"What's the purpose?" The knowledgeable Ina did not make a fuss.
"Don't worry about its purpose. It is not our enemy for the time being." Luke comforted.
"As long as you know what's going on." Hearing that the situation was within Luke's and hers, Ina calmed down. Knowing Luke well, she guessed he might be trying to use this to achieve some purpose, but since he wouldn't say anything, she wouldn't ask. She understood that sometimes silence wasn't a sign of distrust, but rather a form of protection.
When Luke felt it was time to tell her, she would know everything. Now that Luke didn't say it, she naturally wouldn't make it difficult for him.
In the early stages, things stayed under control and were under Luke's control. If they did, it would be something they would have to deal with together.
Watching Ina, who was quick and decisive, leaving to resume work after getting her answer, Luke, rested, began revising his prototype. While he had Snoke's security team, he still needed to take the necessary safety measures himself. He couldn't become Superman for the time being, so the best approach was to emulate Tony Stark and build himself a metal box.
As for S.H.I.E.L.D.'s snooping and attention?
Luke didn't take it seriously. He'd known five years ago that he couldn't hide. Even if he tried to minimize his exposure, it was useless. He knew that at his current rate of growth, entering a certain circle and being noticed and targeted by certain people or organizations was inevitable. There was no way to escape it!
Unless you abandon the golden finger and don't upgrade, you can bet that you will be lucky enough to survive various disasters in the future.
But passivity was not an option for Luke.
The idea of hiding from the beginning until reaching the maximum level and then surprising everyone is just a beautiful vision from the beginning. Only when you face and overcome obstacles one by one, and grab enough benefits and growth foundations from them, can you achieve the most stable success.
Since he had decided to contact those people and objects, he would eventually be connected to S.H.I.E.L.D. Rather than suddenly appearing with all sorts of technology to scare Nick Fury and make him wary and think he was a conspirator, it would be better to slip in some information from the start, making them believe he had enough information.
Anyway, it's just some information that is not extremely confidential and has nothing to do with the final trump card, so it doesn't matter if it is leaked.
For now, Luke had no intention of competing with Nick Fury, the suspicious head of S.H.I.E.L.D., or anything else. As long as he had no ill intentions, he would naturally enjoy the conveniences S.H.I.E.L.D. offered. He didn't want to think about anything else right now, just focusing on his development.
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Malibu Villa.
Tony Stark was gradually reimagining his Mark II suit. Every step, every program debugging, every mechanical energy output required him to fine-tune and experiment.
The basement laboratory in his villa was a mess due to his continuous experiments, and even Pepper Potts had a hard time tidying it up.
"The output energy needs to be adjusted again. Record this, Jarvis."
Tony Stark, who had just been sent flying backwards by the energy and hit the padded ground, was still grimacing in pain. He turned over and sat up, sticking his head out from the workbench, and said to his intelligent system Jarvis.
The test is barely qualified when the energy output is refined to a level that the robotic arm and the body's own arm can withstand.
And then the next one.
It was complicated, boring and tedious, but Tony Stark was immersed in it.
Originally, Tony hadn't wanted to personally conduct the experiment, believing that these tedious verification steps should be handled by professionals. He even visited his friend James Rhodes, who still had differences with him on the matter of arms. Before Tony could even express his request, his friend James Rhodes told him to go back and think about it.
The meeting between the two ended on a bad note.
But these days, it feels pretty good to experiment a little bit and create the works that come from my own mind.
So he decided to do everything himself. He didn't want to bother with anyone or anything until he succeeded. Even when Obadiah Stane, whom he considered an elder, came to him and complained about the board of directors wanting to fire Tony, the culprit for the company's stock price crash, and demanding he give him something so he could go back and speak up for them and shut everyone else up, Tony didn't bother to deal with it. He was now like a maniac, obsessed with creating the Mark II.
At this moment, there is still a fire burning in his heart.
If he didn't vent this anger, he would not be able to cross the threshold in his heart, and he didn't dare to recall the face of Ethan who gave his life so that he could escape safely.
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Haibolun Industrial Park.
Closed training ground.
A soldier in a silver-gray steel suit flew up, twisting and turning in midair before crashing into the soft dirt. The soldier rolled to his feet, half-sitting and shaking his head. His visor opened, revealing a relatively young face. Then, Snooker's megaphone roared, "Control your energy output! Lark, you're the only one in Team B who can't perfectly control the flight of your suit!"
"This is too difficult, sir!" Lark was a little desperate.
"Who made your synesthesia performance so bad! If you can reach the second stage, then controlling the energy output of the battle suit will be as easy as controlling how much force you put into your punch! You have to add an hour to your synesthesia training today!" Snooker roared again.
"Sir, I don't think this is possible. Let's change people. I propose that the standard for selection into the Mechanic Squad be at least Stage 2 Synesthesia." A female soldier booed nearby with a curled lip. Stage 2 Synesthesia, after implanting a pocket-sized receiver, allows one to control the suit with ease, even from a distance, and exert a certain degree of combat effectiveness. Next to her was the Iron Man suit, who was performing the same contemptuous gesture as her. She was pink, and her figure was slimmer and more beautiful than the others. She loved her Iron Man suit so much that she almost slept with it in her arms.
"Tini, I'm almost at the second stage of synaesthesia!" Lark shouted loudly, and then under Snook's death gaze, he put down his helmet, stood up, and once again began to release energy steadily to fly.