Tony had some nerve. He directly tore a wire out of his armor, dug a circuit board from one of the machines covered in writhing flesh, modified it a few times with a laser welder, and connected himself to the entire system.
Although this place looked like a Terran base from StarCraft that had been infested by the Zerg, it did not seem contagious. Tony was still basking in the sweetness of chocolate and felt no discomfort.
"Mm, just as I expected. Some alien technology. I can't understand the encoding, but it's nothing advanced." Iron Man lowered his faceplate and searched through the data with Jarvis's help. "The algorithms are a little cumbersome, and the encryption is decent, but by decent, I mean middle-school computer competition level."
Once the subject turned to technology, he started showing off again. In short, nothing impressed him.
"Skip the useless talk. Did you find the communications program?"
Su Ming pulled out a cigarette, jumped onto a nearby machine, and sat down to smoke.
"The magic in this space is full of static—meaningless laughter and roars, chaotic noises like gongs and drums. All that racket makes normal communication impossible. Lord Mar-Vell's subordinates must use technology to communicate with each other."
"I can't hear a thing, but you were probably right." Tony flicked aside a tentacle next to the console screen and began cracking the program. "The communications method uses quantum technology, which happens to be my specialty. Let's see... There's also a message sent not long ago. Mm, Adam sent it to the Vindicators. Fortunately, he's an alien and speaks English, so I can read it."
He did not need to translate the contents of the message; Su Ming could understand it himself.
Basically, Adam Warlock was asking the Counter-Attackers about something. After opening a