Nevada south, Lincoln County.
This is US Army's highest-secret military base. On the surface, it is used for secret development and testing of Air Force aircraft, but other research projects are being conducted behind the scenes.
Because of the air traffic control and the fact that it is a restricted area under martial law, all kinds of strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.
For example, many people claim to have seen UFOs.
Some people believe that the body of an alien is preserved in this military base.
Every newly elected US president will come to visit.
That's right, this seemingly unremarkable military base was called "Area 51" by later generations.
"General, the soldiers are very happy to see you. They regard you as their idol, just like Hollywood's big star! They want to take photos with you and shake your hand!"
A military official said excitedly.
"I will stay at Las Vegas for a while. If I have the opportunity, I will... participate in these interesting activities."
Luke showed a standard business smile. He visited this military base with curiosity.
As a result, no alien wreckage was found, nor was the frozen Cybertronian found.
I have to say, this is a bit disappointing.
The mysterious Area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery training range, but was abandoned after the end of World War II.
Later, Lockheed Corporation and Skunk Works selected it as the experimental site for the U-2 spy plane, and built a seven-kilometer-long runway.
After lifting the mysterious veil, Area 51, which caused countless people to speculate, seemed so ordinary.
"According to Nick-Fury's habit of building safe houses all over the world, this is a good place."
Luke looked around and finalized his idea.
Then, he was in the eyes of everyone either worshiping or admiring him.
The tall figure soared into the sky, causing an atmospheric explosion.
"Superman!"
Below are excited American soldiers.
Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from the city center of Las Vegas. With the flying speed of Luke, it will arrive almost instantly.
Boom!
I saw an afterimage passing by the horizon, and the billowing air waves made an explosion sound.
The dark red cloak brought strong wind, and Luke landed steadily on the tarmac of Flamingo Hotel.
"Alessandro, you look a little nervous, what happened?"
Luke pushed open the tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, a hotel owner, a guest of the city government and the boss of Mafia, had something wrong with his expression.
This Italy man had sweat dripping from his forehead, his eyes were evasive and a little worried.
"General, you are finally back."
Alessandro seemed to have seen a savior. He took out his handkerchief and wiped his face, wiping away the sweat from You Jinjin.
"Mr. Stark, who came with you, has disappeared for two days."
Luke raised his eyebrows, seemingly surprised.
Howard What happened to that guy?
This shouldn't be the case.
Due to the last assassination of Essex Bio-Tech, the latter became more vigilant and had to carry his portable Powered Armor with him wherever he went.
As for the steel armor that looks like Iron Monger, it is placed in the basement of the Stark Mansion.
If someone wants to take advantage of Howard, whether it is a sneak attack or a visit, the process will not go smoothly.
"Is it a kidnapping or something else?"
Luke's calm voice quickly calmed Alessandro's anxious mood.
"Neither."
Mafia boss struggled to organize his words. He seemed to be at a loss what to say.
"Two days ago, Mr. Stark entered a newly opened hotel and never came out again."
"I was worried that something happened to Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for it."
"However, after they stepped through the door of the hotel, it was as if they completely disappeared without any news."
Luke took the elevator to his room while listening patiently.
"What's the name of that hotel?"
He asks crucial questions.
"Hell Hotel."
Alessandro replied.
Luke leaned into the sofa thoughtfully.
He had only doubted it before, but now he was basically certain.
The disappearance of Howard must have been caused by Hell Lord Mephisto.
Hey, why should I say it again?
Luke A big question popped up in his head.
Why did that old devil target Iron Man's father?
Although, Howard is an out-and-out capitalist.
In order to obtain wealth, their hands were stained with blood - arms dealers were originally selling death.
But a person's soul does not become very weighty just because he has done good or evil.
The weight of the soul depends on a firm will, a strong spirit, or some kind of fanatical belief.
"When did this hotel pop up?"
Luke gathered his thoughts and asked softly.
This is not the first time he has dealt with the old devil.
Previously, in other universes, in order to help Stephen-Strange win the position of Sorcerer Supreme, he had fought with Mephisto.
The old devil in hell is no match for Superman, let alone now in the human world.
"Well, I can't remember clearly, it seems... it was a week ago, or two weeks ago."
Luke looked at Alessandro. The other party seemed to be affected by some strange force, and his memory became confused.
Obviously, this is also the fault of Mephisto.
"Okay, I'll take care of it, please step back first."
