Chapter 99 Long Live the King

[Welcome to the main world of reincarnation, Marvel Comics Universe (Earth-36 Universe)-SSS level]

[You have obtained a new identity, automatically loaded with skills: English proficiency]

[A camp has been randomly selected for you - Hydra camp plot line]

A series of cold voices sounded in his mind, and Fu Qinghai slowly opened his eyes.

What came into view was a small cement-gray room, and I was sitting on the lower bunk of an iron bunk bed.

Fu Qinghai looked down and saw that he was wearing a loose, baggy orange short-sleeved shirt and long pants, and a pair of dirty cloth shoes.

I turned around and looked at the door of the small room. It was a cast iron door with rivets and a small iron window that could be pushed and pulled.

Fu Qinghai sensed something was wrong.

I am in jail now?

At this moment, a memory suddenly appeared in Fu Qinghai's mind:

My name is Quentin Fu. I used to be a volunteer for a CIA biochemical transformation project. After the operation was successful, the project was canceled by my superiors, the project team was disbanded, all files were deleted, including my own identity file, so Quentin Fu became an American illegal who could not get social security. His status was equivalent to that of an illegal immigrant. He could not find a job and was forced to live on the streets, relying on theft, robbery, and occasional drug dealing to make a living.

He was imprisoned for gang fighting and broke his cellmate's leg some time ago, so he was put in this solitary confinement cell.

I was put in jail right after I came to the new world? What the hell is this?

Fu Qinghai looked pained. He called up the attribute panel and saw that his height and weight had hardly changed. He was still a standard Astartes.

And there is an additional column [Power: Force (Jedi Apprentice)]

(PS: I missed this sentence in the previous chapter, so I'm going to add it here for those book friends who are catching up quickly)

But the key point is, where are the items that Laozi assimilated?

The Vulcan Sword Broken Heart? The Ghostwork Scarab? Hall Kemp's Servo Skull? And the small pistol that he had taken from the Necromancer's laboratory - the Pym Ray Pistol?

Fu Qinghai searched the entire confinement room, looking under the bed, lifting the toilet lid to look, and even knocking on the wall to make sure it was solid, but there was nothing.

Fu Qinghai touched his neck and found that Feiyi's necklace was gone.

What does it mean? Lord God, please give me an explanation? Fu Qinghai thought to himself.

The cold voice ignored him.

At this moment, with a "clatter", the small window of the cast iron door was pushed open, and a stainless steel dinner plate was placed on it. A voice rang out from outside the door:

"Quentin, it's time for dinner. Stop fighting and be smart. Your confinement will end at three o'clock in the afternoon."

After saying that, the footsteps faded away.

Fu Qinghai stood up and walked behind the iron gate. He picked up the stainless steel plate and saw a piece of bread, yellow crispy rice, two biscuits, and a small packet of peanut butter that looked like the seasoning packet for instant noodles.

Fu Qinghai picked up the plate, sat back on the bed, and began to eat in silence.

The taste was terrible, but Fu Qinghai didn't have the mood to complain at the moment.

In the attribute panel, Fu Qinghai's physical data dropped slightly, and was hardly suppressed by his world view.

What Chen Xue said was right. In the equally vast SSS-level universe, the technological capabilities were indeed less suppressed by the worldview.

If he wanted to escape from prison, he could kick open the iron door of the solitary confinement cell now.

But he has not decided whether to escape from prison yet. Fu Qinghai plans to find out the situation first.

This place is different from the copy world of the previous Conjuring Universe. Rusfan said that the copy world is just an infinite loop world formed by intercepting a time line of the main world. It will end soon, and Fu Qinghai can do whatever he wants. But this is the serious main universe, and the plot line mission should be very long. Before figuring out the situation, Fu Qinghai doesn't want to turn himself into a jailbreaker and create inconvenience for subsequent actions.

What is the Earth-36 universe? I don't know. There are so many parallel universes in Marvel that even Marvel's own screenwriters may not be able to count them all.

The memory reminds me that it is 2013 now, and the reincarnation world gives me a random Hydra camp storyline. Well, this is the first time that Fu Qinghai is randomly assigned to the villain's storyline camp. It's a bit difficult this time, at least I can't expect to win easily anymore.

Fu Qinghai also recalled the fate of those Reincarnations who followed the Word Bearers on board, and those Reincarnations who used psychic powers to rebel in the Hive City in the Warhammer 40K universe... Before they even encountered Reincarnations from the opposing camp to PK with, they had already been beaten to a pulp by the evil villains.

