You said:第二十三章 要出现的敌人 注视着罗迪开始自暴自弃地追着女孩子,和那些可爱的比基尼女郎们疯狂地嬉戏,耍闹,似乎想用这种方式来证明自己并非是一个GAY,周易只能无奈地摇了摇头.作为一个在花花公子这一行业浸淫多年的老手,周易只能表示罗迪想的还是太简单了. 这可不是什么悠闲自得,单凭肌肉就能钓妹子的学生时代,这里所有的女孩都是切实的功利主义者,基本上都是一门心思想挤进好莱坞这个巨大名利场的家伙.对于她们而言,你一个区区的美军上校,还真不如他和托尼这两个切实的亿万富豪来的吸引人. 更可况光是拼男性魅力,你一个黑的好像碳一样的家伙,还真是不怎么占优势.别的不说,拼长相,大家欧亚非三个人种都在,指不定哪一个更合姑娘们的口味.拼气质,罗迪是资深军人,年纪轻轻就是上校级别,说气质自然是有的,那种威严肃律有时也是蛮吸引小姑娘的.但是托尼和周易也不会差. 两人都是玩世不恭的花花公子,托尼幽默风趣,骨子里有种发明家的深邃以及天生的古灵精怪,而周易阳光洒脱,有一种不羁于世的气质.在这上面,三人也是差不多. 至于拼体格,也就是托尼这个喜欢窝在实验室的家伙水了点,虽然平时和霍根一起练练拳击什么的有了点肌肉,但是在周易和罗迪面前那是完全不够看的.罗迪是标准的美式军人,一身健壮的肌肉几乎是必须的.而周易天生的体型在人类中堪称完美,尤其是成年后193公分的身高,完全超过了罗迪,顺带碾压了托尼.这三点上看着是互有胜负,但是还有最关键的一点. 看钱包!一个这么大的游艇摆在这里,什么男性魅力都要被这巨大的吨位砸穿了.托尼.史塔克是个狡猾的家伙,他怎么可能会赌自己赢不了的事情.看着罗迪卖力地表演着,估计也是明白这些女孩的心里,纯粹给自己找个乐子. 索性周易和托尼也就让他先乐个痛快,两个人躺倒在甲板上的沙滩椅上,继续今天早上的话题. "说吧,让我看看你你的底牌.我可不相信你能拿出什么好东西出来." 托尼.史塔克式的目中无人,事实上在科研这一方面,他的确有目中无人的资格.托尼.史塔克,世界上最杰出的的发明家之一,这一点绝对没有人会否认.他一个人,就能比得上数个最顶尖的科研机构. 习惯了他在这方面的狂妄,周易挑了挑眉毛,把一个电子手表一样的东西扔了过去.托尼拿着东西,对着太阳把玩了一会. "我说,伙计.你的眼光不错啊,这个样式的手表我喜欢.不过你难道想要进军奢侈品行业,那我建议你最好给认识的人都送上一只,尤其是那些有些影响力的家伙,就像我这样的." 这也是典型的托尼式风格,让人有给他一嘴巴的冲动.周易忍受着这种冲动,翻着白眼问道. "你就不能让你的嘴巴消停会吗,我担心你的更年期会提前到来." "你想的太多了!" 周易的调侃也不是那么好受的,托尼适时地停止吐槽,熟练地把手表扣在手腕上,然后拨动起手表内置的启动装置.不需要什么解说,凭借他自己的摸索,就能在短时间内了解一个科技产品的使用和基本构造,这就是大发明家托尼.史塔克. 而随着他启动手表,一层细密而轻薄的纳米金属骤然铺散开来,好似水银般涌动至他的全身,将头部以下的部位牢牢地包裹起来.这种好似保鲜膜一样的金属在包裹了托尼的全身之后,渐渐的就好像不存在一样隐去了色彩,即便是最近距离地用肉眼观测,也难以观察到它的踪迹. "活性纳米金属,你已经开发成功了?"托尼有些惊奇的说道,对于周易手下科研机构的研究项目,他还是有些了解的,但是他没有想到周易居然已经有了成品. "全息拟态型纳米金属,能够正面承受大口径狙击步枪的射击.只有不到千分之一毫米的厚度,甚至不会影响到你皮肤正常的散热和流汗,同时还可以调节你的体温,管理你的生理健康,关键时刻还能进行全息拟态.我只设置了基本开关,更细致的操作系统还是留给你自己去设置吧." 对于托尼的毛病一清二楚的周易,自然不会做那种费力不讨好的事情,直接给了个出场机给他.至于剩下的售后还有保修什么的,就完全不管了.人家自己都能再升级了,还管这个干嘛. 托尼微不可擦地点了点头,显然对于这个超出当前时代最少半个世纪科技含量的小家伙还是挺感兴趣的.不过,性格别扭如他,是怎么也不会在嘴上服软的. "也就是这样而已,如果在我手上,最少能增加百分之四十以上的防御指数,而且能再加上一些更好用的能力.