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"Is the farce downstairs not over yet?"

In Pierce's office, he looked at Agent Sitwell and asked, "Do you believe that butcher is a materials scientist? What do you think he will think when he sees you again? Will he kill you again?"

Sitwell was embarrassed. Although he always wanted to pretend to be gentle and Zhizhu holding him outside, he couldn't pretend to be in front of people who really knew him.

Pierce probably thought that making fun of Sitwell was a demerit, so he smiled and asked him: "How is the task progress."

"Benjamin Pollock who modified the alien weapon has been sent to the Item 47 research team, and Claire Weiss is working as a civilian."

Sitwell looked at Alexander Pierce in relief. This is a man who can put a lot of pressure on him even with one look.

Pierce really did not have the desire to talk to him again, smiled and waved: "Go ahead!"

Sitwell didn't even dare to delay turning around for a second and retreated.

Seeing how he was going back and forth, Pierce touched his pale hair, feeling really young and easy to grow old, but he was very responsible.

...

In the research and development think tank, the Alien Weapons Institute, Benjamin Pollock, who has just been mentioned, is being studied.

He and Claire Weiss used his modified weapons to rob multiple banks, and then they were about to buy a boat to go to sea, but were blocked in the hotel by the Sitwell agent.

After that, instead of being killed, the money robbed was also photographed to them. The ship was also in their names, and there was actually a formal high-paying job.

Only a little uncomfortable, I was actually studied first after being here for these two days.

According to a little bald head, he is the only person who can activate alien weapons. He thinks that he should do guiding work after coming here.

But why doesn't anyone take him seriously?Have he repeatedly asked him to talk about the principles of modified weapons?

Today, he once again answered a few old men's troubles. When he thought he had passed by again, the entire laboratory was agitated.

Asking others what was wrong, no one answered him, some looked forward to it, and some greeted him.

It didn't take long before I saw that many scientists welcomed back a...weird?

A man wearing a armor close to steel.

This man's armor is extremely tight, and the simple and generous full-body armor looks similar to Iron Man's armor. Could it be that Stark has replaced it with new equipment?

But isn't that sao bag equipped with gold and red color as standard?

Benjamin watched the group of people embracing the steel man to visit, and the old men who had spoken coldly to him before all smiled and chased him like a bunch of old chrysanthemums.

When the group of people passed by him, he could only curl up to prevent being crushed by the crowd.

Benjamin seemed to feel the man's gaze through the visor, but it just flashed past.

"Who is this person?"

Benjamin asked in a low voice, his face looked like a basket of lemons, he didn't want anyone to answer, but there was a voice behind him.

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s chief materials scientist, one of the Nobel Prize contenders, a Frankenstein named Yang Ming, is said to have made great achievements in polymer materials and clean energy, and there are also rumors that he has a research on biplanes. Results."

Benjamin looked back and found that it was a mustache in a suit and sunglasses. He pointed at the other party but was surprised to speak.

"Don't look, I'm not taking a picture!"

The mustache glanced at the crowd, then turned and left the laboratory.

Benjamin cried out like a panting, "Iron Man, Iron Man came just now!"

But even a female researcher who heard him talking from the periphery of the crowd just looked back at him and said, "What's to be seen about that idiot who either sells weapons or uses herself as a weapon."

...

Nick Fury’s office is different from the huge office of Alexander Pierce that is nearly 100 square meters in size. It does not look so atmospheric but has a special dominance.

Nick was talking about something with Maria Hill, and Tony Stark swaggered in.

"There is an Asian material scientist named Yang Ming under your hand. I plan to use it for two days."

Agent Hill was also accustomed to seeing Iron Man's appearance, nodded and left Nick Fury's office directly.

"How about it, don't just look at me, just give me a nice word, okay!"

But Nick Fury still looked at Tony Stark with that one eye, until he looked at the opponent a little hairy, "You met your opponent, right? People say you are a genius, but apart from making weapons and Howard leaves you The Ark Reactor, you don’t seem to have any masterpieces."

"I will meet my opponent? My opponent is the future self!"

Even though Tony Stark has passed the terrible age, he still refuses to admit defeat. "Just say you can borrow it or not."

"He comes to work on the first day of the day. You have to ask yourself whether he will go to your place."

Nick Fury had an expression ready to watch the play, provoking: "Ordinarily you should have seen him just now, why didn't you ask him directly?"

Tony suddenly smirked with confidence: "You promised to let people go. I just looked at him from a distance. That's one of my fans. He imitated me and wore a steel armor. Of course, the distance he made me There is a considerable gap between the genuine products.

If he works well under my hands, I can even give him some guidance in making the suit, although I only need some help in researching armor coating."

Nick Fury had already laughed, and reached out to touch the hard touch under the black sweater on his body. He made a call: "Tell Yang Ming to stop visiting. Come to my office and say his idol Want to see him."

When he received a notice that the salted egg was going to see him, Yang Ming immediately felt that he was saved.

He didn't know how the marinated eggs helped him work, or the wall tiles he took out were too incomprehensible. In the two hours after he came here today, he was surrounded by a group of people.

It’s okay to ask questions about materials, and some even come up with their own scientific research topics and ask them to give guidance. Do you really think of him as a scientist?

How could he, as an ordinary person who was a full-time homeboy career after graduating and entering a public institution, answer the questions of a bunch of Frankensteins who took double doctors at the age of sixteen or seven?

On the grounds of taking some samples back to study, he had already ordered some gel substitutes and spider web substitutes, and now he was waiting to find a way to escape from here.

Freed from the crowd, he went directly to thank the halogen eggs. He planned to apply for a flexible working system, and waited when he lacked gel and spider webs.

But I didn't expect that this trip would be another offshoot.

Three shifts a day, there is a third shift at 8 o'clock in the evening, ask for investment and recommendation tickets