Superman's Journey

Chapter 159 Iron Man Lincoln

"Stark, who seems smart and wise, is full of confidence in himself."

The sudden voice made the two of Tony, who were forging the first-generation Mark armor, immediately nervous. With the hammer in his hand, Tony immediately turned to the darkness where Lincoln was: "Who! Come out!"

Under the vigilant eyes of the two, Lincoln slowly came out of the darkness: "Don't make such a fuss, after all, you are not Thor, the hammer god. If he came, I might have to worry a little bit."

Ethan watched Lincoln half-spoken, and couldn't help but answer: "What are you worried about?"

"Worried about crushing his hammer." Lincoln laughed, and then took another sip of Coke: "Relax, I'm here to save you."

Seeing Lincoln's casual appearance, Tony didn't really believe in Lincoln's reliability: "Give me a few more days and I can finish the armor and leave here by myself. I don't need anyone to rescue me."

"Really? It seems that the great genius inventor is very confident in his pair of scrap metal."

As Lincoln spoke, he took out a piece of breastplate hidden inside from the pile of scrap iron under Tony's unfriendly eyes, and criticized it vigorously: "Look at this pitiful arc, fortunately your forging skills are not very good, Otherwise, I suspect that there is not even such a reflection angle, and those guys with machine guns should like Ni's design very much."

"How do you say that? We found some flesh and blood from a pile of bullets, a veritable steel coffin. Is this what you are preparing for your funeral? Genius inventor?"

"A coffin like a humanoid battle armor is indeed very inventor-like."

Lincoln's merciless ridicule made Tony turn red: "Shut up and get out of here, I don't need you to criticize my armor, facts will prove everything!"

"Really?" Lincoln curled his lips indifferently: "Then, Mr. Stark, who is confident, can you tell me how you plan to use this armor to deal with those who have 6 vehicle-mounted machine guns and seven single-doors outside? A terrorist with a bazooka? Can you give yourself a flamethrower by the way?"

"Another thing I have to mention is that the weapons held by those terrorists are still produced by Stark Industries. Presumably someone should know the power of the weapons produced by the company under his name."

The information that Lincoln spit out made Tony Stark's face froze involuntarily.

He knew his own situation. In this cave where resources were scarce, using some Jericho missile wreckage mixed with iron to knock out a suit of armor that could withstand rifle glances was the limit of what he could do.

He also has ideas for better metal materials, but this place obviously can't make them.

Moreover, as the chairman of Stark Industries, Tony has been engaged in weapon research and development for many years, and he is well aware of the power of the weapons under his group's name.

Whether it is theory or practice, the configuration of the machine gun and the bazooka can achieve the scene that Lincoln said before that a bunch of bullets are mixed with a little meat.

What made Tony even more silent was that if he went shopping with the terrorists outside under such circumstances, Ethan's safety would not be guaranteed.

Every word Lincoln said was heart-wrenching, but it was still Tony's irrefutable facts, which made him feel even more depressed.

With a bang, he hammered his hammer on the iron felt in front of him, and looked at Lincoln: "Tell me, what good idea do you have?"

"Emmm" Lincoln looked at the reactor on Tony's chest, and a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "I have a more exciting plan and a less exciting plan."

"Tell me about the exciting one."

Ethan, who thought Tony Stark would choose the latter, couldn't help but widen his eyes: "Tony, your heart can't stand too much stimulation. If the blood flow speeds up, it may make those fragments in your body move."

"Calm down, Ethan, I just want to hear it, not actually do it."

Tony's answer made Ethan calm down a little, and then he heard Lincoln propose a plan that could make people's blood pressure soar: "How about finishing the armor, then equipping it with some heavy firepower, and using those guys outside as targets?" ?”

Ethan:? ? ?
He didn't understand why Lincoln, who still said that the armor couldn't defend against machine guns, proposed this plan, but Tony remained silent: "Your plan is very good, but we can't do it."

"That's because you can't do it." Lincoln chuckled, and took out a piece of vibrating gold ore: "With it, everything can be done!"