不过马马虎虎,当做交换装饰品的筹码,还是可以接受的." 这种说话的语气让周易不由自主地磨了磨牙.把这个东西交给托尼这个家伙可仅仅是为了一个艾德曼金属,而是保住这家伙一条小命.钢铁侠的诞生可是蕴含着不少风险,有这个东西在至少不会有什么意外发生.所以对于托尼的不识时务,周易只是把拳头伸到了他的面前,五根手指握的劈啪作响,然后和颜悦色地对着托尼说道. "老伙计,我能狠狠给你一拳吗?"托尼立马往后一缩,但是嘴上是绝对不会服输的. "老伙计,我能让霍根替我接这一拳吗?" 答案肯定是不可以的,所以这个话题只能作罢.接下来托尼联系了霍根,让他把准备好的艾德曼金属送过来.显然他也是准备无论怎么样,都会把这个东西给周易的,但是没想到真的从周易这里摸到了好东西,所以他的心情意外地很不错.两个人一边聊着公司里的情况,一边观赏着比基尼美女嬉戏打闹.让人感觉好不惬意.直到罗迪一个深水炸弹落到两人面前,巨大的水花直接把托尼淋了个通透. "嘿,伙计们.今天可不是来开会的,是来乐呵的.别让姑娘们等太久."说完,这个做大死的家伙直接一头扎进了泳池里,再露头的时候已经钻进了一堆女孩的中间.看了一眼表面上分外狼狈,其实只有衣服和头发湿了的托尼,周易明智地闪到了一边. 而托尼果然没有让他失望,只见他脱掉了上衣,只穿着一条泳裤跳进了泳池,然后对着一群姑娘们大叫道."嘿,女孩们.有谁能帮忙按住那个家伙,我送她一件珠宝,只要参与,人人有份." 在神豪的金钱攻势下,做了大死的罗迪落地显得分外凄惨,一群女孩子牢牢地抱住了这个一身肌肉的家伙,让他想尽艳福的同时,也品尝了一下溺死的感觉.想一想,一群丰满性感的比基尼女郎拖着你慢慢沉底的感觉,一定是一种非常难忘的体会. 不想参与到这种明显一打一群的战斗的周易,直接摸到了船舱中.来过不止一次的他从放置杂物的地方摸出了一根海竿和垂钓工具,然后带着这些家伙坐到了甲板一侧,显然是准备用这种方式打发掉时间,顺带用行动向罗迪证明,作为朋友自己只能做到这么多了. 放下钓饵,摆好钓竿.周易摆了个舒服的姿势躺在了沙滩椅上,今天还很漫长,没有必要随时随地地挥霍自己的精力,晚上才是真正玩得开心的时候.这样想着,沐浴在阳光下,周易陷入了半睡半醒的休憩之中. 而在另一边,却发生这样的事情. 废旧的地下铁通道里,一群群的流浪汉漫无目的地游逛着.这样的情形,在纽约这个国际大都市也是十分常见的.越是光鲜的外表,内里腐烂的也就越严重.这里有像周易,托尼这样把钱完全当做废纸的亿万富豪,也有为了一个面包,一顿饱饭游荡数公里内垃圾箱的流浪汉.这些流浪汉平日里会到处乞讨,或者在人们不要的东西里寻找一些废旧物资. 但是需要休息的时候,却大都会聚集到公园或者像这样的废旧地下铁中.纽约地下铁的历史非常悠久,所以自然的,废旧的,封闭的地下铁隧道也不会在少数,这样的地方成为了这些流浪汉天然的庇护所,当然也不全是庇护所. 眼下的这个废弃地下铁隧道就是这样,十几个流浪汉游逛着.确切的说,不是游逛,而是散漫地排列着队形.在他们的正前方,几个穿着整齐的家伙正检查着一些人的身体,然后把他们推向隧道的更深处.不过房间里不时出来的流浪汉证明他们并非什么要命的家伙,尤其是当这些脸色有点苍白的家伙手里捏着一把钞票,露出满嘴稀疏烂牙低笑时. "兄弟,看样子你好像是第一次来卖血啊."兴许是等的有些急切了,一个瘦小的流浪汉拍了拍坐在自己前面身材高大的家伙的肩膀,找了个话题聊了起来. 在他身前的是一个穿着破烂风衣,戴着一个兜帽的高大家伙.只见这个家伙缓缓地扭过了头,露出了自己有别于常人的容貌.他的脸色很苍白,就像是没有见过太阳一样.整个脸部没有一点点毛发,不论是头发,胡须亦或是眉毛之类的,统统没有.他的瞳孔在这阴暗的环境里让人看的不真切,但兴许是灰蓝的,最奇怪的是他的下巴,有一道明显的裂口愈合的痕迹,就好像动过了手术一样. 这幅在常人眼中有些怪异的容貌并没有引起流浪汉的惊讶,他们这个群体中并不缺少这种类型,大都是身患重病的家伙.所以这个家伙反而对他有些同情,最起码相比之下自己比他健康一些. 看着这个流浪汉眼中有些和蔼的目光,高大的家伙眼神闪烁了下,然后笑了笑,咳嗽了两声,从好像干涸一样的嗓子里吐出了这样的话语. "是的,我是第一次来这里." 网欢迎广大书友光临阅读,最新,最快,最火的连载作品尽在原创!</a><a>手机用户请到阅读.</a>ChatGPT said:
