S.H.I.E.L.D.. has been not only busy lately, but also very arrogant.
The three-day deadline left by Chen Mo has been regarded by Fury as a universally applicable get-out-of-jail-free card.
Any base that he puts on his danger list will be locked onto by satellite first, followed by the deployment of troops. If resistance is encountered, the troops will be killed on the spot; if blockade is encountered, the base will be blown up immediately.
As for the paperwork, you can complete it after the procedure is finished, or you can even skip it altogether.
The World Security Council sent more than a dozen protest documents, demanding that S.H.I.E.L.D.. cease its overreaching actions and explain the specific whereabouts of a large amount of strategic materials.
Fury only replied with one sentence.
" The Earth Cleanup Project is authorized by Chen Mo."
The representatives in the meeting room immediately fell silent.
Someone tried to press for more information, but was stopped by a colleague standing nearby.
They looked up at the screen.
Although the black and red smiley face on the sun's surface has disappeared, the related images are still stored on everyone's computer.
This is more effective than any authorization letter.
Fury shut down the communication and turned to look at the operation map behind him.
"Resistance at Base Five is fierce; use of heavy weapons is approved. All experimental equipment from Base Seven has been loaded onto the ship. Anyone who dares to obstruct it should complain to Chen Mo."
Hill flipped through the documents in his hand.
"Director, the other party has applied to the World Security Council for asset protection."
"Was the application approved?"
"No."
Fury picked up his coffee and took a sip without expression.
"Looks like they're not that stupid after all. If they dare to pass it, I'll kill them all."
Hill looked at him and suddenly noticed that Fury had been walking more upright lately than before.
Previously, S.H.I.E.L.D.. had to be mindful of the opinions of various high-ranking officials.
Now the situation has reversed.
Fury, using Chen Mo's name, went on a rampage, raiding the base, requisitioning satellites, transferring weapons, and even dismantling several military reactors and transporting them to the experimental base.
The World Security Council was furious but dared not speak out.
After all, Fury's only problem was his attitude.
But Chen Mo really intends to kill them all.
On the other side.
The newly built Pacific Ocean Experiment Base.
A fifty-meter-tall mecha frame stands in the center of the assembly area, with a large number of engineering machines operating around it. The Vibranium armor has not yet been installed, but the internal wiring, which utilizes various rare alloys and cutting-edge technologies, has already been laid in three layers.
Tony stood on the holographic platform and magnified the main control system.
"My design is simple: JARVIS is responsible for overall scheduling, and three thousand independent modules are responsible for execution. This ensures both speed and prevents the mainframe from going out of control."
Reed shook his head.
" Tony, what you're doing isn't independent computation; it's just cutting the same brain into three thousand parts."
Tony turned to look at him.
"That's still more reliable than making three thousand fingers think for themselves."
Reed raised his hand to bring up the structural diagram and marked the different parts of the mecha with different colors.
"Each module should have its own decision-making logic. The central system can only issue goals, not directly control actions."
Tony stared at the picture for a few seconds.
"We want to build a robot that can only walk after attending a meeting? When did you become so bureaucratic?"
Banner sat between the two and silently took off his glasses.
He had long known that three geniuses together wouldn't be peaceful.
But to his surprise, before he could even finish installing one leg of the mech, Tony and Reed were already preparing to rip out each other's heads to take a look.
"The computational logic can be tested later; let's determine the energy allocation first."
Banner pulled up reactor data in an attempt to change the subject.
Tony did indeed turn around.
"Forty percent for the chest, thirty percent for the propulsion system, and the rest for weapons."
"No."
Banner frowned and pointed to the mech's legs.
"For a 50-meter-tall organism to maintain balance, the musculoskeletal system accounts for at least 45%."
Tony spread his hands.
"It has propulsion systems, so it can fly even if it falls over."
Banner's finger froze in mid-air.
"Then why didn't you make it stand firmly from the start?"
"Instead of wasting energy on maintaining a firm foothold, we should install a couple more cannons; we can just install an anti-gravity device in the back anyway."
Banner took a deep breath, pulled a bottle of pills from his pocket, poured out two pills, and put them in his mouth.
Reed glanced at him.
"What's this?"
"Antihypertensive drugs."
Banner tightened the bottle cap and said seriously, "I need to make sure it's me, not Hulk, who's going to beat him up next."
Tony's smile froze for a moment.
" Bruce, we are having a normal academic discussion."
Banner poured out another pill.
"You just suggested eliminating the escape pods to make room for missiles."
Why did the driver choose to escape?
Tony pointed to the mech's frame.
"This thing is remotely controlled."
Banner paused.
He silently put the third pill back.
"Why didn't you say so earlier that there was no driver?"
"I thought you'd seen the fine print on the design drawings, right below Mr. Stark's signature."
Banner thought for a moment about the flamboyant signature that filled the entire page, then poured the medicine back into his palm.
Let's eat.
In the corner.
Thor pulled Loki to crouch behind a device, with a cross-dimensional communication light screen floating in front of them.
Odin sat on his throne, his one eye fixed on the distant mechanical skeleton.
"You're saying they're building weapons of war to fight off invaders from another world?"
"That's right, Father."
Thor lowered his voice and pointed to the three people arguing.
"They lack Asgard help, so far."
Loki hugged his knees, trying his best to avoid being captured on camera.
Odin still noticed him.
Why is Loki hiding there?
Loki froze, barely managing to lift his head.
"It's safer here."
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of test armor flew off the assembly table and landed next to him with a bang.
Loki shrank behind Thor.
Odin fell into deep thought.
That alien already knows Earth's coordinates, and this war could very well affect the Nine Realms. Since we can't stay out of it, we might as well join in now, bringing our technology and equipment.
At least I can secure a position as a core member.
Heimdall.
Odin raised the Gungnir in his hand.
"I will mobilize the army of the Asgard, and send an additional team of dwarven artisans to Earth."
Thor's eyes lit up.
"Father, are you going to help the Earth?"
Asgard has the responsibility to protect the Nine Realms.
Odin's expression turned serious. After a brief pause, he continued, "While you're at it, find a way to engrave the Asgard symbol on the chest of that mech."
Thor was stunned.
This doesn't sound like support.
It's more like they brought their own funding to the production team to advertise.
Soon, the light from the Bifrost pierced through the experimental base.
An army of Asgard and a large amount of Asgard equipment fell from the pillar of light, and dozens of dwarven craftsmen emerged carrying their tools.
Tony, seeing the materials that had appeared out of nowhere, immediately changed the energy plan.
Reed then pulled the dwarf craftsman aside and inquired about the spatial folding structure and the Bifrost technology.
Banner put away his blood pressure medication.
Then he saw Tony triple the caliber of the main gun.
The medicine bottle was taken out again.
Amidst the chaos, Earth technology, super materials, and Asgard technology were officially crammed into the same mech.
Earth's military and its alien father-in-law have completed their first technical integration.
Whether this 50-meter-tall object will eventually be able to walk is currently unknown.
But it certainly has enough cannons.
That's what Tony said.
"Bigger is better, more is better! I can't reason with you illiterate bunch!"