Marvel: Tony is a Cunning Brother, Luckily I am Too
Chapter 1 Luca Stark
[Micro Original Universe, some plots and character settings are inconsistent with the original work.]
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"Damn it, do you guys understand what human serum is at all?"
"Are your brains dried out by the wind and sand in the desert, or are they stuffed with salad dressing?"
"You can even mess up the basic fusion, how have you survived until now?"
Luca Stark was wearing a somewhat ill-fitting white lab coat, holding an empty test tube in his hand, shouting loudly at several Terrorists in front of him who were wearing hazmat suits.
Those terrorist researchers looked at each other, none of them dared to talk back, only lowering their heads to look at the console.
Behind the glass of the console was a sealed laboratory.
Lying on an experimental bed inside was a test subject who had just breathed his last.
This unlucky fellow was originally their accomplice; because he did something wrong, he was dragged over to serve as a guinea pig.
Just moments ago, due to the incorrect liquid proportion in the test tube, this guy convulsed all over for two and a half minutes, and then went to meet their Allah.
What a bunch of hopeless idiots.
Luca rolled his eyes and casually threw the test tube in his hand into the trash can.
With this level of competence that couldn't even pass junior high school chemistry, they still dared to dream of doing genetic engineering—it was simply the height of absurdity.
"Report... The test subject's vital signs have vanished." A subordinate reported tremblingly.
"I'm not blind, buddy. Even if I don't look at the screen, just hearing that duck-like screech of his stop earlier, I know he's done for."
Luca leaned against the console, crossing his arms over his chest with an expression of impatience.
"Hurry up and find someone to clean up inside, do you guys want to keep him for Thanksgiving?"
"The air filtration system here is already terrible to begin with, I certainly don't want to smell roast meat again."
Just as several subordinates were flusteredly preparing to move the corpse, the automatic door of the laboratory made a hiss.
The door was pushed open roughly, and the Bald Leader brought several fully armed soldiers and walked in with large strides.
This man was a minor boss of this Base and also the leader directly responsible for this laboratory.
There was a scar on his face extending from the corner of his eye all the way to his chin, looking very fierce.
"Luca Stark!"
The Bald Leader roared, making the glass in the laboratory tremble slightly.
"Didn't you claim to be the top biologist in this World? Aren't you the leader of Stark Pharmaceuticals?"
"Why has it been a full two months?! You can't even figure out a small human serum?! What on earth are you researching?!"
Facing a Beast about to breathe fire, Luca's choice was to ignore him.
He shrugged indifferently, and even had the leisure to tidy up the collar of his white lab coat.
"Buddy, do you even understand what an experiment is? Science isn't as simple as you holding a gun to rob a bank and filling up sacks to call it a day."
"Science requires rigor, requires data, and most importantly, requires a large number of test subjects and time. Do you think human serum is ketchup on a shelf? You can just shake it and squeeze it out?"
Luca looked at the other party as if looking at an idiot.
"If this thing were really that easy to handle, the data you robbed wouldn't just be a bunch of scrap paper that even you yourselves couldn't understand."
"If I weren't showing mercy here by helping you sort out those illogical formulas, you guys would still be staring blankly at the microscope."
The Bald Leader trembled with rage, immediately pulling out the pistol at his waist and slamming it heavily onto the table in front of him.
"Regardless of whatever science or non-science! My patience is exhausted."
"Listen up, damn Stark, I'll give you one last chance. Adjust your serum formula, and one hour later, conduct the final injection experiment."
"If the test subject still dies, if your serum is still useless..."
The Bald Leader stared fixedly at Luca, his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Then you can go down the cliff and reunite with those pieces of junk. I believe you will definitely like the scenery there."
Having said that, the Bald Leader let out a cold snort, turned around, and strode out of the laboratory with the soldiers.
Seeing the closed door, Luca maintained a punch-me smile, still murmuring softly.
"Such a fiery temper, a person like this obviously doesn't pay attention to health maintenance normally, prostate enlargement caused by endocrine disorders, he'll die suddenly sooner or later."
But the moment he turned around, a flash of sharp light glinted in his eyes.
He let out a long sigh of relief in his heart.
He bet right.
This guy really was a late-stage obsessive-compulsive with severe mysophobia.
Over these past two months, Luca had long figured out this bald guy's habits.
Anyone he found displeasing to the eye, or trash that lost its utility value, would be killed immediately.
But he never killed them directly inside the Base, finding it would dirty the floor.
He always liked to have people escort the prisoners to a bare cliff edge outside the Base, blow their heads off with a single shot, and then kick them down into the bottomless abyss to destroy the bodies and erase evidence.
This was what Luca wanted.
This was also his only way to leave this damned place alive.
Luca turned around and opened the operation screen in front of him.
His fingers tapped rapidly on the keyboard, inputting a string of code that only he could understand.
A hidden progress bar popped up on the screen.
A line of green numbers was prominently displayed on it.
[Adaptability: Ninety-eight percent.]
Looking at the progress bar about to max out, Luca's thoughts couldn't help drifting back to two months ago.
What the hell.
To think that he, Luca Stark, was not only one of the only two heirs of Stark Industries, but also the second child of Howard Stark, the younger brother of Tony Stark, the most popular playboy in the United States, the chairman of Stark Pharmaceuticals...
How could he have been reduced to doing illegal labor for people in this godforsaken Base?
It's all Tony's fault, that bastard.
