Marvel's Great Old Ones

"What is this?" In the cave, Ethan watched curiously as Tony Stark removed a small silver piece from a missile sent by terrorists.

Even the knowledge mastered by Ethan as a Ph.D. in physics seemed as shallow as a blank slate in front of this true genius in human history.

Ethan had to admit that this man was excellent, even in that layer of abnormal pride, it still shone with dazzling brilliance.

In the past few days, Stark has been busy with designs that he couldn't understand at all, and even just starting to make them started to feel a bit difficult for him.

Until now, Ethan still found that his knowledge of this genius was still far from enough.

"Metal palladium, 0.5 grams of metal palladium, and we need at least 1.6 grams, so we need to remove all the missiles."

Stark watched indifferently as he clamped the small piece of metal with tweezers, his invisible force revealed. Even in this embarrassing cave, it was set off as a luxurious laboratory.

From the very beginning, he regarded the bearded man's telling him that he could build a Jericho missile in exchange for his life as fart. How could those people let him go so easily?

If a piece of goods is not unique and you still want to keep it unique, the best way is to kill the maker. Then it will be unique.

"What is he doing?" asked several surveillance personnel who were playing together.

"They are building it." The person who answered was the person who was elected to be in front of the surveillance. Although he wanted to play and fish, it would be bad if the leader discovered any problems.

In the control room, although Stark was confused as to why he wanted to dismantle the ready-made missiles, it didn't matter to him, as long as he was doing it.

With their shrunken brains, how could they possibly understand Stark's operations.

"They are building the Ark Reactor!" Li Xiu looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar scene, and his spirit, which had been sluggish for many days, finally regained some vitality.

The eyes in various secret places are copied and zoomed in crazily. It is best to record the entire manufacturing process completely.

Although Li Xiu can't rub the reactor by hand like Stark, he can leave it to professionals.

In the cave, Ethan carefully poured the molten metal into a simple mold. Palladium metal was very precious and they only had one chance. Even Stark couldn't help but feel worried.

If he hadn't been injured and weak, how could he have let Ethan be responsible for casting the mold.

Fortunately, the failure in fantasy is just a fantasy after all. The mold was cast successfully in one go. Relying on Stark's wisdom, a reactor appeared in this dilapidated room surrounded by terrorists.

The two also had more conversations while working together, and their friendship became much better when they opened their hearts.

During this time, they talked a lot about their hometown, dreams, knowledge... Ethan even said that he had met Stark at a previous science extension meeting.

It's a pity that a world famous and super genius like Stark could not remember an "ordinary" country physicist.

Looking at the cute little girl who exuded the charming blue light, Ethan's eyes flashed, not because he had any inappropriate thoughts, but because he felt excited about seeing the believer's faith.

Before meeting Stark, if anyone told him that he could manually build a small controllable nuclear fusion reactor with an output of three billion joules per second, he would use the hammer in his hand to let the other person understand that although he looked Wenya also came out of a war-torn place.

Rubbing the reactor with your hands is simply a fantasy and is no longer subject to science.

Stark showed Ethan his mecha design. Different parts were designed on different layers of translucent manuscript paper, and they needed to be stacked together to get a full view.

Time passed day by day, and it was getting closer and closer to the time when Stark escaped from the movie. People from the Ten Rings Gang had come to observe many times, and every time they could be seen busy doing research.

But with no results for so long, those people have become increasingly impatient.

Time jump to the second day of the escape.

"That thing doesn't look like a Jericho missile at all."

A surveillance officer holding a photo finally discovered something was wrong from the surveillance.

The components laid out on the long table in the cave looked nothing like missiles.

"Maybe it's improved." The older members on the side didn't care. These guys who were just trying to make ends meet didn't know much about scientific research.

"His propeller tail is installed backwards." The slightly younger member held the photo as if it could show his wisdom. In the end, he was defeated amidst the teasing laughter of the old army gangsters.

The real boss of this Ten Rings gang base is a bald man with a vicious and cunning face, not a bearded man who threatens Stark with making Jericho missiles.

Looking at Stark who was putting a device on his leg in the surveillance room, the bald man couldn't help but squint his eyes with a fierce look, and his fingers were rubbing a large ring, which was the characteristic of the members of the Ten Rings Gang.

Stark was wearing sunglasses and was welding a component. Noisy sounds came from outside the cave, and a man stopped their movements through the small window on the iron door.

The door opened, and a group of armed personnel from the base came with guns in their hands. Surrounded by the bearded man in the middle.

The two Ethan looked at each other. They originally thought that the bearded man was going to say something. What they didn't expect was that the bearded man they thought was the boss of the base just stood on the side of the team this time. A bald man with a more ferocious face came leading the group. .

The two people who couldn't make up their minds all of a sudden could only stand in the middle of the field with guns pointed at by the armed men.

The bald man walked into the room with a fierce buff and looked around.

"Relax."

Ethan and Stark looked at each other. Could it be that they just looked ferocious, but they were actually quite easy to talk to? The two hesitantly put down their hands.

The bald man wandered up to Stark and reached for Stark's collar.

Stark froze. Fortunately, nothing forceful happened. The guy just looked at the small blue circle of light and began to babble with heroic words that touched him.

