At the moment, far away in the Trident headquarters in Washington.
Dressed in an office dress, Hill, sitting on an office chair and sorting out documents, has a look of surprise on his face.
She didn't feel surprised when she received a call from Leon suddenly.
The two are old friends and one of Fury's most trusted people.
What surprised her was the request of the other party.
After all, this excellent Ability guy, but rarely asks others to help…
Hill, who realized the importance of the matter, did not take the opportunity to tease, but replied:
"you say."
"I want to borrow the satellite of S.H.I.E.L.D to investigate some secret materials. I need your level 9 permission."
Hearing that, Hill didn't think much about it, and without a second word, he revealed his login account and password.
After getting the account and password from Hill, Leon hung up, opened the secret door of the study, and went to the basement.
Sitting in front of the computer, Leon danced his fingers and quickly tapped on the keyboard.
Suddenly, the sound of "cracking" echoed in the basement…
He asked Hill to borrow the right to use the satellite in order to use the powerful tracking capability of the satellite to enter AIM's company system and copy all the evidence that they used the human body to conduct the Extremis test!
In the previous life, Stark did the same, only to find out that the bomb without fragments was the experimenter who was injected with Extremis!
The whole process, as Leon expected, went very smoothly.
The entire R&D process of Extremis, including data and video materials such as the side effects after the injection failed, was copied into a USB flash drive by Leon.
As long as these videos are given to the White House and the Pentagon, as long as you are not a fool, you can see that the several explosions planned by "Mandarin" are extremely related to Extremis developed by AIM!
In this way, the Avengers went to the door to check the water meter, and beat Killian by surprise.
However, what Leon never expected was that the effect of his big butterfly fanning was too great, causing things to develop in an unpredictable direction.
He hasn't taken the initiative yet, but Killian has done it first…
. . . . . .
Malibu, Los Angeles, California.
Stark, wearing a gray long-sleeved T-shirt, is sitting in his personal laboratory, operating a holographic projection, and seems to be doing delicate work.
Judging from the look on his face and the faint dark circles under his eyes, it seems that he hasn't rested well recently.
Two weeks have passed since J.A.R.V.I.S was killed.
Although he has been trying to piece together the consciousness of J.A.R.V.I.S, he has been unable to awaken the consciousness of J.A.R.V.I.S again due to the scattered fragments of consciousness, too many and too scattered.
At this moment, the phone's ringing suddenly rang, and Stark answered the call.
"Bruce, you hope you bring good news."
"Tony, I asked my friends in Nexus. They seem to have noticed that there are a few unusual places in the recent Internet data stream. Maybe we can go there and see if we can find any clues?" Banner on one side said so.
Hearing that, Stark's men acted for a while, and then said:
"It's a good idea. Anyone who wants to completely eliminate Internet data will definitely leave some traces. I will go to Oslo immediately."
After hanging up, Stark directly faced the air and said:
"Friday, we will go to Oslo tomorrow."
As soon as the voice fell, a mechanical female voice immediately sounded:
"Understood, a flight plan is being developed."
Although there is no such powerful artificial intelligence as J.A.R.V.I.S, it is somewhat inconvenient.
But who is Stark?
He immediately invoked a backup artificial intelligence named "Friday" and added it to the system, temporarily replacing the role of J.A.R.V.I.S.
"Just to try the battery life of the new armor…"
Stark muttered as he walked to the armor changing table, ready to change into the newly researched Mark 42 armor, and set off for Oslo.
Thinking of J.A.R.V.I.S, he wanted to find the murderer right away and beat him up…
At this moment, a harsh alarm sounded in the room.
"Warning! Warning! Missile attack detected!"
Studying the holographic projection on the table, a picture immediately jumped out.
Stark stared at the several missiles continuously lasing towards the villa in the picture, and muttered involuntarily:
As soon as the voice fell, a series of explosions "boom boom boom" instantly submerged the entire villa.
Just before the villa was hit by several Hellfire anti-tank missiles, Stark, who was thrown into flight by the blast, made a decisive decision, waved his hands, and used the tiny sensor chip injected into the skin of his arm to call to himself. Of steel armor.
The Mark 42 battle armor, which was originally standing in place, was instructed to split into countless parts and flew towards Stark!
"Crack!" "Crack!"
In just a few seconds, the Mark 42-generation auto-navigation armor was assembled on the surface of his body in an instant!
Stark, who was wearing a battle armor, was both embarrassed and angry.
"I want to see, who on earth dare to come to trouble me!"
However, before he could react, the missiles that followed one after another used it as a target again, and they were crazy output!
Boom boom boom!
The entire villa seemed to be demolished violently, the ceiling cracked along many cracks, and the gravel continued to smash down.
Even the concrete floor under your feet began to collapse.
A large hole was blown out of the research room. From the direction of the hole, Stark vaguely saw several Apache gunships in the distance, floating above the sea.
In the chaos, a missile happened to explode in the lower part of the armor, blasting Stark away.
"Uh…"
Even when he was wearing a new type of armor, Stark felt the body was hit to varying degrees, and a fishy smell appeared in his throat.
"Multiple contusions have been detected on the body, and the ribs have slight bone fractures…"
Before the artificial intelligence reminded all the injuries of the body, Stark interrupted:
"Friday! Let's leave here first!"
However, just as he pressed down on the palms of his hands and folded his legs, trying to fly away from this narrow and unable to fight back, Friday's calm voice suddenly came from his ear:
"Sir, the Flight system is damaged, and the Flight power is insufficient!"
"Isn't it?! Are you kidding me?!"
"What about weapons?"
"The system is malfunctioning, and the weapon and aiming aid cannot be used normally!"
A series of bad news caused Stark to fall into a very passive situation.
However, in this critical situation, he did not give up!
Hugging the crumbling column with both hands, Stark stared closely at the three helicopters floating above the sea, with a firm tone:
"In that case, I will take aim myself!"