Superman Marvel Adventures

Adam held Christine's hand and said, "Let's treat this as a learning experience, not only for Tony but also for myself. Perhaps I've been too concerned about him, putting pressure on him. And it seems his rebellious phase hasn't ended yet. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore. I've been so busy with these troublesome things lately that I haven't had a chance to properly enjoy time with you. Come on, beautiful lady, let's go on a date!"

Christine smiled gently and said, "Alright, let's forget about everything else then. Let's just pretend we're on vacation today. Let's go, my knight."

Adam smiled slightly and said, "Why a knight, and not a prince?"

Christine's lips curled slightly as she said, "When I think of a prince, the first thing that comes to mind is a green frog. Do you want to be a frog?"

Adam laughed and said, "As long as you're the princess, what does it matter if I'm a frog?"

Christine covered her mouth and chuckled, saying, "Alright. Mr. Frog, do you need my help to turn into a human?"

Adam pulled Christine close and said, "I've been waiting for this moment, my princess."

Adam and Christine felt they had been too busy and had forgotten each other's feelings, so they took this opportunity to enjoy their youth. Meanwhile, the Hydra organization, which Adam had driven out of the United States, returned to New York City. Of course, having learned from their previous experience, they didn't set up any dangerous laboratories within the United States this time. Instead, they only sent a team led by Mrs. Viper to deal with their old rival, S.H.I.E.L.D., while Superman was dealt with by another organization—a mysterious organization that suddenly appeared and sought cooperation with Hydra.

Of course, Hydra's Lady Viper would not give up resisting Superman. While agreeing to the mysterious organization's demands, she secretly sent her most trusted subordinate, a woman named Rattlesnake, to infiltrate Stark Industries through her own means.

As she watched the live broadcast of Adam and Tony Stark meeting and then suddenly leaving, Madam Viper smiled and looked away from the television, turning her gaze to the beautiful woman sitting opposite her—a woman who, by all accounts, shouldn't be there.

"It seems today is a day for the US government to flaunt their victory. You actually skipped the White House dinner and came here wanting to cooperate with us. That's quite unexpected, isn't it? Hehe."

The beautiful woman said very elegantly, "My brother can attend such a gathering, but I have more important matters to discuss with Madam Viper."

Lady Viper chuckled, "Oh? What is it?"

The beautiful woman didn't immediately explain her purpose. Instead, she stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the New York night view, and said, "What a beautiful view. Of course, it would be even better if those clowns jumping around weren't there."

Madam Viper was taken aback by his words, then laughed and said, "So, the people your family secretly supports have also been targeted by Spider-Man and the others?"

The beautiful woman turned around and got straight to the point, saying, "Tell me your price. I don't want to see Daredevil and the Punisher, especially Daredevil. He has already caused great losses to our family, and our useless subordinates are no match for Daredevil and the Punisher. The main family is also unable to take direct action."

Lady Viper picked up the wine glass in front of her and chuckled, "So that's why you came looking for us?"

The beautiful woman said calmly, "That's right. Although you were once driven out of the United States by Superman, I think you must really want to come back. We can give you a few secluded places. Of course, we won't interfere in your feud with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman."

Lady Viper looked at the beautiful woman before her with a mocking glint in her eyes, then said, "Alright, we'll take this deal. However, our conditions aren't just about a secluded location. If I remember correctly, your brother works in the chess department, and I need his help."

The beautiful woman, still wary, asked, "What are they? As long as they're not too outrageous, there are some conditions I'm qualified to agree to."

Lady Viper stood up and said, "Good, that's great. You are indeed an outstanding member of the family. I need your brother to provide me with some information, that's all."

The beautiful woman became even more wary after hearing this and asked, "What news?"

Lady Viper waved her hand and said, "I won't make things difficult for your brother. I just want to know the whereabouts of someone, and we've found out. Your brother happens to be one of the people who knows the information."

"Who?!"

"A scientist who is very famous in the field of cross-species genetics!"

"You mean Dr. Connors? You want his gene serum?"

Madam Viper laughed and said, "You don't need to worry about that. If you can't decide, go back and tell the person who can, and then give us an answer. You need to understand that we Hydra are the most professional at dealing with these superheroes."

Hearing Madam Viper's words, the beautiful woman felt a pang of discomfort and retorted sarcastically, "That's right, it seems you've spent your whole lives dealing with superheroes, but you've never succeeded."