Clearly a little over a month ago, he was still in New York discussing the mysteries of ergonomics with two Victoria's Secret models.
On the table sat iced champagne, and parked in the underground garage was a newly bought limited-edition sports car.
Then Tony ran over and told him that they were going to the Middle East to showcase their newly developed Jericho missile to the U.S. Military.
To be honest, Luca had zero interest in selling weapons.
The focus of the two brothers' talents was completely different.
Tony was a mechanical and physics genius, all day long liking to fiddle with those iron lumps that could blow people up to the sky.
While Luca was a monster in the fields of biology and medicine.
He preferred researching genetic codes and how to make humans live longer and have stronger bodies.
Although this didn't mean Tony didn't understand bioscience in this aspect, nor was Luca completely clueless about mechanical technology.
But the competitive spirit of the two brothers was stronger than the other.
Therefore, Stark Industries was split into two major sectors.
Tony managed tech weapons, and Luca managed biomedicine.
The two played their own games, but their bond was so good they could share a pair of pants.
A place like the Middle East was hot and dry, and normally Luca would never go there.
But unfortunately, Pepper and Obadiah had been annoying him to death recently.
Pepper chased him around every day with a stack of documents for him to sign, and Obadiah always put on the airs of an elder to point fingers at his private life.
Luca found it most annoying when others tried to use moral blackmail on him.
To hide away in peace, and by the way go to the Middle East to have some fun.
He kept it from Pepper and Obadiah, and sneaked onto Tony's private plane.
If nothing unexpected happened, the unexpected was about to happen.
Who knew that he came fine, but couldn't go back.
After demonstrating the Jericho missile that flattened an entire hilltop, the two brothers sat in a military Humvee listening to rock music and drinking iced whiskey.
Tony was still boasting to the soldiers in the front row that he had once slept with a cover model.
The next second, boom!
The car was blown over.
Luca couldn't even hold his wine glass steady, blasted away by the air wave, hitting his head against the car door, and directly losing consciousness.
When he woke up, all around him was a group of Terrorists wearing headscarves and holding AKs.
This gang of Terrorists must have been completely dumbfounded at that time.
The order they received was clearly just to kidnap the weapon genius Tony Stark.
Who knew, when they arrived at the scene and looked, it was actually buy-one-get-one-free!!
Lying next to him was also a guy who looked even more handsome than Tony and also shared the surname Stark!
This gang of people laughed like crazy.
One Tony Stark proficient in physical technology and weapon manufacturing, one Luca Stark proficient in biotechnology and pharmaceutical R&D.
These two brothers were simply cash cows of the tech World.
Thus, the two of them were hooded, stuffed into a truck, and brought to this terrorist Base named Advanced Technology.
The first few days of being kidnapped, Luca and Tony were locked up together.
That was a dark and damp cave.
Tony had his chest hit by shrapnel from a bomb produced by his own family, fortunately saved back by a bald Doctor named Ethan.
But the way he was saved was very brutal, which was hanging a broken car battery on Tony's chest to attract the shrapnel close to his heart.
Seeing Tony wake up, Luca immediately leaned over.
"Tony, your look right now is really unique. Environmentalists will definitely love you to death. You're a hybrid human now. I must take a photo later and make it into an environmental protection promotional poster for Stark Industries."
Tony glared at him weakly.
"Shut up, Luca. You bastard who only wastes oxygen, how come your mouth wasn't blown off too."
"If I had no mouth, who would awaken you, this megalomaniac? Look around, all of them are weapons produced by our family."
"Brother, we've become the biggest arms suppliers, except the customers are Terrorists who don't take baths."
The two chatted back and forth like this.
The Terrorists guarding the door didn't understand at first, but later got annoyed listening to them.
These two brothers chattered incessantly all day long.
From complaining about the cave's decoration style, to complaining about the Terrorists' clothing collocation, and then to mocking their accents.
Finally, the Terrorists couldn't bear it anymore.
They found that keeping these two Starks locked together made working simply impossible.
So they forcefully opened the iron door and took Luca away.
Tony panicked at that time and shouted.
"Hey! Where are you taking him? Leave him behind! I'll be bored to death without him!"
Luca was brought to a high-tech laboratory hidden inside the mountain.
At the very beginning, this gang really wanted to use him directly as a guinea pig.
They showed Luca an incomplete piece of biological data and demanded that he cooperate with the experiment.
The data these Terrorists had him research was also quite funny.
It was actually snatched after they killed a talented scientist from another country.
This data indeed had some substance to it, with a very grand vision.
It actually wanted to make human somatic cells absorb external free energy, thereby producing self-evolution.
But in Luca's view, this data only had theory, and its practicality was almost zero.
This group of hired third-rate researchers couldn't even understand the core formulas.
But he, Luca, understood.
Not only did he understand, but he also saw hope for survival from it.
To escape, simply cooperating with others wouldn't work; one must have power.
Luca's brain spun at top speed, instantly thinking of a way to save himself, and a crazy plan formed in his mind.
He directly seized control of the console, pointing out more than a hundred fatal errors in their experimental steps within just a few minutes.
He displayed top-tier intelligence that crushed everyone present.
That gang of Terrorists were completely dumbfounded.
They immediately changed their minds.
A living genius was far more valuable than a dead test subject.
Just like that, Luca logically sat in the position of the head of the experiment.
Although there were guards with guns at the door, in essence he was still a prisoner.
