Chapter 322 Night Green

"Where did you get this satellite, this design blueprint?!"

Stark stared wide-eyed at Ling Zhan, his face filled with astonishment, as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

Stark was very surprised by Ling Zhan's initiative to visit him.

After all, he was the one who always invited Ling Zhan over, and even then, Ling Zhan didn't always agree.

(There aren't many people who get invited by the renowned Stark himself, and that despicable Ling Zhan doesn't appreciate it. Well, maybe women would appreciate it more.)

However, Ling Zhan acted out of character today and came to Stark's place on his own initiative, which was extremely rare.

When Ling Zhan pulled out the satellite design drawings, he was so astonished he couldn't close his mouth.

He stared at the design drawing in disbelief, his mind filled with doubt and shock.

This design drawing looks extremely complex, with various data and technical parameters densely marked on it, clearly indicating that it was meticulously designed.

The more Stark looked at it, the more convinced he became that it couldn't possibly be something Ling Zhan had designed himself.

It's important to understand that while satellites are relatively easy to build, designing such advanced functions is by no means simple. With current technology, the functions in this satellite are absolutely top-tier, and perhaps very few people could actually replicate them.

(If Stark knew about Pym Particles, he'd probably rub his eyes again.)

"Ahem, just read it first, don't worry about where I got it from."

Ling Zhan felt a little uneasy as Stark stared intently at him.

He pondered to himself that he really needed to think carefully about how to deal with Stark's question, since this set of things didn't seem to belong to him.

"That satellite looks like it's used to transmit something. Can you tell me what it is?"

Stark asked curiously.

Ling Zhan chuckled twice and replied vaguely, "Haha, well, you'll find out when the time comes."

"Alright, alright, this is a huge project, it'll definitely cause a lot of noise, this place isn't suitable."

As Stark spoke, he paced back and forth in the room, pondering the potential impact of the satellite.

He knew very well that the satellite's capabilities were extraordinary, but he also understood that such a large commotion would definitely attract the attention of organizations like S.H.I.E.L.D.

It seems we'll have to unleash his financial power again; there's basically nothing money can't solve.

"Alright, you can keep the things here. You can take this stone."

Ling Zhan handed Stark a stone wrapped in something like tin foil and instructed him, "You can study this, just don't destroy it. It will be very useful once the satellite is manufactured."

Seeing Ling Zhan's mysterious demeanor, Stark was somewhat curious, but he chose to trust him, since Ling Zhan was never one to lie to people.

"Take your time to look at the design drawings. There's a lot of content, and I'm sure you'll find it interesting."

Ling Zhan said with a smile.

Afterwards, Ling Zhan declined Stark's invitation and left directly.

Ling Zhan knew very well that now that the item had been handed over to Stark, he would definitely study it carefully.

He also wanted to see what surprises the unique technology of the Marvel universe would bring him.

To be honest, he wouldn't have come to Stark if it weren't for the mandatory requirements after the system update.

The system was updated again not long ago, and the speed was quite fast.

According to the system, this update was to prepare for potential future crises, so it automatically completed the update for him and provided him with all the technology from the Light and Shadow Armor for free.

Not only that, the system also gave him a task, requiring him to make the Light and Shadow Armor appear in the real world, but fortunately there was no time limit.

In that case, there's quite a bit of room for maneuver.

Of course, he had to pray that Stark didn't suddenly have a "flash of inspiration".

His "flash of inspiration" often brings unexpected results.

Sometimes, you either go from being a god to being a monster, or you go from being a monster to being a monster.

Although Ling Zhan had never experienced it before, he was still quite scared.

However, despite these concerns and uncertainties, Ling Zhan decided to trust Stark.

After all, trust needs no reason.

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The streets were silent in the dead of night. The dim light of the streetlights cast dappled shadows on the ground.

The streets were unusually deserted tonight, except for the ever-present homeless people, who lingered and rested in the alleys.

"Tonight, I'm having a great time, uh," one of the middle-aged men said, hiccuping. He was walking unsteadily, clearly having drunk quite a bit.

“Me too,” another man chimed in, his face also flushed, clutching a nearly empty bottle of liquor tightly in his hand, taking sips every now and then.

These two men are good friends. They agreed to drink together tonight, and before they knew it, they were already this late.

They walked aimlessly along the road, sharing their recent daily lives and work experiences.

"Uh... I'm telling you, tonight... tonight we're definitely not leaving until we're completely drunk!"

The slightly overweight man suddenly raised his voice, his tone revealing a hint of boldness.

"Okay...okay, tonight...I'll definitely keep you company to the very end!"

Another man quickly responded, his voice also somewhat slurred due to the effects of alcohol.

As they talked, they continued walking forward, their spirits rising higher and higher.

They, who had been arm in arm, now separated and each poured themselves a drink, wanting to get drunk.

However, when they picked up the bottle again, they found it was completely empty, and not a single drop of wine could be poured out.

"Disappointment!"

The two casually tossed the worthless wine bottle onto the ground.

With a loud bang, the bottle shattered on the ground.

Although the noise wasn't loud, it was enough to wake up some homeless people lying on the ground in the quiet night.

The homeless people were startled awake by the sudden noise.

They groggily raised their heads, looking around warily, but when they found it was just two drunkards throwing bottles, they lay back down reassured and went back to sleep.

The two men scoffed at the homeless people and continued walking without a care in the world.

On the rooftop of a three-story building not far from them, a pair of bright green lights were staring intently at them.

The green light, like a laser, was projected directly onto their backs, as if it were aimed at them.

"Hey, Carlton, you...you...what's that green thing behind you?"

"Huh? No, that's all. How strange?" Knight scratched his head, muttering to himself that maybe he had drunk too much and was hallucinating.

The two exchanged a glance, both feeling somewhat puzzled, but neither delved into it, as drinking was their primary concern at the moment.

So they ignored the mysterious green light and continued to stagger forward.

However, the green light did not disappear.

Like a ghost, it always followed closely behind the two, constantly projecting its image onto them from different positions as they moved.

It appears for a while, then disappears.

Although the green light's behavior was somewhat strange, neither of them paid much attention to it.

After all, they had just drunk quite a bit and their minds were still a little hazy, so they assumed it was just a hallucination caused by being drunk.

The two of them had unknowingly walked a distance together.

As they walked under a streetlamp, they suddenly felt themselves bump into something. It was hard and stiff, like flesh.

"Who? Who is it!" the two shouted at the same time, their voices tinged with annoyance.

“No, no, it has eyes.” another person muttered.

"Hululu..."

The two men looked up, still wanting to curse, but despite having drunk a lot of alcohol, they were so frightened into a cold sweat and became much more sober.

"Monster!"

Carlton and Knight turned to run away, but because Carlton had been ahead, he wasn't fast enough and was pounced on by the pitch-black monster.

"what……"

Carlton let out a piercing scream that echoed through the silent night, sending chills down everyone's spine.

However, the screams soon stopped.

"Carlton! Get off him!"

Seeing his friend being pounced on by the monster, Knight was frantic. Without hesitation, he pulled out his Truth and unleashed a barrage of fire at the monster.

Gunfire erupted; this is essentially an indispensable part of America.

Ideals are beautiful, and reality is very skinny.

Knight's burst of bullets hit the monster as if it were hitting a metal plate, causing absolutely no damage.

The monster looked up, and a green light shone on Knight before it pounced on him.

"what!"

Knight's scream pierced the night sky, filled with despair and fear.

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