A hundred million U.S. dollars, buddy. You-Know-Who I am, so you wouldn't turn down money, right? Completely clean money after tax. How about this deal?"
"Cough, cough…"
Inside the Black God Suit, hearing the number one hundred million so suddenly, even though he knew Stark was wealthy…
Luo Di couldn't help but gasp. This damned money power…
A hundred million U.S. dollars?
Damn it, his entire net worth in his previous life wouldn't have exceeded five hundred thousand, maybe even less.
…
Think about it…
Two U.S. dollars could get you a burger at McDonald's, or a breakfast combo in the morning. Five U.S. dollars could get you a high-calorie fast food meal, or even a day's worth of food for some frugal people.
A hundred U.S. dollars is considered a large bill in the eyes of some lower-class people in the U.S. because ordinary people usually only carry a few tens of dollars when they go out.
A thousand U.S. dollars could even buy a small, dilapidated house in a bankrupt city like Detroit, allowing you to secure a foothold for yourself, as long as you don't worry about being broken into by a N-word at night and being forcefully fed bananas.
When Luo Di was reborn, his parents here were a well-off family. He didn't pay much attention to their professions, but he knew from their home address: Queens.
Can rich people live in Queens?
So, this one hundred million U.S. dollars will become his best starting capital, whether it's to establish a company, cultivate his own influence, help him practice martial arts, or find a safe place to live.
This made Luo Di overjoyed. He had originally planned to just wander around and help out if anything unexpected happened.
After all, the World mission was there, requiring him to win the Battle of New York.
He didn't expect Stark, this big spender, to be so generous… He even regretted his earlier thought of giving this god of wealth a good beating.
Meanwhile, Stark was still waiting.
He didn't hold much hope, as the miraculous suit worn by the You-Know-Who in front of him wasn't something an ordinary person could possess.
He might not even care about a hundred million U.S. dollars, but this was his bottom line. He would never waste his breath on someone a third time, except for Pepper or Happy.
Just as Stark was disappointed and about to leave…
He heard the Black Gold Warrior in front of him finally speak, with a hint of coldness.
"Be more specific?"
Hearing this, Stark, who was about to fly away, stopped and snapped his fingers cheerfully: "Detonate the reactor under Stark Tower to forcibly cut off the energy supply to the portal! If that doesn't work, just destroy the tower directly!"
"I need you to cover me! Simple enough, right?"
Whoa… detonate a skyscraper?
Luo Di thought about it carefully and indeed felt that Stark's idea had some feasibility.
In the movie, the Mind Stone was used to destroy the teleportation device, but if it were truly as Stark said, and the building was directly blown up, the teleportation device would inevitably be affected.
Even if it didn't work, who could understand his own tower better than Stark, its Master? Luo Di could totally let Stark take him to the top floor and use the Mind Stone to shut down the teleportation device.
If the plot developed normally, the Security Council would soon order a fighter jet from the Helicarrier to take off with a nuclear bomb and bomb New York.
At that time, while Stark flew away with the nuclear warhead, he could smoothly take the Tesseract into his possession. As for whether to keep or discard the Mind Stone, it wouldn't be too late to think about it then!
Thinking this, Luo Di made up his mind and nodded: "Deal!"
The two looked at each other, neither having the thought of shaking hands or high-fiving. They simply started to act.
…
Stark tossed an earphone to Luo Di. He was surprised when the earphone directly integrated into the Black God Suit but didn't delve deeper. Instead, he led the way, saying.
"Go this way, follow me. I can find a maintenance tunnel directly to the reactor. It should avoid those Chitauri, but my energy is running low…"
Stark hadn't finished speaking when he heard the Black Gold Warrior in the communication scoff: "Leave the enemies to me!"
"Great!"
Stark nodded in satisfaction. At this moment, he felt his one hundred million U.S. dollars seemed quite worth it?
Affected by the Black God Suit's voice modification, Luo Di had successfully established himself as a taciturn assassin or mercenary in Iron Man's mind.
That's why people can never imagine how absurd the thoughts of a 'brain-filler' can be.
Third Avenue
Two figures quickly swept across the street. The figure flying ahead stirred up a large cloud of dust with his slipstream, attracting the Chitauri's attention, while Luo Di behind him quickly harvested heads, muttering curses.
"Stark, you bastard, making me eat your dust!"
He now wanted to punch this scumbag playboy again.
Fortunately, the points on the golden little screen floating in front of him were also rapidly increasing.
"Points +1"
"Points +1"
"Points +1"
"Points…"
Although it was a small amount, every little bit counts. Luo Di wasn't picky; instead, he enjoyed it, continuously improving his control over his mental power.
Stark secretly clicked his tongue in front. He had wanted to wait for Luo Di behind him, but he didn't expect this Black Gold Warrior's running speed to actually keep up with his flying speed.
"Jarvis, did you record the trajectories of those flying knives?"
"Of course, sir. These floating knives are quite magical…"
That's right, Luo Di didn't let a single head escape him along the way. No matter how small a mosquito is, it's still meat. And in Stark's eyes, this was a display of Luo Di's excellent professional ability after being hired.
Now Stark felt that the one hundred million was well spent. He hadn't used his palm repulsor once. No Chitauri could stay in front of him for a second; they were all directly pierced through the brain by a black flying knife with golden patterns!
"If his price isn't too high, I'd even want to hire him as my bodyguard."
"Sorry, sir… At the current price, your assets are only enough to hire this You-Know-Who for six years."
