Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
After becoming a member of the Hellfire Club, the network of benefits would open up for you, along with access to numerous resources. These resources could cause your wealth to skyrocket in a short period, but they come with their own drawbacks.
A towering skyscraper rises from the ground, but if one only wishes to build a lofty structure without a solid foundation, the inevitable result is that it could collapse into ruins at any moment.
Of course, Shasha never intended to exploit Hellfire's resources, as he knew that doing so would give the White Queen an excuse to command him. After all, he had only agreed to join Hellfire as a temporary measure.
However, his only concern was the factional struggle between the Black and White Duo. Since joining Hellfire, he had already been drawn into this conflict and could only hope that the others were unaware of his true identity.
In fact, Shasha was unaware that his friend Tony was also a member of the Hellfire Club. However, Tony belonged to the neutral faction and did not participate in the power struggles of the core circle. Justin Hammer's animosity towards Tony stemmed partly from business competition and partly from directives given by his backers.
Moreover, Tony was oblivious to the fact that Obadiah was also part of Hellfire. Obadiah aimed to swallow Stark Industries not only out of personal ambition but also in hopes of gaining a higher status within Hellfire.
Thus, after being kicked out of Stark Industries, Obadiah launched his attack.
In an abandoned military factory, holding the unconscious Pepper hostage, Obadiah awaited Tony's arrival clad in the Iron Tyrant armor.
This was Tony's first arch-nemesis; defeating him would mark Iron Man's official entry into the world.
In a presidential suite at the Hilton Hotel, long since booked by someone unknown, no one knew who resided there. The occupant had a mysterious background and never appeared before anyone. Even the corridor surveillance cameras showed no signs of anyone entering or exiting the suite. If it weren't for occasional room service requests, many would assume that the suite's owner had already passed away.
Dimness was the first impression one got upon entering the suite; it seemed unnecessary for brightness, with only a faint glimmer of light sufficient for normal vision.
On a bedspread as dark as ink lay a woman dressed in a black evening gown. She covered her eyes with her porcelain-white hand, and from her partially revealed face, it was evident that she possessed an otherworldly beauty—one that could captivate kingdoms.
If history had anyone who matched such beauty and grace, it would be Cleopatra VII of Egypt, renowned worldwide as the last Pharaoh and celebrated for her unparalleled allure throughout history.
With each breath she took, she exuded a fragrant aroma; however, what sent chills down one's spine was that this essence coalesced in mid-air into a transparent, distorted human face before dissipating with the wind.
After a long silence, she suddenly spoke without warning, “Asazuo.”
As her voice faded, a figure began to materialize from the air, gradually becoming more solid. The red skin and long tail indicated that this being was not human.
Bowing respectfully, like an ancient noble's steward, he said, “Queen, what is your command?”
“Obadiah Stane is dead. I need to find someone to replace him. Do you have any good suggestions?” The Queen's voice was filled with an indescribable allure, possessing a power that could drive any man to madness upon hearing it.
Fortunately, Asazuo was not an ordinary being, but he could not completely suppress the flicker of desire in his eyes. After regaining his composure, he slowly replied, “I wonder if you have heard, Queen. Mephisto’s son has come into this world.”
“You mean the Blackheart?”
“Yes, Queen. Although he is ambitious and difficult to control, as long as we can offer him enough enticing benefits, everything will be manageable.”
Upon hearing this, the Queen smiled. With that smile, the dimly lit room was instantly filled with an enchanting fragrance.
However, Asazuo felt a deep fear of this scent, as if it were a deadly poison.
“Your suggestion is good. You shall go on my behalf.”
Nodding slowly, Asazuo's body began to fade into transparency.
As the room fell silent once more, the Queen murmured, “Emma, what will you do? It truly makes one eager to see.”
“I am Iron Man!” Tony declared after much contemplation before the eyes of the world's media.
Sitting in front of the television, Shasha laughed. This guy had taken his first step—from playboy to Iron Man—the birth of one of the most iconic and charismatic heroes in Marvel history.
At that moment, the phone rang. She picked it up and saw an unfamiliar number.
Upon answering, the voice on the other end belonged to Nick Fury, who was in Brazil. "You looking for me?"
"Yes, there's something I want to discuss with you regarding Luke Cage," Shasha stated bluntly, not caring about how the name might affect Nick.
"Oh? What has that guy done this time?" Nick's voice remained as emotionless as ever, but there was a hint of amusement in his words.
"Not exactly. I just want to make a deal with you. I'll do something for you, and then you lift the warrant for him," Shasha proposed, weighing her terms carefully.
After a long silence, Nick replied coolly, "Fine, but the condition is that it has to be executed now."
Shasha raised an eyebrow, surprised by how readily he agreed. It seemed he was in some kind of trouble. Since he was so quick to accept, she felt no need to negotiate further. "No problem."
Comment 0 Comment Count