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Southern Nevada, Lincolnshire.
This is the U.S. military base with the highest level of secrecy. On the surface, it is used to secretly develop and test Air Force aircraft and conduct other research projects behind the scenes.
Because of the air control and the prohibition zone, various strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.
For example, a lot of people just claim to have seen UFOs.
Others believe that there is an alien corpse in this military base.
Every newly elected president of the United States will come to visit.
Yes, this place is called "Area 51" by later generations.
"General, the soldiers are very happy to see you. They see you as an idol, like a Hollywood star! I want to take a photo with you and shake hands with you!"
An important military officer said excitedly.
"I will stay in Las Vegas for a while, and if I have the opportunity, I will...participate in these interesting activities."
Luke showed a standard business smile. With curiosity, he visited this military base specially.
As a result, no alien wreckage was found, and no frozen Cybertron was found.
I have to say, this is a bit disappointing.
The mysterious area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery practice area.
It was abandoned after the end of World War II. Later, Lockheed's Skunk Factory selected it as the test site for the U-2 spy plane, and built a seven-kilometer runway.
After uncovering that layer of mystery, Area 51, which caused countless people's speculation, 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 thoughts.
Then, he was in the eyes of everyone worshiping or admiring.
The tall and straight figure soared into the sky, causing an atmospheric explosion.
"Superman!"
Below is the excited American soldier.
Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from downtown Las Vegas, and at Luke's flight speed, it almost arrives in an instant.
Boom!
I saw an afterimage swept across the horizon, and the billowing air wave made an explosion.
The dark red cloak brought strong wind, and Luke landed steadily on the apron of the Flemingo Hotel.
"Alessandro, you look a little nervous, what happened?"
Luke pushed open the tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, the hotel owner, guest of the city government and mafia boss, had something wrong with his expression.
The Italian was sweating on his forehead, eyes dodged and worried.
"General, you are finally back."
Alessandro seemed to have seen a savior. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face to wipe off the sweat.
"Mr. Stark who came with you, he has disappeared for two days."
Luke raised his eyebrows, and that fellow Howard would have an accident, which surprised him a bit.
As a result of the last assassination of Essex Biotech, the latter has become more vigilant, carrying his own portable power armor wherever he goes.
As for the armor of the Iron Overlord, it was placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.
If someone wants to fight Howard's idea, whether it's a sneak attack or a visit, the process will not go smoothly.
"Is it kidnapping, or something else?"
Luke's calm voice quickly calmed Alessandro's anxiety.
"neither."
The mafia boss struggled to organize the language, and he seemed a little unsure of what to say.
"Two days ago, Mr. Stark entered a newly opened hotel and never came out again."
"I was worried about Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for it."
"But when they stepped into the door of that hotel, they seemed to disappear."
Luke listened patiently while riding the elevator to his room.
"What's the name of that hotel?"
He asked the key question.
"Hell Hotel."
Alessandro replied.
Luke thoughtfully approached the sofa.
He was only skeptical before, but now he is basically certain.
Howard's disappearance must have been caused by Helllord Mephisto again.
It's just that old devil, why would he stare at Iron Man's father?
Although, Howard is an out-and-out capitalist.
In order to obtain wealth, he also had his hands stained with blood-arms dealers originally sold death.
But a person's soul does not become very important because of doing 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 condensed his thoughts and asked softly.
This is not the first time he has dealt with the old devil.
Before in other universes, in order to help Stephen Strange win the position of Supreme Mage, he had done something with Mephisto.
The old devil in **** is not the opponent of Superman, let alone now in the world.
"Uh, I don't remember clearly, it seems... a week ago or two weeks ago."
Luke looked at Alessandro, who seemed to be affected by some strange force, and his memories became confused.
Obviously, this is also the ghost of Mephisto.
"This guy moved **** to Las Vegas?"
Luke raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking through the obstacles, and saw the dark tower soaring into the clouds.
