Superman

"Welcome to Hotel Hell, have a good time."

Chapter 3 This old devil, I beat up

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 secretly develop and test Air Force aircraft, and conduct other research projects secretly.

Because of the air control and the fact that it belongs to the restricted zone of martial law, all kinds of strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.

For example, many people are conclusive, claiming that they have seen UFOs.

It is also believed that the body of an alien is kept in this military base.

Every newly elected president of the United States will come to visit.

Yes, this place is called "Area 51" by later generations.

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

A military official said excitedly.

"I'll be in Las Vegas for a while, and if I get the chance, I'll be part of the fun."

Luke showed a standard business smile. He visited this military base with curiosity.

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

Have to say, it was a bit disappointing.

The mysterious Area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery practice range.

It was abandoned after the end of World War II. Later, Lockheed's skunk factory chose it as an experimental site for the U2 spy plane, and specially built a 7000-meter-long runway.

After uncovering that layer of mystery, Area 51, which has caused countless speculations, seems so ordinary.

"According to Nick Free's habit of building safe houses all over the world, this is a good place."

Luke looked around, hammering out ideas.

Afterwards, he was in the eyes of everyone who worshiped or admired him.

The tall and straight figure soared into the sky, causing an explosive sound of the atmosphere.

"Superman!"

Below are excited American soldiers.

Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from downtown Las Vegas, and at Luke's flying speed, it arrived almost instantly.

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 tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, who was the owner of the hotel, the guest of the city hall and the boss of the mafia, had a strange expression on his face.

Sweat dripped from the Italian's brow, and his eyes were averted and worried.

"General, you are finally back."

Alessandro seemed to have seen a savior. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, wiping away the greasy sweat.

"Mr. Stark who came with you, he has disappeared for two days."

Luke raised his eyebrows, and that fellow Howard would also have an accident, which surprised him a little.

Due to the assassination of the Essex Bio Company last time, the latter's vigilance has increased even more, and no matter where they go, they must carry their own portable power armor.

As for the Iron Overlord armor, it's in the basement of Stark's mansion.

If someone wants to get Howard's idea, whether it's a sneak attack or assassination, or a visit, the process will not be too smooth.

"Is it kidnapping, or something else?"

Luke's steady voice quickly calmed Alessandro's restless mood.

"neither."

The mafia boss struggled to organize his words, and he seemed a little at a loss for what to say.

"Two days ago, Mr. Stark entered a newly opened hotel and never came out again."

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

"However, after they stepped into the gate of that hotel, they seemed to disappear."

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

"What's the name of that hotel?"

He asks key questions.

"Hotel Hell."

Alessandro replied.

Luke thoughtfully, leaning closer to the sofa.

He was just skeptical before, but now he is basically sure.

Howard's disappearance must have been caused by the hell lord Mephisto again.

It's just that the old devil, why did he focus on Iron Man's father?

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

In order to obtain wealth, arms dealers have blood on their hands.

But a person's soul does not become very important because of doing 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 pop up?"

Luke restrained his thoughts and asked softly.

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

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

The old devil in hell is no match for Superman, let alone in the world now.

"Uh, I can't remember exactly, it seems like 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 Mephisto's trick.

"Is this guy moving hell to Las Vegas?"

Luke raised his eyes and looked into the distance, through the obstacles, he saw the towering black tower.

Obviously, it has such a strange shape, billowing smoke and flames.

But the pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye, instead they were unconsciously attracted and joined the long line.

"The first time is raw, the second time is familiar."

The corner of Luke's mouth curled into a slight arc, and he said with a chuckle: "If you beat him once, there will be a second time."

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

He looked down at all living beings below with his haughty eyes looking down on all living beings.

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

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

"So tempting, so satisfying!"

Mephisto took a deep breath, and the city crawling under his feet was home to 170 million people.

For the old devil, this is 170 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order with inestimable value.

"They all voluntarily handed over their souls to me."

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Mephisto's mouth. He did not obtain those human souls by means of coercion or robbery.

Every guest who walks into the Hell Hotel, they exchange their souls for chips and sign a pledge contract.

"I have not violated the precepts of the supreme mage, and there is nothing wrong with Gu Yi coming to the door. The soul has confirmed its belonging, and sooner or later it will fall into hell."

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

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

In his long career, the old devil has always been looking for those who have insatiable desires and ambitions, or those who are extremely longing and easy to be fooled.

Then, sell them hell on personal safety insurance.

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

The length of time-consuming and the slowness of efficiency are really indescribable.

In the past, the old devil liked to play such games, and witnessed those human beings, their dark emotions such as greed, tyranny, and viciousness were seduced out.

Watching them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into hell with regret, unwillingness and fear on their faces.

Mephisto enjoys tasting the complexity and distortion of human nature endlessly, and regards it as a cup of rich wine aging.

It's just that 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 harsh sound of the phone interrupts the old devil's self-satisfied and successful personal time.

"Mundes, 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 evil spirits who have been hungry for thousands of years."

Mephisto spoke the most horrific punishment in the gentlest tone.

Mendes, who was the manager of the casino, trembled all over, and a thick fear appeared on his fleshy face.

All the demons in hell know that Mephisto has always been merciless to his subordinates who are ineffective.

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

There was a trace of panic in Mendes' voice.

"Hashim is going to be overwhelmed!"

Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashim was the consecutive champion of the world poker tournament, especially in Texas Hold'em, he can be said to be a master of gambling king level.

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

The young gambling king Hashim, who was in the limelight, died in an accidental car accident, and his soul fell into the hands of Mephisto.

Now, the enslaved Hashem soul was put into the poker area of ​​the casino by the old devil, as the existence of the town.

Human souls like Hashem, Mephisto and many more.

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

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

Mephisto cursed and hung up the phone directly.

Afterwards, a mass of pitch-black flames rose from the ground, rendering a picture of the casino on the twelfth floor

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

"It's actually Hashim's best Texas Hold'em."

Mephisto frowned even tighter.

He couldn't figure out how Hashem could lose so badly at a game he was so proud of?

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

Obviously, it has been winning consecutively and has never lost.