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Chapter 23: The Enemy About to Appear
Watching Rhodey sink into self-mockery, chasing after the girls and wildly fooling around with those cute bikini ladies—almost as if he wanted to prove he wasn't gay—Zhou Yi could only shake his head helplessly. As someone who had been immersed in the playboy business for many years, Zhou Yi could only say that Rhodey was thinking far too simply.
This was not some carefree school era where you could hook up with girls just by relying on muscles. Every girl here was a practical, goal-oriented opportunist, all desperately trying to squeeze into Hollywood's massive vanity fair. To them, a mere U.S. Army colonel wasn't nearly as attractive as two genuine billionaires like Zhou Yi and Tony.
What's more, purely in terms of male appeal, a guy who's dark enough to look like a lump of charcoal was really at a disadvantage. Never mind everything else—if you compared looks, the three of them together represented Europe, Asia, and Africa. Nobody knew which one would suit these girls' tastes more. As for temperament, Rhodey was a seasoned military man, a young colonel—his air of authority and discipline could be quite attractive to certain young women. But Tony and Zhou Yi weren't lacking either.
Both men were playful, devil-may-care playboys. Tony was humorous and witty, with the deep, quirky aura of an inventor. Zhou Yi was sunny and free-spirited, carrying a kind of unruly charisma. In this aspect, all three were more or less on the same level.