Obviously the shape is so peculiar, billowing thick smoke and flames.
But the pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye to them, instead they were attracted unconsciously and joined the long line.
"One time is born, the second time is cooked."
The corner of Luke's mouth evokes a slight arc, and he chuckles: "If you beat it once, there will be a second time."
...
...
Mephisto, leaning on a silver cane, stood on the top floor of the Hell Hotel.
He looked down at all the sentient beings with the arrogant eyes looking down on the sentient beings.
The long queue outside has blocked the traffic on the side of the street.
But there were still people joining in, as if possessed by a demon.
"Too tempting, so satisfying!"
Mephisto took a deep breath, and the city crawling under his feet was home to 1.7 million people.
To the old devil, this is 1.7 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order of inestimable value.
"They are all voluntarily and put their souls into my hands."
Mephisto grinned with a smug smile. He didn't get the human souls through coercion or grabbing.
Every guest who walked into the Hell Hotel used their souls to exchange chips and sign a pledge contract.
"I didn't violate the precepts of the Supreme Mage, and there was nothing wrong with Gu when he came to the door. The soul has already confirmed the ownership, and sooner or later, he will fall into hell."
Mephisto thought of this, and the smile on his face grew brighter.
He was a little upset, why didn't he discover this method earlier.
In the long life of the old devil, he is looking for people who are hard to fill, ambitious, or who are extremely thirsty and easy to be fooled.
Then, sell them the personal safety insurance of hell.
A devil's words tricked the past and waited for the other party to sign the contract.
The time-consuming and slow efficiency is really indescribable.
In the past, the old devil liked to play such games and witnessed those human beings with their own dark emotions such as greed, tyranny, and viciousness being seduced.
Watching them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into **** with a face full of regret, unwillingness and fear.
Mephisto has been enjoying the complexity of human nature and the distortion of human nature, treating it as a cup of wine with strong flavor.
It's just that after playing the same game for a long time, it will inevitably feel boring.
"It's time to change the game."
Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, and the scarlet liquid rippled in circles.
jingle! Jingle Bell!
The harsh phone call interrupted the old devil's complacency and enjoying his successful personal time.
"Mondez, I hope you are really in a hurry, otherwise I will throw you into the ninth level of **** and let you be eaten by evil spirits that have been hungry for thousands of years."
Mephisto spoke the most terrible punishment in the softest tone.
As the manager of the casino, Mondes trembled all over, and there was a strong fear on his face full of flesh.
The demons in **** know that Mephisto has always been merciless to his poor men.
"There is a human! He always wins! He won a lot of chips!"
There was a hint of panic in Mondes' voice.
"Hashim can't stand it anymore!"
Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashim was the champion of the World Poker Tournament before his death, especially in the game of Texas Hold'em, which can be said to be a master of the gambler level.
Of course, he can possess such superb technology because he signed a contract with the old devil.
The young gambling king Hashim, who was in the limelight, died in an accidental car accident, and his soul fell smoothly into Mephisto's hands.
Now that everything is used to its fullest, the enslaved Hashim soul is placed in the poker area of the casino by the old devil as the existence of the town venue.
For human souls like Hashem, Mephisto still has many more.
In his casino, it is impossible for anyone to keep winning.
"Trash, let a human being so arrogant in the **** hotel!"
Mephisto cursed and hung up.
Then ~www.novelhall.com~ a dark flame rose up, rendering the casino screen on the twelfth floor——
At the Texas Hold'em table, two people sat opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of translucent shadows.
"It's actually Hashem's best Texas Hold'em poker."
Mephisto frowned more tightly.
He couldn't figure out how Hashem could lose a game in which he was proud of it?
The old devil caught a glimpse of his opponent's chips and had already piled up several hills.
Obviously it has been winning streak and never losing.
"Sorry, I'm still older than you."
The young man sitting opposite Hashim spread out his trump cards and once again won a pile of chips of various colors branded with the shofar demon.
