Superman of the Marvel Universe

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Southern Nevada, Lincoln County.

This is the highest-secret military base in the U.S. military. On the surface, it is used for the secret development and testing of Air Force aircraft, and other research projects are conducted behind the scenes.

Because of the air traffic control and the fact that it is a restricted area under martial law, all kinds of strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.

For example, many people claim to have seen UFOs.

Some people believe that the body of an alien is preserved in this military base.

Every newly elected US president will come to visit.

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

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

A military official said excitedly.

"I'm going to be in Las Vegas for a while and if I get the chance, I'm going to... participate in some of these fun activities."

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.

I have to say, this is a bit disappointing.

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

It was abandoned after World War II. Later, Lockheed's Skunk Works chose it as a testing site for the U-2 spy plane and built a 7000-meter-long runway.

After lifting the mysterious veil, Area 51, which has caused countless people to speculate, seems so ordinary.

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

Luke looked around, finalizing his idea.

Then, he was in the eyes of everyone either worshiping or admiring him.

The tall figure soared into the sky, causing an atmospheric explosion.

"Superman!"

Below are excited American soldiers.

Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from downtown Las Vegas. At Luke's flying speed, it can be reached almost instantly.

Boom!

I saw an afterimage passing by the horizon, and the billowing air waves made an explosion sound.

The dark red cloak brought strong wind, and Luke landed steadily on the tarmac of the Flamingo Hotel.

"Alessandro, you look a little nervous, what happened?"

Luke pushed open the tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, a hotel owner, a guest of the city government and a mafia boss, had something wrong with his expression.

Sweat was dripping from the Italian's forehead, and his eyes were evasive and a little worried.

"General, you are finally back."

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

"Mr. Stark, who came with you, has been missing for two days."

Luke raised his eyebrows. He was a little surprised that something happened to that guy Howard.

Due to the last assassination of Essex Biological Corporation, the latter has become more vigilant and has to carry his own portable power armor wherever he goes.

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

If someone wants to take advantage of Howard, whether it is a sneak attack or a visit, the process will not go smoothly.

"Is it a kidnapping or something else?"

Luke's calm voice quickly calmed down Alessandro's anxious mood.

"neither."

The mafia boss struggled to organize his words. He seemed to be at a loss for words.

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

"I was worried that something happened to Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for him."

"But after they stepped through the door 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 crucial questions.

“Hotel Hell.”

Alessandro replied.

Luke mused, leaning closer to the couch.

He had only doubted it before, but now he was basically certain.

Howard's disappearance must have been caused by Mephisto, the Lord of Hell.

But why would that old devil target Iron Man's father?

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

In order to obtain wealth, their hands were stained with blood - arms dealers were originally selling death.

But a person's soul does not become very weighty just because he has done 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 collected his thoughts and asked softly.

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

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

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

"Well, I can't remember clearly, it seems... it was a week ago, or two weeks ago."

Luke looked at Alessandro, who seemed to be affected by some strange power, and his memory became confused.

Obviously, this is also Mephisto's fault.

"Did this guy move hell to Las Vegas?"

Luke raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking through many obstacles and seeing the dark tower towering into the clouds.

It obviously has such a strange shape, with billowing smoke and flames coming out.

But the pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye and were unconsciously attracted to join the long queue.

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

The corner of Luke's mouth curved slightly, and he chuckled: "If you beat me once, there will be a second time."

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

He looked down at all the living beings with his arrogant eyes.

The long queue outside has blocked the traffic on the street.

But there are still people joining in, as if they are possessed.

"So tempting, so satisfying!"

Mephisto took a deep breath and crawled under his feet in this city with 170 million people living in it.

To the old devil, this is 170 million delicious souls, and a huge order of inestimable value.

"They all voluntarily put their souls into my hands."

A proud smile appeared on Mephisto's lips. He did not obtain those human souls through coercion or robbery.

Every guest who walks into the Hell Hotel exchanges his soul for chips and signs a pledge contract.

"I have not violated the rules of the Supreme Mage. There is no way for Ancient Yi to come to my door. The soul has confirmed its ownership and will fall into hell sooner or later."

Mephisto thought of this, and the smile on his face became brighter.

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

In the long career of the old devil, he always looks for people who are insatiable and ambitious, or people who are extremely thirsty and easy to be fooled.

Then, sell them the hell of a personal safety insurance policy.

He coaxed the other party with some devilish words and waited for the other party to sign the contract.

It’s hard to describe how time-consuming and slow the efficiency is.

In the past, the old devil liked to play games like this and witnessed with his own eyes the greed, violence, malice and other dark emotions in human beings being seduced out of their hearts.

Watch them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into hell with faces full of regret, unwillingness and fear.

Mephisto enjoys savoring the complexity and distortion of human nature, treating it like cups of richly flavored wine.

It's just that if you play the same game for a long time, you will inevitably feel bored.

"It's time to play differently."

Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, and the scarlet liquid rippled in circles.

jingle!Jingle Bell!

The piercing sound of the phone interrupted the old devil's complacent and successful personal time.

"Mendes, I hope you are really in a hurry, otherwise I will throw you to the ninth level of hell and let you be eaten by evil spirits who have been hungry for thousands of years."

Mephisto spoke of the most terrible punishment in the gentlest tone.

As a casino manager, Mendes trembled all over, and a strong fear appeared on his face.

All the demons in hell know that Mephisto has no mercy on his subordinates who do not do their job well.

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

There was a trace of panic in Mendes' voice.

"Hashim can't stand it anymore!"

Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashim was a consecutive champion of the World Poker Competition during his lifetime. Especially in Texas Hold'em, he could be said to be a gambling king.

Of course, the reason why he has such superb skills is because he signed a contract with the old devil.

Hashem, a young and prosperous gambling king, died in an accidental car accident, and his soul fell into the hands of Mephisto.

Now that everything has been put to good use, the enslaved soul of Hashem was placed in the poker area of ​​the casino by the old devil as a town hall presence.

There are many more human souls like Hashem, Mephisto.

In his casino, no one can win all the time.

"Trash, let a human being be so arrogant in the Hell Hotel!"

Mephisto cursed and hung up the phone.

Then, a black flame rose to the sky, rendering the scene of the casino on the twelfth floor——

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

“It’s actually Hashim’s best game of Texas Hold’em.”

Mephisto frowned even more.

He couldn't understand how Hashem could fail miserably in a game he was so proud of.

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

Apparently he has been winning continuously and has never lost.

"Sorry, I'm still older than you."

The young man sitting opposite Hashim spread out his cards and once again won a bunch of various chips branded with the devil with ram's horns.

"Looks like you're having bad luck today. Lady Luck lifted her skirt for me and gave you the middle finger."