"A stone?" Tony, who knew nothing about Zhenjin, took a deep breath: "Let's talk about a less exciting plan."

"Oh, that's also very simple. I'll go out and kill all those guys outside, and then you can wait here with peace of mind for those American soldiers to come to rescue you."

Tony was a little confused: "You call this rescue?"

"Kill them, and you won't be killed by them. This is of course called rescue, and it's also very predictable."

Ethan was a little puzzled: "Why can't you take us away quietly like you appeared quietly, wouldn't it be better?"

Lincoln pointed at Ethan: "Your question is very good, and for this question, my answer is, because it is fun."

The atmosphere in the cave was a little silent for a while, only the crackling and beating of the flames kept ringing.

After a little weighing in his heart, Tony quickly followed his own mind and made a suitable choice: "Let's stimulate it a little bit. I have done everything for my armor. If it can't be used, then I didn't do it for nothing."

"Very good, your idea is commendable." Lincoln gave Tony a thumbs up, and then held the vibrating gold ore in one hand, and reworked all the armor parts that Tony built without hesitation.

Vibrating gold ore is not pure vibrating gold metal, it is the size of a fist, and the active ingredients in it are estimated to be less than a catty.

But these are enough. After all, the attacks to be resisted are only at the level of individual bazookas, and these amounts are enough to make them non-destructive.

Tony's blacksmithing skills are not good, and Ethan's arms are weak and weak, but after Lincoln joined, the entire armor forging has progressed by leaps and bounds.

Even within a few hours, a battle armor that looked much cooler than the Mark prototype appeared in the eyes of several people.

Ethan looked at the battle armor in front of him silently, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered to Tony: "Are you sure you are the smartest genius inventor?"

Tony was a little confused, but when he thought of the idea in his mind being created, he felt relieved again: "Okay, now let me put it on and go out to give those guys a good look."

"Wait, who told you that this thing is for you to wear."

Tony, who was stopped, looked confused: "Isn't this for me to wear? Who else can wear it except me? It can't move at all without a power source. My ark reactor is the best power source. "

Lincoln didn't answer him, but looked at Ethan: "Is the electromagnet connected to your previous battery still there?"

"Wait, what are you going to do?!" Tony's eyes widened, and he took a half step back full of bad premonitions: "I suggest you calm down!"

"Relax, it's just a matter of a moment, I'll move quickly, you won't be in pain." Lincoln held the battery electromagnet in one hand, and smiled brightly at Tony.

A few minutes later, Tony, holding the battery in his hand, watched silently as his own Ark reactor was pressed onto the cool armor, and then rushed out of the cave by Lincoln.

It wasn't until this time that he finally understood what Lincoln's exciting plan meant.

If you want to talk about excitement, it is indeed very exciting. The life-saving reactor was torn off and replaced with a battery electromagnet. This is the second most exciting thing after the Jericho missile exploded in front of him.

In addition, there are a series of wonderful experiences such as battle armor against terrorists, half-day forging sci-fi armor and so on.

Except for his poor experience as a rescued person, the whole plan is exciting everywhere.

Camp outside the cave.

"Boss, do you think that Tony Stark will be obedient?"

The boss laughed disdainfully: "We are the only ones who can give him water and food here. Unless he wants to die of thirst and starvation, he can only be obedient. Yankees can't find it here, unless some superhero Jump out of the comics, otherwise no one can save them!"

boom!
As soon as the boss finished speaking, a huge roar echoed from the direction of the cave.

"What the fuck!!!"

Looking at the explosion and flames surging from the camp, the boss was startled, and then turned his head and shouted at his subordinates: "What are you still doing in a daze? Move! Move quickly!"

The boss's urging made a group of terrorists move, or carry guns or cannons, and in just a short moment, they surrounded the entire cave entrance.

And at this time, they saw clearly the instigator of everything - a very cool armor that even abandoned a lot of aerodynamic principles.

"Did you fucking think you were making a sci-fi movie?" The boss looked at the flamboyant battle armor, and thought of Stark, a meat ticket worth hundreds of millions in the cave, his eyes were red: "Hit me!"

