Two days later, at 10:22 PM 10:22 PM, Tony Stark's car stopped in front of the Golden Tower.
Of course, the name of this building had already been changed.
It had quietly gone from Golden Tower to Heisenberg Tower.
Brooklyn residents had no idea why. They even thought New York was commemorating some scientist who had failed to help Germany develop nuclear weapons.
As for Heisenberg, what could he do? He could only enjoy the flattery from his underlings.
Looking up at the Heisenberg Tower logo that had been installed less than a day ago, Tony shook his head in annoyance.
"That alien is seriously this high-profile. What the hell."
As he spoke, he followed the greeter's invitation and entered the elevator to the nightclub, with his driver and bodyguard Happy by his side.
When they stepped out of the elevator, sweat had already formed on Happy's forehead.
Because the briefcase in his hand was not light at all.
But he had to carry it, because he knew that thing was his boss's final and most critical safety guarantee.
They crossed the corridor and entered the roaring nightclub hall.
In an instant, blinding lights slammed into Tony Stark's face.
"Let's welcome New York's pride, the world's sexiest billionaire, the youngest genius in the history of science, our superhero Iron Man, Tonyyyyy Stark!!!"
"Wooo!!!"
"He actually came! He turned down Congress twice!"
"He's got the right! I'm in love with this club!"
"An astronomy-themed strip party! This is genius!"
Countless Wall Street customers drawn in by Tony Stark's name immediately etched Heisenberg's club into their minds.
For a while, this place would become the gathering spot for these investment elites.
Don't ask them why.
Anywhere Stark might show up was the most attractive place.
Whether it was fighting for Stark's investment, or squeezing their way into some Stark project to invest themselves, as long as you got anything at all, you would ride Stark's wave straight up.
Tony was long used to the noise. He greeted people he knew with confident ease.
And he did it fast, very fast.
For example…
"Ha, you. That loser?"
"You came too? Because the real Academy wouldn't invite you?"
"Seeing you here makes me so happy. Your ex is gorgeous, and she made the last two issues of Playboy. She's amazing!"
"I really don't want to see you. It makes me feel guilty. Guilty that the little thing I built in half a day ruined the big plan you invested in for two years."
"You want my opinion on the 'Academy of Sciences' nightclub? It's a damn genius name, but I bet the professors won't like it."
"Justin Hammer, why aren't you studying your medieval armor? You here to kiss up to me for inspiration?"
In short…
With Tony's unique greeting skills, he quickly cleared out a private space for himself.
He had to admit, the quality of the dancers here was ridiculously good.
Not inferior to some smaller Victoria's Secret runway shows.
But for some reason, he kept feeling that among these dancers, a few of them were dangerous.
Was it his imagination?
Whatever. Who cared!
Tony sank into the club atmosphere and couldn't pull himself out.
By midnight, he didn't even remember how much he'd drunk.
But he finally remembered the real reason he came.
He wanted to see that alien, with his own eyes.
So he staggered over and grabbed one of the servers assigned to him.
"Where's your boss? Heisenberg. I want to see him."
"Please wait a moment. I'll contact my boss for you."
The server had long been ready to contact Heisenberg. In his eyes, if the new boss could invite the famous playboy Tony Stark, then at the very least they were friends.
…
While the server called Heisenberg, in a corner booth on a couch.
Steve Rogers frowned, studying Tony Stark, who reeked of alcohol.
"Just like his father," Steve said helplessly.
"This playboy vibe is carved into his bones."
"Yeah." Coulson nodded while sipping his drink.
Hearing that, Captain Rogers looked at Coulson and asked quietly, "Do we really need to meet Stark in a place like this? Are you sure he can still think straight?"
"Of course," Coulson said. "We've already collected intelligence. Someone who's waited a long time is going to deliver a carefully prepared gift to Stark today, right here in this nightclub."
