The God Killer in the American Comics World

The Gulfstream private jet soars in the blue sky.

This thing was hyped up before someone traveled through time. The plane itself is very expensive, but it only costs over six figures to rent it for a day. Well, as a regular customer, a limited-time flight attendant is also provided.

The explosive music roared in the cabin, the neon lights kept flashing, and the well-shaped flight attendants held high-heeled glasses filled with champagne, swaying their bodies, and occasionally flirting with the young and handsome man on the main seat sofa.

"Louis!" Ange put his arm around his bodyguard leader.

"Boss?"

"Go ahead, you and your brothers have worked hard these days, release your hormones to your heart's content!"

"What about you?"

Ange smiled and hugged the slender waist of Black Canary beside him, and rubbed his fingers on her waistline through her shirt. Miss Dana actually had goose bumps, but she could only put on a far-fetched smile on her face.

"Thank God for your generosity, Boss!" Louis took the lead, and all the bodyguards laughed strangely, carrying several coquettish stewardesses to the front cabin, and closing the door of the compartment.

Originally, Black Canary should be afraid.

Perhaps because of her experience, she turned to Ange: "Boss, you are not going to use me as a cover again, are you?"

"So smart, do you want me to reward you with a kiss?" Ange hooked Dana's pointed chin with his fingers.

For some reason, Black Canary felt a contradictory feeling of being happy and depressed.

Happy because Ange seemed to really respect her and did not trample on her dignity casually.

Depressed because... Is my beauty fake?

She gently pushed away Ange's fingers: "If this is not an order, please forgive me for refusing."

It was obvious to Ange that if you use force, I can't resist, but I, Black Canary - will never be a slave!

Ange was not annoyed at all, but smiled: "Dear Miss Lance, if you were a simple canary, singing in a cage every day, such a life might be easier. Now you have chosen a thrilling path yourself."

The expression of Black Canary was very interesting: I regret it, can I choose again?

Not long after, the group arrived at the most luxurious hotel in Dubai.

In the eyes of outsiders, Ange, a playboy from Gotham City, is a party boy from morning to night.

Only Louis knows that he is in pain and happy,

because Ange said to him, "I know you need to report my whereabouts every day. But how long can you do this as a bodyguard? You are 35 years old this year, and many of your colleagues are poor and bankrupt after the age of 40. But if you become my confidant, you will not lose a share of my wealth. Think it over carefully."

So Louis changed himself and played the guest role of Ange, helping him to greet beauties from all over the world.

Anger took only Black Canary and flew to Afghanistan secretly by plane across more than a thousand kilometers.

…

The US military at the Baghlan Air Force Base in Afghanistan was going crazy.

Because two days ago, Tony Stark, the boss of the arms giant Stark Group, was attacked on his way back after completing a wonderful demonstration of a new missile.

The number of Hummers protecting Tony was destroyed, and the guards were killed or injured, but there was no trace of Tony.

In the United States, the death of a senator may not be such a big deal.

As a representative of the military-industrial complex that can influence Congress, Tony's disappearance is enough to make many generals in the US military lose their official hats.

The US military has no clue about this.

There is no way. As the saying goes, poor mountains and bad waters produce unruly people. There are too many resistance mountains here.

The so-called government forces that are useless, the warlords who are mixed with the Americans, the local forces that have raised troops on their own, and the countless bandits, every force, even every village may be a kidnapper.

It would be fine if the other party came to ask for ransom openly, but Tony disappeared and nothing happened.

At this moment, Tony, who is known as the two cannon kings of the East Coast of the United States together with Bruce Wayne, is experiencing the first painful social beating in his life.

It is true that he was captured, and his body was full of holes from the missiles produced by his own Stark. A large number of shrapnel invaded his body. In order to survive, he had to install an electromagnet on his chest to prevent the fragments from flowing into his heart and killing him.

His misery is not over yet. He was captured by terrorists (Ten Rings Gang), and the hidden leader Zara forced him to produce [Jericho Missiles] for them.

Don't obey?

"Gugugugu!"

Water torture!

After his head was pressed into the sink and he enjoyed the suffocating "love" from the terrorists, Tony knew that he would die if he didn't do something.

