After sending out 2B and Tifa, Lauren locked himself in the laboratory again. This time, he planned to start researching nanotechnology.
Previously, the system had rewarded him with a blueprint for manufacturing nano-armor, but from last night until now, his energy had been spent on Viper.
He simply had no time to study that blueprint. Now, with everyone gone, he finally had time to himself again.
Although the system rewarded him with a blueprint for nano-armor, he was very clear that the application of nanotechnology was not limited to armor.
There were simply too many places this technology could be applied, such as combining it with general-purpose combat robot technology, plus ultra-strong materials like Vibranium or Adamantium Alloy.
Then he could create a brand new upgraded version of the general-purpose combat robot, which was also his next key research direction.
The reason he sent 2B and Tifa to get Vibranium and raw Adamantium Alloy was precisely for this purpose.
Late at night, inside a secret Base of S.H.I.E.L.D.
A handsome man with a solid build and a very shapely butt was quietly lying on the hospital bed.
From the electrocardiogram monitor graph beside the bed, it was clear that the man's vital signs were very stable.
Looking at his current appearance in deep sleep, no one would have thought that this man had been frozen for over 70 years.
"Are you sure he's someone who lived through World War II? How does he look younger than me!"
Looking at Stephen Rogers quietly lying on the bed, Tony Stark frowned, feeling it was very unbelievable.
You know, if according to Nick Fury, the man lying on the hospital bed at this moment was from the same era as his Father.
According to the normal flow of time, the man in front of him should have been an old man long ago.
Although many science fiction movies have mentioned human cryopreservation technology to achieve long-distance interstellar travel.
But science fiction movies are just science fiction movies after all. Such technology has not appeared in reality, at least not at the current stage.
However, the appearance of the man in front of him at this moment served as proof that this science fiction concept was completely feasible.
And as a technological genius, he was naturally very interested in this, so much so that he couldn't help but reach out to touch the other person's body.
But just then, the man who had been lying quietly suddenly grabbed his hand.
Then he quickly flipped over and pressed him onto the hospital bed like a prisoner.
"Where is this place? And who are you?"
While pressing down on Tony Stark, the man looked around the environment with an extremely solemn expression.
"Hey, Stephen Rogers, relax, we have no ill intentions and are not your enemies."
Just then, Nick Fury, standing aside, looked calmly at Captain America, who had been asleep for 70 years, and slowly spoke.
"I'll say it again, where is this place? And who are you?"
Looking at the unfamiliar environment and people, Rogers was extremely vigilant and dared not trust anyone.
"Hehehe, just talk, can you stop pressing your big stick on my butt?
Also, can you let go of me first? My neck is numb from your pressing. Can't you see I'm injured?"
Just then, Tony Stark, who was pressed onto the hospital bed by Rogers, said speechlessly, looking utterly dejected.
Last night, he was beaten like a dog by a Silver-haired woman, which was already miserable enough.
Now, his injuries haven't healed yet, and he's being pressed onto the bed by a man again.
The key is that he's even pressing that thing against his butt. This feeling is really terrible.
"Shut up!" Rogers was in no mood to listen to Tony Stark's dark humor jokes at this moment.
"This is a secret Base of S.H.I.E.L.D., and I am the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. - Nick Fury.
The guy you're pressing down like a salted fish is called Tony Stark.
He is the son of your old friend Howard Stark. In terms of seniority, he should call you Uncle Rogers."
Nick Fury explained calmly while signaling Rogers to relax.
And upon hearing him say that, whether Rogers relaxed or not was unknown, but Tony Stark became anxious.
"What the f*ck, don't just claim relations with me. I don't have a popsicle uncle like that!"
"Howard Stark's son? No, that's impossible. When I knew Howard, he didn't have children yet!"
"Yes, because you knew him 70 years ago, Captain. It's already 70 years later now. You've been asleep the whole time!"
"!!!!"
Hearing Nick Fury's words, Stephen Rogers was completely stunned.
At the same time, segments of memories he had temporarily forgotten surged in like a tide.
And the past memories finally stopped at him piloting the plane and crashing into a bitterly cold sea area. After that, he couldn't remember anything!
He slowly released Tony Stark, stood rooted to the spot, his eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Captain, are you okay?" Seeing Rogers calm down, Nick Fury frowned and asked curiously.
"Yes, I'm fine, it's just.... I still have a date..."
"A date? Oh, that's really a shame. It's been 70 years, your date is probably...
Sorry, I didn't mean to hit you hard, but this is truly a great regret!"
Tony Stark said with a look of regret while gently twisting his neck, which was a bit sore from being pressed by Stephen Rogers.
Although his mouth was always unforgiving when he had a point, he wouldn't joke about someone else's pain at a time like this.
"It is indeed a regret, but it's not necessarily irreparable," Nick Fury said meaningfully from the side.
"Irreparable? What do you mean?" Hearing Nick Fury's words, the light of hope rekindled in Captain America's eyes.
"Your date should be Peggy Carter, right! She's still alive, just a bit old."
As Nick Fury spoke, he winked at Natasha on the side.
Natasha immediately understood and handed a piece of paper to Stephen.
"This is the address of the hospital she is in. After your accident back then, she has been waiting for you.
To be honest, we didn't know about the relationship between you and Ms. Peggy.
It was she who, after learning about you, contacted us on her own initiative and gave us this address."
Taking the paper from Natasha, Stephen nodded with a complex expression, "Thank you!"
"It's nothing, it's what we should do. Hurry up and go to your date that's 70 years late!
Natasha, go escort him. After sleeping for 70 years, he might not be able to keep up with this era for a while."
"Yes!" Natasha nodded and prepared to take Captain America away.
But just then, an alarm sounded throughout the S.H.I.E.L.D. secret Base.
At the same time, the lights in the room also went out. Clearly, someone had turned off the power switch.
"What's going on? Is there a power shortage after 70 years?" Captain America asked with a puzzled look.
"..."
"It's not a power shortage, but our network system has been hacked. This is the fifth time this month. Just get used to it."
Natasha said helplessly while turning on the flashlight she had prepared beforehand and then turning on the backup power system.
"Holy crap, the fifth time? Today seems to be the 5th of this month, right? Once a day? Who's so wicked?"
Tony Stark looked stunned, thinking he had misheard.
"Besides that damn brat Lauren, who else do you think it could be? Motherf*cker, doing this every day, is there no end?"
Listening to the piercing alarm, Nick Fury was filled with rage and had the urge to kill.
But just then, a guard soldier rushed in.
"Sir, this is bad. Our Base has been robbed. The shield you asked me to prepare is suddenly gone."
"What!! F*ck that @#￥% Lauren, I'll f*ck %$#@%# Lauren." Nick Fury.
"A shield? What shield?" Listening to Nick Fury's mouth full of curses, Captain America frowned, looking puzzled.
"It's the Adamantium Alloy shield you used before!" Natasha sighed, looking helpless.
"What! I @#￥&%"
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