The flight armor is another major technological marvel from the NieR: Automata universe. It has two primary configurations: Flight Mode and Maneuver Mode.
In Flight Mode, it resembles a highly futuristic combat aircraft. Equipped with an anti-gravity device, it effortlessly overcomes gravitational constraints and achieves hypersonic speeds.
It is even capable of operating in outer space, far surpassing the performance of conventional space shuttles—truly a pinnacle of cutting-edge technology.
When it transforms into Maneuver Mode, it becomes a colossal battle suit reminiscent of a Gundam, boasting formidable close-combat prowess and devastating heavy firepower.
Such advanced technology has yet to appear on Earth—though, to be fair, Tony Stark hasn't built the Hulkbuster armor yet!
Once again, Loren has outpaced Tony Stark. If Stark were to witness this, one can only imagine his reaction.
It must feel like you're perpetually living in someone else's shadow!
After briefly assessing his gains, Loren nodded in satisfaction and turned to Tifa, who stood nearby.
"Throw them both out of the manor! They're no longer of any use to me."
"Understood!" Tifa replied with a crisp nod. She signaled the Faceless Ones, who immediately seized the two and dragged them away.
Outside Morgan Manor, Nick Fury, Natasha Romanoff, and Phil Coulson waited anxiously.
When Fury learned that General Ross had handed over the military's entire seventy-year stockpile of vibranium to Loren, he felt his world crumbling.
He had never imagined the U.S. military had secretly hoarded so much vibranium—and worse, that he, as director of S.H.I.E.L.D., had been kept completely in the dark.
The real problem? Now that General Ross had given all that vibranium to Loren, Loren would surely deliver the Hulk into Ross's hands.
Given Ross's short fuse and vindictive nature, he wouldn't waste a second chance to eliminate the Hulk.
If that happened, it would be catastrophic for S.H.I.E.L.D.
Fury had been counting on using the Hulk's power to counter Loren!
At this rate, they were doomed.
How could he not be anxious?
"What's going on? Are we still not allowed inside? We need to see Young Master Lorent!" Nick Fury demanded, staring impatiently at the faceless female guard stationed at the gate.
He feared that if he didn't reach Loren in time, Ross would kill the Hulk.
The masked guard—her features hidden beneath smooth, expressionless plates—replied in a tone as cold as vacuum: "The boss is watching a show and isn't receiving guests."
"What? We're in the middle of a crisis, and he's just… watching a show?"
"What's it to you, Black Egg?" came a sharp voice from within. Tifa emerged slowly from the manor gates. "My boss wants to enjoy a show—does he need your permission?"
Behind her, two Faceless Ones dragged the unconscious forms of Bruce Banner and General Ross, one in each grip.
At the sight of Tifa, Nick Fury visibly paled.
"Miss Tifa! That's not— I didn't mean… I was just curious about what kind of show Young Master Loren was watching!"
"It's none of your concern," Tifa said coolly. "But since you're being sensible today, I'll let you off without a lesson. Take care of these two yourself."
With that, the Faceless Ones heaved Bruce Banner and General Ross over the threshold and dumped them unceremoniously at Fury's feet.
Seeing that Loren had actually thrown Bruce Banner out on his own initiative, Nick Fury was overjoyed. This was the powerful fighting force he'd been dreaming of!
And yet, even as joy surged through him, deep suspicion followed close behind. Why had Loren suddenly decided to hand over the Hulk today?
Based on his understanding of Loren, the kid was a serious racist—he'd never be this generous.
Something unusual was going on. There had to be a trap.
Frowning, Fury turned to Tifa with a puzzled expression.
"Miss Tifa," he asked carefully, "may I ask why your boss suddenly agreed to hand the Hulk over to S.H.I.E.L.D.? Is there a special reason behind this?"
"Black Egg," Tifa said coolly, "you're really asking for trouble. You begged for it earlier, and now that I've given it to you, you're full of questions? I think you need another lesson. Since you're so eager—consider your wish granted."
Before Fury could react, she yanked a whip from behind her back and lashed him across the chest.
"Oh—shit!!"
The blow sent Fury reeling—mentally catapulted back to 1862, utterly stunned.
"You dare swear?" Tifa snapped. "Get back to work—now!"
"You…"
The moment Fury realized Tifa had just whipped him—he went pale as ash. The truth hit him like a freight train.
Coulson and Natasha, standing off to the side, were dumbfounded, utterly at a loss for words.
Neither dared speak. They simply covered their eyes, turned away, and avoided looking Fury in the face at all costs.
Fury seethed—but he didn't dare retaliate. Gritting his teeth, he grabbed Bruce Banner and began dragging him off.
Just then, General Ross—who'd been lying motionless nearby—slowly opened his eyes, clearly regaining consciousness.
Before he could utter a word, Fury slammed a boot into his skull, knocking him out cold again.
"??????" — Coulson.
"??????" — Natasha.
"You cursed me," Fury growled at Ross's unconscious form. "You caused all of this, and you still think you get to wake up? Keep dreaming!"
He turned back to Tifa. "Miss Tifa, I don't know this guy well, and I don't want him. You can do whatever you like with him!"
Without waiting for a response—or even glancing at the others—he stomped off, dragging Banner behind him.
Everyone knew he was taking his anger out on Ross… but not a soul dared say a word.
Just as he reached the door, Tifa's calm voice cut through the air:
"Black Egg—who gave you permission to leave?"
She continued, echoing her boss's words:
"Our boss said you can have the Hulk, and you don't need to provide vibranium…
—but you're hiding something on you. Hand it over."
"Things? What things?" Fury frowned, a cold dread creeping up his spine. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Before he could finish, Tifa's whip snapped around his neck, yanking him sharply back in front of her.
In one swift mo
tion, she reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a strangely shaped device—quietly beeping.
"!!!!!" — Nick Fury.
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