After happily arriving at the barn again, Anna started humming a tune while cleaning up and wiping down the machines.
Well, there actually was not much to clean.
Because this barn was not some dilapidated, leaky shack.
Although it looked no different from a redneck’s barn on the outside, this barn, with an interior height of nearly 10 meters, had been built without regard to cost.
Therefore, it was excellent in terms of windproofing, waterproofing, Sun protection, and moisture resistance.
Right now, apart from a thin layer of dust, there was basically nothing rusted or moldy inside.
When cleaning, Anna only needed to push open the sliding doors on both sides of the barn, which looked like hangar doors, and then stand at one end and inhale deeply…
Inhale!~ Inhale!~
Then, she just needed to blow hard toward the other end of the barn in one go.
After she used her “mouth cannon” to blow at a few corners inside the barn a few more times, the entire barn was cleaner than if it had been blown out with a high-pressure air gun.
Well, this method of cleaning, besides being one or two hundred times more efficient, really was just like a high-pressure air gun.
It even saved the trouble of wiping down the machines, absolutely satisfying for someone with OCD.
After finishing the cleaning, Anna began to work in the barn.
It was fully equipped, had plenty of free raw materials, and her two moms provided an unlimited supply of water, electricity, gas, acetylene, propane, and other consumables.
Just this benefit of free materials was a huge attraction for Anna, who was often living beyond her means.
Moreover, before she caused trouble and was deprived of usage rights by her mom, this place had always been her biggest treasure hunt site and playground.
The reason for this was that, for a 6-year-old brat like Anna, there were not many entertainment activities suitable for her in the United States countryside.
She could not play with the peers around her; a group of 5 or 6-year-old kids playing hide-and-seek, catching butterflies, or playing drop-the-handkerchief in the fields held absolutely no appeal for her.
So, usually, besides going on long trips and flying around in the sky, most of the time she spent at home, apart from binge-watching anime, was spent killing time in this barn.
Anna was quite interested in the activities of those American rednecks.
If they found even those too tiring, they could drive their pickup trucks out to the wasteland for racing or target practice.
Anna had wanted to join these activities of the Americans, because not only could she eat delicious food, but she could also race cars, play with guns, flirt, and drink—a one-stop service, which was much more interesting than when she was an otaku or a corporate slave in her previous life.
However, apart from the few times her two moms took her along, those rednecks would not take a 6-year-old child from someone else’s family out to play.
Especially here in the U.S., where copper metal smelting activities and same-sex socializing were very prevalent, without their own adults around, even just striking up a conversation with someone else’s child on the road was a dangerous act for these adults.
Because after doing so, they could easily be sued by the child’s parents.
If the brat then started spouting nonsense, they would not be able to clear their name even if they jumped into the Yellow River.
Even if they had not done anything wrong and were proven innocent in the end, and did not have to go to prison or “pick up soap,” the time and energy wasted in the process, along with the legal fees, would make these Americans curse.
So, not to mention that Anna’s family was not familiar with the rednecks in the first place, even if they were familiar, apart from their own children, these Americans would not take Anna, a “prison express” walking on the street, out to have fun when there were no adults around.
Since that was the case, Anna, a brat with nowhere to play, became an antisocial, weird kid in the eyes of those ordinary people.
Although she was actually quite antisocial, there was nothing to say about it.
Anyway, she had to watch anime, play games, and come to this warehouse to do crafts and learn skills; her schedule was tight, and she simply had no time for socializing.
So, the number of friends she had now was really about the same as when she was an otaku in her previous life.
Anna coming to the barn now certainly was not just messing around, because after seeing Stark’s Mark 1 Armor in Afghanistan, Anna thought about getting herself a set of gear, too.
Otherwise, when she went out on business under the guise of a superhero, if she was still wearing a pair of Minion-style denim overalls, that would be a bit too “low.”
Of course, she did not mean to build an Iron Man Suit like Stark’s.
Not to mention she did not have the technology right now, even if she knew how to build one, she would not make a child-sized Mark Armor for herself to use.
Tony’s Mark Armor did not have as much defense as her, did not fly as fast as her, and its attack power was not even as high as her throwing a rock.
Two U.S.
F-22s almost blew him out of the sky…
So this thing might be a decisive weapon for Stark, but for her, it really was not of much use.
And as for the level of “coolness”…
To be blunt, with a Mark Armor that did not even show her face, who would know that the person flying inside was her, Anna, this tall and mighty Transmigrator? This chapter was taken from novelping(.)com without permission.
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Actually, the most important reason was that, besides being of little use to her, it was ridiculously expensive.
If you did not throw tens or hundreds of millions of U.S.
dollars into it, you could not even build the shoes for it.
And for the sake of collecting figures and displaying collectibles, the Mark Armor really was not something a poor person like her could afford.
Otherwise, if it were just a matter of technology, Anna could have spent her days lurking outside Stark’s Villa, using her X-ray vision to peep, and then compared Tony’s finished products to copy them; she would have been able to build a decent shrunken version to keep as a figure collection.
So, the equipment Anna planned to build for herself in the barn was the kind that did not require spending her own money…
The technical level did not need to be high.
Low maintenance cost or zero maintenance.
The functionality did not necessarily need to be powerful.
Because no matter how strong it was, it would not be stronger than her Man of Steel.
But it had to be handsome and cool.
And it had to be the kind with the highest degree of recognition.
So, after thinking it over, Anna decided to build herself a 6-year-old girl version of a knockoff Wonder Woman suit.
She could also pair it with the entrance BGM she borrowed…
Perfect!
Things like the God Killer armor, Lasso of Truth, Tiara, Sword of Athena, shield, and Bracelets of Submission in the set would all be made to scale down from the Wonder Woman in the movie.
If she did not consider the functions and strength of these artifacts and only imitated their appearance, apart from requiring some blacksmithing and weaving skills, there was basically no technical difficulty.
It completely matched her current technical level.
Regardless of anything else, Kryptonians are definitely good at blacksmithing.
Even the materials for the set were ready—it was the Vibranium she had obtained when she went to Wakanda for the heart-shaped herb!