Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

The storm in Washington seems to have been temporarily left behind as Rod's special plane took off.

But the solemn atmosphere in the laboratory has not diminished at all.

Create a new element.

These six words, like six mountains, pressed heavily on Rod's heart. He looked at the teenager in front of him who was only as tall as his chest. An unprecedented sense of absurdity and... a sense of expectation were intertwined, which made him unable to breathe.

This child, just now on the phone, used a few words to play with a group of politicians and high-ranking military officials who had been immersed in the center of power for many years.Now, he said lightly that he was going to do God's work.

"Are you... really sure?" Rod's voice was dry, and he felt as if he was witnessing the beginning of a myth or a big joke.

Paul did not answer directly. In his deep eyes, there was no arrogance, only a calmness that was almost taken for granted.

"It is theoretically feasible, but Tony's body can't wait for the theory. I need your 100% trust, Uncle Rod." He turned around and walked to a storage area in the depths of the laboratory where few people set foot. "There is no basis for words, but seeing is true. Just in time, before you help me deal with those big guys, I'll let you see a little toy to give you some confidence.

Store upThe room is full of all kinds of strange parts and semi-finished products, like a forgotten dream corner of Tony Stark. Paul skillfully dragged out a heavy military-grade metal box from the bottom of a dusty shelf.

With a "click", the box opened, and there was a silver-gray metal cylinder lying quietly in it. The arms were thick and thin, the surface was smooth, and there was no unnecessary decoration. There were only a circle of precise grooves and a few interfaces that could not be understood.

"What is this?" Rod came forward. He could feel that this thing was not simple, but there was really no clue in appearance.

"Single soldier energy shielding field generator." Paul took it out and weighed it. "I did it many years ago, and the idea was to deflect and absorb kinetic energy.Theoretically, it can make a soldier ignore most of the routine physical attacks before the energy runs out.

Rod's pupils shrank sharply.

Single soldier energy shield?

This concept, in the military laboratory, is still in the stage of PPT and theoretical deriving. The biggest problem is energy and miniaturization. But the one in front of me... looks like a perfect finished product.

"This thing... can it be used?" There was a trace of trembling in Rod's voice. He wanted to reach out and touch it, but he was afraid that the cold metal shell would burn him.

"Theory is a theory after all. After so many years, I don't know whether the performance has deteriorated." Paul played with the cylinder in his hand with a slightly playful smile on his face, "So, we have to test it."

"How to test? Hit with a gun?" Rod immediately entered the soldier's thinking mode.

"It's too childish." Paul shook his head and looked out of the window. Through the huge floor-to-ceiling glass, he could see the neatly trimmed lawn of Stark Manor and the tall oak trees in the distance as a landscape.

"Borrow your car for a while." Paul said.

"My car?" Rod was stunned.

"No, it's Tony's car, but you drive it." The corners of Paul's mouth grinned, "Let's hit the tree."

"What?!" Rod almost jumped up. He doubted whether he had auditory hallucinations because of too much pressure. "Are you crazy?Use Tony's treasured sports car to hit the tree? He will kill us when he wakes up! No, he will kill me first and then disassemble you into parts!"

Every car in Stark's garage is worth more than Rod's rank.

"Don't worry, with it, even a piece of car paint won't fall off." Paul patted the silver-gray cylinder in his hands, and his eyes were full of confidence. "Are you afraid?"

The light "you're afraid" was like a needle, accurately piercing Rod's pride as an ace pilot.

He looked at Paul's young but seemingly insightful face and gritted his teeth.

"Crazy!" Rod scolded in a low voice, "Which garage?"

Ten minutes later.

A coquettish red Audi R8 parked in a vacant lot in the backyard of the villa, facing a huge oak tree that requires at least two people to hold together.

Rod sat in the driver's seat with sweaty palms. He has driven billions of fighter jets in his life and played all kinds of extreme maneuvers at a height of 10,000 meters, but he has never been as nervous as he is now.