Maybe he would die if he did it, but if he didn't do anything, he would die now.

With the help of Ethan, who was also captured, Tony decided to build himself a set of mechanical steel armor under the pretext of making missiles, which was the original version of Iron Man MKⅠ.

That night, Tony had just finished making leg armor in the cave cell with a bad environment, and the iron door behind him creaked open.

Unexpectedly, the person who came in was not a rude terrorist who did not speak the language.

The first person who came into view was a blonde with big waves who was very much to Tony's taste. Although she was dusty, wearing a full-face mask, and wearing a professional suit as much as possible, it could not hide her good figure.

The next second, he was attracted by the tall black-haired man in a tailor-made black suit.

The most important thing is that the other party is wearing a scary ebony mask on his face.

"Roman Sionis's... mask?" Tony's heart skipped a beat.

[Black Mask] is a figure after all. Tony has also heard about the death of the godfather-level figure in the next city.

The other party came wearing the iconic mask of a dead ghost godfather, which is a scary demonstration in itself.

Tony... is not indifferent.

Using the knowledge gap between the two sides, he can fool ignorant idiot terrorists and say that he is making missiles, but he can never deal with a behind-the-scenes boss with the same background as him.

Not to mention, the other party exudes an aura that he is inexplicably familiar with.

"Good evening! Mr. Tony Stark." The other party bowed slightly.

The standard Gotham accent, as soon as he opened his mouth, you can tell that he is an old man. In addition, the aristocratic etiquette that is so standard that only wealthy families will let their children train.

Tony immediately determined that even if they didn't know each other, they were the same kind of people.

This is what Tony is most annoyed about.

"Hello! Sir and Madam, what should I call you?"

"My secretary's name is not important. You can call me Kratos!" As soon as Ange finished speaking, Black Canary wanted to bite him to death.

Tony took Ethan to perform the French military salute: "Okay! Mr. Kratos, if you are the mastermind behind this, I admit defeat."

The 'Black Mask' shook his right index finger proudly: "No! No! No! No! Mastermind? How could I do the thing of 'making one of the two strongest brains in the world' stay in this kind of broken cave and rub missiles with my bare hands? This is really too depressing."

"Oh?" The other party's words suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope in Tony's heart: "Then how did you get here?"

"I was just passing by."

Black Canary wanted to kick Ange: Is this the 'passing by' that you took a plane around half the world for?

Tony saw that Ange was very careful and lost his temper: "Okay, okay! You don't have to tell me. Then I should know why you came here, right? If you can save me, you can get the friendship of Stark Group!"

Since the other party is the same kind of person as himself, he must not be short of money.

Tony tactfully proposed a py transaction request.

Ange shook his head: "No, no, no. You were just a rich and clever prodigal son before. Although I am also, I should not hinder you from completing a great transformation that belongs only to you. I should not delay the birth of a great work because of my appearance."

Tony's expression was very wonderful.

What the hell are you doing here?

Ange's words finally got to the point: "Besides, if I save you, I can only gain half of the friendship of Stark Group."

"What?" Tony was so smart that he immediately thought of the key-his partner Stani!

Tony's face turned black on the spot.

Why do terrorists have a bunch of Stark Group's munitions in their hands? The simplest way, of course, is that the insider gave it to them!

He was kidnapped, and it was a conspiracy of his own people from the beginning!

"It seems that you have figured it out."

"Mr. Kratos, what can you give me? What do I have to pay?"

Anger, wearing a black mask, came over and slowly put a small gadget into Tony's hand.

Tony took a look and was delighted. This is a high-precision global satellite positioning device. It is impossible to send signals to the outside world, and you can only know your most accurate coordinates. With it, his journey of escape can be said to be twice the result with half the effort.

In the eye sockets of the black mask, the pair of black eyes are frighteningly deep: "This time, it is not convenient for me to take action directly, but I will support you at the critical moment. As for the price..."

Tony has an extra diamond in his hand.

"This is..."

"I won't steal your money. Here is a string of accounts, just use it to buy some of Stani's shares, just at the market price. Don't worry, the voting rights are yours."