In the underground base, the Black Noir crystal, condensed from the dark energy of Dormammu, hangs quietly in mid-air.
Chu Hang Staring at it is like staring at an Tesseract that cannot be solved.
He wanted to try to understand the energy of Cosmic Overlord-level of Dormammu.
But he failed. Neither the Superpower Copier on his body nor the power of several laws it controlled could analyze this energy.
He tried pouring his own Cosmic Energy into it again to see if it would mix.
The result was like pouring a bucket of water into Sahara Desert. When the energy went in, there was no movement, not even a bubble. Instead, the crystal became darker and the texture became tighter.
"It's really difficult." Chu Hang cursed and took back his hand.
Just as I was thinking about it, the Fury special satellite phone in my pocket rang. The line was encrypted and could not be traced.
A very low-pixel Cyclops avatar popped up on the screen.
"Fury." Chu Hang answered the phone with a lazy voice.
"Chen," the voice on the other end of the phone was deep, with the roar of the engine in the background, "Help me."
"I'm retired. I'm enjoying life, don't disturb me."
"You said the same thing last time, but the next day you went to Harlem to wrestle with a big green guy." Fury was obviously too lazy to talk nonsense with him, "Stark something went wrong."
In a few words, he quickly explained the current situation of Tony·Stark. New York After the battle, people were stunned. They had insomnia all night and had constant nightmares. They locked themselves in the studio and made iron cases like crazy. The latest model has been ranked as Mark42.
"He's almost ruining himself, and Pepper·Potts is almost driven crazy by him." Fury's tone was heavy, revealing a suppressed anger, "A man who is out of control., The mentally unstable Iron Man is more difficult to deal with than ten Loki. He is your major shareholder, and he can barely be considered your friend. If you go and talk to him, it will be more useful than if I send ten psychiatrists there."
Chu Hang leaned on the back of the chair and said nothing.
Tony·Stark is an important chess piece in his future plan. He is also one of the few people he has known since coming to this era who is not so boring. This chess piece cannot be wasted like this.
"Okay." Chu Hang finally said, "Reward."
"Say." Fury said simply.
"Vibranium powder, fifty grams, purity above 99.9%. Ultra-pure californium-252, ten milligrams."
There was silence on the other end of the phone for more than ten seconds. When the voice of Fury rang again, it sounded like it had just been taken out of the freezer.
"You're robbing, Chen. Do you know what these things can do together? They can wipe half of New York off the map."
"I know. You don't have to give it." Chu Hang didn't care at all, "Then wait and see a billionaire with a mental breakdown, driving his dozens of armors, randomly selecting a lucky city in the sky, and setting off a grand fireworks."
"... Deal." Fury's voice sounded like it was squeezed out from between his teeth, "Send it to your designated location within three days. Get Stark and make him turn back into the annoying but at least normal bastard."
The phone hung up.
Chu Hang smiled and threw the phone aside. He stood up, the air around him twisted like water waves, and the figure disappeared instantly.
The next second, he appeared in the cliff mansion on California Malibu beach.
The studio looked like it had been ransacked by a tornado. Empty energy drink cans, half-eaten pizza boxes, various discarded parts and circuit boards were scattered all over the floor.
Tony·Stark was lying in front of the huge holographic console, his eyes were red, his hair was messy like a bird's nest, and his expression was both excited and depressed.
On the operating table is an extremely complex structural diagram of the human nervous and circulatory system, with dense biological data streams floating on it. A miniature model of Arc Reactor is being virtually implanted next to the heart in the diagram.
He is studying the prototype of Extremis Virus. He wants to combine Arc Reactor's technology with biotechnology, extract energy directly from the human body itself, and transform people into a bioenergy core.
"It seems you are seriously ill."
Chu Hang's voice sounded in the studio without warning.
Like a cat whose tail was stepped on, Tony suddenly jumped up from the chair. The mechanical arm next to it stretched out the weapon module with a "swish" sound and aimed at Chu Hang.
"Fuck! Can't you just fucking walk through the door?" Tony gasped, and when he saw it was Chu Hang, he breathed a sigh of relief and waved to the robotic arm.
"The door is too slow." Chu Hang pulled up a chair and sat down as if returning to his own home, pointing to the drawing on the operating table, "Want to change yourself into a suicide bomb? It's a good idea, very creative. But it's useless."