But at least, he had control of the laboratory.
For him, that was enough.
After gaining control, Luca began to formulate his plan.
He was going to restart his father Howard's Super Soldier project!!
Chapter 2 Superman Serum!
Everyone knows.
Back then, the great Dr. Erskine passed away the very day Captain America officially came to be, and all the data was destroyed.
But when Luca was a child, because he displayed astonishing talent...
Howard once explained the formula for the Super Soldier Serum he had reverse-engineered to him and Tony.
However, their father strictly forbade them from trying to manufacture and inject it at the time.
Because that serum was extremely unstable.
And the fatality rate was extremely high.
Young Luca listened to his father's words, but this data was deeply imprinted in his brain.
Although he was a bastard who loved parties and beauties, he always kept his father's words in mind.
Even later when he took over the biology department of Stark Industries and built it into Stark Pharma, which had the highest market value in the World in medicine.
He had never thought of touching this taboo.
But strangely enough, when he saw this document, his brain inexplicably made him unable to help thinking about this possibility.
His inner self told him countless times that the fatality rate of this plan was as high as 99 percent.
But the strange thing was that once this idea arose, it could not be forgotten.
It was like being possessed.
Since he couldn't forget it, he might as well just go all out and do it.
Luca saw the data on energy absorption and evolution provided by the Terrorists.
He found that if these two pieces of data were combined, the problem of the instability of the Super Soldier Serum could be perfectly solved!
The reason for the instability was that the human body could not bear the load when the serum erupted.
But if the trait of absorbing energy and evolution was added, allowing human cells to actively devour external energy to neutralize this load, then the serum could merge perfectly!
No sooner said than done.
He called this serum plan: Superman Serum!
To save himself, and also so that his research achievements would not be snatched away by others.
Right at the beginning of the experiment, while everyone was not paying attention, Luca drew a large tube of his own blood and put it into the core cultivation chamber.
What he wanted to make was an exclusive customized version of the Super Soldier Serum that only he could inject!
The gene lock of this serum was completely bound to his DNA.
In this World, besides him, Lucas Stark, anyone who dared to inject this thing would have only one end.
Gene collapse, with cells throughout the body dissolving into a puddle of mud.
This was also the reason why he deliberately delayed time.
Customized genetic serum required a lot of time to cultivate and adapt.
He had to pretend every day to cooperate with the Terrorists in experiments, by the way pitting several of their subordinates who were used as guinea pigs to death.
Fortunately, two months had passed.
The progress bar finally reached 98 percent.
Luca took a deep breath and pulled back his thoughts.
He turned around, facing the remaining experimental personnel in the laboratory.
"Alright, guys, all the work that needs to be done is done. Now, all of you get out."
Luca waved his hand, as if shooing away a few annoying flies.
"I am going to start adjusting the final core data. This requires quiet. Wait until one hour later, when the experiment officially begins, before you come back in."
"Whoever dares to push open this door one minute early, I will pour that bottle of concentrated sulfuric acid into his mouth."
Everyone didn't say anything.
Over these past two months, they had long understood this big shot's weird temper.
And he always liked to be alone at critical moments.
They quickly walked out in single file, and the heavy door closed tightly behind them.
In the laboratory, only Luca was left.
The experimental subject who had just died had long been taken away, and there was still a slight foul odor.
Luca stared at the screen, seeing the progress bar jump to 99 percent.
"Hurry up, the yacht party in New York won't postpone for me. And Anna, or Cindy. Forget it, whatever her name is, those long legs are still waiting for me to measure."
While staring at the screen, Luca began to review his upcoming prison break plan in his mind.
The plan must be perfect, and one wrong step would mean meeting one's end right here.
First, inject the serum.
After this thing was injected, as long as there was no energy activation, it would lurk in the body like plain water.
Then, open the door normally and cooperate with the Bald Leader to do experiments.
Grab an unlucky Terrorist casually and give him a shot of useless waste liquid that had no effect.
Anyway, it wasn't himself who was dying.
These Terrorists killed and looted every day, and deserved to die.
At this time, it was already good enough to save his own life; he didn't have any saintly heart to sympathize with the people who kidnapped him.
Then, the waste liquid would be injected down, and that subordinate would definitely die a miserable death.
The experiment failed again.
The bad-tempered Bald Leader would definitely lose his temper, feeling that he was a useless piece of trash.
Finally, according to that bald guy's habit of destroying bodies and erasing traces.
He would definitely have people carry him out and take him to the cliff outside the Base to be shot.
Once they reached the cliff and contacted the sunlight's illumination.
Everything would fall into place naturally.
This was Luca's entire plan.
Not a single step could be missing.
Of course, one wrong step would also lead to death.
This was a plan where risk and reward coexisted.
The reason for doing this was that the serum developed had a major flaw: it required massive energy to activate instantly.
There was simply no energy source of this level in this lousy Base.
As for those nutrient solution chambers used for experiments?
The Terrorists guarded against him tightly; they would only take them out when doing experiments and put them away immediately afterwards.
Luca's only hope was the sunlight outside.
But ordinary sunlight's energy was too dispersed and simply not enough to activate the serum.
Therefore, for a hundred percent success, he had to think of another way.
During these two months, Luca not only studied the main serum, but also spent a lot of energy studying another auxiliary serum and mixed it into the main serum.
The function of this auxiliary serum was only one, and it was disposable.
Photosynthetic Energy Amplifier!