"There was a time when bows and arrows were the most advanced weapons in the world. Genghis Khan relied on them to sweep across the Eurasian continent and dominate the world for a while!"

“His territory is five times greater than that of Alexander the Great and four times that of the Roman Empire!”

"But today, only those with Stark's most advanced weapons can rule the world."

The bald man wandered around and picked up the design drawings on the table. Stark, who was watched by two guards, thought something was wrong and almost couldn't help but rush forward.

Ethan, who was also being watched across from him, waved his hand to Tony Stark in a vague way, indicating that he should be calm.

The bald man held the design drawing, glanced at it casually, threw it on the table, turned around and continued to talk pretentiously.

"That person will be me!"

"Why did you disappoint me!" The bald head turned and stared into Stark's eyes. .seven

"We are working." Ethan stepped forward and explained: "Very hard."

"Is this how you repay me?" The bald head turned to look at Ethan.

"This is very complicated. He has worked very hard..." Ethan explained that he seemed a little weak in front of these gangsters.

"Make him kneel down!" Bald Head ordered.

The two men pushed Ethan to his knees, and Stark turned around slightly.

"Do you think I'm stupid?" Baldhead ignored Ethan, "I will figure it out."

"What are you going to do?" Ethan looked hurriedly as the other party picked up a piece of red coal from the brazier with tongs.

"Open your mouth." The bald head held the coals between his hands, a smile appeared on his face for the first time, "Are you because I am a fool?"

Ethan's head was pressed on the iron felt in front of him, and what was going to happen next became very clear.

"What's going on? Call me truthfully." The bald man pressed his left hand on Ethan's sparse head and held a fire tong in his right hand.

"He is building the Jericho missiles you want." Ethan's voice had begun to become panicked, and his explanation voice was mixed with the bald man's scolding.

Stark's explanations were drowned out several times. He couldn't help but take a few steps forward, causing the guards to nervously step forward and point their guns at him.

The bearded man on the side quickly stepped forward and pulled down the muzzle of the gun. This man was different from Ethan who was being held down. The Jericho missile was counting on him. If he was killed by a misfire, he would be the real version. There is no place to cry.

The scene became quiet for a while, and a group of people looked at Stark.

"I need him, he is useful." Stark looked calm, as if he had something to rely on.

After looking back and forth, the bald man finally put down the charcoal, but his face became more ferocious.

"Complete the missile assembly by tomorrow at the latest." The bald man said in a low voice, turned around and led the people away.

"Watch them." The bearded voice came from outside the iron door.

Ethan and Stark looked a little ugly. Although the device had been almost manufactured and debugged, it was still too difficult to assemble it and escape from the base before tomorrow.

In the dark corner, Li Xiu watched as everyone slowly closed their eyes, leaving only one to monitor.

He can't place his hope on the stability of the movie itself. Who knows if there will be a brainless NPC that kills the protagonist.

During this period of time, in addition to figuring out the situation at the base, he has been secretly protecting the safety of Tony Stark.

If those people had really threatened their lives just now, he would have protected them immediately and then started massacring the entire base.

"Gollum!"

Following the small hole left by Li Xiu, a green eye suddenly came out, staring directly at the spliced ​​ejection game table opposite Ethan and Stark used to relieve stress.

In this base, apart from guns and guns, there are only the gunmen from the Ten Commandments Gang. There is no entertainment or food.

In the past few days, whenever the two Starks have free time to play games, Cthulhu will lie down in the hole with a good viewing angle and watch.

Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't paid attention to Cthulhu's inner problems. He seems to be a little kid with problematic outlook on life.

Looking at Cthulhu blocking the hole, Li Xiu scratched his non-existent chin with his sticky tentacles, thinking about the mental health of the old ruler Cthulhu.

It seems that after meeting Hell's Kitchen this time, I will have to find a suitable playmate for Cthulhu.

However, a suitable playmate with Cthulhu, the ruler of the old days... hiss - Li Xiu instantly felt a severe toothache.

What fits one Great Old One is, of course, another Great Old One.

"Speaking of which, Cthulhu seems to have a brother, the King in Yellow. Do you want to summon him to be Cthulhu's companion?"

Li Xiu wouldn't dare say anything about other old rulers, but for the King in Yellow, Li Xiu still had the confidence to summon a projection.

As for his confidence, he has already collected most of the "Xuanjun Nine Chapters Secret Code" in his mind, and the knowledge in it comes from the ignorant Xuanhuang God in the sky, the King in Yellow.

Based on the knowledge in Li Xiu's mind, coupled with a large amount of energy reserves, there is no problem in summoning a projection of the King in Yellow.

"Let's do it this way, but at least we have to get the Ark reactor when we return to New York." Looking at Cthulhu who looked like a puppy, Li Xiu made up his mind.

Cthulhu has been following him since he came to Marvel. From the initial dislike and fear, after this year of companionship, Li Xiu now only feels that Cthulhu is just a silly child.

It is the responsibility of every father to do his best to provide a good growing environment for his cubs!

Li Xiu felt full when he thought of this.

Cthulhu in front felt the movement behind him and turned around. In his spiritual vision, he could only see Li Xiu being moved like a fool.

Alas, this silly cub is too difficult to take care of. It is simply embarrassing. Cthulhu sighed silently. Who told him to summon his own cub in this world...