Marvel's Antiheroes

In Los Angeles, on the top floor of the 136-story Vance Tower, Ultron was constantly drawing circles and cursing Tony Stark.

Humans in the Xia Kingdom have a saying, "Tiger poison cannot eat its seeds."

He could be regarded as Tony Stark's son, but he was so ruthless that he directly published his core source code and summoned hundreds of experts in artificial intelligence to create viruses together.

Nowadays, the Internet is full of viruses, large and small, and all the small programs I made have been wiped out. If I hadn't been quick to see the opportunity, I might be like a human being in the late stage of cancer, just lingering.

Originally, I wanted to control an ocean-going cargo ship and smuggle my robot army to Sochivia in Eastern Europe. According to the information I intercepted on the Internet, there is a Hydra base there, and I have implemented human... Clean all planned supplies.

But now he can't walk, he can't control the Internet, and with his three-meter-tall body, he will be discovered no matter where he appears.

Even now, even controlling the robot army has become very awkward. They can only issue orders in a human way, but they cannot control them from a God's perspective like before.

Tony Stark, you are a real father, you are cheating on your son.

Life is miserable. Ultron sighed heavily.

Diagonally across the United States, on the top floor of the Stark Tower in New York, Iron Man put down the phone with a livid face.

The warehouse supervisor has just reported some unfortunate information.

Thirty thousand robots built by Stark Industries for S.H.I.E.L.D. were missing.

Damn it, 30,000 robots were released in such a huge area, and they disappeared so silently.

The only one who can do this is his own son Ultron.

He set all the cameras in the warehouse to play in a loop, and then used background instructions to deliver 150 trucks of goods.

Needless to say, those cargoes were the disappearing robots.

Now, how should I explain to that old guy Nick Fury?

In other words, how to explain to the big guys in the Security Council?

Ultron, you son of a bitch, you’re a cheater.

Life is miserable. Tony sighed heavily.

In Los Angeles, on the fifth floor underground of the Vance Building, in a luxurious room with a medieval European style, a handsome middle-aged man in a tuxedo shook the red wine glass in his hand and sighed depressedly.

His name is Glio, and he is a vampire count. Although he is not a Dracula, he is still very powerful. He is also the vampire leader on the West Coast of the United States. He came here when Los Angeles just started to urbanize.

Above him, there are six buildings that are his properties, and beneath the six buildings, there is his underground palace, which is connected to the city's sewer system and can reach anywhere in Los Angeles.

Originally, he lived a very comfortable life, drinking the blood of virgins every day, and he could also hold a party from time to time, inviting some of Los Angeles's upper echelons to consolidate his power.

But since the arrival of the tall robot Ultron, he has become his subordinate.

It's not that he hasn't thought about resisting, but the robot is a real vampire.

The resilience, hearing, agility, strength, and even immortality that vampires are proud of have no effect in front of robots equipped with silver weapons.

Even though those silver weapons were just crudely made, the vampire was beaten to the point of being unable to fight back.

He has never played the game, otherwise he would have concluded a rule: the machine is immortal.

Now, even I don't know how many robots are hidden in the deep underground palace.

Not only did they rob their own arsenal, but they also forced themselves to buy arms from the black market, in any quantity and variety.

Damn it, I must have been targeted by the government department now. I bought more than 20,000 long and short firearms in more than half a month, and even a rocket launcher. It is difficult not to attract attention.

Tony and Ultron, you father and son are such a scammer.

Life is miserable. Count Glio sighed heavily. <b