Marvel: The Rise of Little Iron Man

The night style of New Mexico is cold, blowing on the face like a small knife.

Colson's convoy finally stopped outside a temporary camp. The scientific research truck, which was regarded as a "criminal tool", was parked alone in the middle of the open space, like a sheep that had been plucked out.

The car door opened open, and several S.H.I.E.L.D. agentsWearing gloves, he carefully carried out the equipment inside one by one, classified, labeled and boxed, and acted as if he was dealing with biological and chemical weapons.

"Tsk."

Paul put his hands in his trouser pockets and walked around the dilapidated truck, with a complicated sound of disgust and appreciation.

This car is simply a mobile electronic garbage dump.

A huge, rusty satellite receiver was welded to the roof of the car, and several antennas pointed crookedly to the sky. In the carriage, all kinds of screens, lines and motherboards are entangled together, which is as chaotic as a thread hole.

However, in the eyes of Paul, a top engineer, this pile of "garbage" sparks with wisdom.

"Cole SON," Paul pointed to a device made of old-fashioned cameras and telescopes, "Is this a self-made spectrometer? Fixed with tape? Genius."

He pointed to a buzzing server, and the cooling fan on it was actually modified by the fan of the desktop computer.

"And this, in order to save costs, several consumer-grade hard disks have been formed into a RAID array. The person who wrote this set of drivers is definitely a master, and he is crazy poor."

His comments were accurate and poisonous, which made the corners of Colson's eyes twitch when he heard it.

He only saw the mess and danger, while Paul seemed to be visiting an art exhibition, commenting on the ingenuity and shortcomings of each exhibit.

"I really want to recruit the owner of this car into my company," Paul finally concluded with a hint of regret in his tone. "Unfortunately, you have to offend him first."

Colson coughed dryly and was about to explain that this was a standard process when a sudden brake sound cut through the night sky.

An old off-road vehicle stopped in a tail-swinging posture, the door was pushed open, and a woman in a brown jacket and a ponytail jumped down angrily.

She was followed by a slightly fat girl with glasses and a middle-aged man who looked a little panicked.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stit it!"

Jane Foster like oneThe angry-haired lioness rushed directly to the agent who was carrying the equipment, completely ignoring the weapons around their waists.

"Those are my things! Why do you touch my things!" Her voice was a little sharp because of anger, but it was full of unquestionable firmness.

"Jane! Calm down!" Dr. Eric Sevig followed closely, grabbed her arm, and his face turned pale.

He saw clearly the battle of this group of people, the uniform black uniform, the calm eyes, and the aura that did not belong to any known law enforcement department. These people absolutely can't afford to provoke.

"We can't calm down, Eric!" Jane shook off his hand and said, "That's all our research results! Our whole life's efforts!"

Daisy Lewis next to him held a tablet computer and muttered in a low voice, "It's over. I just said that we would be treated as terrorists. They look like the men in black in the movie."

Colson stepped forward with his signature gentle smile on his face, trying to control the scene.

"Dr. Foster, I'm Agent Colson of the Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau. We have reason to believe that your equipment is related to an abnormal celestial event. We need..."

"I don't care which bureau you belong to!" Jane interrupted him unceremoniously, "This is an illegal search! It's a robbery! I want my lawyer!"

She is like a hairy cat with sharp thorns all over her body.

Paul watched with interest on the side.

This is much more exciting than the performance in the movie. Jane Foster in the movie is just a little bit of an axis, and the real person is simply a fight against Buddha in the scientific world.

Seeing that Colson's "kind" diplomatic strategy was about to go bankrupt, Paul knew that it was time for him to come out.

He walked slowly and stood in front of Jane.

"It's useless to shout at the throat." His voice was not loud, but he succeeded in attracting everyone's attention. "There is no precedent for returning what they have taken."

Jane Foster's anger instantly transferred to the young man who suddenly emerged.

She looked at Paul up and down. The other party was wearing an expensive casual suit, and her temperament was out of place with this desolate Gobi.

"Who are you again? Are you with them?"

"Paul Stark." Paul introduced himself with a playful smile on his face. "In a sense, it is their... creditor and technical consultant."

Stark?

This surname made Jane, Eric and Daisy stunned for a moment.

"You are the one from Stark Industries..." Dr. Eric's expression became more complicated.

"That's right, it's that Stark." Paul shrugged his shoulders, and then looked back at Jane, "Dr. Foster, I have to say that your research equipment...It's very creative."

He repeated what he had just said to Colson in a tone more like a peer-to-peer communication.

"Building a system that can track wormholes with second-hand equipment is frankly more interesting than the project that our company spent billions on."

This sudden praise made Jane's prepared anger hold back, and she was a little confused.

"But," Paul turned around, "fun is interesting, and now they have been confiscated. No matter how much you protest, the result will not change.

Jane's face sank again, and her fists clenched unconsciously.

Paul looked into her eyes, which showed anger, unwillingness and a trace of despair.

He sighed, as if he had made up his mind.

"Well, let's talk about a deal."

He took out his mobile phone and stroked his fingers on the screen at will.

"I can't help you get your research data back. They are now estimated to have become the property of S.H.I.E.L.D. However, I can compensate you for your equipment.

He raised his head and looked straight at Jane.

"A brand-new mobile laboratory, all equipment is the best on the market. Radio telescopes, spectral analyzers, atmospheric sensors... You list them and I'll buy them all."

The air became quiet in an instant.

Eric and Daisy's mouths were so open that they could stuff an egg. They looked at Paul as if they were looking at a creature from an alien planet.

This is no longer sending coal in the snow, but directly sending a golden mountain.

Jane Foster was also stunned. She had envisaged countless consequences, being arrested, warned, and even treated as crazy, but she never thought it would be like this.

The heir of a technology giant wants to fully support her, an unknown marginal scholar who is regarded as a heretic by the mainstream scientific community?

"It's not just equipment." Paul's voice is like a devil's whisper, full of temptation, "I can also fund all your research funds for the next five years and set up an independent laboratory for you. How about it?"

The condition he set is a dream that no scientist can refuse.

However, after the initial shock, Jane Foster's eyes slowly cooled down.

She looked at Paul's young but overly calm face, looked at the merchant-like shrewdness in his eyes, and the vigilance in her heart overwhelmed the surprise.

"Why did you do this?" She asked coldly.

"Because I'm interested in your research." Paul answered naturally, "I'm interested in anything that may subvert the world."

"So, do you think money can buy my dream?" There was a hint of sarcasm in Jane's tone.

"Money can't buy dreams, but it can give wings to dreams." Paul smiled softly, "If you don't have money, your dream can only be parked on the roof of this shabby truck, right?"

This sentence was like a needle, accurately piercing Jane's most vulnerable place.

She looked at the equipment that had been packed away and assembled by herself. It was the efforts of her and her father for two generations, and it was her whole support to look up at the starry sky.

Now, everything is empty.

Silence spread in the cold night breeze.

Eric grinned at her anxiously and signaled her to agree quickly. This is simply a good thing that a pie falls from the sky.

For a long time, Jane Foster took a deep breath, as if she had exhausted all her strength.

She raised her head and stared at Paul with burning eyes. There was a stubborn flame burning in her beautiful eyes.

"Mr. Stark, I... can consider your proposal."

Just when Paul thought that the matter had been settled, she turned around.

"However, it's not just a matter of money."