Madam Viper's eyes sharpened, and she almost screamed, "Watch your words, Miss Olivier. Most of the superheroes we deal with are dead, while our Hydra organization has existed for a long time. You won't gain Hydra's friendship this way."

The beautiful woman said coldly, "Then you should watch your words, Viper. I am not your subordinate, to be mocked as you please. I am one of the heirs of that family. Hmph, we will provide you with Dr. Connors' whereabouts, but whether you can bring him out is up to you. That place was personally chosen for Dr. Connors by Superman. Obtaining Dr. Connors is no simple matter."

Madam Viper sneered, "Heh, how you get Dr. Connors is none of your business. We have plenty of ways! Once you give us the address, we'll get to work and show you the power of Hydra."

The beautiful woman shook her head and said, "Your strength is still unknown, and we don't want to take that risk. Although I came to see you today, it doesn't mean we completely trust you. So you need to complete a task first!"

Lady Viper asked, "Hmph, dealing with a large family like yours is incredibly troublesome. Tell me, what do you need us to do to prove our strength?"

The beautiful woman said calmly, "Kill Daredevil! That's your first mission. Once you complete it, you'll know Dr. Connors' whereabouts."

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Chapter 225 A Turbulent Night

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Hello, long time no see! Well, our book has finally been released. I'll have to be extra careful from now on. Thank you to everyone I should thank. That's all!

Upon hearing the woman's words, Madam Viper said, "Kill Daredevil? That seems simple enough. Are you sure it's that easy just to kill Daredevil?"

The beautiful woman sneered after hearing this and said, "Simple? Heh, it seems your intelligence work has fallen behind since you were kicked out by Superman. Your intelligence seems to be outdated. Daredevil now is not the lone hero who just came out, but a troublesome guy with his own team of superheroes. Otherwise, would we need to entrust this to you?"

Upon hearing this, Lady Viper's eyes flashed with embarrassment and murderous intent. She said, "I'm sorry, it's true, as you said, our intelligence system malfunctioned. But please rest assured, since you've entrusted this matter to us, we will ensure your satisfaction."

The beautiful woman took out a black combination lock box from the side, placed it on the small coffee table, and said, "This contains intelligence on the 'Crimson Extermination Team,' which we're giving to you for free. I'll be waiting for your good news." After saying that, she stood up and left the room without waiting for Lady Viper's reaction.

Lady Viper stared coldly at the briefcase on the coffee table, her aloof expression making it impossible to discern what this beautiful woman was thinking. Suddenly, Lady Viper clapped her hands, and a middle-aged man in a black trench coat and glasses emerged from the side room.

"Madam, what are your orders?"

"Let me see this briefcase. Hmph, brat, damn it, have these guys forgotten about us after we've only been gone for a few months? Trying to play tricks on me. Hmph, if he hadn't told me not to cause trouble, I would have crossed out that fake smile of Bi Chi right now."

The middle-aged man didn't speak. He deftly took out some instruments to check the handbag, and after a moment, shook his head to indicate that there was no danger.

"Open it! I want to see for myself what this Blood Crusade is all about. And I need to urge those guys to restore Hydra's eyes and ears in New York as soon as possible. I don't want to see a scene like this again."

“Yes, Madam!” The middle-aged man said, opening his briefcase and taking out the documents inside. Without even glancing at the green banknotes underneath, he briefly introduced the so-called Crimson Extermination Team to Madam Viper: “The Crimson Extermination Team. A superhero team composed of Punisher, Night Owl, Daredevil, Iron Fist, and Erica. As for why they have this name, it's because while upholding justice, their methods are extremely brutal. Although they haven't actually killed anyone, they make those who suffer wish they were dead, earning them the nickname ‘Crimson Demons’ from those thugs.”

“The Crimson Demon? Interesting.” Madam Viper, her nails painted bright red, flashed a captivating smile. “And the Punisher. Isn’t that an old acquaintance? Rhys, prepare the Viper Team to probe this superhero duo.”

The middle-aged man, oh. That is, Rhysne, nodded and said, "Yes, madam, I will go and inform them right away."

"Wait!" Madam Viper suddenly spoke up, "Gather all the recent intelligence about New York and put it in my bedroom. I need to carefully study what exactly happened in this city while we were away!"

Rhys nodded slightly and said, "As you wish, madam. I will have the documents ready and place them on your desk when you get up tomorrow morning."

Lady Viper waved her hand with satisfaction, gazing absently at the night view outside the window, lost in thought. Rhysne, seeing this, didn't speak, gave a slight bow, and turned to leave the room. He had many things to arrange tonight, and most importantly, Lady Viper didn't like being disturbed while she was deep in thought.