"It looks like your luck today is very bad. Goddess of Luck lifted my skirt and raised her **** to you."
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Southern Nevada, Lincolnshire.
This is the U.S. military base with the highest level of secrecy. On the surface, it is used to secretly develop and test Air Force aircraft and conduct other research projects behind the scenes.
Because of the air control and the prohibition zone, various strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.
For example, a lot of people just claim to have seen UFOs.
Others believe that there is an alien corpse in this military base.
Every newly elected president of the United States will come to visit.
Yes, this place is called "Area 51" by later generations.
"General, the soldiers are very happy to see you. They see you as an idol, like a Hollywood star! I want to take a photo with you and shake hands with you!"
An important military officer said excitedly.
"I will stay in Las Vegas for a while, and if I have the opportunity, I will...participate in these interesting activities."
Luke showed a standard business smile. With curiosity, he visited this military base specially.
As a result, no alien wreckage was found, and no frozen Cybertron was found.
I have to say, this is a bit disappointing.
The mysterious area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery practice area.
It was abandoned after the end of World War II. Later, Lockheed's Skunk Factory selected it as the test site for the U-2 spy plane, and built a seven-kilometer runway.
After uncovering that layer of mystery, Area 51, which caused countless people's speculation, 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 thoughts.
Then, he was in the eyes of everyone worshiping or admiring.
The tall and straight figure soared into the sky, causing an atmospheric explosion.
"Superman!"
Below is the excited American soldier.
Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from downtown Las Vegas, and at Luke's flight speed, it almost arrives in an instant.
Boom!
I saw an afterimage swept across the horizon, and the billowing air wave made an explosion.
The dark red cloak brought strong wind, and Luke landed steadily on the apron of the Flemingo Hotel.
"Alessandro, you look a little nervous, what happened?"
Luke pushed open the tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, the hotel owner, guest of the city government and mafia boss, had something wrong with his expression.
The Italian was sweating on his forehead, eyes dodged and worried.
"General, you are finally back."
Alessandro seemed to have seen a savior. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face to wipe off the sweat.
"Mr. Stark who came with you, he has disappeared for two days."
Luke raised his eyebrows, and that fellow Howard would have an accident, which surprised him a bit.
As a result of the last assassination of Essex Biotech, the latter has become more vigilant, carrying his own portable power armor wherever he goes.
As for the armor of the Iron Overlord, it was placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.
If someone wants to fight Howard's idea, whether it's a sneak attack or a visit, the process will not go smoothly.
"Is it kidnapping, or something else?"
Luke's calm voice quickly calmed Alessandro's anxiety.
"neither."
The mafia boss struggled to organize the language, and he seemed a little unsure of what to say.
"Two days ago, Mr. Stark entered a newly opened hotel and never came out again."
"I was worried about Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for it."
"But when they stepped into the door of that hotel, they seemed to disappear."
Luke listened patiently while riding the elevator to his room.
"What's the name of that hotel?"
He asked the key question.
"Hell Hotel."
Alessandro replied.
Luke thoughtfully approached the sofa.
He was only skeptical before, but now he is basically certain.
Howard's disappearance must have been caused by Helllord Mephisto again.
It's just that old devil, why would he stare at Iron Man's father?
Although, Howard is an out-and-out capitalist.
In order to obtain wealth, he also had his hands stained with blood-arms dealers originally sold death.
But a person's soul does not become very important because of doing 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 condensed his thoughts and asked softly.
This is not the first time he has dealt with the old devil.
Before in other universes, in order to help Stephen Strange win the position of Supreme Mage, he had done something with Mephisto.
The old devil in **** is not the opponent of Superman, let alone now in the world.
"Uh, I don't remember clearly, it seems... a week ago or two weeks ago."
Luke looked at Alessandro, who seemed to be affected by some strange force, and his memories became confused.
Obviously, this is also the ghost of Mephisto.
"This guy moved **** to Las Vegas?"
