I'm Aldridge Killian, and in 2000 I met an "arms company genius" known as an "American hero," Tony Stark.

I was born on the West Coast of the United States, and I was abandoned by my parents at the door of the orphanage when I could not speak, and I vaguely remember that it was a rainy night, and the thunder pierced the sky, making my soul tremble.

Then I struggled to grow up in a welfare home, being ridiculed for my height, and being forced to eat leftovers from the ground by orphans older than me—something that was normal in America a few decades ago. I don't hate those kids because I've brought them all in for live experiments.

From the countless experiences of being pressed in the sink and being robbed of my job countless times, I have learned a truth: in this chaotic world, only the wicked are qualified to live, and you may wonder that the wicked will be punished after all - but I have no choice, besides, an old man told me that it is much harder to be a wicked person than to be a good person. And I think I'm pretty good at being a wicked person.

Darwin's theory of the jungle is the truest portrayal of this fucked country!

When I was twelve, I was adopted by a woman who got home and put me in the basement, which was damn home with more than a dozen children my age.

"Okay, you guys have fun, mom will take care of you later~" As he spoke, he put down the blood-stained sickle in his hand and dragged the body of a child younger than me out, and the blood stains extended along the iron cage to the locked gate, like a dead end of no return.

Later, there were fewer and fewer people locked up with me, and I stubbornly survived eating rat meat, and now I think about it, how good it would have been if I had died? However, I found a faint glimmer of light in the darkness: a girl with her long blond hair and fair skin fascinated me, and her face seemed to glow even in the dimly lit basement.

We often got together to secretly tell stories and kiss while the female demon was away, and at that moment, I felt like I had grasped the future, and I was determined not to let it slip out of my arms.

On one occasion when I was beaten and bruised and thrown into a cage like a dog, I smiled happily and pulled a can ring from my bosom and gently slipped it over her finger.

"I will protect you for the rest of my life," a stupid teenager with no education, no house or car, and no idea that he could only marry as an adult naively put a can ring on the girl's hand, "I swear I love you forever, Miss Alice Whitehall." ”

She said yes, and we hugged each other tightly.

As she was dragged out, she still looked at me with a worried look, as if she didn't care about her blood-soaked blonde hair and bleeding legs.

Another streak of blood, a short strip of bright red like a sharp blade, pierced the heart of my coward mercilessly, and I wanted to shout loudly, but I didn't dare, and I knew it was useless, and maybe I would lose my own life—if only that were the case, I could have died with her, but alas, I became a coward.

One day, the female demon was shot dead by the police, and the scene was so unreal, the autumn leaves outside the window were golden and fluttered to the ground, and the sunlight poured down from the leaves, turning the whole forest into a dreamlike and mysterious place.

Unfortunately, it wasn't winter, and Alice told me that her favorite thing was winter - because when winter came, her dad would come back, and that was what they had agreed on. "My dad is a soldier! He is a ...... of the special forces I don't know what that means, but anyway, his name is Jack, Jack Whitehall! ”

I'm sorry, Mr. Jack, and I'm so ashamed that I failed to protect your daughter.

When I was rescued, I thought of something, and I rushed to the backyard like crazy, rummaging through the corpses of more than fifty children, and the smell of corpses was so stinking that people couldn't open their eyes, but I didn't care.

I couldn't find the figure in the white dress, where have you been? Alice, we're all right......

Subsequently, I was adopted by a professor who led me to great success in biology, self-taught all the courses at the university, obtained a PhD in biology, and then founded Killian Biotech with a few good classmates.

In the dark basement, the scars on my body were completely healed, and I was so envious of the earthworms that they would survive even if they were cut in half, let alone injured.

If I could have been able to recover from injuries or even regenerate limbs, I wouldn't have to see blood anymore, because it had covered most of my childhood.

Subsequently, I lived up to expectations and led everyone to develop a potion that can make the injected person control any part of the body to produce terrifying heat, turning the whole person into a substance similar to "magma", which gives the human being the ability to regenerate severed limbs and terrifying destruction.

This is the evolutionary direction of the new humans! I must be right! That's it!

If that person were still around, I would burn her family to ashes in front of her!

The people who treated me like a beast in the past and now have dedicated their lowly lives to this product called "Desperate Virus", which can be regarded as waste utilization.

I have never felt that I am a good person, and after facing death countless times, I have already understood the truth of this society, and countless people uphold the creed of so-called "goodness" and do what they think is good, which will only make those who have been hurt feel angry!

Sorry, but then again, I was thrilled to meet Tony Stark, because I spent my childhood watching this genius boy about my age rise to the top of his mind, and I used to be a big fan of him.

"Hello, Mr. Stark, I heard that some people in your company have poor moral standards, is that true?"

Mr. Stark, with his face flushed, took the wine and told me with a look of disdain, "Even if there is, it has nothing to do with you, boy, learn to enjoy!" ”

He doesn't care how many people his weapons kill, he doesn't care how many of his "works" the terrorists get, and he doesn't care about the moths in his own company, because he is pampered and doesn't need to see the bloody side, he only needs to draw drawings and build weapons.

I'll never forget the image of Alice being grabbed by the neck by the self-proclaimed "Stark Industries executive" against the wall, one hand reaching under the flawless white dress.

After that, every time I saw Stark, I would ask him questions with a smile on my face, and he would never remember who I was, and every time it was like meeting him for the first time.

I was determined to make him pay.

This disgusting company should not exist in the world.

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Recently, I saw the record of that terrible battle and investigated the current situation of each hero: it is ridiculous that Playboy Stark behaves like he has an anxiety disorder, locks himself in the mansion and does not go out every day.

Since you yourself revealed the address in the interview, the next time I come, I will not just scout, and get ready to fall into the despair of everyone around you dying, the big hero Tony Stark!

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Many people call me a madman in private, and I have a sinful smell all over my body - I don't care, Lao Tzu thinks the most correct sentence in his life is: Lao Tzu's sins will always be determined by Lao Tzu himself!