Meanwhile, at New York International Airport, a burly man calmly walked out of the airport under the watchful eyes of a group of women, walked to the front of a black BMW, and gently knocked on the window.

The window slammed shut, and a strange man with fiery green hair appeared in the car. Upon seeing the burly man, he laughed and said, "Yo, the First Warrior has arrived. Welcome to the center of the world, a city full of excitement and danger."

The burly man was Truman, whom the Mandarin had sent to New York. As for why he was described as slightly overweight before, and now as burly, well, it's all due to the two gem rings Truman was wearing. The green gem was able to temporarily boost his power by burning his own fat. Of course, as a magic ring, if you don't have enough fat, then sorry, the ring will consume your life force, and the power it provides will remain unchanged. So you need to be very careful when using it.

“Sattel, the lord has sent me here to take over the general affairs of New York. A group of people will be sent here by the lord later. I am here in advance to investigate some information about New York.”

The strange-looking man shrugged indifferently and said, "It doesn't matter. As long as you don't make me go with Superman, I don't care about anything else. Get in the car. I didn't expect you to be quite good-looking after losing weight, little fatty. If you keep this up, talent scouts will be coming out of the way." After saying that, he waited for Terry to get in the car and then sped away from the airport.

Terry glanced at his childhood friend in surprise. The arrogant and conceited look on his face when he first gained his power was still vivid in Terry's mind. Back then, because of his exceptional talent and the activation of his innate abilities by the mysterious ring in the adult's hand, this guy was incredibly arrogant. He never expected to hear such words today.

"You've fought Superman?"

Sattel nodded, his expression turning serious, and said, "That's right. We've fought once, no, I should say I was completely intimidated by just one look from them."

Upon hearing this, Terry frowned and said, "Please elaborate. You know what the master sent me here for, so Superman's information is quite important to me. I need something more discreet, not the kind that can be found anywhere these days."

Satter said, "Ah, I see. But now doesn't seem like the time to talk about this. Let's go back and give you a proper welcome, let you experience the city's nightlife, and then we'll get down to business."

Terun said somewhat angrily, "Sattel? You should understand why I'm here!"

Satur waved his hand dismissively and said, "Relax, relax, the show's about to start, and the Superman you want will appear, so there's no need to rush. Let's go have some fun first."

Terry narrowed his eyes and said, "There's something behind your words. What information did you get that made Superman personally intervene? What happened?"

Satur said calmly, "It's nothing, just a group of people planning to rob a bank."

"A group of people? Who are they? If they were just ordinary robbers, they wouldn't need Superman to go, would they?" Trun was somewhat skeptical of this information.

However, Sator asked mysteriously, "What if the robbers have high-tech weapons?"

Terry paused, then understood: "Advanced technology weapon? What exactly does that mean?"

Satur waved his hand and said mysteriously, "Alright, stop asking questions. Just come with me to the theater later. You know, today is the day America celebrated its victory in the war. The whole country is practically boiling over. Lots of hot girls are already waiting for us in the bars."

Although Trunn was somewhat angry after hearing this, he was helpless. That was just his friend's temperament; if he didn't want to talk about something, even if the Mandarin came to ask him personally, it would be the same—always shrouded in mystery. What was most unbelievable was the Mandarin's indulgence and trust in this person.

The car sped along, and about half an hour later the two arrived at a bar on Eighth Avenue. Sutter got out of the car cheerfully. Trun, seeing this, reluctantly got out and followed Sutter. Although he was indeed eager to know what was going on here, he couldn't do anything about it and could only wait and see the show that Sutter had just emphasized.

Sattel looked at Terun and laughed, "Haha, brother, you've been sitting around like a fool next to an adult. This is where a man should be. Now that you're here, relax and enjoy this rare night. This place will be full of trouble in the future, and you won't have a chance to relax!" His voice was heavy at the end, which made Terun shiver.

Chapter 226 Testing

A Citibank branch somewhere in New York City—well, actually just two blocks away from the bar where Truman and his friends went—was where Truman and Sutter were sitting, watching the "show" unfolding on the other side through a small device.

There were no pedestrians to be seen in the vicinity. A police car cordon had been formed to block the area and prevent unsuspecting citizens from getting involved in the battle, or rather, the massacre, that was taking place nearby!

