On the road, speeding red sports car.

Natasha shook down the side window again, and the sports car rushed in the wind, sprinting fearlessly against the violent airflow.

"Where are we going now?" Maya asked loudly in the back seat.

"Go to Stark's house."

"Why are you going there?"

Natasha didn't reply directly, and asked instead: "You should almost talk about the desperate situation."

"I thought I've told you what that is."

"More detailed." Natasha said with a serious expression, her tone closer to the command.

Maya thought for a while and explained: "The desperate virus...is something similar to the super warrior serum, but unlike the serum, it is a bioelectric technology. The virus is included in the transmission fluid and stored in billions of nanotubes. Like the original super warrior serum, it can take effect with just one needle."

"We've just seen this," Natasha said, "but what I care about now is - what will happen to the person who was injected before that? Are there any risks?"

"Of course, the desperate virus has not been perfected yet. It will crack the repair center of the human body - where our brain controls the entire body structure diagram. When we are injured, that part of the brain will allow the body to repair the wound. The principle of the effect of the desperate virus on the human body is to transform the repair center."

Maya stopped and thought for a while, and after making a wording, she continued: "In the first stage, the human body became a big wound essentially, and the structure of the human body system was replaced by the menopause system, and the brain judged that there was something wrong with the body. Then the virus will order the body to transport nutrients in the vein to maintain the injected life. Within the next two or three days, the injected person will have scabs and become unconscious."

She took a deep breath.

"As you can imagine, it's very cruel. The virus uses nutrients and the body to create better body organs."

"Indeed, that's too bad." Natasha said.

"Wait...Is someone injected the desperate situation?" Maya asked.

"Stuck." Natasha replied, "He's dying."

Maya was stunned: "That...it's so bad."

Natasha stomped on the accelerator, and the motor roared louder, and the sports car was rushing out like a wild horse that broke away from its reins.

Stark's home.

Eric had long thought of visiting Stark's residence. He was deeply impressed by this uniquely shaped water building in the movie, but he never thought that the first visit would be with the dying master.

"Verification passed, welcome back, sir." Jarvis' friendly and gentle voice rang out as he passed the security door of the laboratory, "but your physical condition is not optimistic, sir."

"Thank you, Lao Ja," Tony said weakly as if his bones were pulled away by Eric, "I noticed it too."

Eric had already removed his armor when he landed at Stark's house. He led him to the laboratory according to Tony's instructions and threw him on the sofa.

"Well, your lab, we're here." Eric said, "What's going on now?"

Tony raised his hand with great difficulty and pointed to the direction of the glass cabinet displaying the Iron Man armor, looking like a dying person.

"My...armor, briefcase over there."

Eric found a red and gold briefcase in the direction of his finger, with a password dial installed at the opening, which was obviously a set of folding armor.

"New armor?" Eric frowned, "I don't think how your new model of armor can save you."

"This is a new model. It was inspired by your armor." Tony said with great effort. "Your armor directly links to the nervous system. Not only is it very convenient to operate, but the armor can in turn increase the operator's awareness and reaction ability. So I also tried to develop a new armor established through neural links."

He gasped and continued: "The fire-breathing boy said to me arrogantly that the desperate virus he injected me would act on my nervous system and destroy... destroy my nerve repair center, causing huge load on the whole body by the nervous system."

Eric reacted: "If your nerves are linked to the armor system, you hope the armor can share it for you."

Tony nodded: "Theoretically, this set of armor can increase my personal reaction ability and improve my combat awareness. At the same time, it should also be able to share the burden on my nervous system... But it has not been tested yet. It is made entirely from memory metal. Powering on can help it form quickly, and the molecular structure will make it indestructible, and the internal structure will be compressed to about 90%, which is harder, faster and lighter than all my armors now. If it can help me survive this disaster..."

"...I will be one with the armor."

More than ten years ago.

The war seemed to have suddenly come to this town, and the town started to burn overnight. The buildings were pushed down and people died one after another. The smell of choking smoke filled the sky, and the thick smoke covered the sun, and the only trace of hope remained engulfed.

The aftermath of the nightmare has not yet ended. Before the people who survived the hellish two-hour battle had time to be happy, a small half died unfortunately in the aftermath of the explosion. These new things dropped by the US military seem to be called "loose pod bombs". Countless undetonated explosives are scattered throughout the town like landmines, and everyone is within its claws.

"Is anyone?"

A boy's hysterical shout echoed in his voice with a desperate cry in his voice.

"Whoever please! Help me!" he cried, "My sister...she was pressed under here!"

The boy's hands were soaked in blood. He followed a faint sound from his sister's depths of the ruins, and dug to this point with his desperate effort. A huge rock below intercepted them like a natural chasm.

He hated that he hadn't been born stronger, and that might not be as helpless as he is now.

"Ginny, listen, you have to hold on! Can you hear me?"

There was no reply. The already shaky ruins collapsed mercilessly, and tons of gravel poured into a deep pit like a countercurrent, swallowing the boy's desperate shouting.

A piece of missile shrapnel rolled to the boy's feet, and he picked it up in a daze with the words "STARK" printed on it.

More than ten years later, at this moment.

"Melon?"

Killian's shouts brought the young man back to his senses.

"Yes, boss."

Time has allowed his body to grow, but for Mellon, he still stayed in the dark day more than a decade ago. Since then, he has died, leaving only a walking corpse, driven by the desire for revenge.

And now, everyone on this armed helicopter was similar to him, and everyone had the same purpose.

"Don't get lost, focus," Killian said. "We've found them. Maya Hansen - the woman who can completely become perfect creatures - seems to be heading towards Stark's residence, killing two birds with one stone. Are everyone ready?"
Chapter completed!