Marvel: Tony is a Cunning Brother, Luckily I am Too
Chapter 150: Bear with it, it will be over soon
The night was deep, and the lights of Manhattan flickered outside the window.
In a certain luxury apartment, it was so quiet that only the slight sound of the air supply could be heard.
Exactly 10:00 PM.
Slight and somewhat hesitant footsteps came from the corridor.
Wanda stood in front of Luka's bedroom door, her hands tightly twisted together, her palms full of sweat.
Tonight, she wore a dark purple silk slip nightgown.
This outfit was specially sent by Pepper in the afternoon, under the guise of the evening uniform of a Stark Industries senior assistant.
But Wanda knew very well that this was not a uniform at all.
The fabric of the nightgown was pitifully meager, the thin shoulder straps seemed as if they could slip off at any time, the deep V-neckline couldn't cover her proud assets at all, and the skirt was so short it couldn't cover the roots of her thighs.
The silky fabric clung to her skin, outlining her youthfully invincible and explosive figure to the fullest.
She could feel the chill of the cold wind hitting her skin.
"Fuck! This was simply even more embarrassing than wearing nothing!"
Wanda bit her plump lower lip, her mind in a complete mess.
The previous images of energy integration continuously replayed in her mind.
That feeling of being touched deep in the soul, along with Luka's scent, made her restless all day.
She took a deep breath, finally summoned her courage, raised her hand, and knocked twice on the door.
"The door is not locked, come in yourself."
Luka's lazy words came from inside the door.
Wanda pushed open the door and cautiously walked in.
The room had no lights on, and only a few dim ambient lamps emitted an ambiguous halo.
Luka wore a black bathrobe and sat imposingly on the sofa.
He held a glass of red wine in his hand, and his gaze locked onto Wanda the moment she entered the door.
Wanda felt weak all over from being looked at, and her legs were somewhat disobedient.
"You... what are you looking at me for?" Wanda blushed and spoke stammeringly.
"I am appreciating my exclusive power bank."
Luka put down the wine glass and patted beside him.
"Come over, sit here."
Wanda swallowed a mouthful of saliva, obediently walked over, and sat down next to Luka.
As soon as she sat down, Luka's big hand naturally wrapped around her slender waist.
That astonishing heat was transmitted through the thin fabric, causing Wanda's body to tremble suddenly.
"Let's begin, Little Witch."
Luka closed his eyes, grabbed Wanda's hand, and intertwined their fingers tightly.
Wanda closed her eyes, banished her random thoughts, and began to mobilize Chaos Magic.
Hum!
Red energy flowed slowly into Luka's body along the palms of the two.
The wonderful feeling struck again.
The two energies resonated immediately after contact.
Wanda felt as if she had once again fallen into Luka's vast and sea-like vitality.
But tonight, Luka had other plans.
After feeling the magical energy surging into his body,
he directly separated more than half of it, silently guiding it along his perception toward a special safe in the corner of the room.
Inside the safe was a transparent container holding the fragments of Aluru.
Chaos Magic penetrated the safe and was directly injected into that mass of black matter.
Zizizi!
The matter that had originally rested quietly at the bottom of the container became excited the moment it came into contact with Chaos Magic.
It began to wriggle frantically!!
This symbiont itself was a parasite extremely thirsty for energy.
And energy like Chaos Magic that could alter reality was simply the best evolutionary catalyst for it.
The black matter began to expand.
The fragment, which was originally only the size of a fingernail, rapidly increased in volume after absorbing a large amount of magical energy.
Its color became deeper, and within the pure black, light interwoven with dark red and deep blue faintly flowed.
Crack!
Cracks appeared on the surface of the container.
Following closely, with a muffled bang,
the container shattered, and the safe had already been corroded by this mass of black matter!
"What sound?"
Wanda sensed the commotion and abruptly opened her eyes.
The next second, she screamed in fright.
She saw a massive black fluid flowing out of the safe like a living creature.
In mid-air, it turned into a streak of black lightning, lunging directly at Luka on the sofa!
"Luka! Be careful!"
Wanda wanted to block in front of Luka, her hands already glowing with crimson light.
But Luka just smiled slightly and reached out to press Wanda's wrist.
"Don't be nervous, this is my new clothes."
As soon as the words fell, the black matter had climbed onto his body.
The black matter melted instantly, spreading rapidly along Luka's skin.
After devouring the white bathrobe, it covered Luka's whole body within a short second.
Hum!
A set of pure black biological battle armor appeared on Luka.
The surface of the battle suit circulated a matte texture without any redundant gaps.
At the chest, dark red magic patterns were faintly visible.
This was no longer the ugly monster form like Aluru.
Instead, it matched Luka's body proportions, filled with violent aesthetics and a sense of oppression.
Luka stood up and moved his wrists.
The cracking sound of bones echoed in the room.
He could clearly feel that this layer of armor not only possessed hard defensive power,
but also because it absorbed Chaos Magic, the suit itself already possessed extremely strong magic resistance!
Most importantly, this suit was completely connected to his nerves, just like a layer of skin growing out of his body.
"Feels great."
Luka lowered his head, looking at the dumbfounded Wanda.
At this moment, Wanda raised her head to look at this scene resembling the descent of a demon god.
The black battle suit, the powerful physique, and Luka's charming smile.
All of this had a fatal attraction to a young girl whose heart had just awakened to love.
Wanda's heartbeat became faster and faster.
She found that not only was she not afraid of Luka, but she had a strange feeling instead.
The other party was too powerful.
Powerful enough to shelter her from all wind and rain.
"Does it look good?"
Luka walked up to Wanda and looked down at her.
"It... it looks good." Wanda blushed, her voice as soft as a mosquito's hum.
With a thought from Luka, the battle suit shrank back into his body, hiding beneath his skin.
Just now, he had already understood all the functions of the battle suit.
The battle suit was strong, ridiculously strong.