Da-da-da-

The trigger of the machine gun was pulled, the sound of the typewriter echoed across the battlefield, and the bullets slapped towards Lincoln like a dense rain, jingling on the mixed vibrating metal armor.

The sounds of clang clang clang clang together, and sparks shot continuously on the surface of the battle armor, and the bullets that could penetrate [-]mm steel plates were ejected as if they had hit an iron wall.

Looking at this scene, the eyes of the terrorist boss almost popped out: "What the hell is this? Bazooka! Put me on the bazooka!"

"Good boss!"

The subordinate happily agreed, and then moved out all the bazooka survivors under the stunned eyes of the boss: "Launch!"

Boom boom boom!
A series of roaring sounds exploded at the entrance of the cave, and the flames raged endlessly. Even if the scorching air waves could be felt at a distance of more than ten meters, this did not constitute the slightest obstacle to the battle armor at all.

Lincoln even looked at the screen with some regrets: "The low-quality Ark reactor is not equipped with an energy recovery function. Otherwise, it would be fun to use the energy they contributed to shoot them."

The flames and dust raised by the bazooka gradually subsided, and as the armor appeared intact, all the terrorists became terrified.

The strongest weapons they have are machine guns and bazookas, if that doesn't work hit the hammer!
The crowd was silent for a moment, and then the sound of the car engine exploded in the desert without even ordering from their boss. Without exception, they chose to run away with a tacit understanding.

"What a fucking coward!" Lincoln smacked his lips looking at the terrorist who had no fighting spirit, then laughed and activated the fire control system.

The armor bounced up, and micro-missiles transformed from Jericho missiles rushed out with whistling tail flames. At the same time, Lincoln drove the armor soaring into the sky, and the preset muzzles of his arms popped out, densely packed The bullets from the air enveloped the fleeing crowd below.

boom!Boom!

The muffled sound of flesh being pierced by bullets and exploding was heard, accompanied by the roar of missiles exploding.

Similar firepower, different defenses, the difference is that Lincoln's armor is unscathed, and there is no complete living person in the entire terrorist camp.

Taking off his battle armor and pulling down the reactor, Lincoln walked back to the cave and threw it in front of Tony: "Okay, all the people outside have been dealt with, and your furnace will be returned to you."

"If possible, I hope you can call it a miniature low-temperature cold fusion reactor. This is one of the greatest inventions in the world!"

"Oh." Lincoln nodded flatly, waved his hand and opened a portal for himself: "The rescue mission is complete, remember to give a five-star praise when you go back, bye."

"Wait, what is your thing?"

Looking at the portal in front of him, Tony's mentality changed slightly: "Can't you just take us away? Why wait?"

"The rescue mission is the cost of the rescue mission. If you want to use the portal, it's not just the rescue, but also the transportation."

"How much, I paid, I don't want to stay here for a moment."

"Emmm" Lincoln looked at the two of them for a moment and pointed to the stove on Tony's chest: "Do you mind taking what you call the greatest invention in human history?"

"no problem!"

Tony agreed without hesitation, and then drove the battle armor towards the portal, but was stopped again on the way: "Pay first."

Tony: ? ? ?
"Can't you take it easy? Wait until I walk through the portal?"

"Payment first, delivery later, no credit."

Looking at the serious Lincoln, Tony's face twitched twice: "All right, all right!"

A few minutes later, Tony's chest lamp, which was still warm, was in Lincoln's hands again.

The electromagnet on his chest was connected to the battery in Ethan's hand with wires. Like a diligent old cow, Tony dragged the armor of several hundred kilograms through the portal step by step, and returned to New York City, where he had been away for a long time.

The first experience of Iron Man is gone; the prototype of the Ark reactor is also gone.

The only good news is that Tony got a battle armor that Lincoln didn't want, but it's a pity that apart from being handsome, there are not many places in this thing that are aerodynamic.

The addition of vibrating gold elements also makes it impossible for him to recast it for a period of time in the future, and the function of this thing is likely to be an ornament.

(End of this chapter)