Of course, she wouldn’t do that.
Being reckless was impossible; staying low-key was the top priority.
Before figuring out how deep the water in this World was, she would absolutely never reveal such an outrageous trump card casually.
But with this ability, at least she didn’t have to worry about being cornered by S.H.I.E.L.D.
or HYDRA one day without any room to fight back.
Mio put down the cola bottle, closed her eyes again, and sank her consciousness into the Siren core database.
Since she had the ability to create things out of thin air, she had to make something practical.
She couldn’t just use it to make cola and chopsticks.
Her consciousness searched rapidly in the database and finally stopped on the modeling of a combat unit—the Executor series, the exclusive mass-produced humanoid combat unit of the Siren experimental organ.
In the settings, the Executor was a high-level mass-produced weapon of the Siren, possessing higher mobility and combat capability than ordinary mass-produced warships.
It had no autonomous consciousness, obeyed the summoner’s instructions absolutely, and was the most loyal guard and combat unit.
It perfectly met her needs.
She didn’t need to do it herself, didn’t need to expose her existence; she just needed to create the Executor to handle those unnecessary troubles, and she could perfectly clear herself.
Moreover, the Executor’s modeling data was complete, and its structure was not too complex.
With her current computing power, she could easily reconstruct it.
Mio took a deep breath, concentrated all her energy, and began to analyze the complete molecular structure of the Executor, from every inch of bionic bone and muscle in the bionic body to the embedded weapon system, and then to the core driver program.
Every detail was precisely analyzed.
In the center of the living room, a pale blue halo suddenly lit up, brighter than any time before.
Countless particles gathered and reorganized rapidly in the halo, outlining the silhouette of a human figure.
A silver-white bionic body with the iconic blue markings of the Siren, a crisp black combat suit, two ray-shaped gun groups on the left and right hands, and a small floating gun group folded behind its back.
It was expressionless and a bit silly, with only a pair of electronic eyes glowing with blue light.
The whole process took no more than ten seconds.
The halo dissipated, and an Executor Explorer II, about 1.7 meters tall, stood quietly in the center of the living room, bowing its head slightly, without making a sound, like a precise killing machine.
[Unit-01, activated.
Highest permission bound: Observer Zero.
Please issue instructions.] An emotionless mechanical voice rang directly in Mio’s consciousness.
Mio looked at the Executor in front of her, her eyes brightening.
Success.
She tried to issue an instruction in her consciousness: “Get up, demonstrate basic combat capabilities.” The Executor stood up instantly, its movements smooth without a trace of excess.
The floating gun group behind it unfolded instantly, and the six gun groups on its hands aimed at the open space outside the window.
The muzzle glowed with a pale blue energy halo, but there was no energy overflow at all, precise to a terrifying degree.
Mio nodded with satisfaction.
The combat power was even stronger than she expected, at least more than enough to deal with conventional troops at the Earth level and those cannon fodder of HYDRA.
Mio tried to store her in her ship rigging space.
A layer of pale blue halo instantly appeared on the Executor, and then she disappeared into the air, along with the signal and energy fluctuations, disappearing completely.
Mio leaned on the sofa, exhaled a long breath, and the stone in her heart finally fell.
Now, even if something unexpected really happened, she had enough self-preservation ability.
Mio noticed an emergency news interruption right after turning on the TV.
On the screen, the originally playing evening drama was cut off, and the image switched to a news studio.
The female anchor had a serious expression on her face, reporting the breaking news at a fast pace: “Breaking news, Stark Industries CEO Tony Stark was attacked by Terrorists today during a weapon field test in Afghanistan.
The accompanying security team was killed, and Stark himself is currently missing and his life is uncertain.
The United States Military has dispatched troops to the incident area to carry out search and rescue, and Stark Industries’ stock price plummeted today in response…” On the screen, a photo of Tony Stark’s last appearance was released, along with the explosion scene in the incident area in Afghanistan, with fire soaring into the sky.
Mio looked at the TV screen, the cola bottle in her hand paused in mid-air.
It’s here.
The plot of Iron Man 1 officially began.
The curtain of the Marvel Universe was completely opened from this moment on.
That playboy arms dealer would build the first-generation Iron Man armor in that cave, become Iron Man from then on, the Avengers would be formed, aliens would invade, the Infinity War would break out, all the thrilling plots she had seen in movies would happen truly in this World.
And she, located at the center of this storm, could no longer be just a bystander as before.
Mio put down the cola bottle and looked at the looping news footage on the TV.
In her sea-blue eyes, the previous panic and fear were gone, leaving only unprecedented clarity.
She still didn’t want to get involved in the superhero business casually, and still wanted to live her life peacefully.
But she also knew that from the moment Tony Stark went missing, the peace of this World had already ended.
She held a trump card in her hand and didn’t need to shiver in the corner like before.
Just then, a familiar, emotionless voice suddenly came into her consciousness, like a breeze gently brushing across the code galaxy.
It was the voice of Observer Zero.
[Do not let me down, Commander.] The voice flashed and disappeared, as if it had never appeared.
Mio curled her lips slightly, her fingertips brushed through the air, a string of pale blue code flowed through her fingertips and dissipated instantly.
A new variable?
Isn’t that just perfect?
She was originally a variable that came to break the closed loop.
The snow was still falling outside the window, the night in New York was thick as ink, and in the distance, Stark Tower turned off its lights that were lit all year round for the first time, hiding into the boundless darkness.