But now, he planned to do some serious business first, and go study the suit with Tony tomorrow.
Losing the cover of the bathrobe, Luka's robust physique was directly exposed.
Wanda was so frightened that she hurriedly covered her eyes, but the gaps between her fingers were wide open.
"Charging is over, Little Witch."
Luka bent down and scooped Wanda up from the sofa.
"Ah! What are you doing!"
Wanda exclaimed and quickly hugged Luka's neck.
"What am I doing?"
"As a capitalist, of course I have to collect your interest for tonight."
He threw Wanda onto the bed, his tall physique pressing directly on top.
That pitifully meager nightgown instantly became a mess under Luka's movements.
Large patches of snowy white skin were exposed under the dim light.
"Luka... don't... I'm not ready yet..."
Wanda symbolically pushed Luka, but that little strength wasn't even enough to tickle him.
Her breathing was already chaotic, her eyes were hazy, and her red lips were slightly parted.
"No preparation needed."
Luka lowered his head and kissed down.
Overbearing, strong, refusing any rejection.
Wanda's mind fell into a blank.
Resistance also turned into an embrace.
Her hands involuntarily climbed up Luka's broad back, feeling the iron-hard muscles.
The temperature in the room rose sharply.
The nightgown was ruthlessly torn apart and thrown on the carpet.
As a superhuman modified by the Super Soldier Serum, Luka's stamina was infinite.
While Wanda possessed Chaos Magic, in terms of physical fitness, she was still just an ordinary girl.
When the real storm arrived, Wanda finally experienced what desperate happiness meant.
"It hurts... Luka... lighter..."
Tears slid down the corners of Wanda's eyes. This was her first time.
But Luka didn't stop.
"Bear with it, it will be over soon."
Men's words were indeed all deceptive.
It was not fast at all.
The long night was endless, leaving only a wonderful symphony in the room.
Our Scarlet Witch only felt that she was like a flat boat in the sea, thrown high into the sky by fierce winds and giant waves, and then smashed fiercely into the abyss.
She could only hold tightly onto the man in front of her.
Letting the other party lead her to sink in wave after wave of peaks.
I don't know how long passed, until a trace of fish-belly white appeared outside the window.
Wanda had passed out, her face bearing a tired yet satisfied blush, tear tracks still hanging at the corners of her eyes.
Yet Luka was still full of spirit.
He leaned against the head of the bed, stroked Wanda's long hair, and smiled slightly.
"The Little Witch's stamina still needs more practice."
Chapter 151: The Terror of the Battle Suit
The next morning.
Stark Tower, inside the laboratory.
"Holy shit! What the hell is this thing?!"
Holding a laser cutting gun in his hand, Tony stared dumbfounded at Luka standing in the center of the arena.
No, to be precise, he was looking at the pitch-black biological battle armor on Luka's body.
Just a moment ago, Tony tried to use the laser gun to cut this battle suit.
As a result, the laser hit the surface of the battle suit, but left nothing behind.
Tony could even see ripples slightly rising on the surface of the battle suit, directly absorbing the laser's energy!
"WTF?! Has the suit become a spirit?!"
Tony turned off the laser gun, walked around Luka twice, his eyes full of the fanaticism of looking at an alien.
Luka crossed his arms, his expression provocative.
"This is my harvest from last night, Tony."
"The fragment combined with Chaos Magic and has now become my exclusive battle suit."
"To put it simply, this battle suit is the ultimate biological form of the nano armor."
Speaking of this, Luka clenched his fists.
"Jarvis, read the scanned data to this unworldly bumpkin."
"Okay, Mr. Luka."
Jarvis's gentle voice sounded in the laboratory, but the data spoken out was not gentle at all.
"According to a comprehensive scan, this biological battle suit has achieved one hundred percent synchronization with Mr. Luka's nervous system, which is incredible!"
"Not only does it possess extremely strong defense and magic resistance, the most crucial part is..."
Jarvis paused for a moment, as if even this artificial intelligence felt somewhat incredible.
"It can amplify geometrically based on the host's basic abilities."
"The currently calculated result is that the battle suit has enhanced Mr. Luka's various physical attributes by a full seventy times! Most importantly, this battle suit also seems to be able to evolve and upgrade just like Mr. Luka!"
Bang!
The laser gun in Tony's hand dropped straight to the ground.
He seemed unable to believe what he had heard.
"Se... Seventy times?!"
Tony's voice even cracked.
"Your motherfucking strength was already several thousand tons to begin with! Enhance it by another seventy times?! How much is that?!"
"Over one hundred thousand tons, how much over that I don't know." Luka calmly gave the answer.
"Moreover, the upper limit of kinetic energy absorption has also been broken."
"Even if it's hit head-on by a nuclear bomb right now, this battle suit can instantly absorb and convert all the kinetic energy and thermal energy of the nuclear explosion."
Tony felt his worldview collapse.
The battle armor he was so proud of was like a toy compared to others!!
"This is too unscientific! It doesn't conform to the laws of physics!"
Tony grabbed his hair and screamed.
"Forget about your pitiful physics, Tony. This world is unreasonable to begin with."
With a thought from Luka, the battle suit receded like flowing water and disappeared into his skin.
Then he walked over and patted Tony's shoulder, laughing very arrogantly.
"Let's go, bro. Testing in the laboratory is too boring. Let's go play by the seaside."
Half an hour later.
On a certain high seas of the Atlantic Ocean.
A nuclear-powered aircraft carrier belonging to the United States Navy was conducting a routine patrol.
Inside the command room of the aircraft carrier's island, a radar soldier suddenly shouted.
"Sir! The radar has detected two high-speed moving unidentified flying objects flying toward the fleet's direction!"
"How fast?" The Commander walked over with a frown.
"Eighteen Mach! No, it has broken fifty Mach!" There was panic in the radar soldier's voice.
"Turn on the air defense artillery! Prepare..."