I don't know if Hydra's salary is good, whether it includes five social insurances and one housing fund, whether it will solve the problem of staffing? What is the attitude of the Red Skull towards his subordinates? Has Dr. Zola been installed in the computer now? Is he easy to get along with?

But I am a white scar... Fu Qinghai thought, if I were a member of the Alpha Legion, then joining Hydra would be a natural and professional match, and I wouldn't even need to change the legion logo.

The symbol of the XX Legion Alpha is Hydra. They also like to carry out secret operations and espionage operations. Their slogan "Everyone is Alpha" coincides with the Red Skull's idea of ​​infiltrating and subverting SHIELD. Their Terminator armored unit is called Hydra Terminator.

After finishing his meal, Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged on the cold concrete floor, closed his eyes and began to meditate. At three o'clock in the afternoon, the sound of unlocking was heard, and the cast iron prison door was opened on time.

A prison guard in a black short-sleeved shirt, holding a baton in one hand, waved at Fu Qinghai and said:

"Come out, big guy."

Fu Qinghai stood up, lowered his head, walked out of the iron gate, and followed the prison guard into the corridor.

There were iron-pillar-like fences on both sides of the corridor, inside which were locked up all kinds of ruffians and scoundrel-looking men.

They looked at everyone passing by the corridor with boredom. Their eyes swept over Fu Qinghai. One of them smiled and said,

"Hey, look who is this? China's Yao is here?"

The prison guards and Fu Qinghai ignored the prisoners on both sides and walked straight through the passage.

The prison guard did not take Fu Qinghai back to his own cell, but led him to a place similar to an activity room, where many prisoners were walking around, reading, playing table tennis, and chatting.

In the United States, prisons can be privately operated, and the styles and positioning of each prison company in each federal state are different. Fu Qinghai took a look at this relaxed atmosphere and felt that this place should just be positioned as a detention center.

That's right, after all, it was just a fight, there's no need to be imprisoned in Alcatraz Prison in San Francisco.

The prison guard dropped Fu Qinghai off here and then left.

Fu Qinghai looked around the activity room and took in the various prisoners.

Thanks to his superior height, Fu Qinghai could see the entire activity room with just a glance.

In a corner of the activity room, a group of black prisoners surrounded a middle-aged white man with a beard and a hooked nose, and were listening attentively to what he was talking about.

The bearded man was of medium height, bald, and wore a pair of brown round sunglasses.

Huh?

Fu Qinghai blinked and felt that this person looked familiar.

Hey, isn't this... isn't this the guy who pretended to be the Ten Rings and the Mandarin in the movie "Iron Man 3" and played the terrorist declaration on TV in a loop, but was actually just a small actor kidnapped and used by the villain?

He is also in this detention center... Does this mean that the plot of "Iron Man 3" has ended now? Fu Qinghai narrowed his eyes and thought.

At this time, a skinny black man with dreadlocks came up to Fu Qinghai, looked up at him, grinned with his thick lips, revealing two gold teeth, and said:

"Yo man, are you new here? You are so tall and strong, you look like the No. 1 pick in the NBA draft, the Houston Rockets, the Great Wall of China, BIG YAO, you know?"

Maybe black people look at yellow people the same way yellow people look at black people, they all look the same. Fu Qinghai didn't want to pay attention to the prisoner who was licking his lips and staring at his strong arms and neck. He pushed him away and said,

"Go away, don't block the way."

Fu Qinghai came to the corner, found a chair behind the circle of prisoners, sat down, and joined the group listening to the bearded man chatting.

The bearded, bald man in sunglasses talked freely:

"Oh, they locked me in a small room and asked me to step on the head of that man with my feet. I had no idea who he was. His hair was wrapped in wax and he smelled of perfume. He was so sophisticated that he looked like the CEO of a listed company. He was like Wall Street. Do you understand?"

The black prisoners around him nodded and rubbed their cheeks, as if they really understood.

"Then I started my performance. Oh, it was just like the King's Speech. I seemed to be Hamlet facing Claudius, and I seemed to be King George VI of England. I later learned that this speech was broadcast all over the United States on a loop..."

Fu Qinghai sat on the periphery and listened for a long time, but he just boasted and showed off, and didn't get any useful information.