As long as it contacted the photosynthesis of sunlight within a certain time after injecting the serum.
This part of the auxiliary serum would instantly start, magnifying the absorbed light energy countless times!
With this magnified energy, the serum's traits combined with the evolutionary traits would react instantly.
Then completely activate his physical potential, achieving the effect of a perfect mutation!
Ring linked to ring, this was all of Luca's trump cards.
One wrong step meant death.
If the Bald Leader suddenly changed his habit, thinking that walking to the cliff was too troublesome, and directly pulled out a gun in the laboratory to finish him off.
Then Luca would be completely done for.
He could only gamble.
Gamble on that bald guy's perverted obsession with dumping bodies off cliffs.
The electronic clock on the wall was ticking silently.
From the one-hour deadline given by the Bald Leader, there was less than half an hour left.
"Ding!!"
A crisp electronic prompt sounded.
The progress bar on the screen finally reached one hundred percent.
Perfect match.
Accompanied by a slight deflation sound, a lid in the center of the experimental platform slid open, and a tube of serum emitting a faint glow slowly rose.
Luca suppressed the wildly beating excitement in his heart, walked over and grabbed the serum.
Without the slightest hesitation, he immediately came to the automatic injection device next to him, put his arm in, and loaded the serum into the card slot.
"Dad, although you wouldn't let me touch it, now in order to save the Stark Family, I can only go against your wishes. I hope this formula is reliable, I don't want to turn into a puddle of rotten meat."
Luca took a deep breath and pressed the start button.
The instrument made a click sound, and the needle pierced into the arm vein.
The liquid quickly flowed along the transparent tube and into his body.
Soon, the injection was complete.
Luca pulled out his arm and frowned slightly.
Except for the slight stinging sensation brought by the needle piercing into the skin, there was no other feeling at all.
No fever, no muscle expansion, not even a sped-up heartbeat.
But he also knew this was normal, because energy had not yet been absorbed to activate it.
"Really boring, I thought it would be as exciting as drinking ten cans of Red Bull. Looks like this thing is normally a dud."
Luca curled his lips and began to quickly clean up the scene.
He deleted all his own genetic data, cleared the traces of the cultivation chamber, and then threw the empty test tube into the destruction furnace to burn it into ashes.
Soon, the one-hour deadline arrived.
The door of the laboratory was pushed open on time.
The Bald Leader walked in with those few researchers and two heavily armed soldiers.
In the hands of the soldiers, a desperately struggling Terrorist subordinate was also escorted.
This unlucky fellow obviously knew what being brought here meant, and cried out loudly for mercy.
"Time is up, Stark." The Bald Leader looked coldly at Luca.
"Let me see the fruits of your last hour. If you disappoint me again, you will die."
While pretending to tidy up the instruments on the console, Luca complained inwardly.
"Relax, buddy. Science needs a sense of ritual."
"Please invite our volunteer onto the bed. Looking at his excited appearance, he obviously can't wait to sacrifice himself for science."
The soldiers roughly pressed that subordinate onto the experimental bed, locking his limbs and neck tightly with leather straps.
Luca pointed at the experimental bed with a relaxed expression.
"Tie him up, the moment to witness a miracle has arrived."
Luca strolled leisurely to the front of the console, casually picked up the waste liquid prepared long ago, and pretended to put it into the injection device.
"Are you ready? Ladies and gentlemen, what will be demonstrated next is a great leap in the history of human evolution."
Chapter 3 Praise the Sun
Luca pressed the injection button.
The waste liquid flowed through the catheter into that subordinate's body.
Only five seconds passed.
The violent reaction began.
The subordinate on the bed began to twitch wildly, and his skin turned crimson all over.
His eyes bulged, he spat out large mouthfuls of white foam, and the straps creaked as he struggled.
"Well, it seems this time's formula is a little spicy. His cells are tap dancing."
Luca leaned against the console, crossed his arms, with an expression of watching a show.
Ten seconds later.
The subordinate straightened his body, then slammed heavily onto the bed, looking as if he had already stopped breathing.
The alarm sound of disappearing vital signs echoed in the laboratory.
The injection failed once again.
The atmosphere in the laboratory instantly dropped to freezing point.
Several researchers were so frightened that they lowered their heads and didn't even dare to breathe heavily.
The Bald Leader's expression became extremely ugly, and anger burned in his eyes.
He suddenly pulled out his pistol, strode up to Luca, and aimed the pitch-black muzzle at Luca's forehead.
The cold touch made Luca's eyelids twitch.
Although he was panicking like crazy inside and constantly complaining that this old fellow didn't play by the rules, Luca's face remained extremely calm.
"Brother, that's how experiments are." Luca spread his hands and shrugged innocently.
"Successful examples are always very few. We must be patient. Failure is the mother of success, understand?"
The Bald Leader was almost angered to laughter by him, the muscles on his face twitching with anger.
He stared fixedly at Luca's fearless eyes for a full half minute.
Then, he suddenly laughed.
He put away the pistol and plugged it back into the holster at his waist.
"You are indeed a genius, Stark. There aren't many people who can still be so stubborn under the muzzle of a gun." The Bald Leader sneered and said.
"But this doesn't change the fact that you can't help me. Your value has been exhausted. You and that trash brother of yours are both useless garbage."
Hearing this, Luca's heart sank, and his brows furrowed involuntarily.
How was Tony's condition?
