An entire desert still lay there in silence.
Peter had a point.
Finding a needle in the ocean was one thing. At worst, they could cover the seabed with magnets. But what if the needle had never fallen into the ocean?
Chen Mo stared for a while, then decided to try a different approach and see whether the Stark suit had any functions suited to ground searches.
Search.
Ground.
Environment without tall buildings.
No, not this. Why were there so many protocols? What had Tony installed in the Armor? Baby Wheel Assist Protocol? What was that? Who was the baby? What were baby wheels? Tony Stark, what exactly were you trying to say?
After quickly going through the Armor's functions with his suit's AI,
a protocol Chen Mo had never opened before popped up.
[High-speed mobility mode for hard surfaces.]
Chen Mo casually pressed confirm.
Click.
The soles split open.
Two rows of metal wheels popped out underneath.
Chen Mo looked down.
Peter looked down.
Batman, who was sorting through satellite images, also turned to glance at his feet.
The room fell silent for a few seconds.
"Is this..."
Chen Mo tried taking a step forward.
His feet slipped, and he shot from the table to the doorway. He caught the doorframe just in time to keep himself from crashing headfirst outside.
Roller skates.
This fucking suit had roller skates!
Standing by the door, Chen Mo's brain automatically began replaying everything he had done since waking up.
Everything he had done traveling back and forth through this godforsaken place with no skyscrapers and nothing but sand!
Not daring to speak loudly or relax, afraid of his back rubbing against the ground, constantly clinging to the undersides of vehicles,
running for his life along the highway, nearly using all eight legs