The Commander's words weren't finished yet.
Boom!!
Two figures directly hovered above the sea in front of the aircraft carrier.
One was Iron Man wearing the red-gold battle armor.
The other was Luka wearing a black battle suit.
"It's the Stark Brothers!"
Seeing the image on the screen clearly, the Commander let out a sigh of relief, but then immediately became full of confusion.
"What are they running to the high seas for? An exercise?"
Above the sea.
Tony hovered in mid-air, looking at the steel behemoth below, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
"Luka, are you sure you want to do this? This aircraft carrier weighs one hundred thousand tons! If you break it, the The Pentagon will fight us to the death!"
"Break it? You're underestimating my control over power too much."
Luka smiled slightly.
The next second.
Boom!
He had already landed on the sea surface.
The biological force field instantly erupted, pressing a huge crater out of the seawater under his feet!
But he didn't sink; instead, he stood steadily on the water surface.
Immediately after, Luka stretched out both hands.
The biological force field expanded outward like a materialized giant net.
Instantly enclosing this aircraft carrier hundreds of meters long and weighing one hundred thousand tons within it!
"Rise!"
Luka roared, the muscles in his arms instantly bulged.
Inside the aircraft carrier's command room, everyone felt a violent shaking coming from under their feet.
"Alarm! The hull is leaving the sea surface! We are rising!" The radar soldier screamed frantically.
In the dull gazes of Tony and the navy soldiers.
This one-hundred-thousand-ton behemoth was impressively lifted up from the sea by Luka!
The entire aircraft carrier was suspended a dozen meters high in the air!
"Is this fucking still a human?!"
Seeing this scene, Tony was shocked beyond measure.
He felt that he had been far too blindly confident before.
Where was this a Superman? This was clearly God walking on earth!
"Tony, watch closely! This is a man's romance!"
Luka laughed loudly.
Dragging the aircraft carrier wrapped by the force field in his hand, his legs suddenly exerted force on the sea surface.
Rumble!!
The next second, Luka pulled the aircraft carrier and ran wildly across the sea surface!
The speed became faster and faster, directly plowing a white trench hundreds of meters deep on the sea surface!
The seawater rolled to both sides, forming a tsunami hundreds of meters high.
But with the existence of the biological force field, the tsunami was reasonably controlled.
The fighter jets on the deck were blown askew.
The Sirs in the command room grabbed the tables tightly, scared pale, and could only cross their chests in prayer.
"Oh God! Help!"
Tony silently followed and flew behind.
But seeing Luka pulling the aircraft carrier and drag racing on the sea, he was already numb.
Ten minutes later.
Luka had played enough and steadily put the aircraft carrier back onto the sea surface.
Looking at the battle suit and feeling the endless power, he suddenly had a new idea.
Then he clapped his hands and waved at the dazed Tony in the sky.
"Let's go, to the desert. I have a good idea."
Chapter 152: Is this what it usually feels like when you look at the world?
Nevada, a barren desert.
Strong winds whipped up yellow sand, and the scorching sun hung high in the sky.
Luka and Tony landed on a sand dune.
Tony opened his mask, looking at Luka with a complex expression.
"Why did you bring me here? Do you want to silence me? Because I saw your inhuman power?"
"You're overthinking it, Tony."
Luka rolled his eyes, smiled as he walked forward, and reached out his hand.
"Haven't you always wanted to research nano-armor?"
"Hold my hand."
Tony was stunned for a moment.
"What do you want to do? I'm warning you, I'm not interested in men, even if you are my younger brother."
"Shut your stinking mouth and reach out your hand!"
Tony suspiciously reached out his hand and grasped Luka's palm.
At the very moment of their grasp.
Luka's suit suddenly came alive, rapidly spreading along their arms and onto Tony's body.
The black substance quickly covered the mark armor on Tony's body, wrapping him up completely.
"Fuck! What kind of feeling is this?!"
Tony exclaimed.
It felt as though the suit had gained consciousness, connecting directly with his nervous system!
Moreover, as the suit covered him, Tony discovered that its appearance could change freely according to his thoughts!
"Red! Add gold!"
Tony gave the command in his mind.
Hum!
The pitch-black suit quickly turned into a red and gold color scheme, and its shape also became extremely streamlined.
Overall, it was just like the ultimate nano-armor of his dreams!
What shocked him even more was this.
The moment the suit covered him, his physical constitution was crazily amplified by the suit's enhancement effect!
Originally, because he had injected the Super Soldier Serum, his physical fitness had greatly improved, and his strength had reached the 65-ton level.
But now...
Sixty-five tons... one thousand tons... three thousand tons!
Four thousand five hundred tons!
At this moment, Tony had the illusion of invincibility.
How should he put it... He felt that his current self could knock out Hulk with a single punch!!
Damn, was this the power level Luka had before even wearing a suit?!
"Good Lord... Is this what it usually feels like when you look at the world?"
Tony clenched his fists, feeling the heaven-destroying power surging within his body.
Amidst his excitement, even his voice was trembling.
"This is simply incredible!"
"Is this what it feels like to be a god?! This feels so fucking awesome!!"
Luka stood to the side, shirtless with his hands on his hips.
"Alright, my unworldly older brother."
"This suit is alive, and the stronger the host is, the greater the enhancement. I've authorized you as the second host, so it listens to you now."
"Not only that, feel it carefully. The suit has many functions that I'm too lazy to use. For instance, flight, and weapon transformation. After all, I can fly on my own, so I don't need it for that."
Tony had a thought.
Swish!
The arm of the suit instantly transformed into a sharp red blade.
With another thought, several flexible tentacles extended from his back, dancing in the air like an octopus.
Seeing this, he had another thought.
His body floated effortlessly into the air!
"Fuck! It can really fly!!"
"It also has magic resistance!"
"I can feel there is damn magic resistance on it!"
"This is a work of art!"
Tony did a few flips excitedly, then slammed heavily onto the ground, blasting out a large crater.