Luke raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking through the obstacles, and saw the dark tower soaring into the clouds.
Obviously the shape is so peculiar, billowing thick smoke and flames.
But the pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye to them, instead they were attracted unconsciously and joined the long line.
"One time is born, the second time is cooked."
The corner of Luke's mouth evokes a slight arc, and he chuckles: "If you beat it once, there will be a second time."
...
...
Mephisto, leaning on a silver cane, stood on the top floor of the Hell Hotel.
He looked down at all the sentient beings with the arrogant eyes looking down on the sentient beings.
The long queue outside has blocked the traffic on the side of the street.
But there were still people joining in, as if possessed by a demon.
"Too tempting, so satisfying!"
Mephisto took a deep breath, and the city crawling under his feet was home to 1.7 million people.
To the old devil, this is 1.7 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order of inestimable value.
"They are all voluntarily and put their souls into my hands."
Mephisto grinned with a smug smile. He didn't get the human souls through coercion or grabbing.
Every guest who walked into the Hell Hotel used their souls to exchange chips and sign a pledge contract.
"I didn't violate the precepts of the Supreme Mage, and there was nothing wrong with Gu when he came to the door. The soul has already confirmed the ownership, and sooner or later, he will fall into hell."
Mephisto thought of this, and the smile on his face grew brighter.
He was a little upset, why didn't he discover this method earlier.
In the long life of the old devil, he is looking for people who are hard to fill, ambitious, or who are extremely thirsty and easy to be fooled.
Then, sell them the personal safety insurance of hell.
A devil's words tricked the past and waited for the other party to sign the contract.
The time-consuming and slow efficiency is really indescribable.
In the past, the old devil liked to play such games and witnessed those human beings with their own dark emotions such as greed, tyranny, and viciousness being seduced.
Watching them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into **** with a face full of regret, unwillingness and fear.
Mephisto has been enjoying the complexity of human nature and the distortion of human nature, treating it as a cup of wine with strong flavor.
It's just that after playing the same game for a long time, it will inevitably feel boring.
"It's time to change the game."
Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, and the scarlet liquid rippled in circles.
jingle! Jingle Bell!
The harsh phone call interrupted the old devil's complacency and enjoying his successful personal time.
"Mondez, I hope you are really in a hurry, otherwise I will throw you into the ninth level of **** and let you be eaten by evil spirits that have been hungry for thousands of years."
Mephisto spoke the most terrible punishment in the softest tone.
As the manager of the casino, Mondes trembled all over, and there was a strong fear on his face full of flesh.
The demons in **** know that Mephisto has always been merciless to his poor men.
"There is a human! He always wins! He won a lot of chips!"
There was a hint of panic in Mondes' voice.
"Hashim can't stand it anymore!"
Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashim was the champion of the World Poker Tournament before his death, especially in the game of Texas Hold'em, which can be said to be a master of the gambler level.
Of course, he can possess such superb technology because he signed a contract with the old devil.
The young gambling king Hashim, who was in the limelight, died in an accidental car accident, and his soul fell smoothly into Mephisto's hands.
Now that everything is used to its fullest, the enslaved Hashim soul is placed in the poker area of the casino by the old devil as the existence of the town venue.
For human souls like Hashem, Mephisto still has many more.
In his casino, it is impossible for anyone to keep winning.
"Trash, let a human being so arrogant in the **** hotel!"
Mephisto cursed and hung up.
Then ~www.novelhall.com~ a dark flame rose up, rendering the casino screen on the twelfth floor——
At the Texas Hold'em table, two people sat opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of translucent shadows.
"It's actually Hashem's best Texas Hold'em poker."
Mephisto frowned more tightly.
He couldn't figure out how Hashem could lose a game in which he was proud of it?
The old devil caught a glimpse of his opponent's chips and had already piled up several hills.
Obviously it has been winning streak and never losing.
"Sorry, I'm still older than you."
The young man sitting opposite Hashim spread out his trump cards and once again won a pile of chips of various colors branded with the shofar demon.
