Schiller and Stark stood in front of a damaged Mark 2 mecha.

"Listen, the problem is that the brake system here is completely damaged, and we need to fix it before remodeling it."

As he said that, he took the wrench and walked forward, and began to knock on the mecha.

Schiller stood behind him and said to the symbiote in his mind: "No, no, you can't eat his brain."

"But his head looks delicious, it's really delicious, and it smells very good."

"but……"

Schiller put his waist on his waist and covered his forehead with one hand. He reorganized the language and said, "You can't eat people's brains casually, because..."

Schiller paused for a long time, thinking, well, although this race looks strange, it tastes surprisingly consistent.

"Eat his brain and we can do it ourselves," said the Symbiosis.

"no!"

"All right……"

Stark was still unaware of anything. He tinkered for a long time, then tapped the railing next to him with a wrench, changed places, and continued to tinker with, "Magic armor? This sounds really good. I think this is a special atomic force. What do you think is its best application form? Oscillation? Or extreme compression?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "...what is the best form of application? Shock or extreme compression?"

"It is decomposition and reconstruction." The symbiosis said.

"It's decomposition and reconstruction," Schiller said.

As he said that, he pressed his hand directly on the joint that had not been repaired. A large piece of parts there flashed for a moment, and when they returned to their original position, they had become brand new.

Stark stood up, widened his eyes and hugged his arms and said, "The so-called magic you mentioned looks much better than what you demonstrated weightlessness."

"It's me that's amazing, it's amazing, it's amazing..." The symbiote began to scream in Schiller's mind again.

Schiller said: "Okay, okay, you're great."

He has to say that symbiosis is a little easier to use than magic. After all, his current magic ability is only low-level, and it is okay to use it to bluff people. When it comes to the stage, he still has to rely on symbiosis.

"Shrink the armor, it can be very small." The symbiote said in Schiller's mind.

"Shrink the armor," Schiller said.

"Of course I have considered this. My Mark 5, in the subsequent version, originally wanted to compress it into a suitcase, but it has not been developed yet, and I can't move it at will."

“I think the suitcase plan is a bit conservative.”

“Can it be smaller?”

"certainly."

"How small do you think it can be compressed?"

Schiller asked the symbiont in his mind: "How small do you think it can be compressed?"

"A bottle of fear venom."

"Can it compress to a small bottle of fear venom?" Schiller asked.

"I want to drink." said the symbiosis.

Schiller rolled his eyes in anger and could bargain.

After the symbiosis had happily finished a bottle of wine, he said: "A cigarette can be compressed to the size of a cigarette."

After Schiller told Stark, Stark seemed a little excited and walked around the room. He said: "This is indeed an atomic-level structure and reorganization. If you say this, it may be smaller than a cigarette, or even reach the nano-level..."

"Can it be smaller than a cigarette?" Schiller asked in his mind.

"Yes, but it will explode." said the symbiote.

So Schiller told Stark: "It can actually be smaller, but I can't make sure it is safe to unfold."

Stark said: "Anyway, let's start and create a more time-travel-than-era technology, and I'll throw all those old versions of the armor to the military and ask them to help me deal with the garbage, and save my electronic waste disposal fee. Pepper will be happy."

"There are so many benefits of being able to be armed at any time!" Stark clenched his fist with one hand and pounded the palm of his other hand, saying, "And I can even stuff the full body of Jarvis into a cell phone, a phone with such a powerful smart housekeeper, can you believe it?"

Schiller said: "…God bless Jarvis."

After a while, Stark put the slightly worn Mark 2 off the shelf. Before he could see clearly, a fog of gray flashed by, and Mark 2 disappeared.

Then Schiller appeared again, holding a metal-shaped cigarette in his hand, and handed it to Stark, who: "Is that done?"

"Or what else do you want?"

"There shouldn't be any casting spells...I mean, for example, what kind of rituals, and staff..."

"No, that's too low-end," Schiller said.

Stark blinked, and suddenly he had infinitely beautiful expectations for magic.

But later, this expectation made Strange go crazy. He is just a mage. How could I see it as an omnipotent God? No matter what I do, Iron Man looks like 'Let's give it to omnipotent magic'!

I heard that the Supreme Mage had to prepare for casting spells, Stark called Strange a "low-end mage". Strange was so angry that he almost broke the staff.