For some reason, he suddenly looked at Luka.
The eyes beneath the mask flashed with eager fanaticism.
"Luka."
"What?"
"Let's have a fight."
Tony clenched his fists, his joints cracking loudly.
"Now that I've finally reached the same level as you, I want to see if a technological mind combined with this suit can beat you up!"
After hearing this, Luka was amused.
Tony, that stubborn tsundere, really wanted to rebel the moment he got some power.
"Alright. Since you're itching for a beating, as your younger brother, of course I have to satisfy you."
With that, Luka twisted his neck and assumed a fighting stance.
"Come on, don't hold back."
Boom!
Just as the words fell, Tony had already transformed into a red afterimage and rushed forward.
Thousands of tons of force erupted, and the ground instantly collapsed.
Tony threw a powerful straight punch, smashing fiercely toward Luka's face.
Luka didn't dodge or evade, swinging his right fist as well.
Bang!!!
The two fists collided!
The Shockwave exploded in the desert, resembling the detonation of a small nuclear bomb.
The flying yellow sand was blown away, revealing the rock layer underneath.
"You've got some strength, Tony."
Luka laughed out loud, delivering a backhanded whip kick to Tony's waist.
Tony was sent flying from the kick.
But mid-air, the suit instantly extended several tentacles into the ground to stabilize his posture.
"Do you think I only know how to use my fists?"
Tony sneered.
Then he brought his hands together, and the armor instantly transformed into a massive energy cannon.
Leveraging the suit's energy-absorbing trait, a thick beam of energy blasted toward Luka.
Luka's eyes lit up with red and blue light as heat vision shot out!
Rumble!
The two streams of energy collided in mid-air, remaining deadlocked.
"Is this your limit, Tony!"
"This is just the beginning!"
Soon, the two engaged in cataclysmic hand-to-hand combat in the desert.
Because their physical fitness and strength were nearly matched in this state, neither could easily breach the other's defense.
Tony constantly tested the ever-changing properties of the suit.
For instance, forming a blade one moment and a shield the next, making the fight dazzling.
Luka was not to be outdone, relying on his monstrous combat intuition and brute strength to counter every move.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!
This desert seemed to have experienced a massive earthquake.
The sand dunes were leveled, and countless deep craters were smashed into the ground.
After fighting for a full half hour, neither gained the upper hand.
"Stop!"
Luka took a few steps back and caught his breath.
"We can't breach each other's defense, this is too boring. Let's change things up."
"How?"
Tony wasn't feeling great either; although the suit blocked the damage, the shockwaves still left him slightly out of breath.
"A speed race."
Luka pointed to the distant horizon.
"No flying, only running. Run all the way to the Californiaborder, and see who gets there first."
"No problem! I'll leave you eating my dust!"
Luka didn't say anything.
The two stood at the same starting line.
"Three!"
"Two!"
"One!"
Bang!!
Both of them kicked off the ground simultaneously.
The ground instantly blasted open into two large craters.
Two afterimages sprinted wildly across the desert at an ungodly speed.
They ran so fast that even their afterimages were a blur.
Viewed from afar, one could only see two sandstorms sweeping across the vast desert.
Wherever they passed, rocks and sand flew through the air as if a natural disaster had struck.
A dozen minutes later.
On the highway at the California border.
Two figures came to a stop simultaneously, the howling wind they kicked up nearly blowing over a roadside billboard.
"It's a draw."
Luka raised an eyebrow and said with a smile.
Panting, Tony opened his mask; despite being exhausted, his eyes were brimming with excitement.
"This feeling... is so fucking awesome!"
Finally.
He looked at the suit, a flicker of reluctance flashing in his eyes, but he still had a thought.
The suit then turned into black fluid, flowing back onto Luka's body.
"Here, back to you."
Tony took a deep breath, regaining his composure.
"I've finally experienced firsthand just how monstrous you are. But research can be taken step by step."
"Still, I've got inspiration now. The suit's transformation gave me a breakthrough."
"As soon as I get back, I'm going to start developing nano-armor!"
"The day I finish building it, I'll definitely pin you to the ground and beat you up!"
Luka was stunned for a moment before bursting into laughter and patting Tony on the shoulder.
"I'll be waiting for that day, Mustache."
Chapter 153: Norman! You Coward!
When the two returned to Stark Tower, it was already afternoon.
Inside the office.
Jessica walked over holding two cups of coffee.
Seeing the two who had just entered, she squeezed out a sweet smile.
"Boss, your coffee."
Just at that moment.
On the other side of the office, Natasha walked over with a cut fruit platter in her hands, deliberately swaying her hips.
"Mr. Tony, these are the fresh fruits you wanted."
As Natasha passed by Jessica, she purposely bumped her shoulder against her.
"Excuse me, Assistant Jones. Don't block the boss's way."
Jessica's eyes turned cold as she stepped onto the top of Natasha's foot without leaving a trace.
"Sorry, Assistant Natalie. My heels are a bit high, and I couldn't steady myself."
The two locked eyes; although both were smiling, the room was already filled with a thick smell of gunpowder.
Luka picked up his coffee, took a sip, and then exchanged glances with Tony.
The two brothers tacitly wore amused smiles, as if watching a show.
"Tony."
"What's wrong?"
"Do you think if I asked the two of them to clean the house, who would wash it cleaner?"
Tony touched his chin and thought about it seriously.
"I bet on Natalie. Her bodysuit looks more waterproof."
Hearing the conversation between these two.
The smiles on Jessica's and Natasha's faces froze at the same time.
They roared frantically in their hearts.
These two vampires with no bottom line!
Sooner or later, they would send them to hell!
"What are you still standing there dazed for?"
Luka leaned back on the sofa and waved his hand lazily.
"Go get the rags. If you don't finish today, your bonuses for this month will be deducted."
...
Toward evening.
Stark Tower, first-floor lobby.
