Marvel’s Superman

Southern Nevada, Lincolnshire.

This is the military base with the highest level of secrecy in the US military. On the surface, it is used to develop and test Air Force aircraft in secret, and other research projects are carried out behind the scenes.

Because of the air control and the fact that it belongs to the forbidden area of ​​martial law, various strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.

For example, many people claim with certainty that they have seen UFOs.

Others believe that the corpse of an alien is kept in this military base.

Every newly elected U.S. president comes to visit.

That's right, this military base, which doesn't look amazing, was called "Area 51" by later generations.

"General, the soldiers are very happy to see you. They regard you as an idol they worship, just like a big Hollywood star! They want to take a photo with you and shake hands with you!"

A military official said excitedly.

"I'm going to be in Las Vegas for a while, and if I get a chance, I'm going to… get involved in these fun activities."

Luke showed a standard business smile, and he visited this military base with curiosity.

As a result, no alien remains were found, and no frozen Cybertronians were found.

I have to say, this was a little disappointing.

The mysterious Area 51, originally used as a bomb and artillery practice range, was abandoned after World War II.

Later, the Skunk Works of Lockheed Corporation selected it as the experimental site for the U-2 spy plane, and built a runway with a length of seven kilometers.

After the mystery was lifted, Area 51, which aroused countless speculations, seemed so unremarkable.

"It's a good place to be, given Nick Fury's habit of building safe houses all over the world."

Luke looked around, hammering out ideas.

Then, he was in the eyes of everyone either worshipped or admired.

The tall and straight figure soared into the sky, bringing an atmospheric explosion.

"Superman!"

Below are excited GIs.

Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from the center of Las Vegas, and at Luke's speed, it is almost instantaneous.

Boom!

I saw an afterimage passing by the sky, and the billowing air waves made an explosion sound.

The dark red cloak brought a strong wind, and Luke landed firmly on the tarmac of the Flamingo Hotel.

"Alessandro, you look nervous, what happened?"

Luke pushed open the door of the tempered glass, and saw that Alessandro, the hotel owner, the guest of the city government, and the boss of the mafia, had a strange expression.

Sweat dripped from the Italian's forehead, his eyes dodged and worried.

"General, you are finally back."

Alessandro seemed to see the savior, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, wiping the sweat.

"Mr. Stark, who came with you, has been gone for two days."

Luke raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.

What happened to the Howard guy?

It shouldn't be.

Due to the last assassination of Essex Bio, the latter's vigilance has increased a lot, and wherever he goes, he has to bring his own set of portable power armor.

As for the steel armor that resembles the Iron Overlord, it is placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.

If someone wanted to play Howard's idea, whether it was a sneak attack or a visit, the process would not be smooth.

"Is it kidnapping, or something else?"

Luke's calm voice quickly calmed Alessandro's anxious mood.

"neither."

The mafia boss struggled to organize the language, and he seemed somewhat at a loss for what to say.

"Two days ago, Mr. Stark checked into a new hotel and never came out again."

"I was worried that something happened to Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for it."

"However, after they stepped into the door of that hotel, they seemed to disappear completely, and no news came out."

Luke listened patiently as he took the elevator to his room.

"What's the name of that hotel?"

He asks crucial questions.

"Hell Hotel."

Alessandro replied.

Luke thoughtfully leaned back into the sofa.

He was only suspicious before, but now it's almost certain.

Howard's disappearance must be the result of the hell lord Mephisto.

Eh, why should I say it again?

A big question popped up in Luke's head.

That old devil, why did he stare at Iron Man's father?

Although, Howard is an out-and-out capitalist.

In order to obtain wealth, he also had blood on his hands - arms dealers were originally selling death.

But a person's soul does not become very important just because he does good or evil.

The weight of the soul depends on a firm will, a strong spirit, or some kind of fanatical belief.

"When did this hotel appear?"

Luke restrained his thoughts and asked softly.

This is not the first time he has dealt with the old devil.

Before in other universes, in order to help Stephen Strange win the position of Supreme Mage, he fought with Mephisto.

The old devil in hell is not a Superman's opponent, let alone in the world now.

"Uh, I don't remember very well, it seems... it was a week ago, or two weeks ago."

Luke looked at Alessandro, who seemed to be affected by some strange force, and his memory became confused.

Obviously, this is also the ghost of Mephisto.