Paul sat in the co-driver's seat, installed the silver-gray cylinder in a slot of the central console, and pressed it gently.

"Om--"

With a faint inaudible sound, the grooves on the cylinder lit up with a pale blue glow, as if breathing. In addition, there is no change inside and outside the car.

"Is that enough?" Rod looked at the oak tree and felt his throat dry. The tree is stronger than any anti-aircraft gun he has ever seen.

"The shielding field has been activated, and the effective range is five meters, which is invisible." Paul fastened his seat belt in a relaxed tone as if inviting him to go for a drive. "Step on the accelerator, Uncle Rod, don't look like a novice driver."

Rod took a deep breath and looked at Paul's calm side face. The madness in his heart finally defeated reason.

He stepped on the accelerator to the end!

"Boom--!"

The V10 engine roared like a beast, and the wheels scraped wildly on the grass, bringing up grass shavings all over the sky. The coquettish red sports car was like an arrow off the string, turned into a shadow, and rushed straight to the hundred-year-old oak tree!

Fifty meters!

Thirty meters!

Ten meters!

Rod's eyes stared at the front, and his muscles were extremely tense. He could almost imagine the deafening impact sound in the next second, the muffled sound of the airbag ejected, and the embarrassment of himself being hit.

It's now!

At the moment when the front of the car was about to have a devastating intimate contact with the thick trunk--

There is no loud noise.

There was no impact.

There was not even a trace of vibration.

Time seems to have been slowed down at this moment.

Rod only saw a pale blue ripple that was almost imperceptible, flashing in front of the front of the car, like a ripple of stones thrown into the water.

Then, the huge and solid oak tree disappeared silently in front of his eyes.

No, it's not disappearing.

It's smashing!

From the point of contact with the invisible barrier, the hard trunk seemed to be put into an industrial crusher, instantly disintegrated into hundreds of millions of wood chips and fibers. The whole big tree, from bottom to top, in less than half a second, turned into a "rain of wood shavings" flying all over the sky and fell down.

The Audi R8 slowly stopped at the original position of the oak tree.The car body is perfect, not even a bit of dust.

Only the wood shavings all over the sky, in the afterglow of the sunset, slowly fell on the clean hood.

"..."

Rod sat in the driver's seat, motionless, his mouth slightly open, and his eyes were full of shock and confusion.

He turned his head and stiffly looked at Paul next to him.

Paul stretched out his hand, twisted a small handful of wood chips from the hood, and blew it in front of him.

"It seems that the performance has not deteriorated much." He said lightly, as if he had just run over an ant instead of smashing a big tree. "The kinetic energy deflection is a little excessive, which directly disperses the molecular structure.It has to be adjusted next time, otherwise it will be used on the battlefield, and the movement will be too loud.

Rod didn't say anything.

There have been huge waves in his mind.

What he thought of was not whether the movement was big or not, but... what if this thing was put on the tank? What about installing it on the fighter? How about matching one for each charging soldier?

What will that mean?

The form of war will be completely subverted! The borders of countries will need to be redefined!

He looked at Paul, the child who grew up under his nose. At this moment, in his eyes, he became extremely strange and... terrible.

This is no longer a genius.

This is the god walking on earth.

"Now, do you have confidence in our next 'small project'?" Paul unfastened his seat belt and turned to look at him with a slight smile on his face.

Rod swallowed his saliva with difficulty, and he felt that his soul was trembling.

He looked at the huge tree pit that had been emptied, and then at the silver-gray cylinder in Paul's hand that was cooling down and the blue light was gradually extinguished.

"We... the thing we're going to make next..." Rod's voice was hoarse, with a pilgrimage-like awe, "Would it be crazier than this...?"

Paul smiled, with a hint of mystery and naturalness in his smile.

"Uncle Rod," he patted Rod on the shoulder, "It's just a shield."

"And what we need to do is to create the sun."