Standing to the side, Tony saw the bald leader sputtering in rage and joined in the mocking.
“Luca, why are you talking about intellectual property with an idiot who can’t even hold onto his hair?
With a brain capacity like his, he probably can’t even figure out basic calculus.
Looking at him, he seems more like the captain of the janitorial crew in charge of scrubbing toilets.” Standing behind them, Ho Yinsen watched the two brothers tear the man to shreds, trading insults back and forth.
Suddenly, he felt a little redundant.
Scratching his head awkwardly, he asked in a low voice, “Um…
do you need me to say a few words too?
I actually know a bit of profanity in Arabic.” The bald leader was thoroughly enraged by them.
With all his men dead and his escape route blocked by them, he was backed into a corner.
A look of madness entered his eyes.
Reaching into his pocket, he yanked out a test tube filled with a murky green liquid.
Then, in his other hand, he pulled out a red remote control.
“This is the serum you left on the workbench!
I snuck it away!” The bald leader held up the tube of green liquid and bellowed at Luca.
Then he raised the remote control, a murderous grin twisting his face.
“And don’t get too pleased with yourselves!
This is the base’s backup defense mechanism!
The moment I press this button, high explosives buried throughout the mountain will detonate instantly!
The whole mountain will collapse, and every single one of us will die right here!” The bald leader glared at Luca, his tone oozing with a morbid confidence.
“Did you think you were the only one who could become a superhuman?
Once I inject this serum, I’ll have godlike power too!
When that time comes, I will tear both of you arrogant Starks apart with my own hands!” Hearing this, Ho Yinsen took a frightened step back.
If the explosives really detonated, they would definitely be buried alive here.
Tony and Luca frowned as well.
Luca, however, was hardly panicking.
He had complete confidence that in the split second before the bald man pressed the button, he could sever his hand with a laser beam.
But Tony beside him was a little puzzled.
Tony turned to Luca and asked under his breath, “Hey, Luca.
Didn’t you tell me outside that the serum’s genetic lock is matched only to your DNA and can only be used by you?
And that anyone else who injects it suffers total genetic collapse?
So what’s this about?” Seeing them whispering, the bald leader assumed they were terrified and broke into boisterous taunts.
“Hahaha!
Scared now, aren’t you?
You arrogant megalomaniacs!
Always acting so high and mighty!
Today, I’ll smash the myth of the Stark family to pieces!
I’ll show you what true power means!” Watching the villainous idiot gloat, Luca suddenly smiled.
This guy took the discarded waste serum Luca had deliberately left on the table, thinking he could inject it and turn into a superman?
How did someone with a brain like this become a terrorist leader?
To make the bald leader even more convinced that this tube of waste liquid was a treasure, Luca rolled his eyes thoughtfully and decided to play with the idiot.
In the next second.
Luca sprang up from the couch, his face instantly contorting into a look of sheer terror.
He reached out his hands as if trying to stop him.
“No!
You can’t inject that!
That’s my ultimate masterpiece!
If you inject it, you’ll gain an invulnerable body and world-shattering power!” “Please, put the serum down!
We can talk this through!
I’ll give you money—is a hundred million US dollars enough?!” Luca’s voice was even trembling, his acting so realistic it seemed like he was genuinely terrified the man would turn into an invincible god of war.
Seeing his younger brother’s melodramatic performance, Tony was dumbfounded.
Since when could Luca act?
But these exaggerated gestures, these tearful lines—it was even faker than a bad Hollywood actor!
But soon, Tony realized what was happening.
Luca wasn’t afraid at all; he was intentionally baiting the guy!
He was deathly afraid the guy *wouldn’t* inject the serum!!
Tony felt profoundly shocked.
He had always thought he was scheming enough himself.
But seeing his brother’s move today was like opening the door to a whole new world.
Luca couldn’t even be bothered to lift a finger—he was forcing his enemy to commit suicide purely through acting?
Tony, who always preferred using high tech to crush his enemies, suddenly found himself intrigued by this trickery.
Meanwhile, seeing Luca’s panicked state, the bald leader’s lingering doubts vanished.
He was more convinced than ever that the serum was a perfect miracle cure!
“A hundred million US dollars?
Save it to spend in Hell!
Once I get power, all of Stark Industries will be mine!” The bald leader laughed villainously.
In the next second.
He rapidly popped the cap off the tube, jammed the thick needle straight into his neck, and plunged the entirety of the murky liquid inside.
Seeing that the man had finally injected it, the look of terror on Luca’s face vanished instantly.
“Ah, finally took the bait,” Luca murmured softly.
Tony also stared intently at the bald man, eager to see what would happen next.
The result was immediate.
The moment the bald leader pulled the needle out, the ecstasy on his face froze.
He felt no surge of immense power; instead, he felt a fiery tempest burning wildly inside his body.
“AAAHHH!!!” The bald leader let out a bloodcurdling scream.
The remote control fell from his grip onto the floor as he clawed wildly at his own neck with both hands.
Immediately following, a horrifying scene unfolded.
The bald leader’s body began to swell violently, as if countless worms were squirming beneath his skin.
Blood vessels instantly gorged his eyes, causing his eyeballs to bulge straight out.
Exactly as Luca had predicted.
The discarded waste serum directly shattered the man’s genetic chain, triggering a complete genomic breakdown.
“No!
Impossible!
Why is this happening?!
You tricked me!” The bald leader howled in agony as his skin cracked open, oozing black pus and blood.
In less than five seconds, his bones and muscles completely liquefied, dissolving into a pile of foul-smelling, decaying meat.
Throughout the process, Luca watched coldly as the man writhed and died in agony.
He didn’t feel a shred of pity for someone like this.
For enemies who had kidnapped and tortured him, he only felt that this death wasn’t brutal enough.
Tony took a deep breath.
He was thoroughly shaken.
*Damn it, when did this kid Luca get so devious and ruthless?* But…
looking at that pile of slop, why did Tony suddenly feel like this was ridiculously satisfying?
Without wasting a single bullet or lifting a finger, the enemy had been killed by his own greed.
Turning his gaze to the remote on the ground, a Flash of Inspiration suddenly struck Tony’s mind.
He thought of his plan to build the Mark II armor after returning to New York.
*Should I add a hidden trap system to every single suit of armor I build in the future?* *If an enemy foolishly tries to put on my armor to turn the tables on me…* *…not only will the suit refuse to boot up, but it will instantly lock all joints, trapping the enemy inside.* *Then, the interior will immediately release a high concentration of toxic gas, taking them out on the spot!* *Or better yet, add a self-destruct sequence so anyone trying to steal the armor gets turned into fireworks!* *Yes!
That’s exactly how I’ll do it!* The more Tony thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, his eyes growing brighter and brighter.
When dealing with enemies, you had to use methods even more ruthless than theirs.
*Damn it, how did I become as bad as Luca?!*