"That's fine, I'll handle it, you step back first."

After sending Alessandro away, Luke looked up and saw the dark tower soaring into the clouds.

"This guy brought hell to Las Vegas?"

The tower-like hell hotel, obviously shaped so peculiarly, billows thick smoke and flames.

But the passers-by turned a blind eye, but were unconsciously attracted and joined the long line.

"One is born, and the second is cooked."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched slightly, and he chuckled, "If you beat him once, then there will be a second time."

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...

Mephisto, leaning on a silver cane, stood on the top floor of the Hell Hotel.

With the arrogant eyes that looked down at all living beings, he looked at all living beings below.

The long queue outside has blocked the traffic on the side of the street.

But there are still people joining in, as if possessed by demons.

"It's so tempting, so satisfying!"

Mephisto took a deep breath, and in the city under his feet, 1.7 million people lived.

To the old devil, this is 1.7 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order of inestimable value.

"They were all willing to put their souls into my hands."

There was a smug smile on the corner of Mephisto's mouth. He did not obtain the souls of those humans by means of coercion and robbery.

Every guest who walked into the Hell Hotel exchanged their soul for chips and signed a pledged contract.

"I haven't violated the precepts of the Supreme Mage. Gu Yi can't find it. The soul has confirmed its belonging, and sooner or later, it will fall into hell."

Mephisto thought of this, and the smile on his face grew brighter.

He was a little annoyed, why didn't he discover this method earlier.

In the long life of the old devil, he is looking for some people who are unsatisfied and ambitious, or people who are extremely eager and easy to be fooled.

Then, sell them personal safety insurance from hell.

A trick of the devil to coax the past, waiting for the other party to sign a contract.

It takes a long time and the efficiency is slow. It is indescribable.

In the past, the old devil liked to play this kind of game, and he witnessed all the ugliness of those human beings, and seduced the dark emotions such as greed, tyranny, and viciousness in their hearts.

Watching them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into hell with a face full of remorse, unwillingness and fear.

Mephisto never tires of tasting the complexity of human nature and the distortion of human nature, and regards it as a cup of wine with rich taste.

Just playing the same game for a long time will inevitably feel boring.

"It's time to change the game."

Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, and the scarlet liquid rippled in circles.

jingle! Jingle Bell!

The cacophony of the phone interrupts the old devil's smug, successful personal time.

"Mondes, I hope you are really in a hurry, otherwise I will throw you to the ninth floor of hell, and let you be eaten by the evil spirits that have been hungry for thousands of years."

Mephisto spoke the most terrifying punishment in the gentlest tone.

As the casino manager, Munds shivered a bit, and there was a strong fear on his face full of flesh.

The demons in hell know that Mephisto has always been ruthless to his incompetent subordinates.

"There's a human! He's winning all the time! A lot of chips!"

There was a hint of panic in Mondes' voice.

"Hashim can't stand it anymore!"

Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashem was the champion of the world poker competition before his death, especially in the game of Texas Hold'em, he can be said to be a master of gambling king level.

Of course, he can possess such superb technology also because he signed a contract with the old devil.

Hashem, a young gambling king who is in the limelight, died in an accidental car accident, which was a sensational hot news.

The soul of the unlucky ghost who didn't enjoy a few years of life successfully fell into the hands of Mephisto.

Now he made the best use of it, and he was enslaved by the old devil into the poker area of ​​the casino as a presence in the town.

There are many human souls like Hashem, Mephisto, and it can be said that they are a group of heroes.

Therefore, in his casino, it is impossible for anyone to win all the time.

"Waste, let a human being so arrogant in the hell hotel!"

Mephisto cursed and hung up the phone.

Then, a dark flame rose up, rendering the casino screen on the twelfth floor——

On the Texas Hold'em table, two people sat opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of overlapping, translucent shadows.

"Actually Hashem's best Texas Hold'em."

Mephisto frowned even more.

He couldn't figure out how Hashem had lost so much at a game he was so proud of?

The old devil caught a glimpse of his opponent's chips, and several hills had been piled up.

Obviously it has been winning streak and never lost.

"Sorry, I'm still older than you."

The young man sitting across from Hashem spread out his hole cards and once again won a pile of chips of various colors branded with shofar demons.

"Looks like you've had bad luck today. Lady Luck lifted her skirt at me and gave you her middle finger."

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