A man wearing a trench coat, a hat, and sunglasses walked in with hurried steps.
He walked to the front desk, took off his sunglasses, revealing a somewhat ferocious face.
This was precisely Norman Osborn.
He was already at his wits' end.
Last night's battle and escape had accelerated the collapse of his genes.
If he didn't get the Stark Miracle soon, he wouldn't live past this week.
"I want to see Luka Stark."
Norman's voice was hoarse, his tone pleading.
"Tell him... the chairman of Oscorp Group has come to beg him."
The receptionist was startled by his terrifying face and quickly picked up the intercom phone.
Inside the office.
Hearing Jarvis's report, Luka gave a light chuckle.
"The prey has delivered itself to our door."
"Tony, get ready to receive the documents."
"After tonight, there will be no more Oscorp Group in New York."
Tony was stunned for a moment, then gradually started to smile.
...
"Ding."
The elevator doors slowly opened.
Norman walked out, dragging his heavy footsteps.
Right now, his condition was extremely terrible.
His skin was grayish-green, and his blood vessels bulged like worms.
Therefore, he wore sunglasses and propped up the high collar of his trench coat to cover half his face.
Doing this was naturally out of fear that others would recognize this down-and-out man as the once-powerful business tycoon.
"Norman, you weak piece of trash! You actually came to beg them?"
In his mind, the Green Goblin's sharp voice was still clamoring.
"Shut up!" Norman roared inwardly.
"If I don't come, I'll die tonight! I'd rather bow my head than turn into a puddle of rotten flesh!"
Norman took a deep breath, endured the severe pain in his body and the bewitchment of the Green Goblin, and walked to the office door.
The door opened quickly.
Norman walked in.
This was an office so spacious it made people envious.
At this moment, Luka was half-lying on the sofa, with his legs crossed and resting on the coffee table.
Tony was standing in front of the projection table, holding a wrench, not knowing what parts he was hammering.
"Oh, look who this is."
Luka's gaze fell on Norman with a smile that wasn't quite a smile.
"Isn't this New York's most famous entrepreneur, the head of the Oscorp Group? What, you don't need to make empty promises to Wall Street investors today, and you have time to drop by my place?"
Hearing this, Tony looked Norman up and down, exaggeratingly frowning.
"For God's sake, Norman. Your complexion right now is uglier than a moldy avocado. I'm very curious, did you go to the wrong place? The hospital morgue is on the next block."
Faced with the Stark Brothers' sharp tongues, Norman clenched his teeth, endured the humiliation, and took off his sunglasses.
"Luka Stark. I don't have time to talk nonsense with you."
Norman stepped forward two steps, supporting his hands on the back of the sofa.
"I watched the press conference. I know you have a drug in your hands that can repair genetic defects. I need it."
Norman took a deep breath, trying to summon the last bit of confidence as a business tycoon.
"Name a price. Half a billion? One billion? As long as you can cure my illness, I am willing to pay any amount of money. This deal is a guaranteed win-win for Stark Industries."
The office fell silent for two and a half seconds.
Then, Luka and Tony exchanged glances.
"Hahahaha!"
The two brothers burst into laughter at the same time, their laughter echoing in the spacious office, sounding exceptionally harsh.
"Good grief, Tony, did you hear that?"
"He said he's going to give us one billion dollars to cure his illness. He thinks this is a guaranteed profitable deal."
Tony threw the wrench onto the table and walked over to the bar to pour himself a glass of whiskey.
"Norman, has your brain been poisoned stupid by your company's chemical agents?"
"Do you think the Stark Family lacks that one billion dollars of yours?"
"The money I donated to the charitable foundation last night was more than that amount. You actually want to use money to impress us? This is simply the funniest joke I've heard this year."
Norman's face instantly turned flush red, the cyan blood vessels on his face throbbing violently with anger.
"Then what do you want?!"
Norman roared, no longer able to maintain his superficial decency.
"As long as you let me live, name any conditions you want!"
Luka put away his smile.
He put his feet down from the coffee table and leaned forward slightly.
"Norman, actually, money really doesn't matter. Stark Industries has always been very happy to help those in trouble."
Luka paused, then gave a light chuckle.
"However, I have a slight obsession with cleanliness."
"I don't like selling medicine to perverts who like to step on gliders in the middle of the night and randomly throw pumpkin bombs on the streets of New York."
Boom!
Norman felt like a bolt from the blue.
He suddenly took a big step back, his eyes widening in horror, and his entire body trembling uncontrollably.
"You... how do you know?!"
Storms raged in Norman's heart.
The identity of the Green Goblin was his biggest secret!
He had hidden it so well that even the executives of the Oscorp Group didn't know; how did Luka know?!
"Please, man."
Tony walked over holding his wine glass, shaking his head with a face full of disgust.
"Your taste is truly terrible."
"Green bodysuit? And a stupid-looking pumpkin-shaped bomb? Did you stock up from a Halloween costume shop?"
"And the glider's engine sounds as loud as a tractor; I can hear it leaking oil from kilometers away."
"Anyone with a bit of brains can find out your background just by comparing the aerospace materials recently purchased by the Oscorp Group."
Chapter 154: Is Luka a Good Person?
Tony mercilessly exposed Norman's disguise.
Having his identity exposed to his face, Norman was even more dumbfounded.
And at the moment of his despair, the evil personality that had been lurking deep within his mind finally found an opportunity to erupt.
"I told you, they won't help us! Only power can solve everything!"
The Green Goblin's frantic laughter exploded in Norman's mind.
The next second.
Norman's body began to twitch violently.
The muscles on his face began to distort, his eyes turned pale yellow, and his pupils contracted into vertical slits.
"Hehehehe..."
A sharp and piercing strange laughter came from his mouth.
Norman's body suddenly grew taller, and his muscles directly burst through his trench coat.
The Green Goblin personality completely took over the dominant control of the body.
