Bab 30: 30: Prediction experiment
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Lyon dodged a bunch of satellites with his super speed, and by the time he returned home, it was already close to 1 PM Los Angeles time.
He quickly made some scrambled eggs with pasta for lunch.
As for Tony, as expected, he was still out fighting the Ten Rings well into dinnertime and hadn't returned home.
So naturally, Lyon went to the basement for a quick thrust test, then flew into space to bask in the sunlight.
—He and Tony had jointly devised an experimental plan to predict the growth limit of his Kryptonian bloodline.
The process was simple: Lyon would test his thrust power once before going into space to sunbathe, and again after he finished.
They would repeat this process daily for a month, keeping the time spent sunbathing the same each day.
This way, they could use Jarvis to establish a basic model to estimate the upper limit of Lyon's physical enhancement.
Lyon gladly agreed to such a simple test.
Besides, his daily sunbathing session was always the moment he looked forward to the most—a moment of pure happiness.
—Basking in the sun in space felt like soaking in a warm spring. The sound of his blood flowing was like the bubbling of the spring water.
In that moment, he could clearly feel his strength growing at a rapid pace.
The rapid speed of his strength increase was like a river rushing to life as spring thawed the ice, with fish eagerly surging forward into the flowing stream.
Moreover, based on his recent experience, this rapid enhancement seemed to be accelerating even further.
Lyon understood that if the effectiveness of a person's training could be represented by a curve that rises and then falls, he was currently still in the rising phase.
In the context of Kryptonian development, this might still be classified as the "weak" period of his high-speed growth.
In terms of numerical value, after just a few more days of sunbathing, Lyon's total thrust power had already reached an astonishing 400,000 tons.
Such a rapid increase in strength made every second of sunbathing feel like a burst of pure happiness, as if a ton of dopamine was coursing through his system.
That sense of euphoria was akin to riding wave after wave of some exhilarating sensation, never pausing, just riding the high over and over again.
Beep beep!
Just as he was thoroughly enjoying himself, Jarvis's alert sounded, signaling that his time was up.
Reluctantly, Lyon opened his eyes, exited the spacecraft, and prepared to return home for dinner.
This spacecraft, originally built to ensure his safety during sunbathing, was now a familiar tool in his daily routine.
It had already become his daily "garden," a place where he would temporarily stay in space, specifically serving as a landing point during his sunbathing sessions.
After all, if he were to bathe directly in the sun while floating in the vacuum of space, he would be easily spotted by the satellites of various countries. Then, a whole swarm of satellites would gather around him, treating him like a gorilla in a zoo, which would be incredibly annoying.
Lyon quickly made his way home. After completing another set of thrust tests, Jarvis suddenly notified him:
"Master Lyon, Mr. Stark encountered pursuit from an Eagle faction flying squadron on his way home. Would you like to assist?"
"Tony is being chased? Where?" Lyon was taken aback.
"In the middle section of the West Coast mountain range."
"Hmm? Isn't that the same place where I was chased by reconnaissance planes last time...? Ah, that explains it."
Lyon displayed a mischievous smile. It finally felt like one of those familiar movie moments.
Tony must have flown from the Eastern Pacific into California and was immediately caught on military airspace surveillance satellites.
"Master Lyon, Mr. Stark's situation is not looking good. Here's the footage from the scene," Jarvis projected a display in front of Lyon.
The footage showed Tony's first-person perspective. Thick clouds obscured the sky as one fighter jet after another descended. There were at least a dozen of them—enough to start a small skirmish.
Lyon could hear Tony muttering a low curse before the view abruptly flipped 180 degrees as he attempted to flee.
In the next moment, countless missiles streaked past his sides, and the screen began to shake, indicating that Tony had taken a solid hit from the fighter jet's machine gun fire.
"Looks like the Air Force is about to give him a harsh lesson," Lyon raised an eyebrow, not feeling too concerned.
"I remember that the Mark III's top speed already exceeds Mach 8, so Tony should be able to escape easily, right?" He stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Or could it be that he's feeling confident and plans to turn around and fight the Air Force?"
"That is not the case, Master Lyon," Jarvis explained. "Mr. Stark's physical condition limits how long he can sustain the armor's maximum speed. The time he can maintain that burst of speed is actually quite short."
"If he exceeds a certain time, his heart will explode due to the excessive pressure," Jarvis continued.
"Normally, the Mark III's average speed hovers around Mach 2, but that consumes Mr. Stark's stamina continuously."
Lyon couldn't help but chuckle, "So basically, after fighting the Ten Rings, he's exhausted, out of stamina, and can't accelerate, right?"
"You are correct," Jarvis confirmed.
"Then why hasn't he asked for my help yet?"
"Mr. Stark only instructed me to send you this video."
"I get it, the guy's just too proud," Lyon stretched his shoulders. "But even if he's too stubborn to ask for help, how could I not save him? After all, he's my dearest loved one, right, Jarvis?"
"Indeed. Legally speaking, you and Mr. Stark are currently the closest people to each other," Jarvis responded, missing Lyon's sarcasm.
Lyon smiled, "Prepare tony's Mark II for me. It's time to teach Tony a proper lesson!"
"Aren't you going to wear your Superman suit? The Iron Man armor seems like it would only limit your abilities."
"Nah~ that Armor is perfect for teaching a lesson."
He had been thinking about making a grand entrance when Tony was in trouble, and now the opportunity had come.
Lyon's vision locked onto the West Coast mountain range. At that moment, Tony was dodging several missiles targeting him, resembling a storm-tossed swallow navigating through a hurricane.
That once-beautiful and luxurious gold-and-red armor was now mostly blackened, riddled with bullet holes and scratches, making him look like a kebab fresh off the grill.
"Look at our old man Tony, getting bullied so badly," Lyon said as he headed towards the garage. "There's no time to mourn Tony's misfortune. Now it's time for the hero, Lyon, to swoop in and save the day."
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Meanwhile.
In the military command room, the same high-ranking officials who had discussed the "Afghan Superman" a few hours earlier were gathered once again.
They were all watching the satellite feed being projected on the screen.
It showed the red-and-gold suit of armor barely dodging a missile, spiraling out of control, and another blue-and-red suit flying alongside, offering cover.
"They aren't Superman," Rhodey stated definitively. "These are just two people in exoskeleton suits. Superman would have easily destroyed our fighter squadron."
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