Southern Nevada, Lincolnshire.

It is the most classified military base of the U.S. military, ostensibly used for the secret development and testing of air force vehicles, and behind the scenes for other research projects.

Because of air traffic control and the fact that it belongs to the strict prohibition zone, it is often made up by the outside world all kinds of strange anecdotes.

For example, many people claim to have seen UFOs.

It is also believed that the corpse of an alien is preserved in this military base.

Every newly elected president of the United States comes to visit.

That's right, this place was later called "Area 51".

"General, the soldiers are very happy to see you, they see you as an idol to worship, just like a big star in Hollywood! I want to take a picture with you and shake your hand! ”

A military dignitary said excitedly.

"I'm going to be in Las Vegas for a while, and if I get the chance, I'm going to ...... Get involved in these fun activities. ”

Luke smiled as he made a special visit to the military base with curiosity.

No alien remains were found, and no frozen Cybertrons were found.

I have to say, it's a bit disappointing.

The mysterious Area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery training ground.

After the end of World War II, it was abandoned, and later Lockheed's Skunk Works chose it as an experimental site for the U-2 spy plane, and a seven-kilometer-long runway was built.

After unveiling the veil of mystery, Area 51, which has caused countless people to speculate, seems so unremarkable.

"It's a good place to build safe houses in the world."

Luke looked around and hammered out his thoughts.

And then he was in the eyes of the crowd either adoring or admiring.

The tall figure rose into the sky, bringing an atmospheric explosion.

"Superman!"

Below are excited American GIs.

District 51 is only 130 kilometers from downtown Las Vegas, and at Luke's speed, it's almost instantaneous.

Boom!

I saw an afterimage passing by the sky, and the rolling air wave made an explosion sound.

The dark red cloak brought up the strong wind, and Luke landed firmly on the tarmac of the Flemingo Grand Hotel.

"Alessandro, you look a little nervous, what's going on?"

Luke pushed open the tempered glass door and saw that Alessandro, the owner of the hotel, the city government guest and the boss of the mafia, had something wrong on his face.

The Italian had sweat on his forehead, his eyes dossing with a hint of concern.

"General, you're finally back."

Alessandro seemed to see a savior, he took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, wiping away the sweat from Yazutsu.

"Mr. Stark, who came with you, he's been gone for two days."

Luke raised an eyebrow, and he was a little surprised that Howard guy would have an accident too.

As a result of the last assassination of Essex Biotech, the latter's vigilance has increased even more, and he has to carry his portable power armor with him wherever he goes.

As for the Iron Overlord armor, it was placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.

If someone wants to hit Howard's idea, whether it's a sneak attack and assassination, or a visit, the process won't go too well.

"Is it a kidnapping, or something else?"

Luke's calm voice quickly calmed Alessandro's anxious mood.

"Neither."

The mafia boss struggled to organize the language, and he seemed to be 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 that something would happen to Mr. Stark, so I sent a few people to look for him."

"But when they stepped through the door of the hotel, it was as if they had disappeared."

Luke listened patiently as he took the elevator to his room.

"What's that hotel called?"

He asks key questions.

"Hell Hotel."

Alessandro replied.

Luke leaned thoughtfully closer to the couch.

Before, he was only suspicious, but now he can almost be sure.

Howard's disappearance must have been the work of Mephisto, the lord of hell.

It's just that the old devil, why did he target Iron Man's father?

Although, Howard is an out-and-out capitalist.

In order to obtain wealth, his hands were also covered with blood - arms dealers were originally selling death.

But a person's soul does not become very important because of good or evil.

The weight of the soul depends on a firm will, a strong spirit, or some kind of fanatical faith.

"When did this hotel come about?"

Luke asked softly, gathering his thoughts.

It wasn't the first time he'd dealt with the old devil either.

In other universes before, in order to help Stephen Strange win the position of Supreme Mage, he fought with Mephisto.

The old devil in hell is not a superhuman opponent, let alone being on earth now.

"Well, I don't remember very well, like...... Was it a week ago, or two weeks ago. ”

Luke looked at Alexandro, who seemed to be affected by some strange power, and his memories became confused.

Obviously, this is also Mephisto's doing.

"This guy brought Hell to Las Vegas?"

