Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

Nick Fury's one-eye was locked on Paul like an eagle.

There was a silent sense of oppression in the air, which belonged to the director of S.H.I.L.D., which was enough to make the most sophisticated politicians feel uneasy.

"Super Soldier Serum."

Fury's voice was deep and powerful, and every word seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, with unquestionable weight.

"Stark, you know what this thing means to us and the world. A stable, mass-produced super soldier plan can change everything.

His eyes were burning and full of desire for this power.

However, Paul just sat calmly opposite him, playing with a metal cube in his hand, and looked relaxed as if he was attending an afternoon tea party.

Instead of answering immediately, he turned one side of the Rubik's Cube, then raised his eyelids and looked at Fury.

"Officer Fury, what you want is an invincible army.But have you ever thought about who will control the soldiers themselves when they become the most powerful weapon? You?"

Paul's tone was very plain, but like a needle, it accurately stabbed the loophole in Fury's words.

"A perfect soldier also means perfect out of control. A little psychological fluctuation, a wrong instruction, may create a monster that cannot be killed. You already have a Captain America in your hand. You should know better than anyone else that this kind of power is a double-edged sword.

"We can establish the strictest screening and psychological evaluation mechanism!" Fury immediately refuted.

"It's useless." Paul shook his head with a trace of pity in his smile. "Human nature is the biggest variable, which cannot be calculated or eradicated.If you give strength to a good person, he may become a hero. But if you give strength to a hundred people, there will definitely be a few villains, even crazy people. Are you sure you want to bet on this probability?"

Paul paused and gently put the restored Rubik's Cube on the table, making a crisp sound.

"So, serum, I don't sell it. No matter how much you give or what to exchange for, you can't do it.

His refusal was crisp, leaving no room.

Fury's face sank in an instant, and the air pressure in the office plummeted. He didn't expect that the teenager would refuse so completely that he didn't even bother to negotiate.

This made him feel that he punched the cotton with a strong punch.

Just as Fury was about to put pressure again, Paul turned around.

"However, although I don't sell spears, I can sell you stronger shields."

"What do you mean?" Fury frowned.

Paul snapped his fingers.

The holographic projection behind him lit up, and a complex energy field structure map floated in the air. It is a huge ring device, emitting blue light.

"Do you remember the shield generator I gave you before?" Paul stood up and walked to the projection, "This is its upgraded version. I call it - 'Dome'."

His fingers stroked in the air, and the structural diagram began to be dynamically demonstrated.

"When fully activated, it can generate a high-energy particle barrier with a diameter of more than five kilometers. The energy intensity is more than 30 times that of the previous version, which is enough to resist nuclear warhead-level attacks. Put it on your sky carrier, and that ship can be regarded as a real air fortress.

Fury's eyes lit up.

The defense of the air carrier has always been his heart disease. Paul's technology is undoubtedly a snow-to-send coal.

But it's not over yet.

"This is just its conventional usage." A mysterious smile appeared at the corner of Paul's mouth. "It also has a special pattern."

He operated the projection again and saw that inside the huge ring device, independent energy cages emitting red light appeared.

"It can accurately divide and compress the energy barrier to form countless independent prison units. The intensity of the energy wall of each unit can be adjusted independently, and the internal physical laws are disordered. Any superpower, or a guy wearing high-tech armor who is locked up, will be completely suppressed.

Paul looked at Fury and said word by word, "That is to say, you can use it to build a... super prison that can never be escaped from prison."

The prison that can never be escaped from prison!

These words hit Fury's heart like a heavy hammer.

Rocky, hate, and all kinds of superhuman criminals that may appear in the future... S.H.I.E.L.D. urgently needs a facility that can detain these existences.

Paul's "Dome" perfectly solved his second heart disease.

Fury's heart began to beat violently.

He realized that what the teenager gave him was more valuable and more controllable than the super soldier serum he wanted.

"Cooperation." Fury almost blurted out, "S.H.I.E.L.D. needs this technology. Open a price."

"It's easy to say." Paulo laughed and said, "I will ask Pepper to send someone to talk to you about the specific terms. However, for the sake of our happy cooperation in the future, I personally give you a small gift.

With that, he took out an ordinary-looking black hair band from his pocket.

The material of the hair band is non-gold or jade, and a milky crystal is inlaid in the center. The shape is simple and science fiction.

"What is this?" Fury looked at the gadget and was a little confused.

"A small toy." Paul handed over the hair tape, "Don't you always complain that you only have one eye and your vision is limited? Put it on and try it."

Furi took the hair band, and the touch was warm. He hesitated for a moment and put it on his head as Paul said, just to cover his blind eyes.

At the moment when the hair band fits the forehead.

Boom!

An indescribable torrent of information rushed into his brain in an instant!

His world has changed.

He was still standing in place, but he "looked" behind him, and the expression on Paul's face was in control of everything.

He "Looked" At The Ventilation Duct On The Ceiling And Even Distinguished The Outline Of Every Piece Of Dust Inside.

He "saw" under his feet, penetrated more than a dozen floors, and saw a car starting in the underground garage.

360 degrees, panoramic view without dead angle.

Even... it also has a perspective function.

Fury's brain almost went down for a moment. This experience beyond the limits of human senses made him dizzy and almost unable to stand.

"Just get used to it." Paul's voice seemed to come from all directions, "I call it 'white eyes', a kind tribute. It projects all the surrounding spatial information directly to your visual nerve center through a special quantum entanglement sensor. No delay, no dead corner.

Fury closed his intact eyes, but the world in front of him was still extremely clear.

Shocking.

Unprecedented shock.

He felt that he had become a god in an instant.

The world is in front of him, and there are no more secrets to tell.

After a long time, he barely adapted to this new "vision", opened his eyes again and stared at Paul.

His eyes were extremely complicated, with shock and ecstasy, but more of a deep-rooted vigilance.

"Is there any back door for this thing?" Fury's voice was very hoarse.

He couldn't believe that someone would give away such a powerful "artifact" as a gift.

"Don't worry, Director." Paul spread his hands and smiled harmlessly, "It's just a pure sensor. It will only let you 'see' it. As for what you see and how to understand it, it's your own business.

"It... won't pass on to me what you see, will it?" Fury asked the most crucial question.

The smile on Paul's face was even brighter.

Instead of answering directly, he asked back:

"What do you think?"