"Day 11, Test 37, Configuration 2.0. For lack of a better option, you, Little Stupid, must still pay attention to fire safety. If you, Little Stupid, still use the fire extinguisher even though I'm not on fire, I will donate you to City University."
Tony continued to mutter to himself in front of the camera recording the entire R&D process. All the materials Mark had ordered had finally arrived at the villa's warehouse, so he wasn't in the garage at the moment.
"Okay, relax a little, Tony." Tony encouraged himself, "Start with 1% axial load support capacity, count down,
three,
two,
one!"
Puff—boom!
The airflow ejected from the aircraft on his legs supported Tony's entire body, and the balance stabilizers on his arms allowed him to maintain balance and not fall over like before.
After hovering steadily at a height of 40 centimeters for more than ten seconds, Tony turned off the propulsion system and landed smoothly on the ground. "Okay! Hey, little idiot, don't point the nozzle of the fire extinguisher at me. It makes me feel like I'm going to spontaneously combust at any moment. You just have to wait and see what happens, and come as soon as possible when something happens to me."
Looking at Xiaoben who was ready to use the fire extinguisher, Tony couldn't help but remind him.
"Okay, let's do it again. This time, increase the axial load support capacity to 2.5 percent. Start. Three, two, one..."
Puff—boom!
Tony successfully left the ground again, this time maintaining a height of 110 centimeters. The increase in height made Tony's balance no longer as smooth as before, and he began to move sideways uncontrollably. "Okay, I didn't mean to move here!"
However, things don't always go as you wish. Life is full of surprises. "Don't hit the car, don't hit the car!" Tony watched helplessly as he floated onto the limited edition sports cars in his collection in the garage, leaving even more limited edition patterns on them.
After a moment of heartache, Tony finally adjusted himself, but things didn't get any better. "Table!"
The strong airflow from the propeller blew the design materials and calculation papers on the table all over the floor, making them a mess.
After a struggle with the Earth's gravity, Tony finally gained control of the thrusters, returned to where he took off, and landed steadily.
"Great, now I can fly."
After completing the flight system of the suit, the rest of the work progressed very smoothly. Because it was an experimental model, the Mark II did not need to be equipped with a weapon system, which undoubtedly greatly accelerated Tony's research and development speed.
While Tony was making rapid progress, Mark's floating body had hit a development bottleneck. Although he had mastered the technology required for each component, he was troubled by how to integrate it into an organic whole.
Even more troubling was programming the automated combat systems for the floating units. Given their sheer number, ensuring they coordinated with each other in combat and provided protection for the "Side Cannon" units was a complex undertaking. First, he had to determine the various formations for different situations, then the cross-positioning combinations, attack combinations, and defense combinations. All of this gave Mark a significant headache, and his "Transformers Project" progressed slowly as a result.
Despite the headache, Mark still believed he could solve all these problems. Since he had no idea about the floating body, he decided to build the main body of the mecha first. Mark turned his attention to the work of building the mecha's transformation mechanism.
…
"Jarvis, are you ready?"
"At your service, sir."
After such a long period of preparation, Tony finally completed the experimental model Mark II. He also transformed the original intelligent butler Jarvis into a combat assistance system for the battle suit, cooperating with him to control the battle suit.
Click——
Finally, he put the mask on himself, and the Mark II was armed. "Install the heads-up display."
Jarvis: "Done."
"Enter all parameters from the computer interface."
"As you say, sir."
Tony took a good look at his surroundings through the HUD in front of him. He felt that the visibility was good and the image quality was high-definition. Then he asked, "Okay, what's going on?"
"I've got it, sir. Connected and ready to go."
"Start the virtual walking program."
"Entering parameters and measuring the virtual environment."
"Check the control of the shell."
"Yes, sir."
Jarvis received the order and quickly began to execute it. The thruster panels on the calves, the panels at the joints that increased the range of motion, the spoilers on the back that adjusted flight attitude and speed, and the panels on the arms that concealed the weapon systems—all were adjusted and linked together, instantly making the overall suit feel distinct from the bulky, rough-hewn Mark I.
Jarvis: "Testing complete. Prepare to shut down power and begin diagnostics."
"Okay, remember to check the weather and the automatic tool indexing device. Also, start monitoring the airport tower."
"Sir, the server still needs to perform 1000G of calculations before the actual flight can be carried out." Jarvis warned Tony about his dangerous idea.
"Jarvis, sometimes you have to run before you can walk.
Are you ready? Countdown——
three,
two,
one."
Puff—boom!
The flight system was functioning normally. As the thrusters continued to increase pressure, Tony quickly flew out along the garage corridor. "Yaaaa!"
Tony was immediately addicted to the unfettered joy of flying in the sky. "This feels like a dream. Mark will be so jealous of me!"
After getting used to the working mode of the flight system, Tony began to speed up and take on some difficult challenges.
Seven hundred and twenty degree rolls, tight radius maneuvers, and sudden turns in various situations—none of these seemed challenging enough to Tony. "Alright, let's see what this equipment is capable of! What's the record for the SR-71 Blackbird?"
"The record for fixed-wing flight is 85,000 feet, sir."
"Records are meant to be broken, come on!" After saying that, Tony adjusted his flying posture and flew straight into the sky.
At this time, Jarvis hurriedly warned: "Sir, the Iron Man suit has the potential to freeze at high altitude and cause a crash."
"Keep flying! Higher!" No danger could stop Tony's rebellion before it happened.
However, Tony soon experienced the bitter consequences of his stubbornness. The suit began to freeze rapidly at high altitude, the thrusters began to clog due to the low temperature, and the electronic systems inside the suit also stopped working due to the low temperature.
"Ah-ah!" Tony, who had lost power, began to accelerate in free fall towards the ground with a scream in panic.
"We are frozen, Jarvis, spread the ailerons, Jarvis!" Tony called Jarvis anxiously, but because the electronic system was affected, Jarvis was unable to provide service to Tony.
"Hurry up, we have to get rid of the ice!" There was no other way. Without Jarvis' help, Tony had to use the emergency device he had left behind and manually opened the ailerons on the outside of the suit, and finally got rid of the ice on the suit.
After resolving the icing issue, the electronic system automatically restarted, and Tony was now less than 1,000 feet from the ground. Looking at the ground so close before his eyes, Tony had no choice but to wait for his fate.
Fortunately, fate seemed to favor this unruly mad scientist. At the last moment, the electronic system resumed working and successfully started the thrusters before Tony caught up with it, restoring the power of the suit.
"Yeah - hahaha!" Tony, who escaped the disaster, was as happy as a 200-pound fat man.
Flying all the way back to the villa in Port Malibu, Tony slowly landed on the roof and adjusted his landing posture. Tony ordered Jarvis to cut off the power of the suit.
Then...
Bang!
Bang!
Bang!
Tony crashed through the roof, fell into the living room and smashed the piano, then fell into the underground garage and landed steadily on one of his beloved sports cars, ending this failed landing.
Squeak——
This time, Xiaoben finally got what he wanted and sprayed the fire extinguisher on Tony's head.
"Did I miss something?" Mark, who arrived late, saw Tony, wearing Mark II, lying awkwardly on the unrecognizable sports car. This funny scene made him take out the mobile phone in his pocket involuntarily, click!
"It's all the fault of the shoddy construction!"
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