Custom Battle Armor

"Oh, damn it! You're actually swearing in my lab!" Tony checked Duncan's injuries and finally felt relieved; only his legs had been grazed by shrapnel, and all other vital areas were perfectly fine.

This injury served as a wake-up call for Duncan.

His world-advancing plan relied heavily on a single person: Duncan. If he couldn't find a way to create a stable interdimensional portal before Duncan died, he had better make sure to keep him well-protected!

If he wanted to protect Duncan through technology, a combat suit was undoubtedly a proven and effective choice.

After the doctors took Duncan away for treatment, Tony temporarily set aside his work to customize a suit of armor for Duncan, following the design specifications of the Mark 43.

Tony's eternal pain was his height; the armor he could wear, Duncan could not.

Duncan was wheeled into the operating room, where the shrapnel was removed from his legs before the wounds were stitched up. Since he didn't have much strength to run around in his current injured state, he decided to just lounge at Tony's place to recover and head back in a few days.

His body also contained a small amount of the T-virus. The trace amounts of the virus introduced by the healing serum would accelerate wound healing, and once he returned, he only needed to take a vaccine to avoid the fate of losing control and turning into a zombie.

With nothing better to do, Duncan limped back to Tony's lab, slumped onto the sofa, and went on a frantic rant at Tony, "Racism, drugs, rampant gun violence... any ordinary person can buy high-lethality firearms at a store and efficiently slaughter defenseless civilians! Maybe I'm not a normal person, but I find it hard to understand what there is to be proud of in a life where you face the threat of death at any moment. Ordinary people are being seriously deceived."

"Hey! I can't do any research with you here..."

Tony, still working on his experiment, found it hard to concentrate. He simply gave up on his work, took a bottle from the lab's liquor cabinet, and poured a drink for both himself and Duncan.

"Sigh..." Duncan also sighed, took the glass, and downed a large gulp.

Even after several months, he still couldn't adapt to living in a region where personal safety was so poorly guaranteed.

This injury was a reminder that he probably shouldn't be out in the open all the time. Once he returned, he would have to find a body double to handle his outings and business negotiations.

Thinking of a body double, Duncan looked at Tony, his eyes darting around as he said with a cheeky grin, "Tony, you're the smart one. Help me build a robot that can disguise itself as me. I'll leave the outdoor work to the robot from now on. We have so many collaborations; it's only right to protect your business partner, isn't it?"

Getting something for free made people happy!

It was a very reasonable request, and Tony agreed after a moment's thought, "I'll customize a suit of armor for you, too!"

"There's such a thing as a bonus!"

Hearing Tony say this, Duncan instantly perked up. He would have been satisfied with just a robot, but he hadn't expected to get a free suit of armor—something Tony treasured dearly!

He immediately proposed a lot of modifications, such as making the head angular, ensuring the Ark Reactor on the chest was encased in armor, and choosing a black paint job to emphasize a tough and domineering look.

Tony rolled his eyes repeatedly, criticizing Duncan's design references as worthless. The aerospace alloy materials he used were improved; unless hit by large-caliber armor-piercing rounds, the pilot would basically remain unharmed.

The sensors built into the armor could also predict bullet trajectories in advance, and the intelligent program would guide the pilot to dodge, making thick armor far less important.

However, Duncan still strongly insisted on thick armor. He didn't care if it wasn't very practical; he wouldn't be fighting often, and he mainly wanted to use the suit to look cool and for his collection.

Since it was a collectible, practicality wasn't the most important thing—looking cool was!

In the end, the armor's appearance was modified to look a bit like Colonel Rhodes's War Machine, which was quite flashy.

A satisfied Duncan was kicked out of the lab by Tony, so he went to the top floor of Stark Tower to play games on his computer. He would have to wait until the armor was finished before he could return to the Resident Evil world.

Before starting his game, he sent a message to Alice, who was still on a mission, letting her know that the Avengers mission was over and they could meet again at Stark Tower.

Resident Evil world.

The plane Duncan was riding in had been attacked and crashed, and the entire Raccoon City was in chaos. Police, fire, and medical vehicles were rushing toward the crash site outside the city.

They crossed Meimen Bridge and headed into the woods near the construction site to search.

The police were the first to arrive at the scene because, due to the party invitation, the Raccoon City Police Department took the matter very seriously.

Two squads were dispatched first, traveling in different helicopters, and the low-flying choppers caused quite a stir in the city.

Jill observed the outside from the helicopter alongside her Alpha Team companions. She was already wearing full tactical gear; her tan police uniform and tied-up hair made her look even more like a soldier than she had at the banquet.

Upon receiving the news that Duncan, the leader of the Umbrella Corporation, had been attacked, she recalled what Duncan had said to her on the balcony the previous night.

The Umbrella Corporation lacked elite personnel to protect itself!

Only a few hours had passed, and she had already received news of Duncan's attack. Jill was deeply moved, and every time she thought of the moment he invited her to join Umbrella, she felt a sense of guilt for not being there to help.

If Duncan hadn't spoken to her about it privately, she wouldn't have felt so strongly.

Even Peyton, who had some reservations about Duncan on the plane, remained silent, staring at the black smoke rising from the woods ahead while gripping his weapon.

Beep, beep, beep!

The helicopter suddenly emitted a shrill alarm. A rocket was launched from the woods, flying straight toward their chopper.

"Brace for impact!!!" The pilot saw the rocket approaching in terror. Adrenaline surged, sharpening his reflexes, and he reacted instantly, pushing the control stick down hard to dive the nose of the plane toward the woods below.

Because the flight distance was too short, the rocket didn't explode in time when it struck the wing; the warhead only detonated after flying another few meters.

By then, the power of the shrapnel from the explosion was greatly reduced, and it didn't cause much damage to the specially reinforced helicopter armor.

The pilot, having survived the ordeal, watched the approaching woods and shouted again, "Prepare for crash!!!"

The people on the plane quickly covered their heads and crouched, trying to minimize the damage from the crash.

The helicopter slammed into the spruce forest. The sparse branches provided some cushioning, and since the helicopter was already flying low, Jill only suffered minor injuries after the plane hit the ground.

"Shit!" Peyton couldn't help but curse. He hadn't adjusted his trajectory well, and the downward pressure during the crash had caused him intense pain.

"Is everyone okay?" Piers, the captain of Alpha Team, shouted to check on his team members, enduring the pain from the impact as he helped his teammates unbuckle their seatbelts.

Most of the six-man squad indicated they were fine. After catching their breath, they clicked off their weapon safeties and stepped out of the helicopter.