Tony stood in the center of the Iron Legion, arms outstretched.
One by one, the armored vehicles raised their heads, and the reactors on their chests lit up one by one, the sound of machinery echoing throughout the laboratory.
He was pleased with Steve's reaction.
This veteran from seventy years ago, having just woken up, was already throwing a tattered shield around at people, clearly unaware that times had changed.
Tony wouldn't mind helping him make up for this mistake.
"Did you see that clearly, veteran?"
Tony raised his chin, his tone full of arrogance, "Any one of these armored vehicles could destroy an armored unit in minutes."
"Automatic targeting, intelligent combat, all-weather flight—and by the way, I built them all."
The lab was silent for a few seconds.
Tony waited to see Steve's shocked expression.
Instead of being shocked, Steve gripped his shield tighter and coldly swept his gaze across the surrounding Iron Man Armor.
"The lights are too bright."
"What?"
"Chest, eyes, and hands."
Steve raised his shield and pointed to the nearest armored vehicle. "In the darkness of battle, this level of brightness is enough for a sniper several kilometers away."
Tony's smile froze.
Steve continued, "No cover, no formation, everyone's standing in open area, and their weapon systems are completely exposed."
"If this were your troops, the enemy wouldn't even need to search for targets. They would simply fire at the brightest spot."
Coulson nodded instinctively.
The veteran's judgment was indeed very professional.
But he quickly realized what was happening and immediately controlled his movements.
Now is not the time to nod.
Tony slowly lowered his arms, looking at Steve in disbelief.
He originally intended to intimidate this old fogey with his Iron Legion, but after reviewing it, the other party actually gave him a poor tactical evaluation.
Do you know what they are?
"A glowing metal soldier."
Steve said calmly, "It looks expensive, but it's not suitable for stealth."
Tony took a deep breath.
"They can fly."
Airplanes can fly too.
"They can stop heavy machine guns."
"Tanks can too."
"They can destroy tanks independently."
Steve glanced at the shield in his hand.
"I've destroyed them before."
"..."
Tony inexplicably found this guy annoying.
Despite being a 70-year-old relic dressed in a bodysuit, wielding an old-fashioned shield, and dug out of the ice, he dared to look down on his Iron Legion in his laboratory.
What's even more outrageous is that this guy was very serious when he spoke.
Those armors worth hundreds of millions of dollars seemed to him like nothing more than a bunch of glowing targets.
" JARVIS, activate Armor Three."
"Sir, I do not believe the current situation is suitable for weapons testing."
"I'm just showing modern technology to older people."
As Tony finished speaking, a suit of red and silver armor took two steps forward.
Click.
The mask snapped shut instantly.
The armored figure raised its right hand, and the palm cannon glowed with a blue-white light, aiming directly at Steve's chest.
Steve's eyes turned cold.
He did not retreat, but lowered his body slightly, holding his shield in front of him.
This is a standard fighting stance.
"You intend to use it to attack me?"
"No, I intend to make you understand that battlefield experience also has an expiration date, and you're already outdated."
Tony raised a finger. "Don't worry, I'll keep the power at a level that won't require refreezing you."
That's enough.
Fury's somber voice suddenly rang out.
He stepped forward, standing between the two, his one eye first looking at Tony, then glancing at Steve.
"One just woke up from the ice, the other's mental age hasn't even graduated from puberty. You're planning to fight here, and then make me write an accident report?"
Tony frowned.
"This is my building; it's none of your business to write the accident report."
"Then prepare the repair bill."
Fury turned to Steve, "Captain, put down your shield. This isn't a battlefield, and nobody's going to fire on you."
Steve didn't move.
His weapon is charging.
Fury looked at Tony.
Tony pursed his lips and snapped his the Snap.
The light in the Iron Man Armor's palm quickly faded, and then it returned to its original position.
Are you satisfied?
"No."
Fury said coldly, "But at least we don't need the medical team to prepare two beds at the same time."
Tony's face darkened.
Do you think he can hurt me?
