19: Mark 1...

The Middle East.

Inside the cave. 

Tony carefully injected energy into the newly researched reactor.

Under Yinsen's gaze, the circular reactor slowly bloomed with a soft blue light. 

This amazing technique made him stunned. 

He suddenly realized that the man in front of him was called a genius, which was a bit demeaning to him. 

In such a desperate situation, it is possible to create such a thing. 

"This doesn't look like a Jericho missile?"

"It's a miniature arc reactor," Tony explained. 

"There's a big one in my hometown that powers my factory."

"With this, the debris can be stopped from entering my heart."

Yinsen understood instantly. 

All previous lithium batteries could do was delay the time the debris entered the heart. 

If this reactor wants to stop it, it must exceed the power output of lithium batteries more than ten times. 

"How much power does it generate?"

Yinsen asked curiously.

Tony proudly said: "If I'm not wrong, it should be 3 billion joules per second." 

Yinsen looked stunned. 

Is this something that humans can do?

"That's enough for you to live 50 times..." 

Tony nodded, except that he didn't just build this little reactor to stop the shrapnel. 

"That's right, or 15 minutes for a big guy..."

"Big guy?"

Yinsen was a little confused. 

Then he saw Tony take out several design drawings. 

These designs, Yinsen knew, were all drawn by Tony while he was working on the reactor. 

It looks like a weapon, but also like some kind of special armor.

"We're going to get out with this." 

"What is this?"

Yinsen couldn't understand.

"Pile them up and see..." 

Tony put the design codes together, and after passing through the lights, the independent parts of each image overlapped. 

Yinsen was instantly stunned. 

This...

This is a set of...

Humanoid armor!

"So amazing..."

Yinsen can only sigh like this. 

Tony patted him on the shoulder. "If it wasn't for your reminder, I wouldn't remember what I saw that night." 

"As long as we build this thing, we can kill it from here!" 

Yinsen nodded: "Does this big guy have a name?"

Tony thought about it and said, "Mark 1..." 

"Mark 1..."

Yinsen murmured the name, marveling at Tony's brain. 

As for what was discovered, Yinsen wasn't worried. 

The Ten Rings are a bunch of illiterate people who don't know the three characters, so long as the cover-up work is done well. 

The group would have thought the two of them were building Jericho missiles. 

"OK, let's get started, so as not to have too many dreams at night." 

"Next, help me put this on first, I don't want to walk around with this guy anymore." 

Tony raised the small reactor in his hand and glanced at the lithium battery again.

...

On the police car. 

Gwen sat in the co-pilot seat and kept looking at his hands back and forth. 

The scene at the door of the room in the morning still made her feel incredible. 

But Gwen didn't say it. 

She vaguely felt that it had something to do with her being bitten last night. 

Her body seems to be changing in some way. 

This made her a little uneasy.

George, who was driving next to her, couldn't stand it anymore and said, "If you want to paint your nails, I won't object." 

"As long as it's not so bright."

Gwen directly ignored George's complaints and asked, "Dad, did you find the wound on my hand yesterday." 

"Wound? What, are you injured?"

George frowned and glanced at Gwen's hands. 

There is no problem.

If he hadn't been driving now, he would have grabbed Gwen's hand and had a good look. 

However, Gwen said uncertainly: "I remember being bitten by a bug..."

Insect? 

George was stunned for a moment, and immediately remembered that Gwen was frightened by the bug last night, and said comfortably, "I think you must have had a nightmare, child." 

"Okay, your school is here. Get out of the car first, I have to rush to Stark Industries to maintain law and order." 

Watching Gwen get out of the car, George added, "If you're really scared, I'll buy you a bottle of insecticide when I go home at night." 

"No need, Dad."

"I'm not afraid of bugs." 

After that, Gwen turned his head and left. 

On the campus, Gwen carefully recalled what happened last night, and she was a little lost in her thoughts. 

So much so that Peter walked to the side only to find out.

Behind them,

Several school gangsters found that Peter, who was only bullied by them on weekdays, at the moment actually walked with the school flower goddess. 

Immediately, they wanted to play Peter.

"Look at me!" 

One of them compares the basketball in his hand, and one throws the ball with all his strength. 

Aimed at Peter's back.

When the ball hits, they believe that Peter will go down and lose face in front of Gwen. 

The moment the ball was released, they could already sense Peter's ugliness. 

But the next moment, something unexpected happened.

It would have hit Peter's basketball. 

At this time, it actually hovered in the air. 

Made a muffled sound.

The movement behind him caused Peter to look back and see Gwen's hand blocking a basketball coming from behind for him. 

"What are you doing?"

Gwen grabbed the basketball and looked back at the three scoundrels behind him. 

The thug in the middle who threw the ball just now can only say indifferently for the sake of face: "It's nothing, the ball accidentally ran out on its own."

"Really? Then come and get it yourself." 

Gwen stretched the ball out. 

Peter beside him reminded: "Forget it, Gwen."

Gwen said: "Definitely, didn't I let him come and take the ball himself." 

The punk thought Gwen was afraid of him too, and smiled as he walked towards Gwen to catch the ball. 

Gwen instantly made a smashing ball.

The little gangster was frightened and protected his head. 

But nothing happened. 

This also caused a burst of laughter from the students watching around, and then pointed at the gangster.

"Give me back!"

The little bastard shouted angrily. 

"Ok, take it yourself." 

"Don't worry, I won't scare you anymore." 

Gwen reminded with a smile.

The little bastard hugged the ball as fast as he could, ready to take it away. 

But he found that he tried his best, but couldn't move half of the basketball in Gwen's hand. 

Even Gwen himself was dumbfounded. 

What do you know...

Nothing...

But the basketball seemed to stick to her hands. 

The little bastard felt like he was being completely played by a girl in Gwen. 

Lost face in front of so many people. 

Ridiculed by so many.

Immediately, blood was on the head, and he slapped Gwen and threw it down. 

Peter behind Gwen immediately reminded anxiously, "Be careful..."

To be continued...