"Sherry?" Wanda frowned and looked at the delicate and realistic blue-haired girl, "Serious?"

"I'm sorry, Sister Wanda, Mr. Paso, but I have no choice. I have to listen to him." Shirley waved her hand gently.

Michael saw that his various permissions on the armor were disappearing in the helmet interface, and the functions of all modules were turned off. In the end, even the movement of the suit and hands and feet were locked. The exoskeleton power system was completely trapped in Shirley's control, and the entire set of armor became a bulky burden. Without the power to assist him, he could not even move a finger.

"I have admired the design of Mr. Stark's armor, and I have to say that it is indeed a work of art. In terms of Earth Technology, it is incredible enough to do that. And you, Mr. Paso... I can only think of a suitable word for your design."

The robot 451 sided his head and held up his chin, looking a little like a living person.

"Miracle," he said.

"Thank you for the compliments." 451 did not limit the speakers in his armor. Michael looked at the robot through the display screen. "I am honored to be able to get the compliment of the last creation left by a race that once stood at the peak of technology."

451 "Oh" said: "So, the leader of death told you my origin."

"I assume that what he said is true?"

"It seems to be." 451    Hold up his hands and glanced at Shirley, "Give back the movement of the limbs to Mr. Paso, but all weapon systems still have to be locked, and he cannot have any intention of escaping or destroying the spacecraft."

"Yes, sir." Shirley immediately did.

Michael's hands and feet in the built-in interface of the helmet were quickly unlocked, and he felt that control of his limbs immediately returned to his hands.

"Well, interesting." 451 said, "You don't seem to have a big reaction compared to Tony Stark. You don't seem too angry about the fact that your armor was taken away, because you don't rely on your own suit as much as he did? Or do you think you have any other means to counter it?"

"You can guess." Michael said indifferently.

451 Check again his control over Shirley and the Divine Realm Armor.

"If you want me to say you might be bluffing." The robot seemed to be quite confident in its technology. "Although the creation of my race designed me as a record-type machine, I do not have any armed power, but they also have quite high attainments in technology besides weapons. Let's put it that way, Mr. Paso, if I want, I can hack any computers in this universe, even if you are ten times more talented, there will be no change."

"I have no doubts," said Michael.

"But you ignored a little bit, bastard." Wanda snorted coldly, took a step forward, and a crimson aura burst out of his body. "Whatever your skills are, you can't blacken me."

This is why she doesn't like fighting with armor, computers, etc. She prefers to rely on the power she can control. Because you never know whether a group of guys with technology that are beyond your understanding will emerge in the unknown world, turning your supercomputer into cerebral palsy in minutes.

"No, Miss Maximov, I have forgotten nothing."

451 carried his hands on his back, not even moving. But Shirley and Michael moved at the same time. Shirley stretched out the barrel of the gun in her palm, and Michael raised the pulse light cannon of her left and right. They pointed directly at Wanda, clamping her in the middle like a sandwich cookie.

"I'm very sorry, Sister Wanda, but this is really not a good idea," Shirley said.

"Don't be impulsive, Wanda," Michael said.

Wanda glanced at him, bit his lip, and finally put down his arm, removing the chaotic magic that was lingering all over his body.

"Is this OK? Machine slut?" she said viciously to 451.

451 smiled: "Of course, Miss Maximov. You'd better keep up next, because you still have some help. According to my observations, the chances of following Mr. Paso will be much higher if you follow Mr. Paso."

Wanda frowned and didn't say anything. She glanced at Michael again, but found that the other party didn't look at her again. She found that this was always the case - she could never read any useful messages from Michael's expression, and could only blindly hope for her confidence in him.

He can always solve any difficulties, and never have any exceptions. Even God has defeated him. What is this mere robot?

"Very good, it seems we have reached an agreement." 451 turned around, "Then let's come here together, I'll let you meet your old friends first."

Michael said: "Now you should almost talk about it? When the Death Head was talking to you just now, you said you called me to come over? Now I'm here, do you mind telling me why?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Paso." 451 said slowly, "You'll know."

They followed behind 451 through the bent corridor and came to the cockpit of the spacecraft. Sure enough, they saw their old friend, Iron Man, sitting upright in a seat, motionless as if he was cast in a fixed manner. It was obvious that his armor was in the same condition as Michael.

Tony was surprised when he saw several people coming in: "It's you?"

"Long time no see, Mr. Stark" Michael walked in naturally, "You don't look like you are in a good condition."

Tony frowned, looked at him, and then looked at the 451 following him.

"So you know what this robot does?"

"Know."

Tony immediately understood. He was not happy about hitting a familiar face in this predicament, but instead became even more worried.

It's one thing to get this evil robot to gain control of Iron Man's armor, but Black Knight?

With this guy, he had no doubt that 451 now had the combat power to sweep a planet.

And to make matters worse, he already knew what the real purpose of 451 hope was, and he was worried that the Black Knight would become the key piece to make the robot's conspiracy succeed.

"You shouldn't be here, this is stupid." Tony muttered, "You're throwing yourself into the trap."

"The guy who is talking is now trapped in his armor and can't move."

"You're not the same." Tony retorted.

"Okay, don't argue about this, gentlemen." 451 came out to interrupt, "I know you are all more or less dissatisfied with me, and they are also puzzled why I took a lot of effort to get you here. Mr. Stark actually knew that according to the original plan, I should have succeeded now, but something happened a little...a little accident. This is why I have to take action...."

"Offer," Michael said suddenly, "Although I'm happy to enter the 'villain explanation' stage, I'm generally more willing to be the kidnapped rather than the one I'm tied up in this stage. The only purpose of my accompanying you here is to confirm with your own eyes that Iron Man is indeed on this ship, and since this purpose has been achieved, then you see..."

He raised his right palm and aimed the cannon at 451.

“... Maybe you should rethink it.”

451 squinted his eyes: "I thought you would be a little smarter. Shirley, let me get rid of him...well???"

451 looked at Shirley in surprise and found that the girl was drooping her head, with long hair hanging down, and her whole body was motionless, like an electric toy with power unplugged.
Chapter completed!