After more than an hour, Tony sat up from the bed.

He looked down at the blue faint light on his chest and closed his eyes for a moment, then nodded and said, "No problem, it is much more comfortable than I thought. I thought it would be as tough as a girl's firstti."

Ethan laughed. "No, your first time belongs to it." He shook the simple electromagnet with wires and a battery in his hand.

Tonyha said, "Well, I remember it wrong, after all, when you did this for the first time, I was still in a coma."

Just a few jokes, the two started working again.

They don't have much time.

As more and more parts are processed, the flaws will become larger and larger, and we cannot pin our hopes on the illiteracy of the gangsters.

At this moment, looking at the monitoring picture in the cave, a slightly smarter gangster muttered in doubt, "How can this not look like a photo at all?"

As he said this, his gaze was back and forth between the photos of the Jericho missile in his hand and the parts in the surveillance screen.

My companions gathered around and explained with certainty, "Maybe an improved version? We are not an American military factory here. It's quite normal."

The clever gangster still shook his head and insisted on his opinion. "Look at the tail, it doesn't really look like a Jericho missile."

The companion gestured "You're too stupid, look back, right?"

The clever gangster turned the photo in doubt, and compared it for a moment. "Is that so? It's ... somewhat similar."

The companion patted him on the shoulder. "Don't be suspicious, as long as they are working, it's fine. Do you want to smoke? I touched it from the American soldier last time."

The clever gangster's attention finally turned "give me one."

Lighted a cigarette, his mind is no longer on the monitoring screen.

As his companion said, as long as the young master in the United States continues to work, anyway, they are all theirs, and he can't make any monster moths.

In the cave two days later, Tony had finished all the parts, and then took out a stack of drawings, put it on a glass plate, and turned on the lights under the glass plate.

Ethan looked at the stacked drawings, and originally had a sketch of steel armor that had nothing to do with scattered patterns, and he couldn't help wow, "This is too great."

Tony's eyes flashed a burning light. "It's our only hope to go out alive."

"Let's start, we don't have much time," he said, disrupting the drawings, throwing them away, and walking to the side to assemble the armor.

While doing all this, he also thought of some black charcoal head, but he was not grateful to that guy at all.

His steel armor was never copied from Batman.

It's just that in the cave where all the tools are very simple, he has streamlined many of the designs of the armor, making this set of armors like Batman's armor in some places.

For example, ugly, it is more like someone's armor.

Of course, he would not copy such an ugly design, but it was too simple to make the two necessarily similar.

Moreover, he would not be grateful to Batman for the miniature arcing reactor on his chest.

This was something that his dad had designed long ago, and the large arc shock reactor at home was also successfully started by him.

More than two months ago, in order to solve the power problem of the steel armor, he successfully miniaturized the arc shock reactor, the difference is that the previous reactor did not have an electromagnet function.

Privately, he named the reactor the Ark.

It all depends on his own efforts.

It was just that the appearance of the black charcoal head made him think about researching such things as the Ark reactor in advance.

Maybe if I can get out alive this time, I won't bother with Batman in the future? That is of course impossible.

At most, when you uncover the guy ’s helmet, choose a place where there is no onlooker party, so that this guy can continue to dress mysteriously. These thoughts flashed away, and Tony's hands moved faster and faster.

He has already assembled many Warframes and is familiar with this kind of live driving.

Compared to the earliest Mark 1, this set of paper goods is like the difference between a worker repairing a building and a child building a brick.

It does not need too many functions, it can be the most important protection function, plus a certain attack power.

However, as the greatest hope in desperation, Tony still gave it a name-Mark 0.

0, not only indicates that its technical level is lower than that of Mark 1, but also indicates that it was made from a cave with nothing.

An hour later, with the help of Ethan, Tony basically wore the armor without any major problems.

Only some interfaces and parts were not processed perfectly, slightly pressing and pressing some parts, making him uncomfortable.

Resisting the urge to dig his own little Dick, Tony greeted Ethan "to start the process and activate the Warframe's energy system."

Just a few minutes ago, a bald head went to monitor ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ and watched the situation in the cave.

It was just a moment when he noticed the anomaly and yelled, "Where is Stark? Where is he?"

The two drowsy gangsters woke up in an agitation, waking up.

When they turned around, they saw bald heads. They all trembled. "He, they have been working. We looked at them, and they didn't sleep all night."

The bald head was somber and grim, with a vicious light flashing in his eyes. "Where is it to point out, where is his man?"

The two gangsters hurriedly looked at the monitor, and the clever gangster immediately raised his hand and pointed, "Here, he is here. The workbench covered his body. Look, he just took the tool that Ethan handed over."

The bald gangster snorted, but still felt something wrong. "You two immediately called Olma and let him see." The two gangsters in front of the monitor ordered to raise their fingers.

"Okay, Boss Raza" The two gangsters didn't dare to delay, so they got up and ran.

The bald gangster Raza looked stern and looked at the surveillance screen again.

Under surveillance, Ethan was nodding at the place blocked by the workbench, apparently talking to Stark, and still operating the laptop.

It looks like they really work.

Keraz's keen sense kept reminding him that the situation was not right.

...

At dawn, Luke arrived at the suspected Ten Commandments.

This time he did not rush in directly. It was dawn, and there were too many people in it.

Although he rushed quickly in the past few days, it was all at night, and he had to scout beforehand.

A medium-sized drone that was several times larger than an ordinary small drone, using a normal aircraft model, was put into the sky for the first time.

This kind of UAV has more sighting equipment and more powerful functions, which is suitable for use in complex areas with multiple targets.