As for physical build, Tony—who loved staying in his workshop—was the weakest. Although he often trained with Hogan and had built some muscle, he still couldn't compete with Zhou Yi and Rhodey. Rhodey was the standard American soldier—an athletic, muscular build was practically a requirement. Zhou Yi, born with a nearly perfect physique by human standards, stood at 193 cm as an adult—taller than Rhodey and absolutely crushing Tony. These three areas seemed evenly matched. But there was still the most important factor.
Money.
With a yacht this enormous parked right here, any male charm was instantly flattened under its sheer tonnage. Tony Stark was a cunning fellow—he would never gamble on something he couldn't win. Watching Rhodey working so hard to perform, Tony probably understood the girls' mentality completely and was just looking for entertainment.
So Zhou Yi and Tony simply let him enjoy himself. The two men lay back on the deck chairs and continued their morning conversation.
"Go on then, let me see what cards you're hiding. I don't believe you can bring out anything worthwhile."
It was typical Tony Stark arrogance—and in the realm of scientific research, he had earned the right to be arrogant. Tony Stark: one of the greatest inventors in the world. No one would deny that. He alone was equal to several top-tier research institutions.
Used to Tony's arrogance in this area, Zhou Yi raised an eyebrow and tossed him something that looked like an electronic watch. Tony held the device up to the sun, turning it over curiously.
"Hey, buddy. You've got good taste—this style of watch is pretty nice. But don't tell me you're getting into the luxury goods business. If so, you should give one to everyone you know—especially people with influence. Like me."
This was classic Tony behavior—the kind that made people want to smack him. Zhou Yi restrained the impulse, rolled his eyes, and asked:
"Can't you shut your mouth for even a moment? I'm worried your menopause is coming early."
"You're overthinking it."
Zhou Yi's teasing wasn't easy to swallow either, so Tony stopped running his mouth. He skillfully fastened the watch around his wrist, then activated the built-in startup mechanism. No explanation was needed—Tony could understand a tech product's function and basic structure in a short time just by fiddling with it. That was Tony Stark, the great inventor.
As soon as he activated it, a thin, dense layer of nano-metal suddenly spread out, flowing like mercury across his entire body, wrapping him tightly from the neck down. After covering Tony completely, this cling-film-like metal gradually faded until it seemed to vanish—so thin and transparent that even from up close, it was hard to detect its presence.
"Active nano-metal? You've already finished developing it?" Tony asked in mild astonishment. He knew a bit about the types of research projects Zhou Yi's labs were working on, but he didn't expect Zhou Yi to already have a finished product.
"Holographic adaptive nano-metal. It can withstand direct shots from a large-caliber sniper rifle. It's less than a thousandth of a millimeter thick and doesn't interfere with normal skin functions like heat dissipation or sweating. It can also regulate your body temperature and monitor your health. In critical moments, it can perform holographic camouflage. I only set up the basic switches—the detailed operating system is for you to configure yourself."
Knowing Tony's quirks all too well, Zhou Yi had no intention of doing thankless extra work. He simply gave him the starting framework. As for after-sales, warranty, or anything else—those didn't matter. The guy would just upgrade it himself anyway.
Tony gave a barely perceptible nod. Clearly, he was quite interested in this piece of technology, which was at least half a century ahead of its time. But with his stubborn personality, he would never verbally admit defeat.
"That's all? If this were in my hands, I could increase its defense index by at least forty percent—and add a few more useful features. Still, it's passable. A fair enough trade for that decorative trinket."
His tone made Zhou Yi grind his teeth unconsciously. Giving this device to Tony wasn't just for that piece of adamantium—it was mainly to save Tony's life. The birth of Iron Man came with many risks. With this technology, at least nothing unexpected would happen. So ignoring Tony's lack of tact, Zhou Yi simply raised a fist, flexing it so that his knuckles cracked loudly. Then he smiled pleasantly at Tony.
"Buddy, can I punch you? Just once, really hard?"
Tony instinctively backed away but refused to lose verbally.