"Since you are courting death, then I will grant your wish!"
The Green Goblin roared, and his legs suddenly exerted force.
Boom!
The carpet was stomped into a large pit by him, and the Green Goblin turned into a blur, directly pouncing towards Luka who was sitting on the sofa.
At such a close distance, the Green Goblin believed that he could definitely snap this playboy's neck.
After all, Norman's body had been enhanced!!
However, facing the monster rushing over.
Luka didn't panic at all, still sitting steadily on the sofa.
"Tony, did you see that? This is the consequence of not taking medicine on time."
Just when the Green Goblin's hand was less than ten centimeters away from Luka's throat.
Hum!!!
A biological force field instantly erupted from Luka's body!
The force field precisely locked onto the Green Goblin, pressing heavily on his body.
"Bang!!!"
Before the Green Goblin could let out an exclamation, he had already been slammed to the ground by an invisible giant force!
The floor shattered instantly, and the cracks spread all around.
The Green Goblin was pressed tightly against the ground, and no matter how hard he tried, it was useless.
"This... What kind of power is this?!"
He felt as if his internal organs were about to be crushed, and his bones were also under unbearable pressure.
What he found most unacceptable was that he was an enhanced human after all.
Yet in front of Luka, he couldn't even last a single second!
Usually able to exchange blows with Spider-Man, he knew his own strength and shouldn't be that pathetic.
It couldn't be that Spider-Man went easy on him, could it?!
Luka shook his head and stood up leisurely.
Then he walked over to the Green Goblin lying on the ground, looking down at him condescendingly.
"You think that just because you are a monster, you can run wild in Stark Tower?"
"In front of true power, you don't even qualify to be a punching bag."
Luka raised his right foot and casually stepped on the Green Goblin's back.
Applying a little force.
"Ah!!!"
The Green Goblin let out a shrill scream, and mouthfuls of blood spewed out of his mouth.
Under the fear of death, the evil and crazy Green Goblinpersonality was instantly scared back into the deepest part of consciousness, never daring to show its head again.
Norman Osborn's primary consciousness took over the body once again.
"Don't... Don't kill me..."
Norman begged for mercy weakly, tears and snot mixed together, looking extremely miserable.
"I was wrong... I really know I was wrong..."
"No, you don't know you were wrong, you just know you're going to die."
Although disappointed, Luka still withdrew his foot and removed the biological force field.
Then he turned around and walked back to the desk, snapping his fingers.
"Jarvis, print out the document."
"Alright, sir."
The printer beside them quickly spat out a dozen-page document.
Luka picked up the document and casually threw it in front of Norman, who was lying on the ground panting.
"Take a look, this is your consultation fee."
Norman was stunned for a moment, and with trembling hands, he picked up the document.
It would have been fine if he hadn't looked, but after looking, he felt it would be better to just die.
[Oscorp Group Absolute Controlling Stake Unconditional Transfer Agreement]
"You... You guys want to swallow up Oscorp Group?!"
"Oscorp Group is not up to me alone!!"
Norman raised his head, his face full of disbelief.
This was his life's hard work! It was the business empire he was proud of!
Now, Luka actually wanted to take away all of this with a piece of contract, without giving a single penny!
"That's right."
Tony walked over holding a wine glass, mocking ruthlessly.
"Including your garbage biotechnology patents, real estate, and even the vending machines in the company building, they are all ours now."
"This is a hostile business acquisition, legal and compliant. You have no choice, Norman."
"This is robbery! This is bandit behavior!" Norman shouted in despair.
"Sorry, I am from the United States, this is my talent, not called being robber."
"Besides, you can refuse."
Luka spread his hands, looking very democratic.
"But the consequence of your refusal is that I throw you out the window, and then tell the media that the Green Goblinaccidentally fell to his death while attacking Stark Tower."
"When you die, the stock of Oscorp Group will turn into waste paper, and we can still buy it at rock-bottom prices."
Luka bent down, staring into Norman's eyes.
"If you sign now, not only will your genetic collapse be cured, but you can also save your life."
"Trading a company for your life, isn't this deal worthwhile?"
Norman blankly stared at the contract.
He knew Luka was not joking.
The reputation accumulated since childhood made everyone in the world know this guy's character and personality.
Not only has he always lacked a moral bottom line, but he also delivers on what he says.
After all, you can't expect an arms dealer to have a conscience.
What? You say he isn't a superhero?
Damn it, if you have a brain, think about how if he were a kind person, he wouldn't have established a superhero department to make money.
As far as he knew, ever since the establishment of the superhero department, Stark Industries had made a fortune by selling merchandise and other goods.
What kind of good person promotes superheroes like entertainment stars?!
After much thought, he found that in the face of overwhelming strength, he had no room to resist.
Norman tremblingly picked up the pen and signed his name on the last page of the contract.
After signing,
he seemed to have aged ten years, his body collapsed limply on the ground, his face ashen.
"Very good. Happy cooperation."
Luka picked up the contract with satisfaction and handed it to Tony beside him.
Then, he took out a small glass bottle filled with light blue liquid from his pocket and casually tossed it in front of Norman.
This is the Stark Miracle.
"Drink it. Your illness will be cured."
Hearing this, Norman grabbed it like a straw, eagerly unscrewed the cap, and chugged the liquid down in one gulp.
Only a few seconds passed.
Norman felt the intense pain in his body disappear.
The morbidity on his face quickly faded, and the bulging blood vessels returned to normal.
Even, he could feel his body full of vitality.
The mental oppression brought by the Green Goblinpersonality also completely vanished.
Miracle! This is truly a miracle!
Norman looked at his hands in shock, the despair in his heart replaced by the terror of Stark's technology.
Just what kind of terrifying technology have they mastered?!
"Alright, the illness is cured, you can get lost."
Tony waved his hand impatiently, as if shooing away a fly.
"Remember to wipe the blood off your face, don't dirty my elevator."