Did he anger these guys? Is the broken battery on his chest still hanging there?
Countless worries welled up in his heart.
Although they usually bickered, in this World, Tony was his only relative.
If something happened to Tony...
But Luca knew that he must never show weakness now.
He immediately resumed a punchable expression.
"Is that so? That arrogant Tony is indeed trash, and he even snores when he sleeps. What stupid thing did that guy do to make you so angry? Did he steal your coffee?"
The Bald Leader was also a smart man, understanding that Luca was fishing for information.
"Don't waste your effort."
"You will be able to see him in hell soon."
"Damn it, I certainly don't want to listen to him brag about his romantic affairs in hell. If you guys really finish him off, remember to help me shoot him a few extra times, I've wanted to beat him up for a long time."
Luca continued to complain, trying to conceal his inner anxiety.
The Bald Leader was too lazy to care about this nonsense anymore.
He turned around, turned his back to Luca, and waved his hand.
"Take him to the cliff outside. Get rid of him. Clean it up, don't dirty my Base."
Hearing this, Luca's heart finally settled.
Plan succeeded.
But following that was a deeper worry.
What on earth happened to Tony?
The other party said he would see him soon, does that mean Tony has already been killed, or does it mean Tony has also reached the verge of execution?
Tony was so smart, he must be thinking of some way to save himself.
Hope he can hold on.
Damn it, once I get out!
I must launch two Jericho missiles to blow this mountain flat!
Two tall armed soldiers walked over and grabbed his arms from left and right.
In order to make the plan proceed better, Luca did not resist, only making a symbolic resistance.
"Hey hey! Easy! Even though this clothes was given by you guys, it still counts as clothes, okay? I have my own legs, I can walk!"
The two staff members didn't care about his complaints at all.
They directly supported Luca out, and then placed him on a wheelchair-like transportation device in the corridor.
Thick buckles clamped his wrists and ankles, fixing him tightly on it.
"A cart? Couldn't you guys get one with leather seats? The plastic board makes my whole body uncomfortable!"
The soldiers pushed Luca and began to walk outward along the long corridor.
Along the way, Luca kept trying to communicate with these two people, trying to get some information.
"Hey, tell me, who on earth ordered to kidnap us? Who is the guy providing you with intelligence? As long as you say a name, I'll give you endless money to spend for a lifetime."
For the past two months, he had been trying to investigate this matter.
Because these Terrorists couldn't accurately grasp their whereabouts, someone must have betrayed them.
But everyone in this Base was just like these two soldiers, tight-lipped, and no one paid attention to him at all, just like emotionless robots.
The cart passed through several doors, and the surrounding environment began to change.
The White walls turned into rough rocks, and the air became dry.
Finally, they came to the edge of a place similar to a balcony near the outside of the cave.
There was no guardrail here, and outside was a bottomless cliff.
Seeing this scene, Luca's heart was very excited.
Finally... it worked!
But on the surface, he still sneered.
"This service is really thoughtful. Knowing I like to go to the seaside for vacation, you specially pushed me out to bask in the Sun before death? Do you guys in this line of work care about hospice care now too?"
The two soldiers still ignored him.
The soldier in front walked over, pressed the switch on the wall, and opened the iron fence door.
The gale immediately poured in from the outside.
The soldier behind pushed Luca out of the door and came to the edge of the cliff.
There was less than half a meter left from falling down.
The noon Sun poured down without any obstruction, stinging people's eyes so they couldn't open them.
The soldier in front raised the assault rifle in his hand, and the pitch-black muzzle aimed at Luca's head.
They prepared to fire.
At this time, Luca had direct contact with the Sun.
The Sun shone on his body.
At this moment, Luca knew the plan had succeeded.
He clearly felt that the serum hidden in his blood had activated.
It was like a greedy vortex, crazily absorbing the Sun's energy.
Then, amplifying this energy countless times, fiercely instilling it into the dormant cells.
He felt it.
There seemed to be a violent power in his body, awakening!
Blood surged in his blood vessels, bones were reshaping, muscles were expanding, and cells were cheering.
The sense of power filling his whole body made him feel so comfortable that he wanted to roar out loud.
Luca closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and the corners of his mouth could no longer be suppressed.
"Praise the Sun."
He muttered to himself.
The two soldiers standing behind finally communicated.
"Prepare to fire."
The soldier on the left said coldly, his finger resting on the trigger.
Right at this moment!
Luca suddenly opened his eyes!
Majestic power wandered through his whole body, mutation was complete, and energy had awakened.
"Creak! Snap!"
Amid the dumbfounded gazes of the two soldiers.
The buckles tightly trapping Luca's wrists and ankles unexpectedly shattered automatically, then fell off to the ground.
Following closely, Luca's body slowly left the wheelchair and floated up.
He narrowed his eyes, raised his head, facing the scorching Sun, as if accepting the baptism of power.
At this moment, a gale blew from below the cliff.
Luca's White lab coat began to flutter loudly, like a God of War's cloak.
The two soldiers recovered from their shock.
They chose to shoot immediately.
"Da da da da da!!!"
"Go to hell! Monster!"
Dense bullets poured towards Luca in mid-air.
The next second.
Luca, suspended in the air, opened his eyes again.
At this time, his eyes had undergone incredible changes.
His pupils had turned into dazzling White-gold!
Around his pupils, there was vaguely violent White energy overflowing like Fire.
