American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

With his consciousness blocked and his five senses deceived, Locke, who possessed the power of chaos, was not even qualified to see these ordinary people.

It's ridiculous that the Scarlet Witch in movies and TV shows would be seen by ordinary people accidentally using bombs to kill some people, and then be subjected to online harassment by the entire nation.

However, Scarlet Witch cannot be entirely blamed. She has never perfectly controlled the Chaos Force within her. It is always the surge of Chaos Force that forces Scarlet Witch's growth. Chaos Force is the boss.

Strolling to the control room of this temporary base, the room opened by itself with a wave of the hand. The people inside quickly stood up, just about to do something, when a flash of scarlet energy disappeared, and everyone froze, like wooden figures.

Walk up to the screen and look at the 'target' that is almost perfect.

"It looks like it'll be in the next day or two, so let's wait and see."

This classic plot from the original work is worth Locke wasting some time to witness.

He glanced casually at the guy next to him who seemed to be in charge of the base: "Go, get some fresh fruit and some top-quality steak."

"Yes!"

The person in charge obeyed like a wooden puppet, turning around to prepare the food.

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Chapter Twenty-Five: Finding Fun

Inside the filthy cave, two equally filthy men stared intently at the creation before them: a large, clunky robot that was currently loading, but the loading process was incredibly slow.

The ruthless Ten Commandments gangs outside won't give them enough time. Once they discover their purpose, they could lose their lives at any moment. They are now racing against death.

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Both men's hearts were beating faster than usual, and large drops of sweat were constantly dripping from their foreheads.

"To be honest, I'm a little curious."

The sudden sound nearly made the two grown men faint on the spot.

Tony Stark, who was still wearing a small nuclear reactor on his chest, rolled his eyes on the spot.

Jason, who was wearing glasses, panicked and immediately began to perform first aid on Tony Stark, managing to revive him with great difficulty.

At this moment, the two burly men, whose breathing was disordered, finally came to their senses and looked toward the source of the sound.

Not far from them, a man appeared out of nowhere, a man holding a cat, sitting there watching them.

"Damn it, who are you? When did you appear?"

"Also, where did that nice office chair you're sitting in come from? That thing is bigger than that shabby door by the door! That doesn't make sense!"

Tony Stark, bursting with curiosity, kept rambling on and on.

Beside him, Jason, who was inexplicably trembling all over, carefully and gently tugged at Tony Stark.

Tony Stark turned around and looked at Jason with a puzzled expression. Jason cautiously pointed to the ground, and instantly, a chill ran down Tony Stark's spine!

Only then did he realize that they were now in terrorist territory and were trying to escape.

The man who appeared at that moment discovered their entire plan.

"Crack, click..."

The crisp sound rang out, and Tony Stark instinctively looked over, his urge to make sarcastic remarks instantly surging again.

Damn it, where did these potato chips come from?!

No, wait, it's this time of year, why are you eating potato chips?!

I have a feeling that there's something off about this man's style!

"Don't you like eating potato chips or popcorn when you watch a movie?"

“I don’t really like eating those things. In fact, I never watch movies with other people. I have my own private cinema.”

"Wait! How could you possibly know what I'm thinking?" Tony Stark's eyes widened instantly.

"Guess~"

"I bet you're fucking idiot..." Tony Stark thought to himself, but forced a smile.

Jason, who was getting increasingly nervous, nudged Tony Stark again, and Tony Stark glanced at Jason.

"Don't worry, Jason, this guy isn't with those terrorists."

"Although I don't know his background, didn't you notice? That guy's current state is just like when you see something funny and are deliberately paying attention. He's treating us like little ants amusing himself. He's even eating potato chips!!"

"As expected of you, Tony Stark, your reaction is indeed sharp."

I took that as a compliment.

"Indeed."

"So, could this mysterious friend who seems to admire me answer a question for me?"

Locke stroked his chin: "Hmm, that works too."

"If you answer my question, I can give you one back. One for one, isn't that fair?"

“Very fair.” Tony Stark nodded in agreement.

"What was your question again?" Tony Stark asked Jason.

"He only said he was curious, but didn't explain what he was curious about."

Tony Stark turned to Locke and shrugged. "So, my mysterious friend, what are you curious about?"

"What exactly is this big thing? Or is it this thing on my chest?"

"No, no, no!" Locke waved his hand. "I'm not curious about any of those."

"What I'm curious about is, is this big guy of yours powered by a nuclear reactor in your chest?"

Tony Stark nodded.

"So here's the question: the hole in that guy's chest is perfect for embedding a nuclear reactor, but that thing is exposed. Is that nuclear reactor bulletproof?"

Tony Stark fell silent instantly.

"If that nuclear reactor were to explode, the explosive force would be considerable, right? Your life and your friends' lives would be instantly lost. You built something to protect yourself, but you left the most dangerous thing exposed. Can you tell me why?"

"Challenging your limits? A new type of extreme sport?"