"You know nothing!" Tony waved his hand irritably and turned off the holographic projection, "I'm just preparing. Next time, when those alien bastards fall from the sky again, I will need stronger power."
Tony paused and said, "Next time, I don't want to see you rushing into the universe alone to take risks."
"What you lack is not strength, Tony." Chu Hang looked at him, and his words directly hit his lungs, "What you lack is a sense of security."
Tony was completely stunned.
"New York That battle opened your eyes. You saw gods, monsters, and endless alien armies. In that bizarre world, the iron shell you were proud of was as brittle as paper."
Chu Hang's voice was very calm, as if he was talking about family matters.
"You're scared. Because you discovered for the first time that you are no longer the predator at the top of the food chain. You're afraid that you can't protect Pepper, the world, or even yourself. So you go crazy and build these iron shells, thinking that quantity can kill quality. But you know better than anyone else that even if you make a hundred, the next Transcendence the enemy you imagined comes, and you still have to kneel down."
Tony's breathing became rapid and his face turned pale. He wanted to open his mouth to retort, to scold back with a mean joke, but found that not a single word could come out.
Because what Chu Hang said is absolutely correct.
"Then what should I do?" He slumped down on the chair as if all his bones had been taken away, with a tremor in his voice that he didn't even notice, "I'm just a human being."
"Me too." Chu Hang said lightly.
Tony raised his head suddenly, his eyes filled with disbelief.
"You have seen my abilities, Tony. I can tear apart space, resist nuclear bombs, and press gods to the ground and rub them." Chu Hang's eyes are deep, as if a starry sky is hidden, "But I am also afraid. Because I know that this universe is bigger and more dangerous than you and I imagined. There are stronger beings above me. What we see is always just the tip of the iceberg."
He stood up, walked to Tony, and patted his shoulder heavily with his palm.
"The true sense of security does not come from how many iron shells you have. It comes from knowing how capable you are. You are going astray now. Stop piling up quantity foolishly. It's time to focus on quality."
"Quality?" A glimmer of light finally flashed in Tony's eyes.
"Your armor is very strong, but the material is rubbish." Chu Hang commented unceremoniously, "There is a kind of metal that comes from extraterrestrials and has the most stable molecular structure in the known universe. A shell made of it is worthy of being called armor."
"What metal?" Tony's eyes lit up completely, and the instinct of a technical geek overcame his anxiety.
"Vibranium." Chu Hang spit out two words, "Ask your one-eyed friend, he knows where to find it. But let me remind you, the little stuff he has in hand is probably enough to make a pot lid for you."
Given a new technical target, Chu Hang felt that it was not enough. He thought about it and decided to add another insurance policy to the pair of hard-luck mandarin ducks.
Pepper was walking in with a cup of coffee. When he saw Chu Hang suddenly appeared, he was startled and almost dropped the cup in his hand.
"Don't be nervous, Miss Potts." Chu Hang smiled at her, "For Tony's hard work, I will give you a small gift as your final reward for the year."
After saying that, before the two of them could react, he raised his right hand and tapped his fingertips twice in the air.
A golden light the size of a grain of rice emerged from his fingertips, and then split into two, like two slow fireflies, flying into the chests of Tony and Pepper respectively, and disappeared in a flash.
Both of them subconsciously touched their chests, but felt nothing.
"What is this?" Tony immediately became alert, "JARVIS, scan me!"
"Sir, the scan results show that there are no foreign objects or abnormal energy fluctuations in your body." JARVIS's voice also sounded a little confused.
"A talisman." Chu Hang explained, "Magic. When you two are about to die, it will automatically pop up a space cover that can protect you for five seconds. Remember, it's just once, and it's gone after you use it."
Magic? Space cover?
Tony's brain was completely out of control. He knew quantum physics, he knew celestial energy, but this thing was completely beyond his knowledge system. He couldn't analyze it, couldn't understand it, and couldn't copy it. This feeling drove him crazy.
Just as he was about to ask what the principle of this unscientific thing was, Chu Hang's expression suddenly changed.
He turned his head slightly and frowned, as if he was listening to some distant voice.
A very distant, urgent, yet extremely familiar voice seemed to span an unknown number of light years, penetrate countless dimensions, and rang directly in his mind.
The voice carried the remnant power of thunder and unconcealable anxiety.
"Chu Hang, Asgard need your help!"