After sending Alessandro away, Luke raised his eyes and looked into the distance. His sight passed through many obstacles and saw the dark tower towering into the clouds.
"Did this guy move hell to Las Vegas?"
The tower-like Hell Hotel had such a strange shape, with billowing smoke and flames coming out.
But the pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye and were unconsciously attracted to join the long queue.
"Once alive, twice familiar."
Luke raised a slight arc at the corner of his mouth and chuckled, "If you beat me once, there will be a second time."
Mephisto, leaning on a silver cane, stood on the top of Hell Hotel.
He looked down at all the living beings with his arrogant eyes.
The long queue outside has blocked the traffic on the street.
But there are still people joining in, as if they are possessed.
"So tempting, so satisfying!"
Mephisto took a deep breath and crawled under his feet in this city with 1.7 million people living in it.
To the old devil, this is 1.7 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order of immeasurable value.
"They all voluntarily put their souls into my hands."
Mephisto had a proud smile on his face. He did not obtain those human souls through coercion or robbery.
Every guest who walks into Hell Hotel exchanges their soul for chips and signs a pledge contract.
"I have not violated Sorcerer Supreme's rules. There is no way the Ancient One comes to visit me. My soul has already confirmed its ownership and will fall into hell sooner or later."
Mephisto Thinking of this, the smile on his face became even brighter.
He was a little annoyed as to why he hadn't discovered this method earlier.
In the long career of the old devil, he always looks for people who are insatiable and ambitious, or people who are extremely thirsty and easy to be fooled.
Then, sell them the hell of a personal safety insurance policy.
He coaxed the other party with some devilish words and waited for the other party to sign the contract.
It's hard to describe how long it takes and how slow the efficiency is.
In the past, the old devil liked to play this kind of game, witnessing all kinds of ugliness of human beings, and seduce the dark emotions such as greed, tyranny, and malice in their hearts.
Watch them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into hell with faces full of regret, unwillingness and fear.
Mephisto enjoys tasting the complexity and distortion of human nature, treating it as cups of richly flavored wine.
It's just that if you play the same game for a long time, you will inevitably feel bored.
"It's time to play differently."
Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, and the scarlet liquid rippled in circles.
jingle! Jingle bell bell!
The piercing sound of the phone interrupted the old devil's complacent and successful personal time.
"Mondes, I hope you are really in an emergency, otherwise I will throw you to the ninth level of hell and let you be eaten by evil spirits who have been hungry for thousands of years."
Mephisto said the most terrible punishment in the gentlest tone.
As the casino manager, Mondes trembled all over, and a strong fear appeared on his face.
All the demons in hell know that Mephisto has always shown no mercy to his subordinates who do not do their job well.
"There is a human! He wins all the time! He wins a lot of chips!"
There was a trace of panic in Mondes's voice.
"Hashim He can't stand it anymore!"
Mephisto frowned slightly, Hashim was the consecutive winner of the World Poker Competition during his lifetime Champion, especially in the game of Texas Hold'em, he can be said to be a gambling king level expert.
Of course, the reason why he has such superb skills is because he signed a contract with the old devil.
The popular young gambling king Hashim died in an accidental car accident. This was once a sensational hot news.
The soul of that unlucky guy who didn't enjoy life for a few years fell into the hands of Mephisto smoothly.
Now that he has put everything to good use, he is enslaved and is placed in the poker area of the casino by the old devil as a player.
There are many human souls like Hashim and Mephisto. It can be said that they are a gathering of heroes.
Therefore, it is impossible for anyone to win consistently in his casino.
"Trash, let a human be so arrogant in Hell Hotel!"
Mephisto cursed and hung up the phone.
Then, a black flame rose to the sky, rendering the scene of the casino on the twelfth floor——
Texas Hold'em On the gaming table, two people sat opposite each other, surrounded by the Legion overlapping, translucent shadows.
"It's actually Hashim's best Texas Hold'em."
Mephisto frowned even more tightly.
He couldn't figure out how Hashim could fail miserably in a game he was proud of?
The old devil caught a glimpse of his opponent's chips, which had already piled up several hills.
Apparently he has been winning continuously and has never lost.
"Sorry, I'm still older than you."
The young man sitting opposite Hashim spread out his cards and once again won a bunch of chips of various colors branded with the devil with ram's horns.
"Looks like you're having bad luck today. Lady Luck lifted her skirt for me and gave you the middle finger."
ps: Update progress of Alliance Master [Sleeping Alone] (1/5)