The crumpled blueprint didn't depict some alien ray gun or a personal flight vehicle... but a Leviathan Beast, with its internal skeletal structure, neural cord nodes, and energy circuits all clearly labeled!
Judging by the messy, wild brushstrokes and the graffiti-style annotations written in various glaringly bright markers, this thing couldn't possibly be an industrial blueprint left behind by the Chitauri themselves.
In other words, this terrifyingly precise anatomical diagram of the giant beast was hand-drawn by this little delinquent girl?!
Mason's breathing suddenly became heavy, and his brain was buzzing.
One had to realize that barely forty-eight hours had passed since the end of the World-shaking Battle of New York!
In just these two short days, this girl had not only managed to get her hands on the remains of a Leviathan Beast but had also, through her own efforts, completely figured out the internal structure of this alien biological weapon, nearly finishing the reverse engineering?!
Is she even human?!
What made his scalp tingle was that the annotations on the blueprint were clearly not that simple.
What on earth did she want to do?
Resurrect this alien monster? Or... did she want to transform this sky-blotting biochemical behemoth into her weapon?!
Whatever it was, it was far beyond Mason's capabilities.
He prided himself on being a mechanical genius, but he was also a rational, normal person.
Even if Mayor Fisk assigned him an entire top-tier research team and equipped him with the World's most advanced heavy industrial equipment, he wouldn't dare claim he could build this thing. This simply wasn't a job for humans!
Just as Mason's worldview was collapsing, Jinx, who was violently dismantling parts at the workbench, seemed to suddenly sense something.
She turned her head, glanced at the blueprint in Mason's hand that he was nearly soaking with sweat, and then impatiently snatched it back with a'swish'.
"Ah, I gave you the wrong one. This one is my job."
Jinx casually stuffed the Leviathan blueprint into her pocket and gestured with her chin toward the remaining blueprints in Herman and Toomes' hands: "The ones underneath are your jobs. Get to work, don't just stand there like a wooden post."
Mason was stunned for a moment, then leaned over to look at the other blueprints in Herman's hands.
The handwriting was equally wild and messy, but the content allowed Mason to put his heart, which had been in his throat, back into his chest—
They were some personal mechanical flight wings modified from Chitauri flight cycles, a pair of shockwave gloves that looked very lethal, and a bunch of miscellaneous weapons.
Now that's more like it!
This is what you call a normal range of weapon modification!
Mason let out a long sigh of relief, feeling his heart, which had almost stopped, finally resume blood flow. But then, he suddenly realized something and looked at the petite blue figure's back in disbelief.
Wait... that blueprint was her job?
In other words, this girl really intended to 'resurrect' that Leviathan Beast all by herself?!
How could that possibly be done?!
...
In fact, Mason's judgment as a veteran mechanic was correct.
Wanting to 'resurrect' a Leviathan Beast exactly as it was was indeed an almost impossible feat.
Su Modie and the clanging Jinx were both perfectly aware of this.
Of course, this 'impossible' didn't mean what Mason thought—that the technical barriers of mechanical modification were too high or the workload too large—but was limited by the 'biological nature' of the Leviathan Beast itself.
Whether it was those hideously ugly Chitauri foot soldiers or the giant beasts cruising in the sky, they were essentially semi-mechanical, semi-biological chimeras, and all were controlled by a 'Hive Mind'.
The moment the connection to the Hive network was cut, these soldiers and giant beasts would all suffer brain death at the same time.
The current Leviathan was merely an empty corpse.
Trying to make it 'live' again and obediently fight for Su Modie was as difficult as reaching the heavens.
Jinx was also obsessing over this problem.
As the currently weakest incarnation, she desperately wanted to gain Su Modie's recognition and prove her value.
Although the Chitauri Army could be considered one of the most pathetic ragtag armies in the entire Universe.
But the point where they were pathetic wasn't backward technology or poor weapons, but rather their moronic tactical command—clearly the entire army shared a Hive Mind where if one suffered, all suffered, yet they insisted on flying their mothership, which served as the central processor, into the battlefield with great fanfare.
Afraid people wouldn't see it, right?
The key was that they couldn't even defend their home!
It was simply so pathetic it made one's mouth water!
Wasn't this just purely giving away lives?
As long as the enemy landed one hit and blew up the mothership, it was equivalent to instantly annihilating the entire interstellar fleet.
Of course, from a certain perspective, Su Modie and the Chitauri's Hive Mind were very similar, but there was one fundamental difference between Su Modie and those alien noobs—she was extremely cautious and would never personally run around on the front lines of the battlefield.
Even now, S.H.I.E.L.D. likely still considered Su Modie a little pet kept by Reze's side.
So, as long as one ignored the fatal weakness of the main brain being a giveaway, the Chitauri's personal technology was actually quite impressive.
If these alien technologies could be fully understood and... mass-produced.
That would definitely be a huge upgrade for the Villainess forces under Su Modie!
Yes, the key was 'mass production'.
This was also the fundamental reason why Su Modie went to such lengths to use Fisk's hand to recruit Toomes and the others.
In terms of individual combat power, the duo of Vulture and Shocker were definitely at the bottom tier among supervillains, not to mention Mason, who was a complete weakling; a single Reze could hang all three of them up and beat them.
But this definitely couldn't be blamed on their equipment being bad; one had to look at who was using the equipment—
Toomes was just an ordinary middle-aged man without any superpowers, with declining physical strength, slow reflexes, and barely any hair left...
Otherwise, why call him Vulture?
Yet, with such an aging body, after putting on that flight suit hand-made purely from scrap metal, he could actually master it perfectly and even go back and forth with Spidey in mid-air.
What did this show?
It showed that this equipment had a high floor and a very strong tolerance for error; the threshold for piloting it was outrageously low!
In terms of versatility alone, this thing might even be more impressive than Falcon's flight wings.
After all, Falcon's military equipment had high requirements for the pilot's physical fitness and required rigorous specialized training; few even within the U.S. military could handle it, which was what made Falcon a unique member of the Avengers...
Well, it definitely wasn't through Captain America's back door...
What about Toomes' suit of junk? Even an old man about to retire could wear it into the sky to scrap with superheroes!
This was precisely the core value Su Modie saw in these three bankrupt old men!
Imagine it.
A single Vulture suit or a pair of Shocker gloves might indeed be nothing to fear, but what if Jinx's craftsmanship could be used to put this equipment on an assembly line and mass-produce a hundred or a thousand sets?
When hundreds or thousands of well-equipped mass-produced Vultures cover the New York sky like a dark cloud... when hundreds or thousands of mass-produced Shockers capable of shattering skyscrapers with shockwaves push forward on the ground...
Quantitative change will inevitably lead to qualitative change!
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