"I'm just worried about scratching the captain's shield."
Coulson couldn't help but chime in.
This remark eased the tense atmosphere and brought the laboratory back to silence.
Tony slowly turned his head to look at him.
Coulson pursed his lips, pretending he hadn't said anything.
Fury didn't waste any more time.
Steve has woken up and must be taken to S.H.I.E.L.D..'s medical facility as soon as possible for a physical examination and identity assessment.
As for Chen Mo...
Fury just wanted to complete the deal as quickly as possible and get rid of this uncontrollable factor.
He raised his hand and pressed the communicator to his ear.
"Bring the things in."
A few seconds later, the laboratory elevator doors slowly opened.
Two fully armed Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. came out.
One of them was carrying a silver metal box, while the other kept his hands on his waist, nervously observing Chen Mo.
The box wasn't very big.
In order to get it here, S.H.I.E.L.D.. temporarily blocked three streets near Stark Tower and deployed two rapid response teams.
Fury reached out his hand.
" The Tesseract has been delivered. As agreed, Captain America will return to S.H.I.E.L.D.."
Upon hearing the words "Tesseract," Steve's body stiffened abruptly.
He slowly turned his head and looked at the silver briefcase.
The chaos of just waking up, the bewilderment brought about by the changing times, and the impact of Tony's glowing armor were all left behind in this moment.
Tesseract.
He couldn't have misheard.
The Red Skull used the Tesseract to create weapons, and Hydra almost used those weapons to destroy half the world.
To prevent bombers from reaching the city, he piloted the Valkyrie into the Arctic Ocean.
But now.
These unidentified people actually put the Tesseract in a box and traded it right in front of him.
"Open the box."
Steve's voice turned cold.
Fury looked at him. "Captain, I'll explain this to you later."
Explain now.
"This is S.H.I.E.L.D..'s top secret."
Steve walked past Fury and straight to the two agents. "I've seen that thing, and I know what the consequences can be."
The two agents immediately retreated.
"Stop."
Fury said in a deep voice, " Steve, this isn't 1945. You don't have permission to access it right now."
Steve paused.
He turned to look at Fury.
"I once piloted a plane loaded with bombs into the icy sea to bury it. Now you're telling me I don't have the authority?"
Fury fell silent.
Chen Mo ignored their argument.
He raised his hand, and the silver briefcase automatically detached from the agent's palm and flew to his front.
The lock made two soft clicks and then opened by itself.
Blue light shone through the gaps.
A transparent blue Cosmic Cube lay quietly in the center of the box, its interior seemingly filled with countless energies flowing slowly.
Steve's pupils suddenly contracted.
It really is Tesseract.
Seventy years later, this weapon was not only not destroyed, but it fell into the hands of another organization.
They are now preparing to hand it over to a dangerous person of unknown identity.
"Put it down."
Steve gripped his shield tightly and strode toward Chen Mo.
Chen Mo looked down at the Tesseract and casually remarked, "Are all old people this irritable after just waking up?"
I said, put it down.
"Old soldier, this is mine now."
It belongs to no one!
Steve suddenly accelerated and reached for the silver briefcase.
But just as his fingers were about to touch the box, his body suddenly stopped in place.
An invisible force bound his limbs.
Steve struggled violently, the muscles in his arms bulging rapidly as the power from the Super Soldier Serum erupted in full force.
But it had no effect.
He was frozen in mid-air, unable to move even his fingers.
"Let me go!"
Chen Mo didn't even look up.
He reached out and picked up the Tesseract, feeling the immense energy within, and finally a hint of interest appeared on his face.
As for Steve, he couldn't be bothered to pay him any attention.
Captain America's physical abilities are indeed far beyond those of ordinary people, but that's all he is—far beyond ordinary people.
They couldn't be completely ignored even by conventional heavy firepower, and their combat power was even less than that of the Tank Class cyborgs he had casually killed before.
This guy rushed up and tried to steal my things...
Chen Mo could only say that courage is not the same as combat power.