"Forget it… I don't need such an expensive bodyguard."
…
All the way to the Fourth Block
Stark stopped in front of a slightly old building and explained to the Black Gold Warrior who was steadily following him: "This is my family property, but it's rarely used."
Saying that, Stark walked to an elevator, didn't press any buttons, but opened his faceplate towards the camera next to it.
"Welcome, Mr. Stark…"
As the elevator doors slowly opened, a silver corridor appeared before them.
Luo Di looked around curiously. He was hiding in the Black God Suit, eating a burger he had snatched along the way. He was consuming too much, so he needed to replenish some energy.
Stark, unaware, confirmed the passage was intact, then blasted in with flames first.
"Come on! Don't waste time… Captain, I'm here, we can start the plan!"
Chapter 11: The Game
On S.H.I.E.L.D.'s first Helicarrier
Hundreds of S.H.I.E.L.D. Agents were busy processing information coming from all over the World.
At this point in time, S.H.I.E.L.D. was still a hidden behemoth.
After receiving authorization from the Security Council, its power became astonishingly large.
This included monitoring the entire New York battlefield. Fury deployed three military satellites pointed at New York, and all networked cameras in New York City were also transmitting surveillance information in real-time.
Luo Di's existence naturally couldn't be hidden from them; S.H.I.E.L.D. knew about it immediately.
At this moment, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s database was frantically searching, trying to find some information about Luo Di.
Unfortunately, they found nothing!
…
"Director, I'm sorry, we couldn't find any clues about this You-Know-Who. He's like he appeared out of thin air, never seen before…"
"However, after analysis, the intelligence and information processing department believes that this You-Know-Who should belong to the Super Hero side, or at least be a neutral super-powered individual."
"His combat power is estimated to be at least A-class, possibly even S-class. With him there, Stark's plan should work."
Hill, the Helicarrier's second-in-command, walked up to Fury and quietly reported the results.
Fortunately, when Luo Di put on the Black God Suit, Peter Parker was unconscious, the cafeteria surveillance was destroyed, and while the school surveillance could prove he appeared, it couldn't prove he was a student at the school.
So, he didn't have to worry about S.H.I.E.L.D. uncovering his identity for now.
Fury's single eye narrowed as he looked at the screen on the left, showing Luo Di instantly killing hundreds of Chitauri, and nodded slightly: "Then don't look for him for now. His identity isn't the key right now. What we should do is hope they succeed…"
"Also, the Security Council is looking for you, conference room…" Hill nodded understandingly, then informed Fury of the bad news.
Perhaps because the movie wanted to highlight Super Heroes, these World Leaders seemed incredibly 'wise,' as if they had no brains.
The wisest among them was that New York hadn't fallen yet, and even the National Guard had begun to enter the battlefield.
But the Security Council was frantically rushing to launch a nuclear warhead at New York, and the U.S. government actually agreed?!
Which idiot could come up with such a brain-dead idea?
Anyone who made that decision would be utterly disgraced, their entire family would be hung up and cursed repeatedly for a hundred years.
Not even the President!
New York, as one of the World's most prosperous metropolises, is also the economic center of the U.S. Any slight disturbance affects the entire global financial direction.
Wall Street is here, and numerous financial consortia and interest groups are gathered, including Stark, the Leader of the former military-industrial complex.
In addition, more than half of the World's top five hundred companies have headquarters or branches in New York.
Manhattan has over five thousand five hundred skyscrapers!
Detonating a nuclear bomb here?
What a joke.
How is this any different from directly causing the U.S. to fall?
A single nuclear bomb would be enough to push the U.S. directly into the abyss of fragmentation, just a step away from national collapse.
So, even if New York were occupied, the U.S. would not choose to drop a nuclear bomb on it.
However, the movie had such a 'wise' operation… No wonder Fury, a N-word, could become the boss of S.H.I.E.L.D.
No wonder HYDRA was never wiped out, and even subtly turned S.H.I.E.L.D. into half of a HYDRA-S.H.I.E.L.D.
It's not that the enemy is too strong, but that the teammates are all pigs!
With so many muddle-headed, brain-dead politicians, it's hard not to get stronger.
Unfortunately, even in the real World, this group of pigs still hasn't changed their decision to drop a nuclear bomb.
If Luo Di knew, he could breathe a sigh of relief. He was truly afraid the Security Council wouldn't drop a nuclear bomb.
Inside the conference room
Poor Fury listened to the questions from a group of brain-dead people in front of him, and had no choice but to answer.
"We've already started planning to shut down the portal. We just need a little time! And the Helicarrier will arrive in New York soon, and the National Guard has also started organizing a counterattack…"
"Close the portal? Just with those few problematic individuals under you? An alien god, a playboy, a Dr. who could go berserk at any time, and a World War II soldier who's been asleep for sixty or seventy years?"
On the screen, a stern-faced old man scoffed, then stared at Director Fury: "S.H.I.E.L.D.'s authority is granted by the Security Council, and we can take it back at any time!"
"Obey the order, Director Fury, otherwise we will relieve you of your Director duties…"
"No, I refuse to carry out this order, and my subordinates will not either. Give me half an hour, OK!" Fury was in no mood to argue with these idiots anymore, he said directly: "You cannot lose me, nor can you be without S.H.I.E.L.D., otherwise who will clean up this mess?"
"Wait for me to give you the credit for the victory, but for now, give me half an hour!"
Then, without waiting for the somewhat angry high-ranking officials to respond, he walked straight out the door.
"A bunch of fools…"
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New York