Norman didn't dare to say a single word.
He crawled up from the ground, scuttled out of the office, his back looking like a stray dog.
Damn it!
He will never come to Stark Industries again even if beaten to death!!
Seeing the office door close.
Luka and Tony looked at each other, both revealing victorious smiles.
"Winning a group with a market value of hundreds of billions without bloodshed."
Tony raised his wine glass and clinked it with Luka.
"Luka, I must admit, in terms of being a capitalist vampire, you are truly a genius."
"Overpraised, this is all for the development funds of the Justice League."
Chapter 155: What Kind of Scent Do You Like?
New York, Manhattan.
Inside the apartment, the setting sun streamed through the windows.
Pietro sat at one end of the sofa, holding a can of cola, his brows tightly furrowed.
His gaze crossed the coffee table, quietly observing his sister, Wanda, sitting at the other end.
At this moment, Wanda was holding a tablet, and the screen was playing various past press conference videos of Lucas.
She gazed at the charmingly smiling Lucas on the screen, the corners of her mouth curling up involuntarily, her cheeks flushed with a faint red hue.
Her fingers would swipe across the screen from time to time, dragging the progress bar back to repeatedly watch the footage of Lucas speaking.
Seeing this scene, Pietro felt that the cola in his hand was no longer sweet.
It's over. Completely over.
Wanda had completely fallen.
The way she looked at Lucas now was just like those screaming female fans under the concert stage.
What kind of love potion did that damn Stark feed her?
Just because he was handsome, strong, and very rich?
Pietro felt very displeased in his heart, but also somewhat helpless.
He knew he couldn't control his sister's romantic life, and moreover, that Lucas Stark was truly a monster whom he simply couldn't beat.
Putting down the cola, Pietro leaned back against the sofa and let out a long sigh.
Wanda already had someone she liked, even though he was a playboy.
What about me?
Pietro suddenly felt very lonely.
He wasn't young anymore this year; he and Wanda had depended on each other since childhood, and later they were captured by Hydra to be used for experiments, spending their entire adolescence in a dark underground base.
Let alone dating, he hadn't even properly held a girl's hand.
Now everyone had their own things to do.
Tony was hammering scrap metal in the laboratory, Lucas was outside acting as the richest man and a superhero, and I heard that kid Peter was getting hot and heavy with his girlfriend recently.
So, only I am left as a bachelor.
I also want to find a girlfriend, and I also want to experience the feeling of dating.
But what should I do?
I had completely no experience in this kind of thing.
If I met a girl I liked on the street, what should I say?
I couldn't just rush over and tell her I run really fast, could I?
That would sound like a pervert.
Thinking of this, Pietro irritably scratched his hair.
Could it be that I'm really going to be lonely for the rest of my life?
Just at this moment, the apartment door was pushed open.
Steve Rogers walked in with big strides.
Today, he wasn't wearing a leather jacket, but had changed into a black tactical uniform.
This uniform was very simple, without any fancy stars and stripes.
Moreover, the cut was form-fitting, outlining his hard muscle lines.
His hair was also a bit longer than before, combed back casually.
Most eye-catching was the thick beard on his face.
Matched with his stern facial features and deep gaze, it exuded an aura of having weathered the vicissitudes of life.
Right now, he was quiet, yet full of oppression.
Steve walked up to the bar counter and took a bottle of whiskey from the wine cabinet.
Then he directly unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp.
His Adam's apple bobbed, and the liquor flowed down the corner of his mouth into his thick beard.
Putting down the wine bottle, Steve fished out a cigarette, held it in his mouth, struck a match, and lit it.
Then he took a deep drag and slowly exhaled.
Then, he turned his head, his gaze locking onto Pietro, who was sitting on the sofa scratching his ears and cheeks anxiously.
"Kid, you're sitting there squirming around like a monkey with a hemorrhoid flare-up. What, is your rutting season here?"
Steve's voice was deep and his speech was not fast, carrying the hoarseness and magnetism that old-school men all had.
Pietro was stunned, and his face instantly turned red.
Then he loudly retorted, trying to conceal his guilty conscience.
"What are you talking nonsense about! I'm just... I just feel a bit bored!"
Steve raised an eyebrow, holding the cigarette as he slowly walked over to the sofa.
But he didn't sit down, instead looking down at Pietro from above.
"Don't fucking play dumb with me. I'm your ancestor in this respect."
Steve exhaled a smoke ring and glanced at him disdainfully.
"The look in your eyes right now is like a newbie who just discovered that the thing in his crotch can stand up, but doesn't know which hole to stuff it into."
"You saw your sister acting horny, became unbalanced in your heart, and want to find a woman to vent your heat. Right?"
Pietro was choked so red in the face by these straightforward words.
He originally wanted to retort, but under Steve's highly penetrating gaze, he found that he couldn't say a single word of rebuttal.
Yes, everything he said was completely right.
I just don't know what to do.
Pietro lowered his head and muttered somewhat dejectedly in a low voice.
"I've never dated a girl before, and I don't know how to strike up a conversation with them. I'm afraid that as soon as I open my mouth, they'll treat me like a freak."
Steve sneered, pulled over a sofa, and sat down.
"Today's boys are truly so weak that it makes one want to vomit."
"Your brains are filled with those bullshit romantic movies."
"You don't really think that giving a woman a few flowers and saying a few disgusting sweet words will make her spread her legs for you? What absolute bullshit."
"Women are like a loaded gun. You can't be afraid of the recoil, you have to grip it tightly, and then pull the trigger hard. The more hesitant you are, the more they'll think you're a spineless coward with no balls."
Pietro listened in utter bewilderment.
For so many years, he had never heard this kind of theory.
Thinking about it, he couldn't help but raise his own question.
"But... Lucas doesn't do it that way. I saw on the news that he's always very gentle with girls and even buys them designer bags."
"Lucas Stark is a rich pervert." Steve evaluated unceremoniously.
