American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

Without waiting for Tony Stark's consent, he snatched the fruit, pulled out a knife, and stabbed himself in the arm!

Captain America: ? ? ?

Hawkeye:? ? ?

Dr. Hulk: ? ? ? ?

That old black man has gone mad!

However, Egghead didn't care about any of that and ate the fruit that Tony Stark had scraped off. Then, a miraculous scene appeared: the bloody wound began to heal rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it was completely restored to its original state, with only the blood remaining to indicate the injury.

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"Fuck, this isn't scientific!"

Tony Stark remained calm. He also felt it was unscientific when he first watched it, but after watching more, he thought, "Science? What kind of bullshit is that?"

Do you really think his tolerance is that low? It's just that the impact was so strong that it exceeded his ability to handle it, and he couldn't take it anymore.

"This apple, just a small piece, can heal most injuries directly, such as a broken hand or leg, a missing organ, or cancer. One, no, maybe just half an apple, can completely heal within 30 seconds."

"This, this, this...this is not scientific! I can't accept this!"

Dr. Hulk is going crazy; his worldview, shaped over decades, is once again being severely challenged.

Tony Stark didn't care whether he could accept it or not. He carefully put the apple away and then took out another item. As soon as Tony Stark saw this item, his face changed instantly. He turned around and glared at Baldy with murderous eyes.

The man with the bald head looked embarrassed: "Tony, it's not my fault. You know I tried my best."

Captain Steve rubbed his throbbing head: "Hey guys, could you please stop arguing for a moment and explain to us first that this thing that looks like a jujube probably isn't one at all."

Tony Stark took several deep breaths to suppress the urge to kill Eddie Redmayne on the spot, and said, "This thing is called the Longevity Fruit. It's a fruit that can increase lifespan. This one is the smallest and can increase lifespan by three years."

"Watfak?!!"

Hawkeye and Captain Steve immediately stood up, staring intently at the date—no, the Longevity Fruit.

Hawkeye has elderly relatives, but Steve's situation is even simpler; his ex-girlfriend is practically dying of old age. How could she possibly withstand this thing?

As for Dr. Hulk, well, he was quite calm. He didn't really need the thing; it just kept hitting his head, and his worldview was once again ravaged.

Tony Stark glared at the bald man with a murderous look: "It's all this damn thing's fault. I told him I should pick the fruit, but he wouldn't agree and insisted on doing it himself. In the end, he only managed to pick this smallest one!"

"Damn it, that biggest one, it was so close, so very close!!"

"That biggest one can add two hundred years to your lifespan! That's two hundred years!!" Tony Stark roared.

Lifespan is something no one can ignore, not even Tony Stark, the world's most brilliant mind.

At that moment, everyone present suddenly understood what was going on with Tony Stark's murderous gaze. It was astounding that even a saint might not be able to withstand it, let alone Tony Stark.

Two hundred years of lifespan exchanged for three? Is this really exchanging lifespan? This is exchanging your very soul!

"By the way, what you mean by 'hitting the fruit'?" Dr. Hulk, who didn't care much about lifespan, immediately noticed the problem.

Tony Stark nodded: "Yes, what do you think we did? Spend money to buy goods? Of course not, they made us play a lot of 'little games,' and what prizes we got in the end was entirely up to us."

"Take the Longevity Fruit for example. Because it is so precious, it can only be obtained once, and only by those who have been given the opportunity. It is obtained by using something like a slingshot, and it costs one billion US dollars per attempt."

Hawkeye slammed his hand on the table: "You should have called me!"

Hitting fruit? Using a slingshot? Believe it or not, he could hit the target every time with just a rubber band? He's called Hawkeye for nothing!

Tony Stark and Eddie Redmayne looked embarrassed. Both of them suffered from severe paranoia and were afraid that the Avengers would be wiped out, so they deliberately left some people behind. In fact, even if everyone went, they would have enough invitations.

"Alright, let's not talk about this anymore, let's continue watching."

"This is honey wine, said to be brewed by elves. One sip will give you the ultimate enjoyment. This stuff is relatively cheap and doesn't require any games. It costs five million US dollars a bottle."

"This is fire beef, supposedly the meat of a special hellish creature. Eating it can maintain absolute vitality for seven days, allowing you to instantly regain energy for anything you do during those seven days—cough cough, I mean anything!"