"Hah?" Captain Rogers took a displeased sip. "So he's going to be in danger, and we're not stopping it in advance, we're using it to…"
"To achieve a greater goal," Coulson cut in. "Captain, the Avengers need Tony's power. S.H.I.E.L.D. needs it even more."
"And we won't let him get seriously hurt."
Coulson shrugged at Rogers, equally helpless.
…
At the same time, Heisenberg was lying on the rooftop out of boredom.
He was wearing casual sleepwear, and the collar was loose, exposing his powerful chest.
He actually looked not that different from the actor who played Superman in the Justice League.
Since it was midnight, Heisenberg was checking what he'd gained over the past day.
[Your decision to rule over New York caused over three hundred gang members to die.]
[More people were affected as a result. Today you obtained 5.4265.426 cubic units of Origin Matter.]
"So 5,4265,426 people's fates were changed…"
Heisenberg muttered and smiled faintly.
Just a decision tossed out casually, and Origin Matter came rushing in like it had wings.
He almost didn't dare imagine how much Origin Matter he'd get if he truly destroyed Earth.
"System, create a request. Send me back to where I was before I transmigrated. How much Origin Matter?"
[Returning to the DC universe requires 282282 cubic units of Origin Matter.]
[Returning to the Origin Universe requires 6,4406,440 cubic units of Origin Matter.]
"Got it." Heisenberg nodded, a little light appearing in his eyes.
Once he saved up enough Origin Matter, he would go back to his old Earth first and take a good look around.
His parents deserved a better life.
Too bad all I can do is keep making them worry…
Right then, his phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Boss, Tony Stark wants to see you. What do you say?"
"Tell him to wait."
Heisenberg agreed readily. He wasn't some shy young lady. What was there to hide?
The reason he hadn't come down to enjoy the party was only because he still hadn't walked out of his inner period of confusion.
But that didn't mean he was afraid to show his face.
So Heisenberg came down in his pajamas, riding the elevator straight into the nightclub.
The crowd inside was packed, but who could block Heisenberg's path?
He knocked more than a dozen drunk customers onto their backs, then swaggered into place and sat down across from Tony.
He picked up a glass, filled it for himself, and asked Tony, "Earth's superhero, huh. Tsk. Nice to meet you."
"Yeah, I'm Earth's hero," Tony jabbed back. "What about you, Krypton's criminal?"
Heisenberg didn't care about Tony's drunk mouth for the moment. He drained the glass, then poured himself another drink, nodding carelessly.
"Correct. Krypton's criminal, exile, a man without a homeland. Use whatever words you want."
"And then you can use any random punch to turn my armor and me into dust together?" Tony kept jabbing.
That finally made Heisenberg a little unhappy.
"Are you sure you prefer communicating like this?" Heisenberg frowned.
Tony nodded like it was nothing.
"What else? Like you? Communicate by blowing someone's head apart?"
Tony laughed unpleasantly as he continued.
"That won't work. I can't blow your head apart."
"Mm. You really are asking to get hit," Heisenberg said, taking an irritated sip.
He was getting annoyed. Forget how many fans Stark had, that personality and that filthy mouth…
Believe it, nobody would like sitting beside him and talking.
Except people he acknowledged, and people who worshipped him.
Guys like him were doomed to have no other friends.
But Heisenberg, too lazy to bother listening to every sound around him, didn't realize something.
The moment he decided Tony had no friends, Tony's enemy showed up.
I've got no friends, but I've got enemies.
Crackle!
The instant Heisenberg swallowed that drink, an intense flare of light burst inside the club.
Countless currents, as if bound and whipped into shape by something, slammed hard into the floor.
Heisenberg and Tony both looked toward the source.
Damn it. They seemed to both recognize the guy crackling with electricity.
Tony only felt familiarity, like he'd seen someone who looked like this in old photos of his dad, standing beside a similar man.
But Heisenberg…
"Why is Whiplash here?"
He muttered softly.
"Looks like my appearance really did create a serious butterfly effect in this universe."
