Jarvis's physical manufacturing plan was finally put on the agenda.

The overbearing CEO with a mustache, who was sitting on the computer chair and using the studio as an amusement park, moved his finger to rotate the 3D model on the display table. He then rested his chin on his hand and pondered seriously.

Fléty looked at him in confusion.

What was now on the projector was the final humanoid physical plan that Jarvis had modified eight times.

Tall and straight, with blonde hair and blue eyes, with clear and smooth body lines, wearing a black and white swallow-tailed butler uniform. Other than his gender, everything else about him was Tony's favorite template, the type that would be discovered by talent scouts in just three minutes on the street and directly debut in the center position.

All in all, this was the most perfect appearance of Jarvis that Fléty could imagine. She really didn't understand what the boss was dissatisfied with.

Tony looked up and down at the AI butler several times and slowly made a sincere suggestion.

"The height can be adjusted again."

Iron Man, who had both the inside and outside of his armor, thought seriously. 1.95 meters wouldn't do. At most, I could only accept 1.85 meters of Jarvis.

"But don't you think brother's height is just right?"

Fléty was very serious about fighting for Jarvis' benefits. "The standard nine-head body looks very good in the clothes. It will be very dignified to follow you."

"1.91 meters, no more."

Tony, who was moved by the dignified point, finally made the decision. "Use gold titanium alloy to build the scaffold and shell. Contact Haze Biology to use the most advanced artificial skin."

"By the way," Tony added casually, "Put in more orders for the alloy."

"Yes, sir."

"Actually, if you want, you can make multiple backup bodies of different styles for brother.

You can order one for men and women, old and young, and from 1.3 to 1.9 meters in height. "

The AI girl, who had been diligently thinking, suggested, "Brother is a pure program. Changing the shell is as simple as changing the armor."

Fléty, who had no idea what kind of door he had opened for Boss, had a straight face. Moustache Tycoon, on the other hand, had already started to uncontrollably flash to the pink cake-dressed Jarvis, the sunny young Jarvis, and the icy and aloof Jarvis …

Moustache Tycoon: "Hmm …" He realized that he was shamelessly tempted.

Fléty looked enviously at Jarvis, who had always had a perfect smile, but for some reason, there was a dangerous aura around him. "It's a pity that I'm using a pure biological body. Even my vocal cords are limited by my own conditions. I can't use the voice you originally set for me."

Fléty pinched his fingers. A human body that could hurt and hurt was too fragile. It could not protect the Boss like a suit of armor.

"You're already very good now, good girl."

Tony snapped back to reality from Lao Jia's costume change. He looked at his AI girl with eyes that were like melting honey. "I'm very happy that you're by my side in this form."

Seeing that the master and servant were about to ignore the main character's opinion and decide on Lao Jia's daily costume change, Jarvis had to speak up to save himself. "Sir, if you want to experience the service provided by a butler with a different appearance, you can activate other backup AI butlers.

For example, Tuesdays is more lively, or Sundays is the aloof loli voice that you used to like the most. "

Fléty's face was full of question marks. He did not know that his brothers and sisters in the same series as him had such a strange setting.

Jarvis explained to him, "Sir, your favorite movie was the Resident Evil series, so Sunday's voice was the same as the Red Queen's."

It was like a snowflake, aloof and cute little girl's childish voice.

Tony decisively saved himself. "You and Fléty are enough." He did not need a third AI butler to take away his coffee machine at all!

And the whiskey he hid in the hood of the car!!!

It was still too early to slap Tony in the face. Right now, Tony was still a good Iron Man who had been raised by Jarvis and Freddie.

After dealing with Jarvis's physical body, Tony turned around and asked Fléty, "Is there any news on S.H.E.L.D. recently?"

Fléty opened the statistics table in the background and reported one by one, "Agent Colsen found a hammer that can't be lifted in Northwest Area 14. It was identified as an alien object. A man named Thor claimed to be the God of Thunder from Asgard in Norse mythology and the owner of the hammer.

However, he can't lift the hammer either. "

"The bureau has mobilized two satellites to track the whereabouts of Dr. Bruce Banner. He is currently located in a mountainous area in India."

"Wait, wait, wait," Tony interrupted Fléty. "Is there any news related to Hydra?"

"Undercover agents don't write their true identities on the file, boss."

Fléty added, "It takes a long time to complete the identity review of every employee of S.H.E.L.D., and some top-secret files can't be cracked. Do you want me to hack in by force?"

Tony looked at Fléty helplessly and changed his question. "What about other Hydra related things?"

Fléty expressed his doubts with his eyes.

Tony took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "I mean, what about that old popsicle?"

"Sorry, boss.

My brother and I blocked Mr. Barnes as a keyword. Wait a moment, I'll collect the latest news about him for you. "

The reason why the two AI butlers blocked Barnes was obvious. Tony was both amused and sad. In the end, he waved his hand and compromised. "You don't need to block him in the future."

After all, he was the one who fished out the old popsicle. I have to know if he's dead or alive.

Tony thought to himself.

"Mr. Barnes is currently being taken away by Miss Romanov and is being held in a secret safe house."

Fléty's wait was really just a moment. She broke into the database of S.H.E.L.D. and quickly found what she needed.

"The military seems to have sent representatives to compete with S.H.E.L.D. for the ownership of Mr. Barnes. His request for a public trial was changed to a secret trial.

S.H.E.L.D. doesn't seem to have any plans to equip him with a defense lawyer. Agent Hill's current to-do list doesn't have any related notes. "

Fléty, who received clear instructions, was terrifyingly efficient. She even pulled up Bucky's medical records. "Do you want to see his medical records?"

"As long as he's still alive."

Tony pursed her lips as if she was hiding something. She turned her head and buried herself in the blueprint of Mark 8.

"By the way, when is his trial?" Tony tapped on the keyboard seriously.

"Because we need to collect information and select internal participants, the date is tentatively set for two weeks later."

Fléty looked at her boss who was seriously modifying the Mark 8 flight balance instrument. She thought about it and set an alarm for herself.

However, changes always happened when no one expected them.

Fléty went down to the studio with a delivery box in her arms. "Boss, there's a delivery for you."

She handed the box to J.A.R.V.I.S, who had already used his physical body, and watched as J.A.R.V.I.S's green eyes instantly switched to x-ray scanning mode. After confirming that it was safe, she handed it to Tony, who had curiously poked his head over to take a look.

"Who would send me something?"

Tony opened the box quickly. The box was empty except for a clean white sock.

Tony picked up the sock with a wrench and thought of something from this unique style. Her face suddenly changed color.

"Fléty, what's the situation with S.H.E.L.D. now?"

The AI girl who didn't know what was going on began to work urgently in the background. "Nothing unusual, except …"

She frowned. "Just now, Ms. Romanov was found in the safe house. She was attacked and unconscious, but her life is not in danger."

"Mr. Barnes is missing."

Tony threw the sock back into the box and said while suppressing his anger.

"The rats smelled the cheese and began to come out of their holes."

Natasha woke up in the hospital bed. The circle of strangulation marks on her neck had turned purple and swollen. It was very frightening.

She covered her neck and turned around, coughed a few times, and tapped her fingers on the edge of the bed three times.

The camera in the corner flashed red.

Natasha relaxed and frowned in pain. As the best undercover agent and spy, disguise had always been her strength. However, Barnes obviously didn't think that her acting skills alone could fool all the Hydra's eyes. She didn't save any effort.

[Since you already recognized me, why did you have to be so harsh?]