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After the armor was opened, Pepper stepped out.

Seeing this scene, Shi Xiaolei suddenly noticed that the steel armor that landed in the courtyard did not seem to be the one that left before.

The body is a little smaller, and the body is a little slender. The most important thing is that the color of this armor is not Stark's favorite gold and red, but a dark blue that is almost black as the background color, with a little the silvery white...

Suddenly, recalling the "Avengers 4" that he had watched before the time-travel, and the steel Pepper who appeared in the final scene, Shi Xiaolei had a clear understanding in his heart.

This thing is obviously tailor-made for Pepper by Stark... If I guessed correctly, it should be made by Stark before going to Asgard this time.

After asking, the answer was exactly what Shi Xiaolei had guessed.

"So, are you worried that you won't be able to come back, and that Pepper, who is staying here, has suddenly encountered an emergency?" Sitting under the shade of a tree, Shi Xiaolei held a piece of cold and sweet watermelon in his hand and smiled at his friend. He joked: "I didn't expect that Mr. Tony would be so careful. It seems that you have already thought about it and decided to spend the rest of your life with Pepper."

It's not that Pepper is regarded as his other half. With Stark's urine, it is absolutely impossible to equip her with a steel armor.

As a friend, Shi Xiaolei has a deep understanding of Stark.

"It's just by the way." The dead duck was stubborn, and he was talking about Stark.

"Huh? By the way? Are you sure?"

"Of course." Subconsciously glanced at Pepper who was playing puzzles with Conna from a dozen meters away, and Stark pretended to be casual: "I didn't say it before, because I bought the hull from Ermao's house. Did you talk to the military for a while? The process and reasons are not explained in detail. In short, I picked one out of the old models and changed it to a size suitable for Rhodes..."

"It seems that someone mentioned my name." Said Cao Cao, Cao Cao arrived, before he finished speaking, Rhodes came out from behind the two with a few cans of cold beer.

Seeing that Shi Xiaolei still had watermelon in his hand, Rhodes only threw a can to Stark. Then, while sitting on the vacant beach chair, he snapped the tab at will: "Guys, what are you talking about, take me with you."

"It's nothing, just chat." Shi Xiaolei smiled: "I just heard him say that I also got you an armor. How about it, isn't it cool to fly freely in the sky wearing steel armor?"

"It's alright." After taking two sips of beer, Rhode nodded proudly: "It's quite refreshing, but the weapons on board are a little less, and the feeling of firing is not as pleasant as when driving a fighter jet."

"It's good to wear something." An angry glance at Rhodes, Stark choked his mouth: "Weapons or something, don't expect me to shoot. You know, I've quit that stuff. "

"I know I know." Rhode raised his hand in a gesture of surrender: "I didn't say anything, don't be so sensitive, OK?"

"Then you complained about too few weapons just now?"

"I just said that there are fewer weapons, and I didn't say that you should do it for me." Rhode looked helpless: "In fact, I went to your company today for this matter."

"Ok?"

"The above gave me some budget and asked me to equip the armor with weapons." Spreading his hands and shrugging, Rhode explained seriously: "No matter what is installed, it must be controlled through the armor... The control program in the armor is made by you, but you don't have open source code, so we can't adjust it at will. Although the budget is quite large, there is always an upper limit. If I pick out those weapons and design them with you The control program can't match, isn't that money for nothing? No way, I can only make a few more trips and discuss with Jarvis a few more times."

"You're quite clever." Stark laughed.

"I'm wearing the armor, and I'm the one doing the mission." Rhode said with a wry smile: "If there is a problem with the weapon, I will be the first to be unlucky. Please, I don't want to lose my life because of the equipment failure. ."

"How can there be such a problem with the armor I designed." First he smiled proudly, and then Stark changed to a slightly disdainful expression: "Even if there is a problem, it must be because of your choice. On those weapons. By the way, who did you order the weapons from? Lockheed? Or BAE?"

"NO, it's Hammer Industries."

"Justin Hammer's company?" Stark raised his eyebrows: "Dude, I suggest you change one."

"I know you don't like him..."

"It has nothing to do with that." A wave of his hand interrupted Rhode's words, and Stark shook his head disdainfully: "Aside from my opinion of him, from an objective point of view, Justin Hammer is just a poor imitator. That's it. Do you know what it means to be clumsy? You can only imitate some furs, and the quality of the inside is not guaranteed... Hehe, you dare to use the weapons he made, man, I can only say that you are really a warrior. "

"Not really. In fact, I just went to him the day before yesterday and tried the samples he prepared." Without directly accepting Stark's opinion, Rhodes differentiated for Justin Hammer with some doubts: "Although It is true that some parts are not so suitable~www.readwn.com~ but the problem is only in the specifications, in terms of quality, I feel quite good."

What is the specification? To put it bluntly, it means that the firepower is not up to the standard, or the weight and size are too heavy and too large to be carried on the armor. For example, the main gun of a battleship cannot be equipped on a destroyer, which is called improper specification.

"Anyway, I've said what I should have said, you can do it yourself." Shrugging, Stark lifted the finished can, aimed at the foam box a few meters away, and threw it out gently: "Of course. , if it is because of the request of the superior, then you should treat me as not saying it."

With a light clang, the can was tilted more than a meter and fell to the ground.

"Tsk~." Shaking his head, Stark sighed and stood up against the armrest of the recliner.

"Okay, you guessed it right." Rhode also raised the can in his hand and glanced at the foam box: "Perhaps that guy had already ordered it, and when he sent me a message, he deliberately mentioned more. After several times, let me choose him first. I'm just an ordinary colonel, the general has spoken, I can only listen... Yes! Man, look at my vote!"

"What are you looking at?" While picking up his cans and throwing them into the foam box, Stark took out the one that Rhode had just thrown in, and threw it on the ground: "You didn't throw it in, did you?"

"...Hey, is there someone like you?"

"I didn't do anything." Then he threw the wet wipes that he had just wiped his hands into the foam box, and Stark smirked: "I don't have my fingerprints on the jar. If you don't agree, you can find someone to identify it. what."

"...I said, no wonder you didn't throw in the tissue just now." Looking at Stark with a wicked smile, Rhode's black face was full of speechlessness.