Godslayer in the Marvel Universe

Chapter 14 Tony's Savior?

Gulfstream private jets soar through the blue sky.

This thing was hyped up before someone time-traveled. The plane itself is expensive, but renting it only costs a little over six figures in US dollars a day. Uh, as a regular customer, you also get a limited-time offer of using flight attendants.

Loud music blared in the cabin, neon lights flashed incessantly, and the beautiful flight attendants, holding champagne glasses, swayed gracefully, occasionally casting flirtatious glances at the young and handsome man on the main sofa.

"Louis!" Ang said, putting his arm around his bodyguard.

"Boss?"

"Go on, you and your brothers have worked hard these past few days, so let loose and release your hormones!"

"And what about you?"

Ang smiled without saying a word, then put his arm around the slender waist of the black canary beside him, his fingers tracing her abs through her shirt. Miss Dana actually had goosebumps, but could only manage a forced smile.

"I thank you for your generosity on behalf of God, Boss!" Louis led the way, and all the bodyguards chuckled as they carried several coquettish flight attendants to the front cabin, closing the cubicle door behind them.

The black canary should have been afraid.

Perhaps having learned from experience, she turned to Ang and said, "Boss, you're not going to use me as a cover again, are you?"

"You're so clever. Do you want me to reward you with a kiss?" Ang hooked his finger around Diana's pointed chin.

For some reason, the black canary had a contradictory feeling of being both happy and depressed.

What's gratifying is that Ang seems to genuinely respect her and doesn't casually trample on her dignity.

The frustrating thing is... is my beautiful face just a facade?

She gently brushed Ang's fingers away: "If this is not an order, please forgive me for refusing."

It's a clear message to Ang: if you use force, I can't resist, but I, Black Canary—will never be a slave!

Ang wasn't annoyed at all; instead, he smiled and said, "My dear Miss Lance, if you were a simple canary, singing your heart out in your cage every day, that life might be easier. Now you've chosen a thrilling and exciting path."

The black canary's expression was priceless: "I regret it, can I choose again?"

Before long, the group arrived at Dubai's most luxurious hotel.

To outsiders, Ang, the playboy from Gotham City, was a party boy who partied from morning till night.

Only Louis knew that he was experiencing both pain and pleasure.

Because Ang said to him, "I know you need to report my whereabouts every day. But how long can you do this bodyguard job? You're thirty-five this year, and many of your colleagues are broke and destitute after forty. But if you become my confidant, you won't be shortchanged from my wealth. Think it over carefully."

So Louis transformed himself into Anguero, helping him greet beauties from all over the world.

Ang himself, accompanied only by a black canary, secretly flew over a thousand kilometers to Afghanistan.

……

The US troops at Baghlan Air Base in Afghanistan are going crazy.

Two days earlier, Tony Stark, the boss of the arms giant Stark Industries, was attacked on his way home after a spectacular demonstration of a new missile.

The Hummer protecting Tony was destroyed, and his bodyguards were all killed or wounded, but Tony was nowhere to be found.

In the US, the death of a senator might not be such a big deal.

Tony, as a representative of the military-industrial complex who has the power to influence Congress, could cause many generals in the U.S. military to lose their jobs due to his disappearance.

The US military had no clue about this.

There was no way around it; as the saying goes, "bad people come from poor and remote places," and there were too many rebel factions here.

The so-called government army, which is utterly incompetent, the warlords who are aligned with the Americans, the local forces that have raised their own armies, and countless bandits—every force, even every village, could be a potential kidnapper.

If the other party had openly demanded ransom, that would have been fine, but Tony simply disappeared without a trace after his disappearance.

At this very moment, Tony Stark, the big-time playboy who, along with Bruce Wayne, is known as one of the two biggest playboys on the East Coast of the United States, is experiencing the first painful social beating of his life.

It's true he was captured, but he was also riddled with holes by his own Stark missiles, with shrapnel infiltrating his body. To survive, he had to install an electromagnet on his chest to prevent the fragments from flowing into his heart and killing him.

His misfortune wasn't over yet; he had been captured by terrorists (the Ten Rings), and their hidden leader, Zara, forced him to produce Jericho missiles for them.

Refuse to comply?

"Coo coo coo!"

Waterboarding!

