Why am I hiding in the iron sheet?

Tony wondered at the time, was it like you who didn't hide in the armor, and went out to chop people with bare arms? No matter how bad I am, I'm still a pot of meat. Do you still want me to turn into a pot of meat?

"Hmph..." Evanson smiled for a few seconds without saying a word, but continued to look at the armor in front of him, stretched out a finger and sucked it twice, and turned around and said, "Good armor, Tony, hard protective materials, superior auxiliary systems, and powerful firepower output."

"This is a completely cross-age weapon." Evanson finally concluded, but "Iron Man's technological level can be said to be at the forefront of this era, or even completely surpassing this era."

"Of course, this is what I designed it." Tony has many shortcomings, and conceit is definitely one of them, but this is also part of his personal charm. After all, his conceit is not bragging, but supported by reality.

"But..." Evanson suddenly had a turning point. "Iron Man is also flawed. Iron Man has one of the most fragile weaknesses. Do you know what it is, Tony?"

This involved academic majors. Tony thought a lot in an instant, such as design issues, excessive energy consumption, etc., but when he saw Evanson staring at him, he immediately understood and said in disbelief, "Are you talking about me? Are you kidding?"

Evanson shook his head, "Your ordinary person's body is so fragile. It's a drag on this armor that prevents him from fully liberating his potential?"

"Nonsense." Tony turned his face aside. He always thought that he was one with the steel armor, so he would not believe that he was dragging down the nonsense of armor.

"How fast can this set of armor fly?" Evanson did not forcefully refute, but just asked lightly.

"The design speed is nine times the speed of sound." Tony replied with his arms in his arms.

"Can it achieve this speed in reality?" Evanson asked again.

"Well... In reality, I usually only fly about eight times the speed of sound." Tony hesitated for a moment and then said it. This is already amazing. The fastest plane in the world is only at this speed.

"Then why can't we reach the design speed?" Evanson smiled, pointing his armour on the other side, "Is it because of the problem on the armor?" and then pointed at Tony. "Or it because of your problem?"

Tony's eyes stagnated. Is it a problem for armor to not reach the designed flight speed? Others don't know that he himself knows that the flight engine of the armor can reach nine times the speed of sound, and the materials used to make the armor can also withstand this speed. The reason why he cannot achieve this speed is because he himself can't stand it.

In addition to some anxiety, Tony is still healthy, but he is still much worse than the carefully selected supersonic aircraft pilots in the Air Force. His ability to fly at eight times the speed of sound in his armor was entirely a blessing for the protective devices he designed himself. As for the protective devices that can allow his body to withstand nine times the speed of sound, I'm sorry, it has not been developed yet. However, he can say very responsibly that by the time he develops this protective device, his armor will definitely be able to be updated and updated.

In other words, your body is always one step behind the armor.

"If you are lying on the ground in armor," Evanson continued to ask, "Then Thor Thor held his hammer and smashed it down with all his might. Can your armor continue to fly?"

"It should be no problem..." This was not hit, and Tony couldn't say it was too sure, but he thought it would be fine. After all, every part of his armor can move independently.

"Then you?" Evanson asked maliciously.

"Dead." Tony rolled his eyes in anger. He might not be able to bear the armor. It seems that his body is more than one step behind the armor.

"So I don't understand what you are doing in the armor?" Evanson frowned and looked puzzled. "All the weapons on the armor are installed on the armor, and the aiming is also completed by the automatic aiming system, and it is definitely more accurate than you aim. The prediction of the enemy's combat mode was calculated by Jarvis. As for exerting force..." Evanson curled his lips, "Just with your little arms and legs, can you still burst and increase his motivation?"

"Control." This time Tony was not refuted and said nothing. He opened his mouth and replied, "Indeed, the auxiliary functions of the armor are very complete, but one thing I have to do is make decisions. All the actions of the armor must be completed under my command."

"Order?" Evanson looked around in confusion and said, "Can't you give orders here?"

"Tony." Evanson said in a serious tone, "You use your intelligence to escape the price of gaining strength to cope with, or the process of accumulating this knowledge, and it is the process of paying the price. These are the abilities that I, we do not have, but why can't you use it to get yourself out of the dangerous environment?"

"You can't develop a...well...brain wave synchronization system? Let your body stay in the laboratory safely and comfortably, and then remotely synchronize the armor? In this way, both you and the armor are freed, you can withdraw from danger, and your armor can also get rid of the drag of your body and exert more powerful power."

"To be honest," Evanson nodded and said half-jokingly, "When the synchronization rate between you and the armor reaches 400%, you may be super amazing."

"This method...is pretty good." Tony Yi's answer was a little hesitant, but he was not surprised. Obviously, he must have had similar ideas.

However, he still hesitated, "You need to know... Remote control is easily hacked."

"If someone has the ability to hack your system, you will be hacked if you stay in the armor." Evanson scoffed at this statement. "If you stay in the laboratory, you may have a way to fight the blackmail and stop him, then how can you stop it if you are in the armor? Even if your arm is broken, it will not be able to stop the armor!"

"Well..." Tony pondered again. Obviously, what he said just now was just an excuse, not his real reason.

"What are your concerns?" Evanson was a little confused, but after seeing Tony's humble expression, he immediately showed an incredible look. "Can you be... no?"

"Hmm." Tony curled his lips embarrassedly, indicating that I meant that.

"You...you still want to show off?" Evanson's eyes were rounded. "You still want to gain the envious eyes of others?"

Tony nodded slightly awkwardly, yes, I like your gaze that is both envious and helpless!

"I said, you should understand now that the enemy you are going to deal with is not the terrorists who used to hold a few broken guns. The battle is getting more and more deadly!" Finally, Evanson spread his hands and said, "So it's time for you to choose, whether to show off or die!"
Chapter completed!