"It looks like your luck today is very bad. Goddess of Luck lifted my skirt and raised her **** to you."
, The fastest update of the latest chapters of Superman!Southern Nevada, Lincolnshire.This is the U.S. military base with the highest level of secrecy. On the surface, it is used to secretly develop and test Air Force aircraft and conduct other research projects behind the scenes.Because of the air control and the prohibition zone, various strange anecdotes are often made up by the outside world.For example, a lot of people just claim to have seen UFOs.Others believe that there is an alien corpse in this military base.Every newly elected president of the United States will come to visit.Yes, this place is called "Area 51" by later generations."General, the soldiers are very happy to see you. They see you as an idol, like a Hollywood star! I want to take a photo with you and shake hands with you!"An important military officer said excitedly."I will stay in Las Vegas for a while, and if I have the opportunity, I will...participate in these interesting activities."Luke showed a standard business smile. With curiosity, he visited this military base specially.As a result, no alien wreckage was found, and no frozen Cybertron was found.I have to say, this is a bit disappointing.The mysterious area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery practice area.It was abandoned after the end of World War II. Later, Lockheed's Skunk Factory selected it as the test site for the U-2 spy plane, and built a seven-kilometer runway.After uncovering that layer of mystery, Area 51, which caused countless people's speculation, 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 thoughts.Then, he was in the eyes of everyone worshiping or admiring.The tall and straight figure soared into the sky, causing an atmospheric explosion."Superman!"Below is the excited American soldier.Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from downtown Las Vegas, and at Luke's flight speed, it almost arrives in an instant.Boom!I saw an afterimage swept across the horizon, and the billowing air wave made an explosion.The dark red cloak brought strong wind, and Luke landed steadily on the apron of the Flemingo Hotel."Alessandro, you look a little nervous, what happened?"Luke pushed open the tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, the hotel owner, guest of the city government and mafia boss, had something wrong with his expression.The Italian was sweating on his forehead, eyes dodged and worried."General, you are finally back."Alessandro seemed to have seen a savior. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his face to wipe off the sweat."Mr. Stark who came with you, he has disappeared for two days."Luke raised his eyebrows, and that fellow Howard would have an accident, which surprised him a bit.As a result of the last assassination of Essex Biotech, the latter has become more vigilant, carrying his own portable power armor wherever he goes.As for the armor of the Iron Overlord, it was placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.If someone wants to fight Howard's idea, whether it's a sneak attack or a visit, the process will not go smoothly."Is it kidnapping, or something else?"Luke's calm voice quickly calmed Alessandro's anxiety."neither."The mafia boss struggled to organize the language, and he seemed a little unsure of what to say."Two days ago, Mr. Stark entered a newly opened hotel and never came out again.""I was worried about Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for it.""But when they stepped into the door of that hotel, they seemed to disappear."Luke listened patiently while riding the elevator to his room."What's the name of that hotel?"He asked the key question."Hell Hotel."Alessandro replied.Luke thoughtfully approached the sofa.He was only skeptical before, but now he is basically certain.Howard's disappearance must have been caused by Helllord Mephisto again.It's just that old devil, why would he stare at Iron Man's father?Although, Howard is an out-and-out capitalist.In order to obtain wealth, he also had his hands stained with blood-arms dealers originally sold death.But a person's soul does not become very important because of doing 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 condensed his thoughts and asked softly.This is not the first time he has dealt with the old devil.Before in other universes, in order to help Stephen Strange win the position of Supreme Mage, he had done something with Mephisto.The old devil in **** is not the opponent of Superman, let alone now in the world."Uh, I don't remember clearly, it seems... a week ago or two weeks ago."Luke looked at Alessandro, who seemed to be affected by some strange force, and his memories became confused.Obviously, this is also the ghost of Mephisto."This guy moved **** to Las Vegas?"Luke raised his eyes and looked into the distance, looking through the obstacles, and saw the dark tower soaring into the clouds.Obviously the shape is so peculiar, billowing thick smoke and flames.But the pedestrians passing by turned a blind eye to them, instead they were attracted unconsciously and joined the long line."One time is born, the second time is cooked."The corner of Luke's mouth evokes a slight arc, and he chuckles: "If you beat it once, there will be a second time."