That's right, 500 meters away from the cordon, the air was filled with the tempting aroma of roasted meat. But the police officers at the scene did not have an appetite because of it. Instead, they covered their noses and mouths, trying to suppress the churning stomach acid. The aroma was coming from the people who had just been laughing and joking with them. Those people had just been hit by the golden light emitted from inside and instantly turned into roasted lambs.

"Damn it, why haven't the reinforcements arrived yet?"

"I don't know, maybe they're already on their way. Oh, watch out, those sons of bitches, what's going on here?"

As several police officers complained and waited for backup, several more beams of light shot out from within, smashing a parked car to pieces. The situation was dire; there was nothing left for the police to hide on the road in front of the bank. All police cars and other obstacles had been destroyed by the golden beams of light, meaning the police could only wait to die.

A young police officer who had just joined the force couldn't hold back any longer. He was trembling, but his eyes were bright and determined. Perhaps the trembling was because he was a normal person, but the determined look was because of the responsibility he carried. Young people are always full of passion and justice, aren't they?

"no,

"We can't let these robbers continue to run rampant!" he said. "We have to find a way. Otherwise, we'll die."

"So what should we do? We're no match for them at all, and we've been requesting backup for a while now, but they haven't come yet. It seems we've been abandoned. Didn't you notice? There was such a violent explosion here, but those guys only 500 meters away from us didn't react at all. It seems we've been caught in a supernatural crime." An elderly black policeman miraculously refrained from using his usual slang, which often started with the letter F, and succinctly stated his opinion.

After hearing this, the young policeman said, "I know. I realized this after we opened fire on the other side, I mean, after the other side had finished killing our main force, but we can't just sit here and wait to die."

The Black police officer replied, "What do you think we can do, Barry? We're just ordinary people."

The young police officer named Barry gritted his teeth and said, "That's right, you're all ordinary people. But I'm not, Joe. I'm sorry. I've been hiding my identity all this time. I'm a mutant. Although my ability is pretty useless, only able to transmit my voice, I feel that my ability can help us at this moment."

The Black police officer, Joe, stared in disbelief at the young officer, Barry. He clearly hadn't expected his partner to be a mutant. Remembering the young man's expression whenever he'd spoken insults about mutants, Joe felt a pang of shame. He hadn't been harmed by mutants. Neither had any in his family. He'd only felt a sense of relief that another race was even less favored than them—a pathetic and pitiful display of inferiority.

Barry saw Joe remain silent. He felt a pang of sadness, but Joe was a young man with a strong sense of justice; otherwise, he wouldn't have concealed his identity to become a police officer. He had originally wanted to be a superhero, but he knew his abilities weren't very useful; they could only convey his thoughts to others, not truly make him a superhero. That's why he decided to become a righteous police officer.

“I know you hate, or rather, despise, mutants. Don’t worry, I’ll leave the police station after this is over. I’m sorry for deceiving you all this time. My abilities are limited, and I don’t know if I can get you out of this strange street, so I need you to cover me for a few minutes. Thank you for taking care of me all this time and for teaching me some things.” After saying that, he closed his eyes, activated a mutant ability hidden in his genes, briefly thought through what was happening here, and then sent it outside.

Joe initially felt guilty towards Barry, but then he saw that Barry had misunderstood him but was still prepared to take the survivors out. He knew that as long as someone outside heard Barry's voice transmission, they would immediately send the information to Superman's dedicated server. It was a number that Superman had announced a few weeks ago, managed by the AI ​​assistant, which analyzed the situation according to its severity and authenticity before notifying Superman.

"Don't worry, Barry, I'll keep this secret for you. I'm so sorry for all the hurtful things I've said to you. I'll do everything in my power to protect you and won't let your determination go to waste." Joe silently said to Barry, who had his eyes closed and was sweating profusely.

Inside the bar, Treon looked at Barry, who had his eyes closed, and said, "It seems this person is the key." The device could only transmit influences, so Treon could only guess at the conversation between Barry and Joe.

“That’s right, he’s the key!” Satur glanced at the screen, continued to enjoy his wine, and said, “This person is a level three mutant, but his ability is quite useless—sound transmission. However, the only commendable thing is that it is not affected by any external forces. Therefore, whether or not Superman can come here without arousing suspicion depends on this person!”

Trun stroked his chin and said, "Is this person also a Hydra agent?"

Traun, out of curiosity, asked Satter who had planned the operation, but Satter said he didn't know the other party's identity, only that Hydra was behind it. Therefore, Traun assumed Barry was a Hydra agent.