the experimental table, Stark's expression looked a little gloomy. He was fiddling with the console and seemed a little absent-minded.

After a while, he put down his work and turned around to another workshop next to the laboratory.

There was a strange piece of equipment parked there, integrated into one wall. On both sides were instruments stored in semicircular metal cabinets, and in the center was a cube-shaped transparent display room.

In the center of the cube, there is a mecha parked. It is not accurate to say that it is a mecha, it is more like the body of a robot.

But unlike the complicated mechanical arms and consoles in the workshop where Stark built his own suit, there is no mechanical equipment for debugging the suit.

Stark looked at the body quietly, and just as he was about to operate, the communicator fixed by the door rang.

Stark walked over and pressed the communicator, and Nick's voice came from inside:

"Tony, there is something I feel the need to tell you. About a few days ago, your parents came to me and asked me about the development of the Andromeda Galaxy. They wanted to take the nearest spaceship to work in the Andromeda Galaxy. ”

"Howard has been in the SHIELD laboratory recently, helping SHIELD agents update their equipment. This is a job he has been doing before, but you also know that we cannot hide the development of alien galaxies. I didn’t expect him to want to go to the Andromeda Galaxy.”

"Howard's attitude is quite firm, but I think I still need to inform you in advance that mutants can thrive in the Andromeda Galaxy because they are born with powerful abilities."

"In our plan, it will be a long time before ordinary humans want to participate in development work. The environment there is still very dangerous for ordinary people."

"Howard strongly asked me to keep it a secret for him. Now, the last spaceship transporting mutant interns will take off in 10 minutes. I'm sorry that I couldn't inform you in advance because Howard asked me not to do this. As a His old friend, I can only do this favor for him."

"But now, I will tell you their contact information. If you want to dissuade them, you'd better hurry up. It's still too late."

After saying that, the communication was hung up, and Stark didn't have time to ask any questions. He felt a surge of anger rising from his heart.

After receiving the message from Nick, he quickly dialed a series of numbers on the communicator with his fingers. As soon as the communication was connected, he said to the other side:

"Howard! Nick just told me that you were going to the Andromeda Galaxy, and you were going to take the nearest spaceship and leave immediately. How could you do this? You've only been back for a few days!"

"Do you know how dangerous it is there? Just because mutants can go there, doesn't mean that ordinary people can go there! The civilization there is very complicated, and there are no very professional laboratories! If you go there, you are just reclaiming wasteland!"

"Besides, those mutants have bad tempers, especially the leader, Magneto. He might hurt you!"

"There are no decent students there who can be your assistants. Those mutants are just ignorant brats who can do nothing except mess up the laboratory!"

"And, and... Maria must not be able to stand the climate there. She suffers from pharyngitis and asthma. She needs to live in a humid and warm place. The distance of the stars there is not suitable, and the light is not sufficient..."

"Tony... Tony!" Howard called Stark's name and interrupted his hurried tone. Stark suddenly stopped. He felt that he was just like a child who was looking for all kinds of excuses to ask for candy.

"Tony, I know everything." Howard's tone was calmer.

"Then why do you want to go?" Stark raised his voice and said in an unbelievable tone: "Don't you really want to stay with me?!"

Stark leaned sideways, leaned his forehead against the wall, closed his eyes in some pain, and many unspeakable words lingered in his heart.

After you return, are you so dissatisfied with the scene you see? Do I disappoint you so much? Are those good times really gone forever?

"No, Tony, I'm leaving because you're doing well now..."

"Because of me????"