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First day.

Storm Enterprise.

General Research Office of the Ministry of Applied Science and Technology.

"Are you looking for me?" Michael Cowen hurried over and greeted Meng Ao who had been waiting for him in the research room for a while.

Tomeng's care has been very good recently. After leaving Budapest with Meng Ao, he entered a private hospital under Storm's property in New York. His work is quite relaxed and his salary is generous enough, which has caused Michael, who had initially had some resistance to Meng Ao's impression, to have recently changed his impression of Meng Ao.

"Something happened, and you may need your help." Meng Ao stood up and walked to Michael Cowen.

Michael Kewen was confused when he heard this, rubbed his hands and looked puzzled: "Of course it's okay to help, but what can I help you?" He really didn't think he could help Meng Ao. Judging from the difference in the status of the two, Meng Ao really didn't need him to help.

"It's not as complicated and troublesome as you think. It's just that you need to provide some of your blood recently." Meng Ao patted his shoulder.

Michael nodded thoughtfully.

When the researcher Wells, who was waiting aside, saw that the two had reached an agreement, he immediately came over with a large syringe and personally cleaned and prepared for Michael before drawing blood.

...

Ten days.

Storm Enterprise.

Semi-enclosed underground laboratory.

"The comparison between Michael's latest blood and the gene fusion liquid we have has already come out." Researcher Wells walked quickly towards Meng'ao with a folder.

"What's the result?" Meng Ao reached out to take the document report handed over by Wells. While quickly flipping through it, he looked up the key points of the data on it, and asked Wells bluntly.

"It depends on what you are referring to." Wells spread his hands.

"Everyone said it." Meng Ao glanced at Wells, then turned his eyes back to the document report he was holding.

"I don't know where you found Michael, but Michael's blood does have the ability to fuse genes in different species," Wells said. "From this point, if he studies and modifies his blood, he can develop a solution that has the same effect as our gene fusion agent."

"In other words, a similar gene fusion agent was successfully developed based on Michael's blood, which is possible to copy our colonial clothes?" Meng Ao temporarily moved his spirit away from the dense data reports and looked at Wells again and asked.

The technique of breeding is difficult, but it is easy to say, but it is also easy.

Everything has at least one unavoidable difficulty, which is related to success or failure. If you overcome this difficulty, it is only a matter of time before you succeed.

Meng Ao was not the original founder and successful person of X gene weapons. William Stryker, who spent decades, has already overcome many difficulties. The field of X gene weapons does not have obvious shortcomings for the current military and S.H.I.E.L.D. The only thing that restricts the large-scale extravagance of X gene weapons is the strong conflicts and rejection that cannot be eliminated between different X genes. Using various anti-rejection agents cannot avoid elimination.

Meng Ao solved this rejection, so he created a colonial closure. A variety of X genes are spliced ​​together without any conflicts and rejection, and is extremely stable colonial closure.

Just like many exoskeleton armors, including Osborne Industry, Hammer Military Industry, and Stark enterprises are all studying, as long as they solve small energy sources and a series of complex control systems, other difficulties will come naturally as research and time advance.

As far as Meng Ao knows, Osborne Industry, which has strong technology in the fields of bioinduction and bioenergy, has already had at least one set of laboratory versions of exoskeleton armor that combines biological and technological combinations. It is just that it is imperfect and cannot be exaggerated on a large scale.

"Yes. But," Wells pointed at the document data in Meng'ao's hand with his finger: "It's like different medicines for treating the same disease, and the effects of the medicines are also unequal. According to the monitoring results, the fusion agent made based on Michael's blood should not be too expected. We have better ones!"

"Are you sure?" Meng'o looked at Wells.

"At present, I am sure that if you want to go further, I need to study further and use Michael's blood to make a batch of fusion agent for a trial." Wells hesitated for a moment and said randomly.

"Then do it!" Meng Ao said: "I can't make sure how much time I can give you, but what I can be sure is that I want to get a more positive result as soon as possible."

...

Thirty-three days.

According to Tony Stark's original request, Meng Ao sent a set of coats specially made according to his requirements, which strengthened the anti-overload and pressure effect to him.

Fifty-one days.

The topic of Stark's industry is still rising, but Tony Stark, who has caused a storm, is peacefully away from the storm that swept everything, and has rarely disappeared under the flash of the media and journalists.

Seventy-seven days.

No. 10880 Malibu Street.

basement.

Just as Storm's old house has Meng'ao's exclusive laboratory, Tony Stark's sea view mansion also has a micro-industrial laboratory with small sparrows. All the facilities of the villa, including the micro-industrial laboratory at the deepest underground, are managed by Stark's iconic intelligent system Jarvis.

Tony Stark is now buried in the war suit parts made by Jarvis according to the patterns and specifications he has designated, patiently patching and testing them. Then he adjusts and enters the data according to the test results, enjoying it.

Stark's research on the suits of the war, as well as the biotech armor technology that he had snatched from Osborne Industry some time ago, was integrated by Stark into the second-generation war clothes that he devoted great effort.

With the repeated corrections and success of the experiment, Tony had already had a premonition that he was approaching success.

Eighty-six days.

S.E.L.D.

Maria Hill was reporting to Nick Fury, who was frowning, and said: "...preliminary estimates are a kind of steel suit. We have evaluated and investigated it..."

"Result?" Nick Fury looked at the strange red human figure on the screen that was stuck under the belly of a F-22. His left and right hands touched each other and fiddled with each other, showing what his master was thinking.

"From the speed and flexibility it shows, this steel suit has a great potential for war. If the price is right and can be extravagant on a large scale, it may be comparable to the breeding suit." Maria Hill then said: "Of course, more specifically, we can have a suit on our hands for various tests to get it."

"Who is its maker?" Nick Fury asked. Although he had a definite answer in his heart, he needed an answer that was more definite than he speculated. Fortunately, Maria Hill's answer was not beyond his expectations.

"Tony Stark, that rich playboy." Maria Hill said.

Eighty-ninth day.

The nest of a militant guerrilla team in the Middle East was completely overtaken.

Nick Fry of SHIELD looked silently at the screen that looked like snowflakes, blurringly unable to see the halal image. On the picture, red human-shaped patches were faintly laid. On the other screen next to it, there was a clear picture of the steel suit.

"The big guy may not notice that we were monitoring him, but he must have 't'd been 'handed' at the satellites in the sky and all the testing equipment around him." Agent Colson, who had packed up and brought someone to solve a problem, said helplessly to his boss.
Chapter completed!