At the same time, Whiplash kept snapping the electrified whips in his hands.
The violent noise and jumping sparks sobered up almost every customer in the club.
"Ahhh, what is that?!"
"Damn it, is this some nightclub horror show?!"
"Holy shit, my legs!"
One unlucky guy got swept across the waist by Whiplash's electric lash, and both legs were severed right at the tops of the thighs.
"Tony Stark!!!"
Whiplash roared, rage rolling out of him as he shouted to everyone around.
"Ever since I got news you'd be at this party, I've been waiting for today!"
"No, I should say, ever since your father stole my father's achievement and drove him to a miserable death, I've been waiting for today!"
Snap!
A surging arc flashed from his hand, and the floor Heisenberg had renovated less than a week ago gained another dirty black scar.
"You and your father are the same. Fake, sly, arrogant bastards."
"But I'm going to let you know. All that 'greatness' you show them was built by stealing other people's research results!"
Snap!
The electric whip slashed right past Heisenberg's eyes, and the table Heisenberg had been resting his arm on was split in half.
Tony panicked, vaulted over the couch, and ran like crazy toward Happy.
But Happy was completely blocked by the chaos of the crowd and couldn't get to Tony at all.
So the moment he confirmed Tony's position, he hurled the heavy briefcase over.
Thud!
The briefcase hit the floor, and Tony threw himself toward it.
But the crowd was too thick, the scene too chaotic.
Even though the case was less than 55 meters away, he couldn't reach it.
Snap!
The electric whip struck down in front of Tony, right between him and the briefcase.
"What's that, Tony Stark?" Whiplash smiled cruelly. "Looking at how pathetically you're running for it, is that your trump card?"
Whiplash stepped forward, one step at a time, until he stood before Tony.
His crackling, arc-wreathed body blocked Tony's path to the briefcase, and that left Tony with no way out.
"Who are you, pal?" Tony's big heart flipped on. Not only did he not fear, he mocked Whiplash mercilessly. "You think you can beat me with that pile of cheap trash on your body?"
"Looks like you've touched on my field a little, but what are you proud of? Those junk whips aren't even as good as the toys I mess with casually!"
"Haha, Tony, your mouth is always tough, just like your damned father!" Whiplash laughed.
Crackle!
Two lightning whips crossed over Tony's body, leaving scars more than 66 meters long on the floor to either side.
By now, the nightclub guests had already fled at least twenty meters away.
But they didn't leave.
Instead, they were insanely curious about the battle in front of them.
Iron Man and some enemy…
Tsk. With a show like this, tonight's club trip really wasn't wasted.
Nearby, Whiplash drove Tony back again and again with his savage electric lashes.
He was enjoying it, enjoying the taste of bringing fear to Tony.
"My father died in a park. Nobody cared about his death."
"And you enjoy everyone's worship, flowers and applause, not caring that your success was built on my father's life's work!"
Snap!
This lash was vicious, slamming down right between Tony's legs.
Luckily, Tony spread his legs in an ugly stance, barely avoiding being split in half down there.
But dodging once meant nothing. Whiplash had real killing intent now.
"You call yourself Iron Man, acting like you save people, but who's going to save you now?"
"Tony Stark, you despicable little man born from a despicable family. Goodbye!"
The crossed arcs whipped straight at Tony.
He couldn't dodge this strike.
But how could Tony just wait to die?
"Are you really going to watch me die in your nightclub?" Tony screamed at Heisenberg. "Damn it!"
And Heisenberg…
He first glanced at Captain America, who was already charging toward Whiplash.
Then he looked at Tony's terrified, miserable face.
In the blink of an eye, Heisenberg snatched a camera from a reporter dozens of meters away and took a photo of Tony from a good angle.
Then he burst into loud laughter.
"Tony, you really damn well deserve it, hahaha!"
Bang!
Heisenberg finished laughing, and Captain America had already kicked Whiplash flying.
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