After his head was pressed into the sink and he experienced the suffocating "love" of the terrorists, Tony knew he was doomed if he didn't do something.

Perhaps doing something will also lead to death, but doing nothing is the same as dying right now.

With the help of Ethan, who was also captured, Tony decided to use the pretext of building missiles to create a mechanical steel armor for himself, which was the original Iron Man MK1.

That night, Tony had just finished making leg armor in his dingy cave cell when the iron door behind him creaked open.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the rude and non-linguistic terrorists who came in.

The first thing that catches the eye is a blonde woman with big, wavy hair who is very much Tony's type. Although she looks travel-worn, wears a full-face mask, and is dressed in a business suit that is as professional as possible, it cannot hide her great figure.

The next second, all his attention was drawn to the tall, dark-haired man in a tailor-made black suit.

Most importantly, the other party was wearing a terrifying ebony mask.

"Roman Siennis's mask?" Tony's heart skipped a beat.

[Black Mask] is someone important, after all. Tony had heard about the death of a godfather-like figure in the next city.

The fact that the other party came wearing a mask resembling the Godfather of the Dead was itself a terrifying demonstration.

Tony...it's not that he doesn't care.

He could use the knowledge gap between the two sides to fool ignorant terrorists into thinking he was building missiles, but he could never handle a mastermind with the same background as him.

Not to mention, the other person exuded an aura that he found strangely familiar.

"Good evening, Mr. Tony Stark." The other person bowed slightly.

His standard Gotham accent and slang immediately revealed him to be a seasoned veteran. Add to that his impeccable aristocratic manners, the kind only the wealthy and powerful would train their children in.

Tony immediately realized that even if they didn't know each other, they were the same kind of people.

This is what really annoys Tony the most.

"Hello! Sir and Madam, may I ask how I should address you?"

"My secretary's name doesn't matter. You can call me—Kratos!" As soon as Ang finished speaking, Black Canary wanted to bite him to death.

Tony readily saluted Ethan, saying, "Alright, Mr. Kratos, if you're the mastermind behind this, I concede."

The "Black Mask" smugly shook his right index finger: "No! No! No! No! The mainframe? How could I possibly make one of the world's two most powerful brains stay in this godforsaken cave and do such mundane things as concocting missiles with my bare hands? That would be such a killjoy."

"Oh?" The other person's words suddenly ignited a glimmer of hope in Tony's heart: "So, how did you get here, sir?"

"I was just passing by."

The black canary wanted to kick Ang: Is this all you did after flying halfway around the world?

Seeing that Ang was completely impeccable, Tony lost his temper: "Fine, fine! You don't have to tell me. But I should at least know why you're here, right? If you can get me out of here, you'll gain the friendship of the Stark Group!"

Since the other person is the same type of person as me, they must not be short of money.

Tony subtly proposed a quid pro quo deal.

Ang shook his head: "No, no, no. Before, you were just a rich and somewhat clever playboy. Although I was one too, I shouldn't hinder you from completing a great transformation that belongs only to you. Nor should I delay the birth of a great work because of my appearance."

Tony's expression was priceless.

What the hell are you doing here?

Ang finally got to the point: "Besides, by saving you, I'll only gain the friendship of half of Stark Industries."

"What?" Tony was incredibly clever; he immediately realized the key—his partner, Stanislav!

Tony's face immediately darkened.

Why would terrorists have a bunch of Stark weapons? The simplest way, of course, is that they were provided by an insider!

His kidnapping was a conspiracy by his own people from the very beginning!

"It seems you've come to your senses."

"Mr. Kratos, what can you give me? And what do I have to give in return?"

Ang, wearing a black mask, walked over and casually placed a small trinket into Tony's hand.

Tony was overjoyed when he saw it; it was a high-precision global positioning system. It couldn't transmit signals outwards, but it could provide his exact coordinates. With it, his escape journey would be much more efficient.

The black eyes within the black mask's eye sockets were frighteningly deep: "This time, it's inconvenient for me to act directly, but I'll back you up when it matters most. As for the price..."

Tony now has a diamond in his hand.

"This is……"

"I won't steal your money. Here's an account number; use it to buy some Stanislavsky shares at market price. Don't worry, the voting rights are yours."

(End of this chapter)