Chapter 405 Fight!

  S.H.I.E.L.D. New York Operations Center

The agent sitting in front of the radar was shocked when he noticed that ten aircraft had suddenly fallen from the sky, and hit the alarm button in front of him with a punch. However, the aatis artillery aimed at the target reacted a little while it was supposed to turn quickly. nothing.

   "According to your mother, your own person!" The big brother who ran outside to fish for fish rushed into the room with the cappuccino in his hand and slapped the reckless newcomer.

   "That's Atlas' transport plane!" The big brother turned off the alarm, and then collapsed on the chair.

  "If there is an enemy coming, then it is the people's orbital garrison fleet that fires first. Those big guys are shaking up like a hill!" The big brother ate coffee and then sat on a chair, his tone full of envy.

   "Then what, Captain!" Agent Xiaomeng took out a tuna sandwich from his pocket and handed it over respectfully.

   "Let’s talk about the details, I have just joined the post for three days, and the aliens were still in SHIELD Academy when they came over!"

"Your kid is very good!" The big brother nodded in satisfaction. They sat on duty for a day, staring at a dozen big screens. It was really exhausting. Eating a sandwich and a cup of coffee became one of the few pastimes. As for calories, Who cares!

So the old employee started talking about Peter Peter, in fact, he did not know what happened in space, but it is very clear that his own fleet was beaten badly, so he used a spring and autumn style to roughly describe the contribution of S.H.I.E.L.D. , And then started to bluff according to the novels I had read, and said tens of thousands of words in one breath. The old agent was already dry and dry. When he noticed that the coffee in the cup had bottomed out, the old agent coughed, but the new person sitting opposite him was still the same. With a look of yearning, he completely ignored his hints.

"Oh ah!" I heard a loud cough old agents, Meng new to react, rush to add agents to the old coffee.

   "It would have been good if I had known that I went to Atlas!" the newcomer muttered to himself.

"Don't think about it, people don't want to be an agent. If I was ten years younger, then I would definitely go to the selection of Atlas. How can an agent have fun on a battleship!" The old agent couldn't help but smile wryly when he heard the newcomer's complaint. After a while, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s work was very good, with iron rice bowls and high standards of welfare benefits, but this kind of day certainly didn't have the excitement of fighting face-to-face with the enemy on the battlefield.

  "My son will grow up in the future, I will definitely let him work in Atlas!"

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Stark’s automated factory quickly dismantled the Mark 100 into seven or eight parts of various sizes, which were then transported into the Raven’s cabin by an unmanned flatbed trailer. After confirming that there were no omissions, the impatient Stark went straight away. One step, he followed the ravens to the Atlas test range, while Fisher slowly went to New York for a meal, and then learned that the deputy director was also in New York and went to talk to the other party about work. His desk got wet before he rushed to the test site with his hips twisted. (Don’t get me wrong, the cup was knocked over by drinking tea!)

   And when he returned to the desert test site in the mountains of northern Iraq, Stark, sweating profusely, was directing a dozen construction machinery to assemble his big baby.

   "Did you put the cannon directly on it?" Fisher was a little surprised when he saw a black, thick and big gun tube on the left arm of the originally empty mecha. Is the opponent really afraid of death?

  Although the military equipment manufactured by Atlas has always been known for its safety, precision and power, it is rare that Stark has not been tested and installed directly.

"I can fire remotely, I don't need to test the artillery first!" Stark's armor and Mark 100 have been connected to a long data line, and as he completed the self-test in the armor, the Mark 100 moved NS.

  The giant mecha ten stories high lifted its right leg amid the sizzling sound of joint rotation, and then took a step.

   "Duang!" As the big feet fell, the surrounding ground shook. The anti-joint support leg structure disperses the weight of the mecha very well and reduces the pressure on the ground at the same time.

   "Take two steps! Take another two steps!" Fisher urged somewhat eagerly, anyway, the place was big enough for this guy to have fun at will.

   Stark took another few steps after hearing the words, and the two large iron claws of duck fins left footprints more than ten centimeters deep on the ground.

   "Walk a tiger and a tiger!"

  "Another one thousand miles away!"

  Hurry up, Stark simply let the mecha trot up at the maximum speed. After running around the shooting position for about ten times, Stark stopped.

   "There is still a problem with the output. The maximum speed I designed should be about 45 kilometers, but it is only 38 now!"

"It should be a structural problem!" After installing the mech, the technician grumbled for a long time, and finally came up with his own judgment, "The power of the electronic muscle drive of the leg is enough, but the action is still not smooth enough, it is likely to be the damper and the bearing. Where is the problem!"

   "Makes sense!" Stark's eyes lit up and he was about to dismantle the mecha and repair it on the spot, but Fisher stopped him.

   "It's okay to maneuver slowly. The big deal is that you design twelve drones for airlift, or install a propeller for each component, and quickly assemble it on the spot when it comes to battle. Now try the firepower!"

   "Then try two shots?"

   "Fight two shots!"

   maneuvered the mech to the shooting position. After all the weapons were loaded, Stark signaled Fisher.

  Then four drones dragged the drone and appeared in front of the mecha.

"Zizizi..." The first to fire was the 30mm Vulcan cannon located on the shoulder of the mecha. The Vulcan cannon shot down several times with its own Zetari gunboat. No light armor unit can withstand the fatal blow of 30 cannons.

The sparks flashed, and the drones shattered one after another, followed by missiles and laser close-defense systems. Everything worked well. Even the laser close-defense system fired by Stark could accumulate energy and concentrate its attacks. If there is an unknown enemy Easily get close, the one that greets him is destruction.

   "Stark, try the biggest thing again!" Fischer, who was flushed looking at the gun smoke rising in the distance, shouted loudly.

  "Then you have to find a target big enough!" Stark, who was also excited about shooting, also roared back.

   "There is a small hill 23 kilometers northwest! Look at the laser guidance beacon!"

   "I saw it!"

   "If you see it, just hit it!"

  (End of this chapter)