Reborn in Marvel, I am Iron Man's son?

"Brush brush..."

Mark didn't give the bodyguards a chance to change their magazines. He moved forward like lightning and slit their throats with a scalpel.

There weren't many bodyguards in the hall to begin with, and now Mark had killed them all. The remaining wealthy and powerful people panicked and scattered in all directions.

These wealthy and powerful individuals were Eric's clients, and also his protectors.

Without these people, Eric could not have committed evil deeds on the island for more than ten years without being discovered.

Therefore, Mark also deeply resented these people and could not simply let them leave.

Mark unleashed his full speed, like a speeding car, instantly catching up with the fleeing tycoons and sending them all flying.

"Bang bang bang!"

These people were instantly thrown away, crashing heavily against the wall or the ground, and fell silent.

Mark only stopped after he had cleared out all the dozens of wealthy and powerful people.

Despite killing so many people, he remained completely unstained by blood under the influence of his bio-force field.

Now, apart from Mark, only Eric, the host, is still alive in the entire banquet hall.

He had tried to escape, but Mark kicked him out.

If Mark hadn't deliberately spared his life, he would have ended up like everyone else on the ground.

"No, don't kill me! I have money, I can give you money!"

Seeing Mark walking towards him, Eric was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

"Mr. Epstein, do you remember me?"

Mark walked up to Eric and reached out to remove the electromagnetic pulse glasses from his face.

Eric's pupils contracted immediately upon seeing Mark's face.

Of course he remembered that face!

Upon seeing Mark's photo, Eric was immediately intrigued and promptly hired a mutant to go to New York to capture him, hoping to use him to curry favor with a high-ranking federal official.

However, to everyone's surprise, the operation ultimately failed.

Moreover, having heard that the other party might be Tony Stark's illegitimate son, Eric didn't dare to continue attacking Mark to avoid trouble!

He never imagined that the boy he had targeted would turn out to be a mutant who had come to James Island and killed so many people!

"No, no, of course I don't recognize you!"

Although shocked, Eric quickly shook his head in denial.

"Really? But your suddenly accelerated heartbeat betrays you!"

Mark shook his head, swung his dagger, and severed the man's neck.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Harvest

When the fight broke out, the young men and women who were acting as waiters and the band that was playing music in the hall were also running around in a panic.

Mark, of course, did not stop them at all and let them leave.

At this moment, Mark was the only living person left in the entire banquet hall.

He put his EMP glasses back on and asked Alice, "Mr. Epstein just said he has a lot of money. Do you know where he keeps it?"

Mark certainly wouldn't take money with a legitimate source, otherwise it would be easy to trace.

But Eric must have a lot of dirty money from all those illegal activities he's involved in.

Once you get this dirty money, you can use it as long as you clean it up.

"Based on the information we have received, it is highly likely that Eric has kept all his important items in the safe in his bedroom."

Alice responded quickly.

Following Alice's directions, Mark headed toward a luxurious villa where Eric usually lived.

Young men and women along the way saw him and were immediately terrified, scattering and fleeing in all directions.

Although Mark managed to rescue them from Eric, his previous killings were so terrifying that no one dared to approach him.

Mark ignored them.

He knew these people must have already found a phone and called the police.

However, James Island is isolated overseas, and it was already night. It would probably take a long time for the police to arrive, giving Mark plenty of time to finish his business.

Mark soon entered the villa where Eric lived.

Originally, the defenses here were very tight, with a large number of security personnel patrolling the area, making it impossible for outsiders to get close.

But Mark had killed all the security guards outside, so getting in here was naturally unimpeded.

Mark quickly found a large safe in Eric's bedroom.

The safe was locked and embedded in the concrete wall.

If someone doesn't know the password, it would probably take them a lot of effort to open such a safe.

But for Mark, it was much simpler.

"Boom! Boom!"

He punched the walls on either side of the safe with all his might, smashing two large holes in the reinforced concrete walls.

Then he grabbed both sides of the safe and pulled and squeezed it forcefully.

Mark now has a grip strength of over 20 tons and a single-handed pulling strength of nearly 50 tons.

Under his full force, the safe, made of thick alloy steel plates, quickly twisted and deformed.

Mark reached into the gap that had appeared after the deformation and pulled it outwards with force.

"Crack!"

Mark simply ripped the safe door off.

Mark first noticed the large amount of cash stacked inside, estimated to be at least twenty million US dollars.

There are also some famous paintings, antiques and other valuable items inside.