Chapter 4: Your Hometown, You Go See It Yourself
The beam of light instantly struck the two terrified soldiers ahead.
Before they even had time to scream, they were instantly vaporized under the terrifying high temperature, turning into two fleeting wisps of blue smoke.
On the ground, only two rifles melted into molten iron and two charred, deep craters were left behind.
Luca slowly closed his eyes, cutting off the energy output.
Even with his eyes closed,
he could still feel energy constantly flickering beneath his eyelids, and his eyeballs felt somewhat swollen and sore.
This feeling was very strange, as if something was about to burst out.
"Why does this damn Superpower not even come with a beginner tutorial? The energy given is too much, my eyes are getting a bit blurred out."
Luca rubbed his eye sockets, silently complaining in his heart.
He knew this was because he had just awakened his body potential and had not fully adapted to the power yet.
Fortunately, he just could not control his eyes from glowing right now, and was not letting the energy spew out uncontrollably all the time.
Overall, his eyes were a blinding white with a hint of blue.
He took a deep breath, trying his best to calm his mood.
Upon careful perception, he found that his body was filled with explosive power.
This feeling gave him an illusion of invincibility.
But besides that, he also felt something indescribable inside his body.
However, when he carefully investigated it, he could not figure out what it was no matter what.
Along with the deep breaths, he began to concentrate and feel the changes in his body.
Suddenly, a burst of chaotic noises flooded into his ears.
The howling of the wind blowing past the rocks, the friction sound of gravel rolling hundreds of meters away, the sound of bugs crawling underground.
Luca was stunned for a moment.
He quickly reacted, realizing this was a new ability.
Because his physical fitness had been comprehensively enhanced, his senses had also been magnified countless times.
He could now hear sounds from very, very far away.
So, have I become Superman?!
No matter how things were right now, Luca understood that he was saved.
Moreover, not only did he not die, but he had also turned into an existence like Superman.
However, what about Tony?
What was he doing right now? Was he still hammering scrap metal for these bastards in the cave?
Thinking of this, Luca immediately closed his eyes and concentrated his attention on his hearing.
He blocked out the sound of the wind and sand, and began to carefully listen within the range of the entire mountain range for Tony's voice.
One second, two seconds.
Suddenly, a familiar voice clearly transmitted into his ears.
"Ethan, hurry up, this bunch of guys is coming!"
It was Tony!
Luca was overjoyed and quickly opened his eyes, the white light in his eyes flickering for a moment.
This guy actually was not dead!
After staying in the terrorist organization for more than two months, with a broken car battery hanging on his chest, he could still shout around so lively.
"I have to say, Tony is really tough. I guess he definitely could not bear to die because of those cover models."
Luca smiled and could not help making a teasing remark.
But in the next second, his gaze turned incomparably cold and stern.
"Damn bastards. You have tortured us for so long. Once I rescue Tony, I will settle this score with you properly!"
Luca confirmed the direction the sound came from.
Feeling the energy within his body, he then tried to control the surrounding magnetic field.
He could feel a circle-like force field forming around himself.
The next second, his body turned into a blurry afterimage and flew toward the outer perimeter of the cave!
...
Meanwhile,
inside a cave on the outer perimeter of the cave Base,
Tony Stark stood in front of a crude iron rack, covered in sweat.
At this moment, he was putting on a suit of armor pieced together from scrap iron plates.
This was the Mark I armor that he had hammered out bit by bit over who knows how many days and nights.
Simply because in this sunless cave there was no concept of time at all; he only knew that he had to speed up.
"Hurry up, faster."
Tony gritted his teeth and forcefully fastened the buckle on his thigh.
His heart was extremely anxious.
Luca had been taken away by those bastards for a long time.
Ever since then, he had never received any news about Luca again.
In his eyes,
Luca was just a younger brother who only knew how to fiddle with white mice and test tubes in the laboratory every day.
He simply did not understand how to deal with this bunch of ruthless Terrorists.
As an older brother, and as the current pillar of the Stark Family, he had to take responsibility.
And he absolutely could not let his younger brother fall into danger.
But the more he thought about things, the more anxious he became.
Tony took a deep breath, only feeling a dull pain in his chest.
"Damn Luca, you better be fine. If you dare to die in a place like this, I will definitely go to hell to drag you out and beat you up!"
What was even more despairing was that he did not even know if Luca had thought of any way to save himself.
"Hurry, Ethan, they are coming!"
Tony glanced at the slowly jumping startup progress on the screen and shouted to the person beside him, turning his head.
Ethan walked over laborantly holding a metal faceplate.
Hearing Tony's anxious voice,
Ethan raised the faceplate in front of Tony and teased slightly out of breath,
"Tony, in the past ten minutes, you have already muttered your younger brother's name for the ninth time. Maybe he really is fine."
"Are not the people of the Stark Family always self-proclaimed geniuses favored by God?"
"Do not talk to me about God. If God were useful, he would not have let us be kidnapped to this ghost place."
Tony retorted stubbornly.
While speaking, Ethan had already started helping Tony put the heavy faceplate onto his head.
Just the second before the faceplate completely closed,
Tony stared through the gap toward the direction of the cave gate, his gaze turning incomparably fierce.
"If something happens to Luca..."
"I will let those bastards outside know what it truly means to experience a fate worse than death!"
Click.
The faceplate closed shut.
Right at this moment, urgent knocking came from outside the cave's iron door.
