MTL - The People of the Motherland Are Coming, Fortunately, I Am Superman of Doomsday-Chapter 25 fateful saturday

  Chapter 25 Destiny Saturday

  "The system has confirmed that the authority has been transferred to Quentin Baker, Saturday."

  The feedback sound from the built-in intelligent system of the glasses made the late-night bar suddenly fall into dead silence.

  Mystery guest Quentin Baker couldn't hide his out-of-control emotions, and shouted in disbelief: "Saturday? Who is Saturday?"

"Saturday?"

  Peter Parker muttered to himself: "I remember, Mr. Tony Stark's second-generation artificial intelligence is called 'Friday'."

"What did you say?!"

  Quentin Baker put his hands directly on Peter Parker's shoulders, and his pupils were turbulent like an earthquake. As a smart person, he instantly connected many previous things together.

  But why did I involuntarily ask that question?

  Quentin Baker's eyes were dull for a while.

   "What day is it today?"

   "What day is it today?"

   "What day is it today?"

  The cold mechanical words suddenly echoed in Quentin Baker's mind.

  Since last week, when the first cooperation with Ultron was reached, Ultron has raised this question for no reason.

at first.

  Quentin Baker also felt strange, and after a week of repeated interviews every day, Quentin Baker also got used to it, and took this as a secret signal with the artificial intelligence Ultron.

  So.

  Just now, the moment when the artificial intelligence Edith was about to be obtained from Spider-Man Peter Parker.

  Being overly excited and nervous in my heart, I couldn't help but think of the artificial intelligence Ultron, and thought of this Ultron's most asked question, a daily question that he knew so well that he used it as a secret code.

  Whether it is to confirm whether the other party is still watching, or to receive hypnotic hints in his heart, he opened his mouth and raised it naturally in an instant——

   "What day is it today?"

  Yes, today is indeed Saturday, which is also the day that Quentin Baker and Ultron set up last week.

   What if "Saturday" is also an existing name?

  Since Iron Man's second-generation artificial intelligence is called Friday, it is normal to have an artificial intelligence called Saturday, right?

  Quentin Baker felt a chill rushing up his spine. From the first meeting, the other party had already begun to implant hints to himself, and was secretly manipulating the overall situation.

  For the arrival of this moment tonight.

  Quentin Baker suddenly trembled all over, grabbed the glasses from Peter Parker's hand, and shouted in a calm and calm manner: "Edith, I want to control Stark's global security network!"

   "No permission, your permission was removed ten seconds ago."

"how so…"

   Mysterious guest Quentin Baker's eyes turned red, and then he turned his angry eyes to Peter Parker.

   "What's the matter, Mr. Quentin Baker? What happened?"

  Peter Parker didn't understand why the mystery guest suddenly changed completely, and the previous character design changed completely.

  The duck in hand flew away.

  Mysterious guest Quentin Baker was already mad, and couldn't bear it any longer: "Stop pretending. You already knew it, right? It's cooperating with Stark Industries' artificial intelligence to play with me?"

   "Spider-Man, I want you dead!"

  Mysterious guest's mature Fang Zheng's face became distorted and hideous due to anger.

  …

  The other side.

  New York, Lake House.

   "Saturday, Saturday."

  Happy Hogan's round face turned pale, and he suddenly showed a difficult smile: "So, Morgan's artificial intelligence is called Saturday."

   "Happy, what's wrong with that?"

  Pepper Potts also sensed something was wrong from Happy Hogan's expression.

"me…"

  Happy Hogan glanced at Pepper and Morgan, smiled wryly and said, "I was confused last week, and I may have made a small mistake..."

   "Small mistake?" Pepper Potts was about to continue asking.

  But at this time.

  Outside the wooden house, there was a strange noise. The sound came from the closed garage next to the wooden house.

   "Listen to me."

  Happy Hogan's forehead was full of cold sweat, and he spit out in an accelerated tone: "Last week, I handed over my Stark Industries authority to Saturday."

   "What did you say?" Pepper Potts froze.

  …

  Inside the empty garage and studio.

  Lights that were as bright as daylight suddenly lit up in rows, from the outside of the garage where several luxury cars were parked, to the inside of the private studio that used to be Iron Man Tony Stark.

  Deep in the garage.

  Two two-meter-high glass booths are like the dust of the most cutting-edge technological works, and there are two nano-suits, one big and one small, one male and one female, one gold red and one silver blue.

Under the light, the nano-metal suit has a perfect assembly line design and manufacturing arc, and all kinds of scattered and fine parts are seamlessly connected from head to toe. That craftsmanship is definitely not what the so-called top luxury cars from major manufacturers outside the garage. Comparable.

  Since the death of Iron Man Tony Stark, for more than half a year, these steel battle suits, which have been advanced in energy and technology generation by generation, and have fought against various villains, are only displayed here as relics.

until today.

  A streak of piercing white light suddenly glowed in the metal eye sockets of the gold-red nano-suit, and the earth's ultimate technological weapon that had been placed in dust for a long time suddenly moved.

  Boom!

  The glass battle suit booth burst open from the inside out.

  A steel battle suit stepped out as if it was controlled by humans. It was a little shaky at first, but after only five seconds, it began to move its body parts smoothly.

   "I still have the feeling of having a 'human body', I'm getting used to it."

  A ray of virtual static consciousness emerges from the steel suit, which is naturally Yi Meng, the incarnation of artificial intelligence.

  Manipulating this nano-metal suit easily, Yimeng looked at herself through the perspective of the garage camera under her control.

  The metal mask is bronzing gold, and the body surface is mostly red coating.

  There is a hexagonal-shaped new element energy slot core on the chest, which serves as the center for energy supply to the whole body, and the body presents a crafted arc in the shape of a human and muscle.

  As soon as Yimeng settled in, he knew that this armor was the last masterpiece of Iron Man Tony Stark, and it was also the same type of armor that he fought against Thanos in the final battle.

  Built-in technologies, including nano-repair, nano-transformation, tactical laser, laser turret, engine burst, stable suspension, cooling injection, tracking and navigation, target locking, signal enhancement, virtual projection, oxygen supply, shockproof fire prevention, underwater operations, etc.

   "If you go out like this, I'm afraid people will mistakenly think that Iron Man has returned from resurrection, right?"

  Yimeng looked at the nano-metal suit with part of his mind, and couldn't help but come up with such an idea.

  Actually, Yi Meng doesn't care about other people's opinions.

   What he cares about is that there is barely one person in this Marvel dream world, and he really doesn't want to destroy the girl's great image of her dead father.

  Yi dreamed here, and when the artificial intelligence's thoughts moved, an auxiliary robot next to it immediately started to move.

  This auxiliary robot has the function of painting.

  …

   Ten seconds later.

   When Pepper Potts and Happy Hogan hurried to the garage door, with a roar, the garage dome suddenly burst open, and a dark black nano-metal armor shot up into the sky!

  (end of this chapter)