Building Superheroes at Marvel

The Thunderbird is very large, and it can easily carry the weight of a person, so naturally it cannot be summoned indoors.

It just so happens that the backyard of the manor is a large space, and it can be used by Thunderbird after some reconstruction.

"Looks like I need to check with the IRS."

Looking at the empty grassland here, Kyle suddenly felt that he had never expressed anything to the authorities.

Apart from the daily needs of contact, basically no visits, this is a fatal problem.

As a department far surpassing the Department of Defense and the CIA, Kyle actually didn't think of them until now.

But it is very simple to get on this line!

"T-1000, your name will be Robert Patrick from now on. If you are on a mission, you should be responsible for the safety of the three of you first."

But in this matter, Kyle summoned T-1000 and specially named him a name that suits him.

For Robert's fighting power, he is very relieved. At this point in time, there is absolutely no one who can defeat him.

Next, Kyle is going to prepare for the integration of the Dr. Manhattan template.

Gasco had taught him how to adjust his own state.

Back in his room, Kyle sat on the bed and entered a state of meditation, trying to let go of himself.

After confirming that the most comfortable state had been reached, the calling system took out the template representing Dr. Manhattan and directly integrated it into the body.

Immediately after the circular template was integrated, strong power burst out from the heart and swept Kyle's whole body.

Under the impact of this force, Kyle could only grit his teeth to prevent himself from passing out.

Blue light spots overflowed from his body, gradually polluting the entire room, leaving only boundless blue, changing various forms.

In the end, all the blue light spots returned to Kyle, surrounding him and forming an egg.

"You can open your eyes, kid."

"excuse me, you are?"

"You can call me Jonathan Osterman."

...

Meanwhile, inside Afghanistan.

The base of the Ten Rings Gang was destroyed once by Natasha, and finally it was rebuilt again.

"Hurry up, climb up for me, our big client will come soon."

Jin Fang stepped on a semicircular stone, and compared it with the blueprint he found in the stove.

Since the furnace wasn't strong enough at the time, and Ethan chose to stuff it all in when he burned it, the already weak flame was extinguished directly by the pressure.

Only the upper part of Tony's design drawings for the battle armor was burned, and the lower part of the pattern was not damaged at all. (Please note that the one mentioned earlier that was completely burned is the ancient drawing behind the rock wall, not the armor drawing)

And Jin Ya is currently organizing his younger brother to reassemble this armor.

After more than a month of reorganization, the most difficult head is now missing.

That guy Obadiah, as soon as he heard him talking about this, he had to come over and see for himself, and was willing to pay 100 million to buy it.

As for the purchase of arms and the rebuilding of the base, Jin Ya has already spent all the money on his body, so he naturally needs to cheer up when he comes to business.

"Boss, the weapon you want us to make has already been produced."

At this time, four other younger brothers walked over carrying four metal sticks that were one meter long and engraved with special patterns.

Upon hearing the news, Jin Ya called his deputy, handed him the blueprint, and asked him to direct the organization.

On the other hand, he came to the front of the four metal rods, unzipped the chain of his clothes, and took out an extremely worn-out sheepskin roll from his inner pocket.

"Yes, you can go to receive the reward."

Jin Fang carefully compared the sheepskin rolls, and said with a satisfied face after seeing that even the patterns were not the same.

The ancient sheepskin scroll in their hands was a new hairstyle they had behind the rock wall. According to the murals, it should be a new type of weapon.

A group of people knelt on the ground and prayed to the pillars on the rocky platform. The color of the entire mural was red.

And this newly discovered ancient sheepskin scroll records the manufacturing methods of those iron pillars, the most important thing is the pattern.

I don't know why, Jin Ya obviously couldn't understand the words recorded on it, but he could accurately understand the meaning of these words.

...

Time flies, and because of the nine-hour time difference with New York, this place has entered the night.

On the horizon in the distance, a special convoy drove towards here at high speed, and finally stopped in the camp.

"Golden tooth, long time no see."

Obadiah, in a striped suit and a large cigar, got out of a car and hugged Gold Tooth.

At the same time, a group of bodyguards wearing sophisticated combat equipment also jumped out of the black modified car behind them.

Roughly estimated, there are fifty of them.

"Oh my rich friend, it's so exciting to meet you."

Gold Tooth also hugged Obadiah with a smile on his face.

Then the two hooked their shoulders and walked into the largest tent, talking and laughing.

"Is this what Tony made? It's beautiful."

As soon as he entered here, Obadiah saw the steel battle armor standing in the middle, and suppressed his excitement to touch it.

Because this battle armor has not experienced the original battle, it was simply removed by Natasha with all the screws.

In terms of appearance preservation, it is quite intact, at least much better than the dilapidated look in the original book.

"Not only that, Mr. Obadiah, we have specially prepared new weapons here."

Jin Ya is so happy to see his partner, and already knows that he can make a fortune today.

Then another new message was thrown out, and the metal stick with patterns engraved on the table was picked up.

"what is this?"

Obadiah looked back, frowned and asked in puzzlement, how could a metal rod be used as a weapon.

But then, Gold Tooth muttered something, and a raging flame burst out from the metal rod.

Holding the flaming stick, Gold Fang slammed it to the ground with a loud shout.

Boom!

Countless gravels sputtered out, and a two-meter-wide crack appeared in front of Obadiah.

And Jin Ya stood there with his hands back, even though the metal rod was emitting flames, it couldn't burn him at all.

"How about it? Mr. Obadiah, can we talk about our price?"

There was a contented smile on Jin Fang's face, and now he could negotiate terms with Obadiah.

The action just now also has a deterrent effect, which means that your life will be held in your own hands.

"Naturally, naturally."

Obadiah rolled his eyes, then walked to the tent door with a gentle smile and lowered the shade.

Looking at Jin Fang who was drinking water with his back facing him, Obadiah took out a dagger from his waist and stabbed it instantly.

At the same time, there was a series of intense firefights outside the tent.