Marvel: Spider-Man? No, I'm Superman!

"But it's time to build a suit of my own. After all, I can't just pick up a set of clothes every time I go out as Superman."

"If others knew that I, a god on earth, was wearing other people's clothes everywhere, I would be so embarrassed."

After receiving the latest task issued by the system, Peter couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

The task issued by the system was very timely, and he had long had the idea of ​​making his own battle suit.

It's just that I gained the ability to fly yesterday, and now I haven't had time to put it into practice.

……

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 17 Only three-year-olds read comics (Please collect)

It was noon, and the scorching sun hanging high in the sky was burning the earth like a fireball.

Located in a newsstand on Brooklyn Street in New York City.

A white guy who was a little too plump seemed to have just returned from lunch.

After closing the door, he placed a stack of newly printed newspapers from the Daily Bugle, which he had just received, in the most conspicuous position in the newsstand.

"Although it was delivered late, it's still selling well."

It was just such a simple job, but it still made him sweat profusely.

He casually wiped his face with his arm.

The young man couldn't wait to throw the pile of his own stuff heavily on the chair.

As if he suddenly thought of something, the young man turned sideways with difficulty and slowly took out a box of cheap cigarettes from the side pocket of his shorts.

puff.

Without caring that his actions might get him burned to death, he lit the cigarette.

"Huh... feel good!"

With his eyes half closed, he slowly exhaled a smoke ring. This moment seemed to be his happiest moment.

"Young man, please help me get a newspaper, thank you."

An old man with gray hair and a hunched back came to the newsstand at some point.

"Here, they are all there. Take your pick. They are five cents each. Remember to pay."

He raised his hand with half-closed eyes and pointed to where the newspaper was placed, and blew out another smoke ring from his mouth, filling the entire newsstand with cheap second-hand smoke.

The old man straightened up with difficulty, reached out and took out a copy of the Daily Bugle, and took out a five-cent coin from his pocket and slowly placed it on the table.

"Young people nowadays..." With a sigh, the old man sat on a chair by the roadside and slowly read the newspaper in his hand.

"Superman is in New York? Haha, this world is really interesting..."

As he read the newspaper in his hand, the old man had an intriguing smile on his face.

Sa!

A breeze blew through the hot air, making people feel extremely refreshed.

"Give me a newspaper, please."

"Now, there, help yourself, and remember to pay your five cents when you are done."

It’s the same process.

However, the young man, who was half-closing his eyes and enjoying the nicotine in the cigarette, suddenly felt a cold breath blowing across his face.

Even at the scorching hot noon, ice instantly formed on his unshaved stubble.

The biting cold made him shiver and he opened his eyes hurriedly.

The next moment, the cigarette that had been frozen out of his mouth fell to the ground.

He jumped up instantly like Tom whose butt was burned, and his flesh trembled.

"Hey, hello Mr. Superman, here is the newspaper you asked for."

"Mr. Superman, you don't have to pay. Just consider it a gift from me."

"Young man, remember to strive for perfection in everything you do!"

The old man on the roadside had stood up at some point, leaving behind only these words and a hunched back.

Swish!

Looking at the figure that disappeared into the sky in an instant with envy, the young man wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his head.

Then he looked at the five-cent coin deeply embedded in the stainless steel tabletop in silence.

……

"The greatest superhero in human history, Superman, has appeared in New York City. This is a blessing for New York and for all mankind!"

Obadiah Stane's office in the Stark Industries building.

"The editor of the Daily Bugle is getting better and better at coming up with eye-catching headlines."

He casually threw the Daily Bugle, whose headline he had just read, on the desk.

Obadiah Stan came to his desk.

Then he opened a strictly encrypted file on his personal computer.

"Jericho Missile. Hum, Tony Stark, you are truly a genius who can rival your father."

"It's a pity that you are just as pedantic as your father and don't know how to adapt."

He casually sent this document representing Stark Industries' top secrets (only a weapon introduction) and a letter that had been prepared long ago to an unknown IP address.

Obadiah Star turned off his computer and walked to the window, looking down from above, taking in almost the entire New York City.

"Superman? Tony Stark? Strength? Genius mind?"

"Hehe, in the end, this world is still ruled by capital. Whoever has enough money can truly dominate the world!"

As if he had thought of something, Obadiah turned to his desk and picked up the phone.

"Hello, General Ross..."

"Yes, I accept your deal regarding the special weapons order on behalf of Stark Industries."

"Don't hang up yet. I can also give your military a new deal..."

"Haha, then, happy cooperation!"

After hanging up the phone, a sinister smile flashed across Obadiah's face.

The next moment, his smile instantly turned amiable. He looked at a blonde beauty who was about to knock on the office door and spoke slowly.

"Come in, Ms. Potts. You've come at the right time. We have just received two large orders from the military, a total of 50 billion dollars. I hope you can inform Tony as soon as possible."

"Mr. Stan, for an order like this, would Stark Industries..."

Pepper Potts, the president's secretary, felt that they seemed unable to complete such orders after briefly understanding the orders received.

"Don't worry, Ms. Potts. Don't you know Tony? He is the most talented weapons engineer in the world today. Nothing can stop him."

"Okay, Mr. Stan, I'll pass that on to Mr. Stark."

As a secretary, Pepo had limited power and he had done his best just by raising questions.

……

At night, in a luxurious villa on Malibu Beach far away in Los Angeles.

Tony Stark, who had just returned to the villa from a party with two beautiful blondes, finally ended his life of constant battles.

Unable to sleep, he removed his hand from the soft and graceful body, left the bedroom filled with strange smells, and came to the basement laboratory in the villa.

"Hey, Jarvis, let's see what new projects we have available."

Holding a glass of expensive red wine produced in 92, Tony shouted into the air.

"Sir, we have just received two new orders from your company. There is some information for you to review."

Following a magnetic voice, a virtual projection instantly appeared on the laboratory desk in front of Tony.

"Well, this is..."

Looking at the two documents on the visual desktop, Tony's expression was still very casual.

He casually threw the valuable red wine in his hand into the trash can, and then used his finger to click on the content of one of the documents in the air.

"Re-enacting the Super Soldier Serum experiment? Gamma radiation mutation? Green giant..."

Looking at the information in front of him, Tony's expression became more and more serious.

"These stupid guys in the military are the ones who will cause trouble."

After briefly understanding the information, Tony felt that this order seemed a bit challenging, and then clicked on the second order.

"Are you kidding me? How can there be a superman in this world?!"

The moment Tony opened the second order, he was full of doubts about its authenticity.

"Sir, this is the latest media report about Superman today, as well as the original video from the press conference, and many photos on the Internet that passers-by claimed to have taken of Superman flying."

As soon as Jarvis finished speaking, many videos and blurry photos of Superman appeared in the virtual projection in front of him.

"Did Superman really come out of the comics?"

Tony still couldn't believe it.

"Mr. Stark, do you want to read a comic about Superman? There is a detailed introduction to the character of Superman there, which may help you complete your order."

"You're kidding. Only three-year-olds read comics."

Tony seems to have a lot of disdain for people who read comics.

"Warning, there is..."

Jarvis' warning had just sounded when Tony had already disappeared into the basement.