These items are not easy to sell and can be tracked, so Mark just left them aside and ignored them.

Mark also saw some USB drives, hard drives, and videotapes.

He plugged the USB drive and hard drive into the computer in his bedroom and found that they contained records of his transactions and various ledgers with a group of wealthy and powerful people over the years.

Mark uploaded all these files to Alice's computer for storage, to see if there would be a chance to use them later.

Mark eventually saw nearly fifty or sixty kilograms of gold, platinum, and other precious metals, as well as a large bag of diamonds.

Compared to antiques, these things are much easier to convert into cash.

"Huh, what's this?"

Mark suddenly spotted a piece of silver metal emitting a pale blue glow among a pile of precious metals.

His research in materials science has now reached the level of an expert.

But he couldn't identify what kind of metal or alloy it was.

Mark reached out and picked up the fist-sized piece of metal, squeezing it tightly in his hand.

To his astonishment, he discovered that his 20-ton grip strength was insufficient to deform the metal or leave any marks on it.

"Could this be the legendary vibranium?"

The thought flashed through Mark's mind instantly.

Besides vibranium, he couldn't think of any other metal that could be so hard!

This fist-sized piece of vibranium weighs about one kilogram and its black market price should be around $1000 million.

The problem is, vibranium is something that you often can't buy even if you have the money!

Mark was surprised that Eric had such extensive connections that he could even obtain vibranium.

He was already considering how to use the vibranium.

After sorting everything into categories, Mark began to think about how to take these things with him.

In the end, he gave up the cash that was too bulky to carry and the antique paintings that were difficult to sell, and only prepared to take away gold, diamonds, vibranium and other precious metals.

He stuffed all these things into a suitcase, then turned and left with the suitcase.

"Whoosh!"

Mark's figure soared into the air and left James Island under the cover of night.

Half an hour later, Mark returned to the Doman Airport Hotel and flew back to his room through the window.

"I'm telling you, I really saw a flying man!"

"It's true! He flew so fast I didn't have time to take a picture!"

"..."

Mark overheard that some people who hadn't fallen asleep were excitedly telling each other that they had seen someone fly away from the hotel at dusk.

No one had time to film the scene as evidence, so when others heard it, they didn't believe it at all, thinking that the other person was just seeing things.

The next morning, Mark called Dalton over and said to him, "Dalton, you can take your crew and head straight back to Los Angeles now. You won't have to keep me flying around every day anymore."

Mark can now fly on his own, so he no longer needs to take a plane.

"Hey Mark, aren't you coming back with us?"

Dalton asked in surprise.

Dalton wasn't surprised that Mark wasn't going to continue his round-the-world trip.

After all, Mark said it was just a hobby, and it's normal that he's had enough and doesn't want to continue now.

But he realized that Mark wasn't planning to go back to Los Angeles with them, which was a bit strange.

"Yes, I still have some things to take care of here. I'll go back on my own when I'm done."

Mark gave a perfunctory reply.

"Well... okay!"

Dalton nodded in agreement.

Although he was worried about leaving Mark alone there, Dalton had no choice but to obey, since the other party was his employer.

Moreover, after spending time together, he also realized that Mark was far more mature than a child.

Since Mark made this decision, he must have his own reasons.

After breakfast, Dalton left with his crew.

Hansen, the bodyguard, was initially worried about leaving Mark alone there and wanted to stay with him.

But Mark didn't want to carry a burden, so he sternly dismissed him.

Chapter Ninety-Seven Sokovia

Shortly after the crew left, news of the murder of Eric Epstein and a group of wealthy and powerful people spread wildly through various media outlets!

Eric is a long-time member of the top ten richest people in the United States and is very passionate about various philanthropic causes. He is a prominent figure who frequently appears on major television stations and in the media.

How could his sudden murder not cause a sensation?

Moreover, it is said that dozens of federal tycoons and high-ranking government officials were killed along with him.

Countless media reporters flocked to James Island by helicopter or cruise ship!

However, at this time the entire island and the surrounding waters had been completely sealed off by the police, and the FBI, the National Security Agency and other relevant departments sent people to the island to conduct investigations.

These journalists only temporarily stayed on nearby islands such as Doman and Cape Island to await news.

Mark ignored the commotion and left the hotel shortly after Dalton and the others.

Arriving at a secluded spot outside the hotel, Mark put on his electromagnetic pulse goggles, then took to the air and flew rapidly into the sky!