"And this, this is the water of life; drinking it can keep you young for ten years."

"These are Soldier Beans. You can crush them to get a very strong soldier. It is said that they were created by a mysterious entity that people found interesting while watching anime."

"This is the water of wisdom, which can keep a person in an absolutely wise state for 24 hours, bursting with inspiration, and making their thinking hundreds of times sharper than usual. They can learn anything and master it instantly."

"Also, there's this, this..."

This was accompanied by Tony Stark's introduction, one by one.

The people present went from initially thinking "Damn it, this is illogical" to gradually realizing "Damn it, this is possible" and finally to "Damn it, what's wrong with this world?"

After the last item was introduced, Captain Steve rubbed his numb and stiff face and said, "I think I understand why you had those expressions when you came back."

"No, you don't understand, you don't understand at all!!" Tony Stark instantly became agitated.

"Once, most of their activities only allowed us to play once! Do you know what that feels like? Everything in there is crazy, but you can only choose one, and you're not even sure you'll get it! They even have damn time limits!"

"Most importantly, those damn bastards next to you get so excited and yell every time they get something good. You understand? You just can't understand it!"

"Holy crap, this is a million times more exciting than when I was a kid stealing money from my family to gamble!"

"Don't get so worked up. Look at Spider-Woman, she's with you guys, and she's much calmer than you are."

Instantly, two pairs of eyes turned to look at Spider-Woman with suspicion.

To be honest, this experience was so thrilling that no one could withstand it. You can imagine, you might only have one chance in your life. With a wave of your hand, some people gain hundreds of years of life, while others get nothing. How exciting is that? Some people even went crazy on the spot. Some were so happy that they went crazy, while others were driven crazy by themselves.

Even Tony Stark, the richest man in the world, and Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., couldn't withstand this kind of stimulation. Spider-Woman? Could her resilience be so much stronger than theirs?

Spider-Woman awkwardly took a step back, her small hand tightly gripping something from an angle unseen by others.

She was just an ordinary college student. At most, her spider abilities mutated a bit. Since those things don't have any mental resistance, she naturally couldn't withstand the strain as much as the two of them. Her reaction wasn't significant, simply because she still had a chance to go back, while the other two didn't.

"By the way, I noticed something earlier. Didn't you guys feel like something was missing? Wasn't Natasha with you?"

Spider-Woman immediately raised her hand: "I know, Sister Natasha said she saw an old friend and went to chat with her."

"I see." came a perfunctory reply.

"That's right."

"understood."

The next moment, suddenly, almost simultaneously, several hands reached for the basket with their fastest speed ever.

"Fuck, fuck, damn it, you said you wouldn't rob me! I'm going to kill you all!"

Chapter Seventy-Two: The Devil and the Succubus

Natasha watched a figure hurry away, a hint of suspicion appearing in her eyes. She had a feeling that this person was familiar, as if he were someone she knew.

She trusted her instincts, so she chased after him.

It's strange that this is the extremely mysterious headquarters of Hellfire, yet no one is stopping her from wandering around.

Before long, Natasha followed the figure to a side hall.

As soon as the other person pushed open the door, they grabbed some things and started eating them voraciously.

Natasha's eyes widened in shock. She was familiar with those things. Just moments before, she had witnessed wealthy scions, military tycoons, and others frantically craving any one of them.

Now, those treasures that people might not be able to obtain even if they paid hundreds of millions or even more US dollars are being stuffed into this person's mouth like ordinary fruits, and he is wolfing them down.

Natasha was completely dumbfounded. Was it because this person had such a high status here, or was it something that those people had fought over before, and was actually not a good person at all?

In addition, the more I looked at his back, the more familiar he seemed.

Finally, Natasha couldn't hold back any longer and tentatively asked, "Frank?"

The other person replied instantly: "Natasha!"

"Frank, I can't believe it really was you!"

"Natasha, what are you doing here?"

The two were indeed acquaintances. It wasn't that they had any relationship, but Natasha had spent a long time with Locke, and as an old friend, Frank was naturally familiar with Natasha as well. Calling them old friends wouldn't be an exaggeration.

Suddenly, Natasha's gaze sharpened. She saw something on Frank's chest: a badge that Natasha recognized. More importantly, the serial number on that badge was ridiculously high: Ace of Spades!

This was an extremely high sequence that she and they had never seen before!

