Marvel: Spider-Man? No, I'm Superman!

After several minutes, Tony finally vomited up everything he could in his stomach.

"Sorry to keep you waiting, Mr. Superman. What were you going to say?"

Sitting weakly on the ground, Tony looked up at the unfamiliar... Superman in front of him, wondering why he had brought him here.

laugh.

However, he was met with a gaze that gradually turned crimson.

"Fuck, are you going to kill me?"

Tony rolled awkwardly on the ground to avoid the intense red gaze, then stood up and immediately started cursing.

He casually vomited Tony out, and burned the vomit, which had a strong, fishy smell, to ashes.

Peter's red eyes hadn't faded as he stared at Tony, whose face was grim, and continued in a low voice, "It's my pleasure to inform you that you've been kidnapped."

"If you still can't figure out your own position, then the next laser might not hit anywhere."

"Okay, okay, I surrender. You're the boss now."

Seeing Peter's reddened eyes scanning his body, eventually settling on a certain private area, Tony quickly raised his hands in surrender.

"So, our great Mr. Superman, why did you kidnap me here? It wasn't for money, was it?"

Tony asked cautiously, desperately hoping Peter would answer yes.

After all, money, while important to him, wasn't that important.

"Money? Does that thing mean anything to me?"

Unfortunately, Peter certainly didn't kidnap him for money.

"What's it for? Beautiful women? Fame? Or power? If it's power, I can use money to help you bribe your way into running for president..."

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind swept in, and Tony realized that he had left home in a hurry and was still wearing his pajamas.

Seeing that the person in front of him still had no expression on their face, Tony crossed his arms and continued, trembling, "I can give you anything you want, except myself..."

"Cough cough, you wouldn't really be doing this for me..."

As if he had thought of something, Tony suddenly felt less cold, but a certain part of his body suddenly felt a little tight.

"I want... the knowledge in your mind."

Hearing this, Tony finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Help me forge battle armor, and build my own... Lonely Fortress here!"

……

It was a night filled with joy.

Having completed his plan, Obadiah Stan, filled with the fantasy of soon taking complete control of Stark Industries, went to sleep early.

"Jingle Bell……"

However, the sudden ringing of the telephone interrupted his sweet dream.

He slowly got up, picked up the expensive red wine from the bedside table, took a sip, cleared his slightly uncomfortable throat, and finally answered the phone.

"What did you say? Tony's been kidnapped?"

Suppressing his excitement and preventing himself from bursting out laughing at this moment, Obadiah exclaimed in astonishment to the person on the other end of the phone.

"Okay, I'll be there right away."

"Am I still dreaming?!"

After hanging up the phone, the smile on his face became uncontrollable. At that moment, he was completely immersed in the happiness of his dream coming true.

"Wait a minute, I just sent out my plan this afternoon, and they finished it tonight?"

Obadiah quickly sensed that something was wrong.

After all, he had only sent the cooperation plan to his private buyer that afternoon, so how could it be completed tonight?

If they had that capability, they would have stormed the presidential palace long ago.

Moreover, this is completely inconsistent with their plan.

"No, I have to go and see for myself!"

The next moment, Obadiah, whose face was no longer smiling, hurriedly got up and rushed towards Tony's luxurious villa.

……

Meanwhile, at the villa located in Malibu.

Countless figures in military uniforms, armed with guns, surrounded the entire villa.

Several fighter jets were conducting a thorough search of the area from the air.

Inside the villa, countless intelligence agents dressed in black suits and white gloves were constantly searching for any clues that might have been left behind.

However, they found absolutely no clues about outsiders inside the villa.

Of course, this does not include the two magazine cover models who have already been taken away for interrogation.

"Pepper, what exactly happened? How did Tony suddenly disappear?"

A black man dressed as an Air Force pilot suddenly barged into the villa and asked Pepper directly.

"Colonel Rhodes, I don't know either. I only found out about Mr. Stark's disappearance after receiving an urgent notification from Jarvis."

At this moment, Little Chili looked a little pale. The incident happened so suddenly that she didn't even have time to put on makeup.

"What exactly happened? How did Tony suddenly disappear?"

Before the two could continue their conversation, a figure reappeared in front of the villa and began shouting loudly before even entering the house, seemingly very anxious and worried.

"Mr. Stan, you've arrived."

"Pepper Potts, what exactly happened? As the president's assistant, why didn't you have a good opinion of Tony?"

As soon as Obadiah entered, he began to question Pepper sharply.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stan, but as you know, Mr. Stark doesn’t like me bothering him at night.”

Pepper was also quite helpless, as Tony's playboy nature was well-known.

"Alright, now is not the time to assign blame. Finding Tony is the most important thing."

Colonel James Rhodes spoke up to ease the tension between the two.

"Jarvis, do you have any leads?"

Rhodes then directly called Jarvis, hoping to obtain some special clues.

"I'm sorry, Colonel Rhodes, none of the surveillance equipment I have access to has captured images of anyone breaking into the villa, including the satellite radar located above the villa, which has also not detected any trace of intrusion."

"Mr. Stark, he just vanished into thin air!"

Jarvis's magnetic voice slowly rang out, but it was hard for everyone to accept.

"There are no video images, and even the radar hasn't detected any signs of intrusion. So, was Tony kidnapped by a demon?"

Obadiah's face suddenly contorted into a ferocious expression, as if he had gone mad because of Tony's disappearance.

"Wait, could it be..."

Suddenly, as if she had thought of something, Little Chili spoke somewhat uncertainly.

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Chapter 19 Who Says It's Just You? (Please add to your favorites and read on!)

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"So, you kidnapped me just for this?"

Tony plopped down on the ground, his face filled with disbelief.

"Is this Superman who suddenly appeared in our world an idiot?!"

Of course, Tony wouldn't dare say such things to someone's face, otherwise he would probably be sliced ​​in two by a scorching laser beam, one half on the left and one half on the right.

"You just need to tell me whether you're going to do it or not!"

In fact, Peter was certainly not a fool.

Whether he will help if I ask him for help is one thing, and whether he will do his best after agreeing to help is another.

More importantly, if that were the case, I would owe him a favor.

Now, with only the roles reversed, he has to do his best to work for himself.

"Okay, do I have any other options?"

Tony, dressed in thin pajamas, hugged his arms to keep his body warm, his tone filled with helplessness.

"However, everything else can wait. If you don't give me a set of warm clothes soon, I might freeze to death."

In just a few minutes, Tony's lips turned a little purple from the cold.

"ten minutes."

Leaving behind a single sentence, Peter vanished into thin air in an instant.

"hiss……"

Seeing Peter leave, Tony trembled as he quickly got up from the ground.

After glancing at the opening above the ice cave, he quickly reached the outer rock wall and climbed upwards using both his hands and feet.

However, less than a minute later, Peter flew back, carrying a thick down jacket and a pile of firewood.

Wow.

Peter placed the firewood on the ground and watched with great interest Tony, who had just climbed less than two meters up the rock face.

"This guy, didn't he say he'd be back in ten minutes?"

At this moment, Tony was caught in a dilemma, unsure whether to continue climbing or go down, his face filled with embarrassment.

Suddenly, his foot slipped, and he slid down the rock face like a salted fish.