Tony, who was standing nearby, saw how furious the bald leader was and joined in the mockery.
"Luca, why are you talking about intellectual property with an idiot who can't even keep his hair? With a brain that small, I doubt he can even do calculus. Looking at him, I'd say he's more like the head of the toilet-cleaning crew."
Standing behind them, Yinsen watched the brothers take turns tearing into the man.
He suddenly felt a little superfluous.
So he scratched his head awkwardly and asked in a low voice,
"Um... do you need me to say something too? I actually know a few insults in Arabic."
The bald leader was enraged by them.
All his men were dead, and the group had blocked his escape route. He had nowhere left to run.
His eyes turned wild.
He quickly pulled a test tube from his pocket. It contained a murky green liquid.
Then, with his other hand, he pulled out a red remote control.
"This is the serum you left on the lab bench! I hid it when you weren't looking!"
The bald leader held up the tube of green liquid and shouted at Luca.
Then he raised the remote in his hand, a sinister grin spreading across his face.
"And don't get cocky! This is the base's backup defense! The moment I press this button, the high explosives buried in the mountain will detonate! The whole mountain will collapse, and everyone will die here together!"
The bald leader looked at Luca, his voice full of deranged confidence.
"You think you're the only one who can become a superhuman? Once I inject this serum, I'll have the power of a god too! Then I'll tear you two arrogant Starks apart with my own hands!"
Yinsen took a frightened step back when he heard that.
If the explosives really went off, they would definitely be buried alive.
Tony and Luca frowned as well.
Luca, however, wasn't particularly alarmed.
He was now completely confident he could use his laser to sever the bald man's hand in the second it took him to press the button.
Tony, however, was a little puzzled.
He turned to Luca and lowered his voice.
"Hey, Luca. Didn't you tell me outside that the genetic lock on this serum only matched your DNA and that you were the only one who could inject it? You said anyone else who injected it would suffer immediate genetic collapse. So what's going on?"
The bald leader saw them whispering to each other and assumed they were scared. He began mocking them loudly.
"Hahahaha! You're scared, aren't you? You two egomaniacs! Always looking down on everyone! Today, I'll shatter the myth of the Stark Family! I'll show you what real power is!"
Luca suddenly laughed at the sight of the bald man's foolish, triumphant expression.
The guy wanted to inject the discarded serum Luca had deliberately left on the bench and become Superman?
How had someone this stupid become the leader of a terrorist group?
To make the bald man even more convinced that the tube of waste liquid was a treasure, Luca's eyes darted around and he decided to toy with the idiot.
The next second.
Luca suddenly stood up from the sofa, his face instantly taking on a terrified expression.
He reached out as if to stop the man.
"No! You can't inject that! It's my most perfect creation! If you inject it, you'll gain an invulnerable body and the power to destroy heaven and earth!"
"Please, put the serum down. We can talk this out! I'll give you money. Is a hundred million dollars enough?!"
Luca's voice even trembled. His performance was so convincing that he seemed terrified the man would become an invincible war god.
Tony stared in disbelief at his younger brother's overblown performance.
Since when could Luca act?
But those exaggerated gestures and tearful lines were even faker than a leading man's in a lousy Hollywood movie!
But Tony quickly caught on.
Luca wasn't scared at all. He was clearly provoking the man on purpose!
He was afraid the man wouldn't inject the serum!!
Tony was deeply shocked.
He had always thought he was scheming enough.
But watching what his younger brother did today seemed to open the door to a whole new world for him.
Luca couldn't even be bothered to lift a finger, getting the enemy to kill himself through sheer acting?
Tony, who had always liked crushing his enemies with high tech, suddenly found himself a little interested in this kind of underhanded trick.
Across from them, the bald leader saw Luca's panic, and his doubts vanished.
He became even more convinced that the serum was a perfect miracle drug!
"A hundred million dollars? Save it to spend in hell! Once I have the power, all of Stark Industries will be mine!"
The bald leader burst into arrogant laughter.
The next second.
He quickly pulled the cap off the test tube, plunged the thick needle into his neck, and injected all the murky waste liquid.
When Luca saw that the man had finally injected it,
The terror vanished from his face in an instant.
"Ah, he finally fell for it," Luca said softly.
Tony also watched the bald man intently, wanting to see what would happen next.
The result was obvious.
The bald leader had barely pulled out the needle when the ecstatic expression froze on his face.
He felt no great power surging through him. Instead, he felt a fire burning wildly inside his body.
"Ah!!!"
The bald leader let out a piercing scream.
The remote fell from his hand, and he clutched his neck with both hands.
Then, a horrifying sight unfolded.
The bald leader's body began to swell violently, as if countless worms were writhing beneath his skin.
His eyes instantly filled with blood, and his eyeballs bulged out.
Just as Luca had expected.
The discarded serum destroyed the man's genetic chain, causing his genes to collapse completely.
"No! This is impossible! Why is this happening?! You lied to me!"
The bald leader wailed in agony as his skin split open, oozing black pus and blood.
In less than five seconds, his bones and muscles had completely melted, leaving a foul-smelling pile of rotten flesh.
Throughout the process, Luca watched coldly as the man struggled and died in agony.
He had no sympathy for someone like that.
For an enemy who had kidnapped and tortured him, he only felt that his death hadn't been gruesome enough.
Tony took a deep breath.
He was even more shocked.
Damn it, when had Luca become so scheming and cruel?
But... looking at that pile of rotten flesh, why did Tony suddenly find it so satisfying?
Without firing a single shot or lifting a finger himself, the man had been killed by his own greed.
Tony's gaze shifted to the remote on the ground, and an idea suddenly flashed through his mind.
He thought of his plan to build the Mark II armor after destroying New York.
Should I add a hidden trap system to every suit of armor I make from now on?
If an enemy foolishly puts on my armor and tries to turn the tables on me,
The armor won't activate. Instead, it'll instantly lock every joint and trap the enemy inside.
Then it will immediately release highly concentrated poison gas inside the suit and kill the enemy outright!
Or I could add a self-destruct program and turn anyone who tries to steal the armor into fireworks!
Yes! That's what I'll do!
The more Tony thought about it, the more feasible the idea seemed, and the brighter his eyes grew.
Enemies should be dealt with using even more ruthless methods than theirs.
Damn it, how did I become as bad as Luca?!