"He has hundreds of billions of dollars and a deceitful face. Even if a guy like this stood there and farted, women would think it was perfume. What do you have? Aside from running fast, even the money in your pocket to buy a condom is charity from Stark."
Pietro was once again beaten to a pulp, and asked somewhat despairingly.
"Then what should I do?"
Hearing this, Steve stood up and crushed the cigarette in the ashtray.
"Stand up, kid. Put on your jacket. Tonight, I'll take you to see the real world."
"Let you see how a real old-school man makes a woman willingly crawl into bed."
Half an hour later.
The two left the apartment and came to a vintage bar in downtown Manhattan.
The lighting in the bar was dim, playing low jazz music.
In front of the bar counter and in the booths, it was filled with sexily dressed women and men in suits and leather shoes.
Pietro followed behind Steve as they walked in, feeling his palms sweating.
He didn't even know where to look with his eyes, afraid that if he accidentally stared at some girl too much, he would be treated as a hooligan.
Steve was completely different.
The moment he walked into the bar, women in several booths involuntarily turned their heads, their gazes glued to his broad shoulders and sexy beard.
Steve ignored those gazes.
He quietly walked up to the bar counter, pulled out a bar stool, and sat down.
"Two bourbons, no ice. Make it quick."
The bartender hurriedly served two glasses of strong liquor.
Steve picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and then turned his head to look to the side.
At a distance of two body lengths from them sat a blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty.
The other party was wearing a red tight-fitting dress, with a very low neckline revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin. She was holding a glass of martini in her hand, her gaze somewhat languid.
"Kid. Watch closely."
Steve lowered his voice and said a sentence to Pietro, then walked over holding his glass.
Pietro nervously held his breath, staring fixedly at Steve's movements.
He thought Steve would go over and say some humorous opening lines, or treat the other person to a drink.
However, Steve did nothing of the sort.
He simply walked to the blonde beauty's side, pulled out the bar stool next to her, and sat down swaggeringly.
The distance between the two was less than twenty centimeters.
The blonde beauty was stunned for a moment, and turned her head to look at this suddenly intruding stranger.
When she saw Steve's stern, mature face and strong body,
a flash of amazement crossed the beauty's eyes, but on the surface she still put on a reserved appearance.
"Sir, this seat is taken."
Steve completely ignored her words.
Instead, he turned his body slightly, resting his arm directly on the bar counter, half-enveloping the beauty in his shadow.
Immediately afterward, his gaze swept aggressively all the way from the woman's collarbone to her face.
"Your perfume is too strong."
Steve spoke calmly.
"It covers up the scent your body is supposed to have. I don't like it."
The blonde beauty was completely dumbfounded.
She had hung out in this bar for a long time and had encountered countless men trying to strike up a conversation.
Those people either praised her for being pretty or showed off their wealth.
There had never been a man who came up and spoke to her in such an offensive tone right off the bat.
She ought to have been angry, but seeing Steve's deep eyes,
she found that she couldn't get angry after all.
On the contrary, her heart began to accelerate, and her body unconsciously grew somewhat hot.
"Then... what kind of scent do you like?"
The beauty's voice became somewhat soft, and her eyes also grew moist.
"I like the scent of a woman sweating in bed."
Steve straightforwardly slapped those words right onto the other party's face.
No buildup, no flirting, utterly vulgar.
Pietro listened and almost spat out his wine.
"God! Is he crazy?!"
"He actually said this kind of thing directly to a girl he just met?!"
"The other party will definitely throw wine in his face!"
However, the anticipated slap and splashed wine did not happen.
The blonde beauty's face turned completely red instantly.
Then she bit her lip, her gaze flickered for a moment, and then she boldly met Steve's gaze.
"Are you always this direct when you speak?"
Steve drank the rest of the wine and slammed the glass heavily onto the bar counter.
"I don't have time to play riddles with you."
He stood up, looking down at the woman from above.
"I opened a room at the Westin hotel across the street. I'll only say this once. Five minutes from now, if you don't appear at the room's door, then you can go find someone else to buy your perfume."
Finished speaking, Steve didn't even look back, turning directly to walk towards the bar's entrance.
The blonde beauty blankly watched his retreating back.
Her chest heaved violently, and her hands tightly gripped the wine glass.
Pietro was completely dumbfounded watching this.
"This... this is it?"
"He's just leaving?"
"She definitely won't go! Steve's attitude is too terrible!"
Pietro hurriedly stood up, preparing to chase after Steve.
Just as he turned around, he saw the blonde beauty suddenly stand up from the bar stool.
The other party didn't even want her unfinished wine, grabbed the handbag placed on the bar counter, and hurried out towards the bar entrance.
That direction was precisely the direction Steve had left in.
Pietro widened his mouth, wearing a look of doubting life.
"She actually chased after him?!"
"Good lord, this is unscientific!"
"This completely defies common sense!"
"Why do women like this kind of rough guy?!"
Pietro hurriedly ran out of the bar.
On the street opposite, he saw Steve.
Steve was standing under a streetlight smoking.
That blonde beauty had already trotted up to his side.
Not only did she actively link her arm through his, but half her body was also pressed against his strong pectoral muscles.
Steve couldn't even be bothered to look down at her, simply flicking away the cigarette butt, wrapping an arm around her waist, and walking into the hotel lobby.
Just before entering the door, Steve turned his head and cast a distant glance at Pietro standing at the street corner.
Then, saying nothing, he simply made a vulgar pelvic thrust gesture before disappearing into the hotel's revolving door.
Pietro was left in complete disarray in the wind.
So this was a real man.
No nonsense needed, no ingratiating needed.
As long as you are tough enough and domineering enough, women will deliver themselves to your door.
Pietro took a deep breath, turned around, and walked back into the bar.
He felt that he should also go try this method.
This time, he was incomparably confident.
As if he were the next Lucas Stark.