In the end, Tony still didn't dismantle Belcher. The robot had used materials from the lab to build a new suit of Iron Armor with astonishing skill.
Tony could confirm one thing: Belcher assembled things much faster than he did. The robot's ten fingers could transform into all kinds of repair and assembly tools, making him far more efficient than Tony working by hand.
One finger tightened screws while another welded. Every movement was precise down to the nanometer. Just watching him work was a feast for the eyes.
But once the new Iron Armor was assembled, Tony still stubbornly said, "Isn't this exactly like my original design? What was the point of copying the blueprints?"
"Is your patience as premature as your stamina? Don't you know you have to build the stage before the show? Now, it's time to witness a miracle."
Belcher's face was an Iron Armor mask, so it showed no expression, but his words alone were enough to infuriate Tony.
Still, Belcher wasn't all talk. He grabbed the Iron Armor's arm and removed the circular Repulsor Blast device in its palm.
"You tried to incorporate Pulse Energy Blast technology into your Repulsor Blast, but couldn't stabilize the energy output. Every time you fired, it blew apart." Belcher fired the Repulsor Blast at an empty patch of ground, and the device immediately shattered.
"You have a solution?" Tony had calmed down by now. When it came to technical matters, he was no longer the hot-tempered playboy, but a competent scientist.
"Of course. You only failed because you got stuck in a rut." Belcher didn't explain further. He walked over to the workbench and began assembling a new Repulsor Blast.
This time, the Repulsor Blast performed flawlessly, punching a huge hole straight through the test target.
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