The Terrorists responsible for guarding loudly asked in Arabic what Tony and the others were doing inside.
Because they discovered that the surveillance cameras inside the cave had been destroyed, and Tony and Ethan's figures could not be seen on the screen at all.
The knocking grew louder and louder, finally turning into the sound of rifle butts violently smashing against the iron door.
The Terrorists were preparing to forcefully break the door down.
Ethan turned his head and glanced at the computer screen.
The startup program progress was seventy percent.
"There is no time left."
Ethan's expression changed, and he turned to look at Tony, his gaze solemn.
"I will go buy you some time."
"Do not go, Ethan! The program is almost finished, wait a bit longer! I do not need you to throw your life away!" Tony shouted loudly inside the faceplate.
Ethan stopped in his tracks, turned his head, and gave a faint smile.
"Listen, Tony. You are the only one with a chance to get out alive. You still have a younger brother to save."
Ethan's tone was very calm, as if he was giving his last words.
"Promise me, if you get out, go back to my hometown and take a look for me. I have not seen my family for a long time."
Finishing his words, Ethan resolutely picked up an iron block from the ground and walked toward the door without looking back.
At this time, the Terrorists outside had already started installing explosives on the door.
Seeing the sluggish progress bar and Ethan walking toward the door, Tony was extremely anxious inside.
A sense of helplessness surrounded him.
Luca's life and death were currently unknown, and Ethan was willingly risking his life to die so that he could successfully start the armor.
And he, the helm of Stark Industries, could only stand here like an iron can.
Tony's heart wavered.
He wanted to cut off the program early and rush out.
He could not let anyone else die for him anymore!
"Boom!"
With a loud crash,
the cave gate was directly blown open by the Terrorists using explosives.
Amidst the swirling smoke, two Terrorists holding submachine guns roared and rushed in.
Tony's heart sank to the bottom.
Ethan was holding an iron block; how could he possibly beat enemies with guns?
Right at this critical moment of life and death,
a crisp prompt tone sounded from the screen.
The progress bar reached one hundred percent!
The startup was completed just in time!
The gears inside the armor instantly engaged, and a massive surge of power poured from the reactor on his chest into his limbs.
Tony's expression flashed with joy, and he immediately shouted with all his might,
"Ethan, get down!"
Ethan over there was raising the iron block ready to fight desperately.
Hearing Tony's shout, without even thinking, he crouched on the ground on instinct.
The next second,
Tony raised his thick arm and pressed the switch on his left hand.
Whoosh!
Two intense flames instantly spewed out.
The flames passed over Ethan, who was crouching on the ground, and burned onto the two Terrorists who had rushed in.
"Ah!!!"
The two Terrorists instantly turned into fireballs, letting out miserable screams and rolling continuously on the ground.
Tony walked forward with heavy steps.
Then he bent down, grabbed Ethan's clothes, and pulled him up.
"Hide behind me, pal. Your hometown, you go see it yourself; I am not good at doing favors for people."
Chapter 5: Damn it, this is not fair!!
Ethan was stunned for a moment.
But seeing Tony blocking the front, he smiled.
"Are you ready, Tony?"
"There are at least dozens of heavily armed enemies outside. They won't show us any mercy."
Tony raised his arms, and the firelight illuminated the cave.
"I'm ready to die. But only after finding Luca and giving him a hard kick."
The two no longer hesitated, rushing out of the cave along the passage, preparing for the final decisive battle with the Terrorists outside.
As soon as they rushed out of the cave, the outside turned into a battlefield.
The Terrorists simply couldn't believe what they were seeing.
A clumsy robot that could also breathe fire!
This kind of thing in this era was no less than Transformers descending into reality.
But they didn't hesitate, immediately raising their guns and starting to strafe.
Tony's current weapon was only a flamethrower.
He walked at the very front, his arms spewing long flames.
The approaching Terrorists were burned so badly that they retreated repeatedly, screaming endlessly.
But the opponents were not fools either.
After paying the price of a dozen lives, they also knew they couldn't be brainless,
so they immediately pulled away, began to use terrain cover, and launched long-range attacks with submachine guns and rifles.
Bullets hit Tony's armor like raindrops.
Fortunately, this set of Mark I, although ugly, used high-strength missile alloy for its shell.
Its defensive power was very much in place.
Bullets hitting it would only spark a trail, unable to pierce through at all.
Braving the hail of bullets, Tony approached step by step.
Just at this moment.
He keenly discovered that behind a sandbag cover in the distance, a small Terrorist leader picked up an RPG!
The pitch-black muzzle was already aimed at Tony.
His pupils shrank.
This pile of scrap iron was okay for defending against ordinary bullets, but it definitely couldn't defend against a direct bombardment from a Rocket!
Tony immediately turned back and shouted loudly at Ethan behind him.
"Hide behind the rock! Don't come out!"
Just as the words fell.
"Whoosh!!"
The Rocket whistled and flew towards Tony.
Seeing the shell getting closer and closer, Tony could only worry in vain, with no other way out.
This bulky armor was completely unable to make evasive maneuvers.
It's over.
A burst of despair welled up in Tony's heart.
Could it just end like this?
He hadn't found Luca yet, nor brought his younger brother safely back to New York.
Just at this moment.
The sky suddenly lit up.
A dazzling blue-white beam of light descended from the sky like divine punishment!
This beam of light was extremely precise, instantly hitting the Rocket.
"Boom!!!"
A deafening roar.
