American comic book: Absolute Spider-Man

After drawing several vials of blood from Green Goblin and performing a head neuron scan, they threw him into a cell beneath Avengers Tower.

After careful screening, the Extremis soldiers who were originally in the cell were "destroyed" by Tony, along with Killian, several of whom were found to be guilty of serious crimes.

Those who remained were still worth saving, and Tony injected them with a stable second-generation Extremis virus free of charge. The highly paid employees who were willing to continue fighting became his private army.

Most of these people harbor strong hatred towards the US government, but is Tony on the same side as the US government?

Perhaps the arms dealer he was before was, but he wasn't anymore after Tony emerged from the cave where he was imprisoned.

In recent years, the Maria Stark Foundation has become the world's largest, most transparent, and most pragmatic foundation.

That's why those Extremis soldiers who had already been "killed" by American society were willing to work for Tony. Tony Stark has many flaws: he's foul-mouthed, arrogant, narcissistic, and extremely unreliable in some matters, directly or indirectly giving rise to a group of supervillains.

But the contributions he made to the world through his inventions and wealth are undeniable.

Gwen took off her Iron Spider armor, Peter changed his clothes, and quickly treated his wounds.

Inside the lab, Tony and Maya are analyzing Green Goblin's blood and neuronal data to research ways to cure him, while Peter and Gwen assist as usual.

Pepper couldn't offer much help with the research, so she contacted the chef to prepare late-night snacks and energy drinks for the group who needed to stay up all night.

To be honest, even without Tony, Stark Industries would still be the industry leader just by relying on its technological heritage.

Without Pepper, Stark Industries might not have gone bankrupt, but internal strife within the board, collapsing government relations, brain drain, and a continuous decline in stock price would have gradually turned this industry leader into a rotting corpse.

Tony's low emotional intelligence means he can't handle things involving people.

Throughout Stark Industries, Peter most coveted managers like Pepper, who possessed exceptional abilities and loyalty.

Even if Pepper helps look for someone in the industry, it's impossible to find a second one in a short time.

Two hours later, Tony and Maya worked together to decipher the serum formula in Green Goblin's blood and, combined with the abnormalities in his brain's neurons, developed an antidote.

The antidote is currently being developed, and centrifuges are humming in the laboratory.

Tony stopped focusing on the drug preparation process and returned to the lab to study the Extremis virus.

"How's the progress?" Peter asked.

Tony didn't even look up, his fingers tracing dense molecular structure diagrams on the holographic projection: "Nanotechnology was sorted out a few days ago. Viral vectors, neural connections, self-repair mechanisms—all crammed into this tiny syringe."

He pointed to the reagent on the lab table that had a dark red sheen.

"Theoretically, after receiving this injection, a person becomes a walking supercomputer. Strength, speed, reaction, self-healing—all maxed out."

Peter looked at the reagent and raised an eyebrow: "So what are you still researching?"

Tony finally looked up, swiped the holographic projection, and switched to another set of data—a dense array of mechanical structural diagrams, which looked like a nanoscale cross-section of a suit of armor.

"This is what I'm worried about," he said. "The core technology of the Extremis virus has been completed, but its ultimate form is not simply to enhance the human body, but to achieve human-machine integration."

The virus delivers nanobots into the body, which then connect to the nervous system, which in turn controls the exoskeleton—theoretically, I could fit a complete suit of armor into my bones, which could then be instantly deployed to cover my entire body when needed.

"Theoretically?"

"Yes, theoretically. Because I'm stuck at the last step." Tony turned around, his fingers tracing a dense array of mechanical diagrams on the holographic projection.

"I can build nanorobots, I can handle neural connections, and I've verified the safety of coexisting in the body. But I can't get them to be released quickly, stably, and on a large scale when needed. The limit I can achieve right now is to release a thin layer of nano-coating from the chest reactor, not even enough to completely cover a helmet."

Peter looked at the set of structural diagrams: "So your engine is built, the gearbox is built, but the driveshaft is stuck."

"Pretty much," Tony said. "And this drive shaft can't be smashed open by brute force. I tried for three months, changed seventeen different approaches, and they were all stuck in the same place—mechanical nanobots aren't alive; they don't grow on their own. Every nanobot needs to be precisely manufactured, precisely deployed, and precisely retrieved. This process is too cumbersome; it's simply too cumbersome to fit inside a human body."

So I'm going to try a different approach.

As Tony spoke, he pulled up a photo from the holographic projection—a woman with black hair, an Asian face, wearing glasses and a lab coat.

"Helen Zhao," Tony said, "a geneticist and bioprinting expert. Her 'Regeneration Cradle' technology can print living tissue at the cellular level. I plan to visit her in a few days to see the specific details of the Regeneration Cradle; perhaps it can complete the final piece of the Extremis Virus Armor puzzle."

Peter looked at the woman in the holographic projection, but his first focus wasn't on Tony's Extremis armor; it was on—Ultron.

The world I live in is neither the main universe 616, nor the cinematic universe MCU, nor the ultimate universe 1610.

But upon seeing Zhao Hailun's photo, Peter knew that the events of the Age of Ultron were not far off.

Peter really wanted to stop Ultron from being born, since strong artificial intelligence was just something that looked impressive.

In the Marvel Universe, where even planet-destroying forces are often treated like stray dogs and kicked to death, the overwhelming mechanical army doesn't really have much of an effect.

The elevator brought a food cart full of late-night snacks to the laboratory floor. Gwen pulled the cart out of the elevator and served Pepper and Maya their snacks, then served Peter and Tony.

Tony looked at the well-behaved and sensible Gwen, then at Peter, this American scoundrel, and couldn't understand how Gwen could have fallen for this guy.

"Gwen," Tony said, "how about a new suit?"

"What?" Gwen looked up and asked.

"A nanosuit." Tony turned around from the lab table, holding a can of silver liquid in his hand and shaking it. "It's much faster to put on and take off and more functional than your current textile suit, and it can even automatically repair itself if it gets damaged in battle."

"What does it look like?" Gwen asked curiously.

"The belt," Tony said. "One belt can hold billions of nanobots. When needed, the nanoparticles can cover the entire body in seconds to form a suit, and when not in use, they revert to the belt. There aren't many nanobots in stock right now, but once a new batch is produced, your Iron Spider suit can be upgraded to the nanobot version."

Gwen asked again, "Does it look good?"

"It looks great. It still uses the original color scheme, but the level of refinement is far superior to that of textiles," Tony said, patting his chest.

"Um... thank you, Uncle Tony."

"You're welcome," Tony replied. He really liked Gwen more and more.

In the future, I want to have children who are obedient and sensible like Gwen, not demons like Peter.

Then Tony patted Peter on the shoulder: "Look how sensible Gwen is, and look at you."

The only response he received was a middle finger.