Luke looked up into the distance, his gaze through the obstacles, and saw the towering black tower.

Obviously, the shape is so peculiar, billowing smoke and flames are emitting.

But the passers-by turned a blind eye, but were unconsciously attracted to join the long line.

"Once born, twice ripe."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled slightly, and he chuckled, "If you beat it once, then there will be a second time." ”

……

……

Mephisto, with a silver cane, stands on the very top floor of the Hell Hotel.

With his arrogant eyes looking down on all beings, he looked at the crowd below.

The long queue outside has clogged the traffic on the side of the street.

But there are still people who keep joining in, as if they are enchanted.

"It's so tempting, it's so satisfying!"

Mephisto took a deep breath, and the city, prostrate at his feet, was home to one and a half million people.

For the old devil, this is 1.7 million delicious souls, and it is a huge order of incalculable value.

"They all volunteered to give their souls into my hands."

A smug smile appeared on the corner of Mephisto's mouth, he did not use coercion and forcible means to get those human souls.

Every guest who walks into the Hell Hotel, they exchange their souls for chips and sign a pledge contract.

"I haven't violated the precepts of the Supreme Mage, and the ancient one has no way to find the door, the soul has been confirmed to belong, and sooner or later he will fall into hell."

The smile on Mephisto's face grew brighter as he thought of this.

He was a little annoyed that he hadn't discovered this method earlier.

In the long life of the old devil, he is looking for some people who have insatiable desires and are ambitious, or who are extremely eager and easily deceived.

Then, sell them hellish personal safety insurance.

A devil's words coaxed the past and waited for the other party to sign a contract.

It's hard to describe how long it takes to take and how slow it is to be efficient.

In the past, the old devil liked to play such games, witnessing those human beings, and their inner greed, tyranny, malice and other dark emotions were seduced.

Watch them kill each other for money, power, or women, and finally fall into hell with a face full of remorse, unwillingness and fear.

Mephisto never tired of savoring the complexity and distortion of human nature, and regarded it as a glass of rich wine aging.

It's just that the same game will inevitably feel boring after playing it for a long time.

"It's time for a change of play."

Mephisto poured himself a glass of red wine, the scarlet liquid rippling in circles.

Jingle bells! Jingle bells!

The shrill sound of the phone interrupts the old devil to be complacent, enjoying the personal time of success.

"Munders, I hope you are really in a hurry, otherwise I will throw you to the ninth layer of hell and let you be eaten by the evil spirits that have starved for thousands of years."

Mephisto spoke in the gentlest tone, the most terrible punishment.

As the manager of the casino, Mondes shuddered all over, and a deep fear appeared on his meaty face.

The demons of hell know that Mephisto has always shown no mercy to his ineffective men.

"There's a human! He's winning all the time! Won a lot of chips! ”

There was a hint of panic in Mondes' voice.

"Hashem, he can't stand it!"

Mephisto frowned slightly, Hashem was a re-champion of the World Series of Poker during his lifetime, especially in Texas Hold'em, he can be said to be a master of the gambling king.

Of course, he can have such superb skills because of the contract he signed with the old devil.

Hashim, a young gambling king who was in the limelight, died in an accidental car accident, and his soul fell into the hands of Mephisto.

Now that everything is in full use, the enslaved Hashemite soul is put into the playing card area of the casino by the old devil as a town presence.

There are many more human souls like Hashem, Mephisto.

In his casino, there is no one who can win all the time.

"Waste, to make a human so arrogant in the Hell Hotel!"

Mephisto cursed and hung up the phone.

Then, a pitch-black flame rose from the ground, rendering the scene of a casino on the twelfth floor-

At the Texas Hold'em table, two people sit opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of translucent shadows.

"It's actually Hashem's best Texas Hold'em."

Mephisto's brow furrowed even tighter.

He couldn't figure out how Hashem could lose a game he was so proud of.

The old devil caught a glimpse of his opponent's chips, and several hills had been piled up.

Obviously, he has been winning in a row and has never lost.

"I'm sorry, but I'm still older than you."

The young man sitting across from Hashem spread out his hole cards and once again won a bunch of chips branded with the devil of sheep's horns.

"Looks like you're out of luck today, Lady Luck lifted my skirt on me and gave you a middle finger."