The Rocket was directly detonated by the beam of light in mid-air.
The Impact quickly spread around, blowing away a circle of surrounding Terrorists.
Although wearing the armor, Tony was pushed back repeatedly by the blast wave, finally losing his balance and heavily falling onto the sandbag wall beside him.
He shook his slightly dizzy head and looked up in the direction where the beam of light came from.
The sunlight was very dazzling, making him unable to help narrowing his eyes.
He saw a figure floating quietly in mid-air.
That person was wearing a lab coat, and the clothes fluttered in the wind.
Because of the backlight, he couldn't see the person's appearance clearly, only seeing that there seemed to be a faint layer of energy halo around the other's body.
Tony's heart was deeply shocked.
This completely exceeded his common-sense cognition.
How could a human levitate in the sky without thrusters?!
And even emit energy?!
"Damn it, is this God? Did God go out wearing a lab coat today?" Tony couldn't help complaining.
The next second.
A teasing voice drifted down from mid-air.
"Tony, are you starved silly? Or did the bomb scramble your brain? You actually started thinking I'm God. Though I admit, I really am very handsome."
Hearing this voice.
Tony was instantly stunned.
This was Luca's voice!
He wasn't dead!
Not only was he not dead, he was flying in the sky?!
What on earth was going on here?
Could there be a talent for awakening Superpower in the family's gene pool?
Did the old man secretly research something strange behind my back back then?
The most crucial thing was, if the Stark Family had Superpower, why didn't he?!
He could only bitterly pound iron sheets in a broken cave?!
This is not fair!
In mid-air.
Seeing that Tony was fine, Luca also breathed a sigh of relief.
Although this armor looked ridiculously ugly and a bit comical,
being able to create such a thing in a cave where even tools were incomplete, Tony truly deserved to be the god of the machinery field.
Unexpectedly, the other party also thought of a way to save himself, and used his most proficient method.
The Stark Family were truly all geniuses, even their ideas of desperate counterattacks were so tacitly aligned.
"It seems I don't need to collect your corpse, bro."
Luca smiled and shook his head.
Afterward, he cast his gaze towards the Terrorists below.
At this moment, those Terrorists also reacted.
Although they didn't know how Luca flew up, that wasn't important.
Definitely an enemy!
A small leader shouted: "Open fire! Shoot him down!"
The remaining twenty or thirty Terrorists immediately turned their gun barrels and frantically fired at Luca in mid-air.
"Luca, watch out above!"
Seeing this scene, Tony shouted worriedly.
He tried to raise his arm to help with the flamethrower, but the distance was too far, and the flames couldn't reach the sky at all.
But his worry was completely redundant.
Luca in mid-air smiled slightly, extremely confident.
He gently raised one hand and pushed it forward.
The next second.
Those bullets stopped one after another half a meter away from him.
All the bullets hit a layer of blue-white energy field, sending out bursts of ripples.
Crackle, snap.
The distorted and deformed bullet heads fell to the ground one after another.
The Terrorists were dumbfounded.
Damn it! Is this still a human?!
Luca opened his palms, aiming at the enemies below.
"Bastards, now, it's my turn!"
The next second.
Two dazzling blue energies instantly converged in his palms, emitting a hair-raising humming sound.
"Boom!"
Two beams of energy were fired from his palms.
The speed of the beams was too fast to dodge.
They instantly hit two enemies carrying heavy machine guns in the crowd.
There was no explosion sound, nor any screams.
Those two enemies couldn't react at all.
The moment they came into contact with the blue beams, they directly turned into blood mist and dissipated in the air.
But this wasn't over yet.
Luca had no intention of stopping at all.
He moved his hands in mid-air, firing energy cannons one after another in rapid succession.
Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh!
Blue beams of light flashed in the camp.
In just a few seconds, screams rose and fell one after another.
More than a dozen Terrorists instantly vanished from the World.
More than a dozen charred deep pits appeared on the ground.
Tony, leaning against the corner of the wall, saw this scene and fell into utter bewilderment.
His own armor was so heavy that even turning around was a struggle, while Luca could wipe out enemies with a casual wave of his hand.
He suddenly felt that this invention seemed like a toy.
Just as Tony was dazed, Luca stopped shooting.
He lowered his head, looked at the dazed Tony, and loudly complained.
"Hey! Tony! How much longer are you going to watch? Is the armor too heavy to let you stand up? Do you need me to protect you out, great genius scientist?"
Hearing this taunt.
Tony snapped back to his senses instantly.
His desire to win was ignited by the phrase "Do you need me to protect you".
"Shut up, you pervert who only knows how to fiddle with test tubes!"
Tony instantly fired back naggingly.
Then he propped himself against the wall and staggered to his feet.
"Mark I is a cross-era weapon that can rub you on the ground! How could I possibly need your protection!"
Luca shrugged nonchalantly.
"Alright, since you're so confident. Then I'll handle the east side of the camp, and you handle the west side. Let me see what you can actually do after hammering iron sheets for two months."
Tony raised his arm, and the flamethrower roared once again.
"I don't need you to teach me how to fight. But I agree with your proposal." Tony responded loudly.
"Let's have a contest. Whoever finishes off the enemies last will honestly quit drinking for a month after returning to New York! Do you dare?"
Luca raised his eyebrows and laughed loudly.
"Are you challenging me? Fine, I accept your challenge! Bro, you better get ready to drink coffee every day back in New York!"