Tony Stark's later Mark armor could be said to have bulletproof protection for the nuclear reactor, since he didn't lack materials at that time. But this one, Locke glanced at it a few more times, and it was just a pure glass shell.

Tony Stark's face twitched violently as he looked his creation up and down, and at that moment he suddenly had the urge to smash this proud creation of his.

"Ahem..." Jason, the little angel, couldn't help but step in to help Tony Stark, who was practically twisting his hair into a pretzel.

He coughed softly twice to draw everyone's attention before speaking, "Mysterious sir, this isn't actually Mr. Stark's problem, but rather that we don't have enough materials, so this is the only way we can handle it."

Tony Stark gave Jason a grateful look. Regardless of whether the answer was reasonable or not, just tell me if this is an answer or not!

"Alright then." Locke was just teasing this 'genius' on purpose, just to have some fun.

"Now that our answer has satisfied you, mysterious sir, it's time to answer our questions."

“Okay.” Locke nodded.

"There can only be one. Think it through before you ask."

Jason looked at Tony Stark, who was deep in thought. There was only one question he needed to ask, and questions about the other party's background or the chair were irrelevant at this moment.

Tony Stark's sharp mind raced, and after a few seconds, he spoke up: "I want to ask, can you get us out of here?"

"Your bespectacled friend is alright, but as for you..." Locke glanced at Tony Stark with a half-smile, then at the chest area of ​​the Mark I, clearly ready to have some fun.

Tony Stark's face twitched wildly again.

Chapter Twenty-Six: Holy crap, this isn't scientific!

"No!"

Before Tony Stark could say anything, Jason became agitated.

"Sir, please save Tony! You want to see that big guy? I'll do it! I can control that big guy too!"

Tony Stark also panicked: "No, that's it! You save Jason, and I'll show you how to control that big guy!"

"No!" Jason shoved Tony Stark against the wall. "Tony, listen to me. It doesn't matter what you are like, but your brain is humanity's most precious asset!"

"Tony, live on, and use your brain, your wisdom, to help everyone!"

Tony Stark's expression became incredibly complex.

"Jason."

"Tony."

The two grown men stared intently at each other.

"Crack!"

Tony Stark, who had just been emotionally charged, immediately rolled his eyes.

"Shit, you're taking pictures, aren't you?!"

"Guess~"

"I bet you're fucking idiot!" Out of fear of Locke's mysterious nature, he managed to keep the thought to himself, muttering it under his breath, his already dirty face almost turning purple with urgency.

The previously passionate atmosphere has now turned into awkwardness.

Jason awkwardly released his hand, wiping it inadvertently.

God, he really didn't want to damage that brilliant mind of the other person; he didn't have any other strange ideas, but now the situation has become...

"Alright, you two grown men, you can express any strange feelings you have in a private space. Now it's time to leave."

The two grown men rolled their eyes together.

"Tony, put on your big one."

"Jason, come help me push this chair."

“Sir.” Jason wanted to express his opinion again, but before he could say anything, Tony Stark stopped him.

“Jason, I understand what you mean, but you might not believe it, but I have a strange feeling that this big guy belongs to me and only to me. Let me have it.”

"Besides, you don't have a small nuclear reactor. You can't just remove this from my chest, or I might go straight to meet God."

You will not see God.

Tony Stark rolled his eyes. "I understand. Weapons developers like me are more likely to go to hell."

Speaking of which, the number of times he rolled his eyes today is more than he has done in several years.

"No, no, no, you misunderstood me. No one in this world can see God after death. This has nothing to do with whether you are good or evil."

Tony Stark and Jason both widened their eyes in surprise.

"You mean, there is no God in this world?"

"God exists, but you cannot see Him."

The God of the Marvel universe resides in the tenth realm, outside the nine realms. That thing has long been hidden away, and no one knows the truth.

Furthermore, the God in the Marvel universe isn't that powerful. He's set up as the opposite of Mephisto, the Lord of Dimensions, and is essentially just a somewhat special dimensional demon.

Tony Stark wanted to ask something more, but Locke was too lazy to answer.

With no other option, Tony Stark quickly put on the Mark I, while Jason went over and pushed the chair behind Locke.

"Speaking of which, are those people outside dead? We've been talking for so long, and no one has noticed anything yet," Tony Stark complained.

Jason glanced at Locke cautiously, a vague feeling creeping into his mind that this mysterious man must have done something.

With a bang, the door was violently broken open, and Tony Stark, piloting the Mark I, swaggered out.

Following behind, Jason, pushing a chair, was lost in thought, not because of Tony Stark's performance, but because...

"If I'm not mistaken, this chair shrank a size the moment we left the house, but returned to its original size after we came back out!"

Jason felt that his worldview, formed over thirty years of scientific research, had been impacted.

Tony Stark, however, paid no attention to any of this. He was caught up in the killing spree, and despite having one hand on his chest and the other attacking, he managed to utterly crush the Ten Commandments terrorists with just one hand, whether it was the sense of security he felt from the mysterious figure behind him or not. It was a complete one-sided rout!