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墨書 Inktalez
“Buzz.”
The sword's blade hummed lightly, a flash of silver disappearing in an instant. In front of him, a Bank Robber holding a 4A1 stared in shock at his gun, which had shattered into several pieces, leaving only the grip intact. The next moment, he was knocked to the ground by the back of the sword.
Withdrawing the sword and standing tall, whistles erupted around him as several officers moved in to cuff the unconscious robber. One sheriff stepped forward and saluted Swordbearer, a gesture of gratitude typical of military decorum.
Swordbearer was taken aback for a moment before returning the salute with a light smile, departing amidst the shouts of “hellking” from the crowd.
Suddenly, the scene went black. Originally, this was a live news broadcast, but the man holding the remote control wore a disdainful expression on his face. “Hiding behind the scenes and too cowardly to show himself—if I were you, I’d flaunt it proudly!”
He had a handsome and mature face, and his well-groomed beard only enhanced his charm. Many would recognize him; indeed, he was Tony Stark, the most successful heir in the Marvel Universe, known for his brilliant ideas and exceptional mechanical skills.
At this time, Tony had yet to undergo the events that would transform him into Iron Man. He was still that charming playboy, currently trying to woo his new secretary, though she had not been swayed by his advances.
His arrogance was undeniable; he looked down on everyone around him, hardly considering anyone worthy of his attention—except for his father. However, he certainly had the capital to be proud.
He found himself watching reports about Shasha, initially indifferent but later feeling a twinge of jealousy and envy after seeing what all the fuss was about. He couldn’t help but imagine that if it were him in that position, he would make sure everyone knew.
Subsequent events proved that he would indeed do just that, without any concealment regarding his identity.
“Beep.”
“Welcome, Mr. Obadiah,” came the voice of the artificial intelligence Jarvis.
Tony turned to see his father’s old friend and vice chairman of Stark Industries, Obadiah Stane, walking slowly toward him. He settled onto the sofa and joked, “What’s got our genius looking so unhappy?”
“Nothing much, Stan.” Tony waved a hand dismissively, a hint of impatience in his tone. “Is there something you need?”
Regarding Tony's rude attitude, Stan was unfazed. He smiled and said, "Did you forget that a batch of weapons needs to be handed over to the military? The Department of Defense just called."
Upon hearing this, Tony frowned and muttered that it was indeed difficult to make money from the military. He slowly stood up and replied, "Alright, I got it. Let them know I'll be there tomorrow."
With that, he left the room without another word.
Watching Tony's retreating figure, a cold glint flashed in Stan's eyes. Then, a slight smile crept onto his lips as if he had thought of something amusing. He glanced around the room, and his smile gradually widened.
Meanwhile, Shasha was in Miami investigating Kurt Connors' whereabouts.
It was known that this guy had almost no place to hide except in the sewers. As a result, Shasha had nearly turned Miami's underground drainage system upside down but found nothing. It seemed that this guy was indeed well-hidden.
Since she couldn't find him, she could only wait for him to show himself. This guy had a history of attacking people, and recently there had been several missing persons cases linked to him.
It seemed likely that he wanted to conduct experiments on living subjects for some restoration plans. Therefore, he must be lacking experimental materials and equipment, making it probable for him to appear in a laboratory or school.
Miami had seven prestigious universities and three chemical laboratories, covering a large area, which made it unsuitable for surveillance.
However, knowing Kurt Connors' character, it was clear that he would want the best equipment. The University of Miami had recently acquired a new batch of experimental apparatus. With this thought in mind, Shasha knew what she needed to do.
That night, in the dark sewer, a tall figure appeared intermittently. No one knew where he came from as he followed the drainage system to the riverbank. Gradually emerging from the water until he reached the shore, his true form was finally revealed.
A towering lizard stood upright—yes, it was Kurt Connors, the Lizard Doctor who had caused panic among Floridians. No one knew he resided in the drainage outlet by the river.
His destination was the University of Miami; he needed some experimental equipment to support his upcoming experiments.
In terms of advanced equipment, the University of Miami had the most cutting-edge facilities, so he had targeted this place long ago.
In the late night at the University of Miami, there were not many figures to be seen. Nowadays, students at any university tend to enjoy the nightlife, so aside from the security guards, there were almost no signs of students, which undoubtedly gave him an opportunity.
Avoiding the guards, he used brute force to break open the laboratory door, and what met his eyes was a collection of experimental equipment that made his eyes redden with excitement.
Just as Kurt Connors was about to move the equipment, a dangerous aura invaded his senses. He lunged to the side, but it was still a moment too late.
A flash of silver passed by, and a green, serpentine arm fell to the ground, bleeding profusely.
Clutching his severed arm, Kurt Connors turned to see a figure in black holding a sword reflected in his slit pupils.
As his severed arm twitched, it began to regrow. Kurt Connors hissed, revealing sharp fangs, "You meddlesome fool!"
In the next moment, his long tail lashed out, sweeping away all obstacles as it aimed directly for the intruder's head.
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