Marvel's genius inventor? I'll make a wish-granting dragon with my own hands.

"Remember to keep today's events a secret. The so-called demons aren't as powerful as you think. If you encounter them crawling out of hell, remember to call me."

"If you can't get through on the phone."

"Then let's go to this place to find them."

"Hey buddy, remember to stick to your guns, we're the ones who have the upper hand!"

Russell didn't see the demon as a problem; on the contrary, he was somewhat eager to get involved.

Because he thought of his Namekian mission that hadn't been unlocked yet. What if the demons attacked the human world and unlocked it all at once? Wouldn't he be incredibly happy then?

Besides.

The third generation Ghost Rider.

That's the one riding the motorcycle. He's quite strong. Although he's not quite up to par with Russell, he's a natural counter to villains and bad guys. He could be recruited into the Dragon Ball Guardians.

So Russell thought about it and left his phone number with the second Ghost Rider.

As for the address...

Of course, he didn't keep what was his own.

No way, no way, no one would be stupid enough to reveal their address to the public and then attract the villain's ambush, almost getting blown up themselves, right?

That's so stupid! Haha!

Russell left the second Ghost Rider with the address of the New York Sanctum in Kamar-Taj. If any demon made any trouble, he could go there to complain, which was equivalent to taking a complaint to the capital, right up to the emperor. The other party would have a hard time escaping death.

"Let's go!"

The interaction between Russell and the second-generation Ghost Rider seemed somewhat unbelievable, completely shattering the worldview of Howard Stark, who was a believer in science.

He believed in Newton.

Then, out of nowhere, Jesus, God, the King of Gods, Odin, the devil, and all that came up.

His mind was in turmoil, utterly confused. He was just dead, not... well, you know. Where did he end up? Was this still the real Earth?!

Those mutants back then.

It's not that outrageous.

Howard was questioning his existence when Russell took him up into the sky, where he saw the familiar yet strangely bustling New York night view.

I was quite shocked for a moment.

After all, this metropolis has far exceeded the standards he met during his lifetime.

But he was quickly puzzled, "How come you're still using these outdated relics that can't even fly?"

You should know that this happened decades ago.

He was already tinkering with anti-gravity cars at Stark's exhibition, but he couldn't realize them due to the limitations of technology, craftsmanship, and energy at the time.

The result was unexpected.

He's been dead for so many years.

Later generations didn't develop anti-gravity cars, so they seem rather useless!

"You created the super soldier serum, but you didn't inject yourself with it, did you?"

"That means there's a traitor within the organization."

Howard looked somewhat old, but he wasn't senile. He was still deeply troubled by his own death and had already figured out the reason behind it.

He has been tracking down Captain America's whereabouts.

It can be said that one must see the person alive or the body dead.

He didn't believe the other person was dead.

Meanwhile, he was studying the blood left behind by the other party and successfully developed a super soldier serum that was simpler and more perfect than before. Once it was widely distributed, almost all of humanity could achieve perfect evolution.

But it was only just developed.

He was immediately pursued by assassins.

The other side is after the super soldier serum.

Howard felt a chill run down his spine. "Did anyone later find out the cause of my death?"

"The official explanation is, of course, a car accident, but in reality, your death was the work of Hydra. They have been infiltrating your intelligence organization all along."

really!

"Damn Nazis!"

Howard was somewhat indignant. After all, those Nazis were incredibly brutal back then. They were the instigators of the war. They were heroes to their own people, but sinners to the entire world.

He never imagined that the evil organization, after being destroyed and its leaders dying, could actually come back to life.

They even parasitize their organizations.

Howard became increasingly alarmed as he thought about it, worrying about the fate of his friends, but those concerns came later.

Because he remembered something more important, "What technology did you use to resurrect me? After all, I've been dead for at least... twenty years?"

He's no ordinary academic underachiever.

Instead, he is a super academic achiever who spans multiple fields.

It has also been studied for its effects on the human body. It is simply the most sophisticated instrument in the world. If the heart stops beating for more than ten minutes, even the most skilled doctor is powerless to help.

Not to mention someone like him whose body is rotting.

Maybe the bones have been burned to ashes.

They might not even have DNA.

In this situation...

They actually managed to save him?

Howard was bewildered and expressed his astonishment, asking, "What kind of technology is this?"

"Can my wife be brought back to life?"

Russell placed Howard on the rooftop of a building, as Howard's body was too weak to withstand prolonged high-speed flight.

He also took the opportunity to chat briefly, explaining the reason: "As you can see, I am an inventor, and I resurrected you simply because I invented a tool. As for the principle behind it..."

"Just think of it as me adding a lot of light to it."

"Just believe in the light."

Howard: "..."

"I resurrected you because of your brilliant mind. I need you to help me create something, such as a radar to locate the ball based on its wavelength."

"The larger the area, the better."

"It would be best to expand globally."

Human technology has reached the point where it can detect signals from very far away in the universe, and even observe the fluctuations of other secret organizations across thousands of miles.

But cutting-edge technology is a hundred times more powerful.

Expanding the scope to the whole world is perfectly reasonable and scientific, isn't it?

"I also want a suit made from the same shield that Captain America wore back in the day, one that's extremely sturdy and suitable for combat."

"I also want a room where I can change the gravity at will, that is hard enough to withstand the impact of a nuclear bomb, and that has sensitive numerical feedback."

To have a genius inventor.

The benefits are numerous.

Russell got many of his desires, and he also offered benefits: "Consider these things as the price for my resurrection of you. If you gain my approval in the future and help me complete some incredible tasks, I will help you resurrect your wife."

His cheat code is incredibly powerful.

The extracted character templates from various universes are not limited to Namekians; there are also more powerful ones, such as Luo Feng from Swallowing the Stars, Sun Wukong from Journey to the West, and the Three Pure Ones from the Primordial World.

That is because he surpassed the five great gods.

The hope of achieving immortality.

He needs more powerful helpers to assist him in completing those tasks.

After all, a Namekian template is unlikely to satisfy Russell. This is the brutal Marvel universe, and who knows if a Wanda for revenge, a zombie Strange, or a dark Strange might jump out from a parallel universe.

Even the Avengers can't be relied upon.

There are countless universes that have been completely wiped out.

Having strong personal capabilities is the most important thing.

Faced with Russell's promise, Howard's breathing quickened, and a surge of guilt towards his wife welled up inside him. Without much hesitation, he agreed.

"I'm willing to help you."

"But I need to go back to Stark Industries. I need to find my son, Tony Stark, who is a super genius no less than me."

"I need his help. Without top-notch laboratories and machines, I can't do much."

This is the helplessness of the industrial age.

No matter how powerful an individual is, or how much wisdom they possess, without the corresponding industry and resources, even if they have the knowledge of atomic bombs in their head, they may still end up worse off than someone selling tea eggs.

"I'm sorry! Your son Tony Stark is indeed a genius and a remarkable arms tycoon, but unfortunately, there was a mole in his company recently who betrayed his whereabouts, and now he is in the hands of desert terrorists."

The creation of the Iron Man armor.

It will take quite some time.

Tony has been gathering dust there for a long time.

"And there's nothing I can do about it, after all, I'm just an incompetent agent."

Russell didn't want to be too conspicuous, only to have knives stabbing him everywhere. He wanted to be like Hydra, silent and undetectable, yet secretly controlling the world.

So what can he do?

"Well, but I can help you find an assistant..."

The phone rang.

From the other side came Natasha's lazy voice and the continuous sound of water, "I'm taking a shower, want to join me?"

"Well……"