Natasha's eyes flashed with an unprecedented turmoil: "Frank, you're the Hellfire General?!"

Frank nodded. "That's right."

“Wait, if you are the Hellfire General, then, then he…” Natasha suddenly had a shocking thought.

Frank smiled, a rare sight on his face: "You already guessed it, didn't you?"

Natasha's beautiful eyes widened in shock. She had always believed that the bastard she both loved and hated was probably a mid-level or high-level member of Hellfire.

So when Locke invited her to join Hellfire, she hesitated, somewhat tempted, but only somewhat.

But what the heck is going on now?!

This organization is actually her man's!

This is outrageous; it feels like she's inexplicably become the First Lady.

"Alright, Natasha, I don't have much time to chat with you. I need to get going. If you want to know something, I can find someone to talk to you, or I can call Locke to explain it to you."

After saying that, he turned back and started eating heartily.

At this moment, Natasha walked to Frank's side and relaxed completely.

Her friend is a high-ranking member of Hellfire, and her man is the Lord of Hellfire, so what is she afraid of?

"Frank, is Hellfire so picky about food? Or is it just that picky about generals like you that it could starve you like this?"

"Requirements? No, Hellfire doesn't have high requirements for generals. It's not a time of large-scale war, so generals have a lot of freedom."

"Then what are you..."

"You don't need to make things difficult for Frank. I can answer any questions you have." A very familiar voice suddenly rang out from behind Natasha.

Just as Natasha was about to turn around, a hand skillfully landed on her waist. Instantly, the surrounding scenery changed drastically. When she regained her senses, she found herself in another area filled with all sorts of exotic flowers and plants. The fragrance of flowers and plants filled her nostrils. Looking around, she could see the black and white sacred trees that were just inches away.

Natasha leaned back skillfully, squeezing herself into the embrace behind her: "That's the Two Sacred Trees, so this is the main island?"

Locke, standing behind him, nodded, feeling the familiar, succubus-like, fiery body in his arms. "That's right, this is the main island, and that's where the Twin Sacred Trees are."

Natasha fell silent, then shook her head after a moment: "I still don't understand how you managed to build such a terrifying business in such a short time."

"It hasn't been half a year since we last separated."

Locke smiled without saying anything, and Natasha didn't press Locke for an answer, but took the initiative to change the subject: "Speaking of which, Frank is your best friend. You've been through thick and thin together for so many years, how did you manage to push him to that point?"

"I never pressured Frank. He became like that because of his pride."

"pride?"

"Yes, a pride that is second to none."

Is he trying to catch up with you?

"No, not at all. I might have had that idea before, but I gave up on it completely after meeting with Ankara."

"Now he spends all his time fighting the Hulk."

Speaking of this, Locke couldn't help but laugh.

Frank was a proud man. He gained the power of Ghost Rider and became a top-tier Hellfire fighter. He was quite satisfied at first, but then he saw the Hulk.

Hulk is a born god of rage, and he chose the path of the War God Hulk, which relies on fighting to sustain his power. He only needs to fight constantly to grow stronger! He doesn't even need resources; he can just immerse himself in the battle illusions that Locke created specifically for him all day long.

Then one day, Frank accidentally discovered the secret of the Hulk's continuous growth, and the tension instantly escalated.

As the top general, if he were to be overtaken by the Hulk, would he still have the face to continue serving as the top general?

So, without a doubt, it rolled up!

The Hulk is constantly fighting, and Frank runs in to fight alongside him.

Frank doesn't have the Hulk's extraordinary potential to grow stronger through constant battles. However, Frank's pride was completely ignited by the pressure from the Hulk, which led him to unleash the power of the Ghost Rider even more deeply during the battle.

And so, Hulk fought and grew stronger, battling Frank. Frank, feeling the pressure, also grew stronger. Hulk, feeling outmatched, went into seclusion to further strengthen himself, emerging to challenge Frank again. Frank, under even greater pressure, continued to grow stronger…

The two of them formed a special cycle, a tug-of-war, to see who would outlast whom!

"Ankaragan, is that another hidden master from Hellfire?"

Locke shook his head, amused, and pinched Natasha's ample bosom: "You still have the same old habit, you just like to collect information."

"However, it's not your fault. Before it was the Red Room, now it's S.H.I.E.L.D. In that environment, being an agent has become your instinct. It would be very difficult for you to take a break."