Just as what was said in the movie, this old guy was just a second-rate drama actor. He was neither the Mandarin nor the mastermind behind the terrorist incident, otherwise he would not have been locked up in this small detention center.

Fu Qinghai sat on the chair and looked to the other side of the activity room.

Over there, there were also several prisoners gathered together.

The leader was a thin middle-aged white man with black hair mixed with gray, combed back meticulously with hair wax. He wore black-framed glasses and had wrinkles on his face, but it was obvious that he was well maintained, with his thin lips pursed.

Although he was also wearing an orange prison uniform, as the drama actor said, his temperament and demeanor were as refined as that of a CEO of a listed company, a Wall Street type.

He sat quietly in his seat, with a magazine spread out on the table, flipping through it casually.

Several male prisoners sat around him like his bodyguards. When they heard the endless chatter coming from the other side, they all sneered with disdain.

At this time, a prison guard in a black uniform came to the middle-aged man with a small box of milk, put it on the table, bent down slightly, and whispered:

"Mr. Hammer, the banana milk you asked for is out of prison. This is chocolate milk. Is it okay?"

The thin middle-aged man took the milk carton, waved his hand casually, sent the prison guard away, and continued to read the magazine.

Although he was sitting quite far away, Fu Qinghai still heard these words clearly.

Fu Qinghai touched his chin with an amused look on his face.

Mr. Hammer... The surname Hammer is not uncommon in the United States, but if it is Mr. Hammer in the Marvel Universe...

Thinking of this, Fu Qinghai stood up decisively and walked towards the group of people on the other side of the activity room.

Before they got close, the male prisoners stared at Fu Qinghai with unfriendly expressions. Fu Qinghai ignored them and looked at the middle-aged man who was concentrating on reading a magazine. He raised his voice and asked,

"Mr. Justin Hammer?"

The middle-aged man raised his head, looked at Fu Qinghai in surprise, and asked:

"Do you know me?"

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

It was indeed him.

Fu Qinghai nodded and said, "I have heard of your name for a long time. I didn't expect to meet you here."

Justin Hammer, chairman and CEO of Hammer Industries, is also a US defense contractor and the main competitor of Stark Industries in the fields of military industry, energy, materials, etc. He is also the lifelong enemy of Iron Man. Although Justin Hammer does not have super powers, he has money and can constantly recruit super villains to deal with Iron Man. He has been trying to steal Tony Stark's research results and has succeeded many times.

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the misfired "Ex-wife" missile of War Machine Colonel Rhodes was developed by Hammer Industries.

Fu Qinghai recalled that when he first entered the reincarnation world, he forged a resume to apply for an internship at Stark Industries. One of the project experiences he had was that he was "deeply involved in the laser application research and development project of Hammer Industries."

I was just talking nonsense at that time, but I didn't expect to meet the real person here again. It's really fate.

The Justin Hammer in the Marvel Cinematic Universe seems like a funny third-rate villain, with few roles and about the same age as Tony Stark. But the Justin Hammer in the comics is one of the super villains in the Iron Man series of comics. I just don't know what type of Justin Hammer in this "Earth-36 Universe" is.

Fu Qinghai had never seen Justin Hammer in person before, he just called out to test him.

Hearing Fu Qinghai's words, Justin Hammer pulled the corner of his mouth and said,

"So, you are here to laugh at me, right?"

"No." Fu Qinghai waved his hand and said, "I just came to talk to you..."

Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a male prisoner with a fierce look next to Justin Hammer:

"Shut up, big guy, stop talking so much. Didn't you see that Mr. Hammer is reading a book? You want to climb up the social ladder but you don't know the occasion. Get out of here."

As he spoke, the male prisoner was playing with a metal fork in his hand. The fork head had been sharpened and was flashing with a cold light.

Fu Qinghai stopped, frowned slightly, and thought for a while.

Suddenly, he grabbed the man's hand holding the fork, lifted him up from his seat with one arm.

The male prisoner was shocked and tried to break free, but his hand was like being clamped by a hydraulic clamp and could not move at all. He quickly waved his other hand to hit Fu Qinghai's arm, but it was like hitting hard leather and Fu Qinghai did not move at all.

"Crack..." The sound of bones cracking was heard. Fu Qinghai quietly looked at the male prisoner in front of him who was punching and kicking him, and gradually increased the strength in his hands.

The male prisoner's fingers and the fork in his palm began to twist and deform.

