I'm rubbing the masked knight in the United States

11:30 pm.

Malibu Beach, Los Angeles, California.

Stark's cliff house, underground laboratory.

"The main sensor is malfunctioning above 4 feet, and there is also a problem with the casing pressurization. It seems to be caused by icing problems."

"Your observation is very sharp. If you want to go into space, you must improve the shell material."

"Contact Cisco to reselect the shell material and change it to the titanium alloy used for Seraphim tactical satellites, which can not only meet the integration requirements, but also maintain the power-to-weight ratio, and display graphics according to specifications.

Jarvis, isn’t it too dazzling to be all gold?”

"It's my fault, sir, you have always been simple and low-key."

Jarvis was sorting out the recorded video after the first launch experiment. Suddenly, a figure appeared within the surveillance field of view.

"Sir, Edward is approaching the villa area."

"Why is he here?" Stark was adjusting the palm cannon function of his hand armor. Hearing this, he asked strangely.

"Sir, he sent an appointment invitation three days ago."

"Then let him in."

"Hello, is anyone here?" Edward waved to the camera outside the villa, trying to show his presence.

There was no one there, but the door suddenly opened by itself, followed by a mechanical sound.

"Welcome, Mr. Ed."

"Wow, Mr. Stark" Edward asked in surprise and amazement.

"My name is Jarvis, Mr. Stark is waiting for you in the living room."

In the living room, sunlight streamed in from the tall floor-to-ceiling windows, and a row of brown sofas was arranged in an arc, on which Stark was sitting and eating cake.

"I remember this is your first time here."

"Yes." Edward looked at the surrounding furnishings curiously, "By the way, where's Jarvis?"

"Hey, Jarvis, someone is looking for you." Stark patted the sofa.

"Mr. Ed, I've been here all the time." Jarvis' voice came from all directions.

"He is the head of the security department, so he is always behind the surveillance, or"

"Well, that's yours," Stark said.

"Cool" Edward exclaimed in "surprise" that "artificial intelligence has developed to this extent now"

"Well, there are some things that are difficult for me to explain to you. Just understand it as a genius." Stark said enigmatically, "Why did you think of coming here?"

"Oh, this." Edward took out a notebook from his backpack, "I newly compiled a game production engine, but I encountered difficulties in completing the part, so I came to ask you for help."

"Game production engine, why did you think of making this?" Stark put the cake on the coffee table, wiped his hands with a paper towel, browsed it casually, and showed a little surprise, "You did it."

"Yes, holding t is just holding after all. I still want to make some games that I am interested in. In order to facilitate the production, I first made an engine, but when it comes to the later perfection part, the computing power of the computer is not enough. "Edward shrugged and told the truth.

"With your degree of perfection, the computers on the market are really difficult to perfect." Stark took a glance at the results and roughly analyzed the results. The degree of completion is very high. The main difficulty lies in: too many details and slow integration.

"Jarvis, I leave it to you."

"Okay, sir."

"That's enough." Edward's eyes widened. "It's so convenient."

"Just wait a while." Stark picked up the cake again and asked, "Has Bruce contacted you recently?"

"Mr. Bruce didn't." Edward said, "Why did he contact me?"

"It's nothing, it's just that this kid has been mysterious recently." Stark curled his lips.

"Sir, Mr. Bruce Wayne is calling." Jarvis' voice sounded at the right time.

"Should I avoid it first?" Edward asked, pointing to himself.

"No need." Stark waved his hand, picked up the remote control and switched the TV channel, "Answer."

Images quickly appeared on the TV. Bruce Wayne, who was yawning in pajamas, appeared on the TV. There was a small grid in the lower right corner, which was Stark, who was neatly dressed, and Edward next to him.

"You're alive" were the first words Stark said.

"Aren't you dead too?" Bruce retorted naturally as he was used to it, "Ed, why are you skipping class here again? The school recently reported that you skip class every day for fun in teasing teachers and classmates. Do you have any thoughts?"

"Hey, I know all the lessons I have today, so I came out." Edward said, "And I'm not called a teacher and a classmate. Isn't it natural for me to answer the teacher's questions, although I answer more than the questions? It's a little thoughtless to keep the teacher from coming down for a whole class, but I can't say I don't know.

It’s really a misunderstanding of the classmate, I was persuading a fight, and the persuasion of a scholar can’t be called a fight, it’s called being helpful and helpful. "

"The way you help others is to knock them down" Bruce asked funny.

"Yes, if you persuade the person who is fighting to get down, no one will fight, right? This is called convincing people with reason." Edward said confidently.

"Reason" Stark had already thought of the answer and deliberately praised it.

"Physics is also a theory."

""I seem to understand why teachers complain every day.

"Okay, just think about it yourself." Bruce turned to look at Stark, "You are very free and you stay at home every day recently."

"Isn't it? The board of directors won't let me go to work." Stark smiled half a smile, "Ed, you should avoid it first."

"Okay." Edward turned around and ran away, and was led by Jarvis to the viewing platform, facing the sea and blooming in spring.

Bruce shook his head, "Why did he come to you?"

"I made a game engine, which has a high degree of perfection, but it is too trivial to be completed by ordinary computers." Stark said.

"A game engine." Bruce did not continue to ask about this matter. "Is Obadiah still operating it?"

"Who else but him can make the board of directors unanimously open to the outside world?" Stark leaned back. The son of the founder of Stark Industries became that "foreign person", and Stark also had mixed feelings.

He leaned on the sofa, "But that's not important. If I can get back the first time, I can get back the second time. Let's not talk about it for now. There are recent rumors about a Batman in Gotham. Is it really just a rumor or is it someone who made it public? of"

Bruce Wayne didn't change his face, "Who knows."

"Pretend, keep pretending, who doesn't know your temperament of putting cameras everywhere, gcpd's attitude is to refute rumors, and there is no official news report or even capture.

If there's anyone who might have proof, it's you. "Stark's face was full of gossip, "Tell me quickly. "

""Bruce Wayne's mentality began to become strange, "Batman, it should be like this."