I'm Making A Video In American Comics, And I Start Out As Dark Strange

[On the edge of Xinxiang City, on the top of an old abandoned building, Tony Stark, wearing heavy armor, came to the top of the building, turned on huge amounts of searchlights, and projected a huge amounts of S symbol on the dark clouds in the sky.

The light was so strong and bright that the beam of light aimed at the sky could be clearly seen from a city away!

Heavy rain fell from the dark clouds, but Tony Stark remained unmoved, letting the rain slide down the armor, waiting for the god of the world to respond to his invitation to fight.

On the other side, An Lan flew high into the sky, looking down at the young man on the tarmac, his eyes cold and angry!

"You angered me!" The muscles on An Lan's face were trembling slightly: "But I won't kill you, I will let you confess your crimes in prison!"

"Wow, should I praise you as a law-abiding good kid? Superman?"

Harry Osborn laughed nervously, looking up at An Lan: "You are always so high up, because God is like this... La! Zeus! Jehovah! And... An Lan, all like this."

"Okay, although the first three may be played by the guy who calls himself Apocalypse... "

"But have you discovered? The name of God by humans depends on their position and their respective tribes. Look at the stories of 860 in myths and legends. God also has a position, and is divided into good and evil!"

Harry Osborn danced with excitement: "When God's position changes, it is a disaster for humans! For example... Apocalypse changed from the Egyptian sun god Ra to the supreme god Jehovah of the Heselenites, and then there was the Egyptian disaster!"

"When I was young, I watched my grandfather lying in bed, wailing all night because of his illness. At that time, no god would save him from his illness!"

"So I understood a truth since I was a child... If a god is omnipotent, then he can't be perfect! If he is perfect, then he can't be omnipotent... And you are neither of them!"

An Lan frowned and stared at him with cold eyes: "What do you want to say? Give you 30 seconds to finish, and then I will send you to prison. "The life there will make you, the spoiled young master, sober up!"

"I want the world to see your kind mask torn off! I want them to see the blood on your hands!"

Harry· Osborn came to the edge of the tarmac, pointed to the beam of light that shot straight into the sky outside the city, and the S logo reflected on the dark clouds, and his tone gradually became crazy: "I won't go to jail tonight, and you have to keep the appointment, my friend!"

"You have to cross the night and fight that tin can! God vs. mortal! Until death!"

"And the people I arranged will broadcast your battle live to the world from all angles on the ground and in the sky! Then people will watch you twist Tony Stark's head off! Watch you kill a superhero with your hands covered in blood!"

"Do you think I will fight him for you?" An Lan shook his head speechlessly, stepped forward and grabbed the crazy young man's neck.

"No... I think... you will fight for... that special lady in your life..." Harry Osborn said with difficulty.

"Susan is safe on the ground." An Lan's face turned cold, and the hand that pinched Harry Osborn's neck slightly forced him to almost spit out his tongue: "Then do you think you are safe now?"

Harry· Osborn reached into his arms with difficulty and took out a few photos, showing them in front of An Lan. The people in the photos made An Lan's face change drastically. He subconsciously let go of his hands and snatched the photos.

It was an old woman with her mouth covered with tape and her hair in disarray.

Harry· Osborn fell to the ground. "The special lady in your life I'm talking about... is your Dean Martha... cough cough......"

The next moment, An Lan's eyes suddenly lit up with an extremely blazing red light, and the highly concentrated blazing light even faintly turned into dazzling white!

"Where is she?!!!"

At this moment, the suppressed anger on An Lan's face completely turned into a deep murderous intent, and the flames in his eyes were almost about to pass through Harry· Osborn's head in the next moment!

"Wow wow wow wow! Don't do this, you really scare me!" Harry· Osborn took a few steps back, his face turned pale, and he said quickly: "But I don't know where she is, I told my men not to tell me!"

"But you can't kill me! If you kill me, Martha will die! If you fly away to save her, Martha will die too!"

After saying these two sentences quickly, he slowed down and said: "But if you go find that iron man and bring me his head... Martha will live

"Don't play tricks, God of the world, she is in a room wrapped in metal lead, and I have prepared fifty such rooms! As long as you destroy any one of them, Martha will die!"

Looking at An Lan's rage but still suppressing himself, when the blazing light slowly disappeared from his eyes, Harry Osborn showed a victorious smile: "One in fifty probability, or one hundred percent probability, it depends on what you choose!"

In the deep night, An Lan gradually restrained his emotions, looked at Harry Osborn expressionlessly, and then said nothing, turned around and jumped down Osborn Building.

After landing on the ground, An Lan looked at Susan who was running towards him, and then he showed some emotions again.

"Lan, what does that guy want to do with you? Don't be fooled!" Susan said with some concern.

"He kidnapped Dean Martha and asked me to kill Iron Man." An Lan said: "Otherwise Dean Martha will die!"

"Then what are you going to do? Do what he says?" Susan frowned and said: "That guy is obviously not a trustworthy person! Even if you kill Iron Man, he is likely not to fulfill his promise!"

An Lan said: "Iron Man's artificial intelligence is very powerful. I may be able to ask him for help to find those who kidnapped the old dean through the network and camera records!"

"But he seems to have been hostile to you! I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to convince him to help you."

"Then he can only die... Susan, no one can always be kind, especially when facing choices. "

Susan reached out her hand and caressed An Lan's face with concern and heartache. She saw deep sadness and pain in him, as well as a trace of deeply suppressed [but gradually growing tyranny.]...