The male prisoner's face turned red, veins popped on his neck, and he couldn't help but scream out in pain.

Fu Qinghai suddenly let go of his hand.

"Ah…" The man with a fierce look on his face quickly took two steps back, covered his hands, and sat back on the chair.

Several other male prisoners quickly supported him and looked at Fu Qinghai in fear.

Justin Hammer sat in his seat, watching the scene coldly. He looked up at Fu Qinghai's face and asked:

"Who are you?"

Fu Qinghai stared into Justin Hammer's eyes and said slowly,

"It doesn't matter who I am. Mr. Hammer, you didn't come here to experience prison life out of boredom, did you?"

"I guess you'll be leaving soon. Before you leave, I have a gift for you."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai gave Justin Hammer a meaningful look and turned away.

Gift? Seeing Fu Qinghai leaving, everyone, including Justin Hammer, looked confused.

Punish Justin Hammer's men a little to attract his attention and make him stop thinking of himself as an unknown passerby. But don't go too far. If you alarm the prison guards and put yourself in the solitary confinement cell, it will be unnecessary.

Fu Qinghai thought about all this in his mind and walked to the family visiting room.

Fu Qinghai patted the glass on the counter and said to a fat female police officer who was eating a hot dog inside:

"Give me a pen and some paper. I want to write a letter."

The obese female police officer turned her head and looked at Fu Qinghai. She seemed to recognize this tall Chinese man and said curiously:

"You're going out in a few weeks, what letter are you going to write?"

Fu Qinghai tapped the table impatiently and said,

"Don't worry about it. Just give me paper and pen. This is my legal right. Do you want me to call a lawyer?"

The fat female police officer probably thought that less trouble was better, so she pushed a pencil and some A4 papers to Fu Qinghai through the small glass window.

Fu Qinghai picked up a pen and paper, walked to the other side of the table and sat down. He thought about it in his mind, picked up the pen, and wrote the first sentence on the white paper:

"The formula and manufacturing principle of plastic steel."

Plastic steel is a relatively common and universal alloy material in the human empire of the Warhammer 40K universe. Plastic steel has both the properties of plastic and the tensile strength of steel alloy.

This material was developed during the Dark Ages and has long been used by the Imperium of Man to produce various types of personal infantry armor, as well as for certain fortresses and fortresses. It is also used in combination with Ceramic Steel to create Terminator Armor.

Plastic steel is not common in the human empire, at least it is not a high-tech material technology. But if it is brought to the Marvel Comics Universe in 2013, it is far superior to most of the special steels on Earth at that time.

As an Astartes technical sergeant, Fu Qinghai was naturally well-versed in the basic military materials technology of the Human Empire, such as ceramic steel, plastic steel, and chalk.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head and leaned over the table, writing quickly, clearly writing down the proportions and specific gravity of various materials, as well as the production process. Combining the understanding of Tony Stark's electronic soul backup about the current level of industrial manufacturing on Earth in his mind, he converted it into the production process on Earth. Of course, it was a laboratory manufacturing process, not a large-scale industrial manufacturing process, but it was also written clearly, and even a schematic diagram of the alloy crystal structure was drawn.

Fu Qinghai wrote on both sides of five pages of paper in tiny handwriting, shook off the graphite crumbs on it, stood up, returned the pencil to the fat female police officer, but did not hand over the "letter" in his hand. Instead, he took the freshly-made plastic steel formula sheet and walked towards the activity room.

Justin Hammer and several of his men were still sitting there. Seeing the tall man coming back, several of them looked a little fearful and for a moment they didn't know whether they should stop him.

Fu Qinghai ignored these minions and slammed five A4 papers on the table.

Fu Qinghai looked at Justin Hammer, who looked confused, smiled, and without saying anything, turned around and left the activity room and returned to his cell.

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　Thanks to Guilongdao, Fen'el, Invading as Fire and Moving as Thunder, Heart of the Burning Sun, and several book friends for their rewards.

　　The chapter title is a Marvel Easter egg, and I guess many people haven't seen it.

　　The word "plasteel" is actually a portmanteau of the words "plastic" and "steel", and is most famously used in Dune, but the concept was probably first coined by science fiction writer Harlan Ellison in 1956.

　　Dune and Starship Troopers are the main sources of inspiration for Warhammer 40K.

　　There are so many minor ones that any pop culture can find its corresponding place in Warhammer 40K.

(End of this chapter)