The second is the flying glider. If the glider is equipped with artificial intelligence, let Sassy try to invade; otherwise, you can also use the metal manipulation ability to deal with it.
As for the possible surge in physical strength of the opponent... the sharp claws on the suit are enough to break through the defense.
Just as he was concentrating on perfecting the details, the phone on the table suddenly vibrated.
Peter picked up the phone and found an encrypted text message from Tony:
[Sorry for the delay, I forgot where I put my things. Also, Riri says hello to you.
Ulysses·Klaue--Specific location: Johannesburg, abandoned ship-breaking yard.
Contact number: (504)-332-4392]
Peter raised the corners of his mouth slightly, quickly replied with a thank you letter, and then turned off the screen.
He needs to get to South Africa as soon as possible. Unfortunately... he still has a damn class tomorrow! Being a high school superhero is really tough.
At noon the next day, the school cafeteria.
The morning class was boring. Peter took a plate and found a corner to sit down. Just as he was about to eat, he saw Tandy walking in.
Unexpectedly, Tandy wore a bright cheerleading uniform today and was surrounded by a group of young and beautiful cheerleaders. They walked to the dining table on the other side jokingly, with a cheerful smile on Tandy's face, completely no longer as cramped as before.
Peter was a little surprised, but I was also happy for her. She finally had her own circle.
Not long after, Mary·Jian also entered the cafeteria. Peter was about to wave to her, but saw MJ turn directly and walked to the table in the distance where Mark and his band members were, and soon they started chatting warmly.
Next came Liz and Flash. Peter originally thought they would sit over, but Harry suddenly put his arm around Flash's shoulders from behind and pulled them to another table with a haha. The three of them sat together, talking and laughing loudly.
In just a few minutes... the seats around Peter were empty.
He became a loner again.
This feeling is not unfamiliar, but he thought he was used to it. The feeling of loneliness when you are in a bustling crowd, but no one seems to care about your existence, like a poisonous snake biting your heart. When Felicia was still around, he never felt lonely; but when she left, the social circle she left behind slowly dispersed over time.
Life seems to have returned to its original track - loneliness, depression, and mediocrity.
Peter squeezed the fork in his hand.
He's had enough, really had enough.
Peter stood up abruptly and left the cafeteria without looking back. He didn't care about the upcoming classes at all. Let these guys do whatever they want! He just built an inter-dimensional portal with his own hands last week, why should he endure the youthful troubles of high school students here?!
He quickly walked out of the school gate, got into the car, and looked at the coordinates sent by Tony again. It took about sixteen hours to fly from New York to Johannesburg.
Plenty of time.
Peter called Aunt May and Uncle Ben and lied that Baxter Foundation had arranged for him to attend a particle physics seminar at Switzerland and would need to be away for a few days. He then contacted Susan and asked her to cover him at school.
He got four days of vacation, enough for him to make a round trip South Africa.
"Doc, set navigation, go to Johannesburg." Peter rolled down the seat back and stretched.
This will be a long journey.
Sixteen hours later.
Peter put down the Scanning Adapter (SA) in his hand, which already contained all the design blueprints for the new suit - a set of Vibranium Suit. He also completed several accessories of "Green Goblin Hunter".
"We are about to reach our destination, Peter." Doc's reminder came on the dashboard.
"Received, switch to manual driving."
Peter straightened the seat, held the steering wheel, and controlled the speeding car to swoop down from the clouds. On the distant land below, a huge shipbreaking yard filled with old ships and oil tanks was clearly visible.
He landed in the wilderness a few miles away, put on his backpack and put on a black battle suit. Then he opened the trunk and took out the bag with endless expansion space.
It was late at night. Peter turned on the stealth mode and cut off the power supply of the suit. All the lights on the suit were extinguished, and the whole body was pitch black, blending into the night.
Sneaking into the shipbreaking yard is easier than imagined. The real problem is which broken ship Ulysses·Klaue hid the goods in.
Peter stood at a high place and observed carefully, and soon discovered that the shell of one of the medium-sized freighters was obviously much cleaner than other rusty scrap metal, and there were even traces of frequent stepping on the entrance to the deck.
That's it.
Peter is sliding against the hull of the ship like a ghost. There are several armed patrols on the deck, but their attention is distracted.
He climbed up quietly along the side of the ship and quietly reached under the first guard.
Peter stretched out his hand suddenly and grabbed the guard's ankle.
"Who-"
Before the other party could cry out, Peter pulled hard, pulling him down and slamming him into the hull of the ship. Then a ball of Silk accurately sealed his mouth and eyes, sticking him firmly to the hull.
"Sassy, turn on the thermal imaging perspective." Peter whispered.
The visual interface of the suit switched instantly. The red lines inside the entire freighter were clearly visible - there were twenty patrol guards on the deck, and dozens of heat sources deep in the cabin were still, apparently sleeping.
Peter stretched his neck, it was time to work.
Half an hour later.
Peter didn't make any noise, so he used Silk to hang all twenty guards on the deck in mid-air. During this period, a guy accidentally made some noise, and Peter followed suit and used him to attract five other people, and they were all cleaned up in one wave.
Following the ventilation duct, Peter quietly sneaked into the depths of the cabin.
With the help of thermal imaging, he easily found the basement hidden behind a false wall. That was the vault where Ulysses hid Vibranium.
If he directly dismantles the false wall violently, it will definitely disturb everyone sleeping in the cabin. He needs some means to attack the east and the west.
Peter ducked to the other side of the cabin, found a thick main steam pipe, and glued three balls of high-explosive foam to key support points.
He quickly turned back to the false wall.
"Sassy, crack the access control."
"Cracking... Completed."
The friction sound of the mechanical structure of the wall was particularly clear in the quiet cabin, and the commotion of the guards being awakened was immediately heard around them.
Peter decisively pressed the detonation button of the high-explosive foam.
Boom! Boom!
The ear-piercing explosion sound accompanied by billowing thick smoke instantly swept across the entire cabin, and white high-pressure steam spurted out crazily, completely blocking all sight.