No matter how devastating Schiller's performance now makes Strange, who will be with Iron Man in the future, now he surprised Stark, saying: "How do I turn it into a mecha? How do I wear it on my body?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "How do he turn it into a mecha? How do he wear it on his body?"

The symbiosis burped and said, "Think about it in your mind."

Schiller said: "Think about it in your mind."

Stark was stunned for a moment, then hesitated to recall the original armed method of Mark 2 in his mind.

Almost instantly, Mark 2 was worn on him. This change had no process and was almost atomic reorganization.

Stark said: "What the hell is this principle?"

Schiller asked in his mind: "What the hell is this principle?"

The symbiosis says: "Thought disturbance."

Schiller told Stark: "Mind disturbance."

"Do you mean brain waves or something? Or bioelectricity?"

The symbiosis in Schiller's mind was a little confused and seemed to be unable to answer the question anymore. So Schiller said: "Please don't use science to explain magic, it's enough to be useful."

Stark was so heart-wrenching that he wanted to start researching immediately, so he turned against Schiller and said, "Okay, okay, I understand, you can wait for your magical magic, sooner or later, I will use it better than you."

Then he took the guests away.

Schiller was almost invited out of the Stark Building, but he was not angry. Stark was always like this, and he ignored anything once he became addicted to experiment.

As soon as he returned to the clinic, he saw Steve waiting for him. Steve greeted him and said, "Nick asked me to run for a leg. He wanted to see you. I think it might be something related to Stark."

Then Schiller shouted into the air: "10 million US dollars per hour, how about it? Director Nick?"

"You are opening your mouth at the lion." A voice suddenly came from the phone hanging around Steve's waist.

Schiller shrugged and said, "Okay, I originally wanted to issue you an invoice of 100 million."

The other side was silent for a moment, and then said: "Another 50 million late payment invoice is included..."

"The deal is completed," Schiller said.

After a while, Schiller came to the International Reception Center of SHIELD again. Nick, wearing a blindfold, shook hands with Schiller, and then sat down face to face. Colson poured the two of them a cup of coffee, giving Schiller an Italian-style concentrator.

Schiller drank the coffee in one go, but Nick picked up the cup and drank it slowly. Schiller said first: "Do you talk about the serious matter first, or issue an invoice first?"

"Import invoice first." Nick said,

After a while, Nick asked him: "I know Stark gave the mecha technology to the military, but it doesn't matter. We don't want those mechas."

"What you want is him."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. was founded by his father."

"If you mention this to him now, you will never want him to join in this life."

"Also, let him join, you guys go and talk to him. Don't come to me, it's useless to find me. I'm just a psychiatrist, not his father."

"We didn't ask you to persuade Stark, and we also know that he didn't listen to his advice. What do you think of our idea? A team of special abilities?"

"It's good, but it depends on who they work for."

"Isn't it for S.H.I.E.L.D?"

"So who does SHIELD work for?"

Nick frowned and decisively bypassed the topic. He said, "Okay, we want to invite you to join..."

"You also said that it is a team of special abilities. I am just an ordinary person and never jumps more than 3 meters long."

Nick opened his mouth, and he felt that Schiller was treating him as a fool.

"Listen, we don't care how you disappeared, and suddenly appeared hundreds of meters away, nor where did the yellow-haired rat with a Canadian accent come from, or you can ignore your accurate and terrible psychological analysis, but a neurologist told us in person that you threatened him with a floating ballpoint pen..."

Schiller said to the symbiote in his mind: "You can't eat other people's brains at will in the future, except Strange's."

Schiller said: "Do you believe there is magic in this world?"

"Some scientific powers have created these special abilities, so I believe that there will be other powers to create other people. Are you one of them?"

"No, I'm just an ordinary person, but I think I can trade intelligence for my own freedom."

"What's going on? Magic?"

"Yes, I believe you should have the authority to mobilize satellites to check out a missing network in New York, where exactly the connection went."

Nick frowned, but Schiller didn't say much to him.

The wireless network of the New York Temple should also rely on modern people's network systems, not magical networks, but they use magic to cover up the way to access this network.

If Nick is interested in investigating, he will definitely find some clues.

The reason why Schiller refused was that in various major events that followed, he had to rely on the Avengers to save the world. He would not be sad to deal with those enemies, Lizardman, and Red Hulk fists.
Chapter completed!