"Buddy… can I let Hogan take that punch for me?"
The answer was certainly no, so the topic ended. Tony then contacted Hogan, asking him to bring the prepared adamantium over. Clearly, Tony had planned to give it to Zhou Yi no matter what, but he hadn't expected to get something truly valuable in return. So he was in a rather cheerful mood. The two chatted about the company while casually watching the bikini girls splash and play, enjoying a lazy, pleasant afternoon.
Until Rhodey dropped a depth charge right in front of them—a huge splash thoroughly soaking Tony.
"Hey, guys! We're not here for a meeting—we're here to have fun! Don't make the ladies wait too long." After shouting, the reckless man dove straight into the pool. When he resurfaced, he was already surrounded by a crowd of girls. Taking one look at Tony—who looked miserable on the surface but was really only wet—Zhou Yi wisely moved out of splash range.
Tony, unsurprisingly, did not disappoint. He ripped off his shirt, wearing only swim trunks, dove into the pool, and shouted to the girls:
"Hey, ladies! Whoever helps hold that guy down gets a piece of jewelry! Anyone who participates gets something!"
Under the assault of a billionaire's money, Rhodey's fate turned tragic. A group of girls clung tightly to his muscular body, letting him enjoy his moment while also giving him a taste of drowning. Imagine it—a bunch of voluptuous bikini girls dragging you slowly to the bottom of the pool. That had to be an unforgettable experience.
Unwilling to get involved in a one-versus-many battlefield, Zhou Yi slipped into the cabin. Having been here many times, he retrieved a fishing rod and tackle from the storage area. Carrying them to the side of the deck, he clearly intended to kill some time this way—and to prove to Rhodey through action that, as a friend, this was all he could do for him.
He dropped the bait, set up the rod, and leaned back comfortably on a beach chair. The day was long—there was no need to waste energy everywhere. Nighttime was when the real fun would begin. With that thought, basking in the sunlight, Zhou Yi drifted into a half-sleeping rest.
Meanwhile, something else was happening elsewhere.
In an abandoned underground subway tunnel, groups of homeless people wandered aimlessly. Such scenes were common in New York, this famed international metropolis. The more glamorous the exterior, the more rotten the inside. Here, there were billionaires like Zhou Yi and Tony, who treated money like wastepaper; and there were homeless people who would wander for miles searching dumpsters for scraps just to get a meal.
These homeless people usually begged or scavenged for discarded items. But when they needed rest, they gathered in parks or abandoned subway tunnels like this one. New York's subway system had a long history, so naturally there were many abandoned or sealed-off tunnels—perfect shelters for the homeless. But not all of them were safe havens.
This tunnel wasn't. A dozen or so homeless people were gathered here. Rather than wandering, they were loosely lined up in a queue. In front of them, several neatly dressed men were examining people's bodies and pushing them deeper into the tunnel. But the homeless emerging from the room, clutching handfuls of cash and grinning with rotting teeth, proved these men weren't killing anyone.
"Brother, looks like it's your first time selling blood here."Perhaps impatient from waiting, a scrawny homeless man patted the shoulder of the tall figure standing in front of him and tried to strike up a conversation.
In front of him stood a tall man wearing a tattered trench coat and a hood. He slowly turned his head, revealing features unlike ordinary people. His skin was deathly pale, as if he had never seen sunlight. His face had no hair—no head hair, no beard, no eyebrows. His pupils were hard to see clearly in the dim light, but they seemed gray-blue. Most unusual of all was his chin, which bore the obvious scar of a surgical incision, as if it had been repaired.
Such an appearance would seem strange to most people, but it didn't startle the homeless man. Their group often included people like this—usually gravely ill. So the scrawny man even felt a little sympathy; compared to this guy, at least he was somewhat healthier.
Seeing the kind look in the man's eyes, the tall stranger's gaze flickered. Then he gave a faint smile, coughed twice, and spoke in a dry, cracked voice:
"Yes. This is my first time here."
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