Chapter 403 I'm talking about fun!

   "Have you really made it?"

As we all know, Stark shut down the weapon R&D and production department of the Stark Group after his return in Afghanistan, so he only produced high-tech prosthetics. Obviously, as a rich man, and a rich man who needs prosthetic limbs, Stark can easily be pinched by others as a soft persimmon, so it is also necessary to install missiles and palm artillery on the prosthetic limbs for self-defense.

  But if a certain rich man has been using a wheelchair one day, he suddenly told others that he felt that the efficiency of wheelchair self-defense is too low, and changed to a crawler combat vehicle equipped with a 125mm artillery. What would you think?

  Fisher’s mess at the moment is no less than hearing about the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, Stark made a big mecha!

  "Is there any problem?" Stark is like a kindergarten child who has received a small red flower, and he can't wait to share it with his friends.

  "Here are the coordinates, come and have a look! I have to eat a cheeseburger and have a beer before going to sleep. Call me when you arrive!" After that, Stark hung up the communication.

   "Ah this!"

Fisher wanted to say what I could do when I was there. I'm not an expert. You are, damn. At first, it was just a brainstorm and casually mentioned the large mecha. I didn't expect that the other party took it seriously and made it. .

  Looking at the folder on his computer desktop with Mecha Project written, Fisher sighed in shame, and then threw the folder into the recycle bin.

   "This is Fisher, is the Paladin ready?"

   "Yes, sir, the Paladin can leave at any time!"

  "Start the engine, I will arrive in ten minutes!"

  Taking his coat from the hanger, Fisher took the legion and hurriedly sat on the air track system inside the base and arrived at the airport.

  "Sir!" The captain who was on standby sent the aircraft's maintenance overview for Fisher to confirm.

"Well, just right, it's time to fly back to the United States for an overhaul. I will give you a few days off at that time!" Fisher closed the folder after reading the overview, took the pda on the side, and clicked on the map. point.

   "Send me here!"

"Yes!"

"Huh! Damn, he really made it!" Fisher took out the previously prepared wine from the refrigerator on the side, filled himself with a big sip, and then picked up his own pda, planning to take advantage of the flight. Time to study the Atlas' large-scale mecha project steadily.

Although the Paladin has undergone an electronic system modification, equipped with a high-power multi-spectrum radar and an extraterrestrial communication system, the engine is still the original vector boost engine, so the speed is not as fast as the Raven, but this time it is not a hurry. It was just right for Paladin to fly in eight hours. After all, Stark's two dark circles made Fisher wonder if the other party would die suddenly because of staying up too late.

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   "Head, here we are!" The legion carefully awakened Fisher, who was lying on the bed, and put the lobster sandwich and hot milk on his right arm on the side table.

  "The transport plane has arrived near the sea and is expected to land in 30 minutes. Breakfast is ready for you. I added double mayonnaise and some mustard, which is refreshing!"

   "Hmm, I got it!" Fisher picked up the pda that had fallen on the floor, flipped through the 30-page plan, and finally threw the pda on the bed impatiently.

  "Let’s take a look at what Stark has tossed out!"

After washing and having breakfast, the transport plane flew over the coastline and formally entered the air over the continental United States, and then landed at a Stark Group factory about 100 kilometers west of New York. This is an automated production line set up by Stark. It was a manufacturer of fighter aircraft parts, but I didn't expect it to become a mecha factory now.

   "Stark, I'm here, come and open the door!" Holding a sandwich with a large amount of mustard, Fisher smashed the door of the main factory building.

  A few minutes later, Stark, who was sleepy-eyed, wore a black vest and opened the thick blast door of the building.

   "Here, I'll bring you some supper!" Fisher put the sandwich on the table, and then wandered around inside the apparently remodeled factory.

   "What are you looking for...hiss...ahhh!"

Although tears and nose flowed down, Stark still stubbornly cleaned his mouth and the sandwiches in his hands. There was no way, he had been shutting himself up here for almost seven days, and Hapy sent it to him. The last hamburger has been in his stomach for nine hours, but Stark, who has finished his life dare not say the most proud, but must be the most exaggerated work, has an appetite at this moment, and everything he eats is delicious, even mustard. Same.

   "Where did you build the mecha? Or did you just finish the blueprint?"

   "How is it possible, I am Tony Stark!"

  The big **** with his head high and his chest back, the sorrowful took the remote control on the side, and then clicked it.

With the roar of the generator, the steel floor in the center of the factory began to shrink, exposing the empty underground structure below. Between countless steel cables and I-frames, Fisher saw a 35-meter tall one. giant.

Two long, long, anti-joint legs painted in black and gold are covered by thick armor. Along the armor, there is a tall body that resembles an inverted triangle. On the large body with shoulder armor, it is A huge square head, in front of the head is a huge 100-inch sensor lens, and there are sections of metal structure like a carapace outside the whole head.

   "I named it Mark 100! What do you think?"

"I think it's great!" Fisher grew his mouth. At first glance, this thing feels a bit rustic, but if you look closely, it will look more and more beautiful, especially the armor on all joints of his body. , And the huge barbs with the legs on the knees, full of domineering.

   "But why is this thing just one arm?" Fisher pointed to the bare part of the other side of the mecha, "and how to drive this thing?"

"The right arm is a telescopic thermal sword, and each finger is an emergency missile launcher. As for the left arm, I plan to install your pulse acceleration gun!" Stark called in his Mark armor and slowly flew up. , Parallel to the chest of the mecha.

"The cockpit is near the back. I designed it for single-person driving! The motion coordinator and neural link system are installed, which can reduce the workload of some drivers, and it can also be fully docked with my suit! "

   "So, have you tested this stuff?"

  　 The third time is tomorrow morning. I don’t dare to stay up late now. In addition, it’s Halo 4. After the US team 2 ends, the goal is to heading dawn!

  　　

  　

  (End of this chapter)