Chapter 142

"What is his superpower?"

Stark's question is particularly clear in the open warehouse.

Frey was not surprised by Stark's doubts.

After all, the little beard sitting in front of him is one of the smartest people in the world today.

Moreover, the levels and things stark came into contact with doomed him not to be fooled so easily.

"Superpowers", perhaps in the eyes of ordinary people, are only virtual ideas existing in various works of art.

However, in Stark's view, it is not too mysterious.

He consulted his father's previous research data, knew about the super soldier serum, and heard the story of the super hero captain of the United States from his father more than once.

It's just that he's never seen a real superpower

However, facing his doubts, Frey did not intend to give him an answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about, but if you have a chance, you can ask him yourself..."

A vague answer.

Looking deeply at Frey's elusive black face, stark whispered, "Oh... I will."

While Frey and stark are talking about Lyon, at the same time, thousands of kilometers away in Washington, Trident headquarters

"Sneeze!"

The sudden sneeze made Leon whisper, "who is speaking ill of me behind my back?"

"Leon, what are you talking about?" asked Simmons, who was coming to measure Leon's chest with a tape measure.

"Oh, nothing. Maybe the seasons change. My nose is a little itchy." smiled at Simmons. Lyon changed the topic and said, "I'm really sorry. I'm always bothering you..."

"It doesn't matter. Anyway, our recent research topic is also related to combat clothing. We can just use your data to speed up the research progress..."

While talking, Simmons, wearing a white coat, came to Lyon. He told Lyon, who was only wearing a close fitting long sleeve, "open your arms and I'll measure your chest."

"OK."

Before the words fell, Lyon obediently opened his arms and allowed Simmons to measure his chest with a tape measure.

Since we talked with Fitz and Simmons about the exclusive combat suit last week, the scientific duo has been very interested in it.

Today, Leon's scientific duo, who was forced to stay out of time, called me to the laboratory

After all, making exclusive combat clothes is not just looking for a piece of bulletproof cloth to make clothes.

After rigorous calculation and measurement, according to the user's chest circumference, shoulder width, waist circumference and other body data, to make the most fitting and comfortable combat clothing.

Just as Simmons looked at Lyon's unstoppable chest muscles and was fascinated, suddenly, a voice like a ghost sounded behind her:

"You know we have instruments to measure these girths without manual measurement?"

Simmons, who was slightly frightened, turned around and found that Fitz looked at himself quietly with a straight face.

Simmons, who was exposed, smiled awkwardly and quickly covered up: "my negligence!"

"It doesn't matter. I'll send you the data right away."

With that, she turned around, picked up the flat plate on the experimental table and began to operate.

Looking at some guilty Simmons and obviously jealous Fitz, Lyon couldn't help laughing in his heart: these two lovely guys

When he came to Lyon, Fitz immediately forgot what had happened and said with a little envy: "Lyon, you have a good figure..."

Not only do women like muscles, but men also pay great attention to muscles.

"Hey, Fitz, if you like, you can also shape your body through fitness, which will be very helpful to you." looking at Fitz, who is half his head short, Lyon suggested.

"Well..." Fitz glanced at Simmons not far away and said hesitantly, "forget it."

"If I do that, my research time will be reduced. Besides, I'm not your field agents. I have to use my body to deal with the enemy..."

After talking a lot, Fitz remembered Lyon's purpose here: "by the way, how does the material of clothes, polymer mixture, plus ten layers of treated mixed materials sound?"

Hearing this, Leon shrugged and spread out his hands: "it sounds very good!"

[invulnerable] skill is enough to make him resist bullet or explosion damage in battle.

The purpose of finding Fitz and Simmons to customize battle clothes is not to strengthen defense and protect themselves from all kinds of damage.

The purpose of this is more for beauty and style.

Therefore, it doesn't matter to Lyon whether the materials used in clothes provide the most advanced bulletproof protection or not.

The most important thing is to be handsome!

After the data were measured, Lyon was driven out of the laboratory by the scientific duo who couldn't wait to start working.

The next day, Leon got his own combat suit

A set of black clothes with a style similar to that of an s.h.i.e.l.d. agent.

Looking at Leon, Fitz and Simmons, who were wearing a black combat suit and a heroic look, their faces were full of the words "satisfaction".

"In addition to resisting the firing of 9mm bullets, this combat suit can also synchronously measure your heart rate, systolic blood pressure and toxin content in your body. In particular, there is a micro signal device at the cuff."

"As long as you start it, the communication channel of s.h.i.e.l.d. within 100 kilometers will receive your location!"

Looking at the mirror in the laboratory, Leon thought the shape was very desirable.

"Your craft is really great! I like it very much!"

"If only you like..."

Suddenly, Leon put his hand around the shoulder of the science duo and suggested to them with a smile: "I think we should celebrate tonight!"

At the same time

New York, hell kitchen.

Under the night, in the top floor of a tall and majestic building, a meeting was going on at the hand and meeting.

The five fingers of the hand and meeting, Mrs. Gao, Murakami, botu, sowanda and leader Alexandra, all sat around a pure white round table with a serious face.

Suddenly, Alexandra, sitting in the middle, asked aloud:

"It's been almost several months. Haven't you found his trace yet?"

Hearing the speech, Murakami, suowanda and the disciples all looked at Mrs. Gao with a tight frown.

"Not yet." staring at the eyes of the other four people, Mrs. Gao paused and continued: "we don't have much information about his origin and identity, only his appearance..."

"Expand the search to the whole of New York!"

With a bang, Alexandra slapped the table and whispered in a cold voice:

"There is only one end for those who dare to fight against us..."

"Die!"