......Mephisto, leaning on a silver cane, stood on the top floor of the Hell Hotel.He looked down at all the sentient beings with the arrogant eyes looking down on the sentient beings.The long queue outside has blocked the traffic on the side of the street.But there were still people joining in, as if possessed by a demon."Too tempting, so satisfying!"Mephisto took a deep breath, and the city crawling under his feet was home to 1.7 million people.To the old devil, this is 1.7 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order of inestimable value."They are all voluntarily and put their souls into my hands."Mephisto grinned with a smug smile. He didn't get the human souls through coercion or grabbing.Every guest who walked into the Hell Hotel used their souls to exchange chips and sign a pledge contract."I didn't violate the precepts of the Supreme Mage, and there was nothing wrong with Gu when he came to the door. The soul has already confirmed the ownership, and sooner or later, he will fall into hell."Mephisto thought of this, and the smile on his face grew brighter.He was a little upset, why didn't he discover this method earlier.In the long life of the old devil, he is looking for people who are hard to fill, ambitious, or who are extremely thirsty and easy to be fooled.Then, sell them the personal safety insurance of hell.A devil's words tricked the past and waited for the other party to sign the contract.The time-consuming and slow efficiency is really indescribable.In the past, the old devil liked to play such games and witnessed those human beings with their own dark emotions such as greed, tyranny, and viciousness being seduced.Watching them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into **** with a face full of regret, unwillingness and fear.Mephisto has been enjoying the complexity of human nature and the distortion of human nature, treating it as a cup of wine with strong flavor.It's just that after playing the same game for a long time, it will inevitably feel boring."It's time to change the game."Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, and the scarlet liquid rippled in circles.jingle! Jingle Bell!The harsh phone call interrupted the old devil's complacency and enjoying his successful personal time."Mondez, I hope you are really in a hurry, otherwise I will throw you into the ninth level of **** and let you be eaten by evil spirits that have been hungry for thousands of years."Mephisto spoke the most terrible punishment in the softest tone.As the manager of the casino, Mondes trembled all over, and there was a strong fear on his face full of flesh.The demons in **** know that Mephisto has always been merciless to his poor men."There is a human! He always wins! He won a lot of chips!"There was a hint of panic in Mondes' voice."Hashim can't stand it anymore!"Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashim was the champion of the World Poker Tournament before his death, especially in the game of Texas Hold'em, which can be said to be a master of the gambler level.Of course, he can possess such superb technology because he signed a contract with the old devil.The young gambling king Hashim, who was in the limelight, died in an accidental car accident, and his soul fell smoothly into Mephisto's hands.Now that everything is used to its fullest, the enslaved Hashim soul is placed in the poker area of the casino by the old devil as the existence of the town venue.For human souls like Hashem, Mephisto still has many more.In his casino, it is impossible for anyone to keep winning."Trash, let a human being so arrogant in the **** hotel!"Mephisto cursed and hung up.Then ~www.novelhall.com~ a dark flame rose up, rendering the casino screen on the twelfth floorAt the Texas Hold'em table, two people sat opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of translucent shadows."It's actually Hashem's best Texas Hold'em poker."Mephisto frowned more tightly.He couldn't figure out how Hashem could lose a game in which he was proud of it?The old devil caught a glimpse of his opponent's chips and had already piled up several hills.Obviously it has been winning streak and never losing."Sorry, I'm still older than you."The young man sitting opposite Hashim spread out his trump cards and once again won a pile of chips of various colors branded with the shofar demon."It looks like your luck today is very bad. Goddess of Luck lifted my skirt and raised her **** to you."
