Chapter 544: When Will Vengeance End? (Part 2)

When night fell, the light "tick-tock" of the second hand echoed in the clinic in Hell's Kitchen. On the clock face, the hour hand had already turned to nine.

At this time, Schiller had long since fallen asleep. In the living room, only Peter and Pikachu were still playing games.

Suddenly, Peter exclaimed, startling Pikachu beside him. His hand shook, and the character on the screen fell into the lava. Pikachu turned his head to look at Peter and asked, "What's wrong?"

Peter turned his head to look at the clock face beside him and said, "It's nine o'clock. I have to go upstairs to sleep!"

Pikachu widened his eyes and looked at Peter, as if he didn't recognize him. He opened his mouth exaggeratedly and said, "You're going to sleep at nine?? Are you really Peter Parker? Have you been controlled by Schiller???"

"No." Peter reluctantly threw down the controller and said, "Today, Mr. Stark repeatedly emphasized to me to go to sleep at nine tonight. Look, just now, he even sent me a text message asking if I was already lying in bed preparing to sleep..."

Peter handed his phone to Pikachu to look. Pikachu saw that there was indeed a message from Stark on his text message interface. Pikachu shook his head and said, "It seems he thinks you are very lacking in fatherly love."

Peter sighed, looking back at the game console every few steps, but eventually walked upstairs to sleep.

Lying on the bed, Peter turned over and slowly felt sleepy. Originally, he was worried that he might not be able to sleep at such an early time, but soon, he entered dreamland.

Opening his eyes again, Peter was faced with the gazes of Stark and Charles. Both of them were full of "Child, Dad is very disappointed in you."

"You didn't go to sleep on time." Stark spoke first. Peter didn't understand what was going on, but he instinctively explained, "No, at nine o'clock, I had already put down the controller, but my room is upstairs, so..."

"So, your performance today is considered not bad?"

"Of course, I've never slept this early in my life. Usually, it's at least 12 o'clock..." Facing Stark's death stare, Peter's voice grew smaller and smaller.

Subsequently, he finally began to look at the surrounding environment. This was a very spacious conference room, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows was a sci-fi city that didn't look like Earth.

Peter was very smart and immediately reacted. He said, "I'm dreaming? Professor Charles, did you pull me over?"

"That's right, you're very smart, child. If you played fewer games, your brain would be sharper." Charles walked toward the conference table in the center of the room, but Peter chased after him somewhat anxiously and said:

"Wait a minute! Professor! You have to let me go back. I need to control my body so that it can lie there properly. Otherwise..."

Charles walked straight ahead. Peter looked at Stark anxiously again and said, "Mr. Stark, I've told you, my body has strange instincts. If it gets out of my control, it might..."

Before he could finish, Stark reached out directly, put his arm around Peter, and said earnestly:

*Initial Evolution*

"You're already late. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Peter, you're not young anymore. You have to understand some workplace matters. Because of your personal reasons, making colleagues waste time waiting for you is impolite."

"Besides, those instincts might just be your imagination. Relax, nothing will happen..."

Peter didn't see Stark's triumphant smile. He opened his mouth, feeling he couldn't refuse. After a long time, he could only say dejectedly, "Alright, I hope my bed is sturdy."

Several people walked over. Many people were already sitting at the conference table, including Marc, who was still somewhat confused, and Natasha, who was already skillfully smoking.

Stark walked to the table, looked around, and said:

"I presume everyone here has recently been involved in a matter, and the culprit of this matter is Schiller."

"'A matter' is not very accurate." Steve said.

"'Culprit' is also not very accurate." Natasha said.

Stark's held-in breath dissipated. He hammered the table and said, "Alright, let's get straight to the point."

"Just yesterday, due to some of Schiller's operations, the congressmen were almost crying and weeping as they pushed me into the position of the Solar System Construction Project leader."

Mentioning this, Stark was very helpless. He had asked several people one after another, and finally asked Natasha, only then did he finally understand what Schiller had done.

Simply put, Schiller let a ghost named "Xunzong" float above the Avengers base. Billions in subsidies, "Xunduo" (Medal-plenty), everyone gets a medal.

Giving Natasha one first was very reasonable; after all, she was a Soviet agent and had achievements. Giving Captain America one was equally reasonable; Steve was also a WWII hero who had fought against the little mustache's troops. As for Schiller himself and Marc, they were just add-ons.

The congressmen, especially those older ones, had a Red Allergy that was almost incurable, and Schiller just wanted to make them feel like they had been surrounded.

Then, they would discover that these people who received medals had a common enemy, and that was Stark.

Natasha had once infiltrated Stark's company to steal information. In the eyes of the congressmen, Stark definitely wouldn't have a good impression of her; the relationship between the two wasn't very good.

According to investigations, previously, the relationship between Iron Man and Captain America had fallen to the freezing point, and the two had even fought several times, almost triggering an Avengers civil war. So, their relationship wasn't good either.

Schiller goes without saying. At the meeting for the Superhuman Registration Act, he and Stark faced off, one on the left and one on the right. If Stark and Schiller were on the same side, why did Stark jump out to refute him back then? It was evident that their relationship wasn't very good either.

And the last person to get a medal, Marc, had a fight with Stark on the spot over New York. Although this was entirely the result of Schiller colluding with Khonshu and then colluding with Jake to direct, the fight was real, and everyone in New York saw it. Their relationship must also be very bad.

If one dug deeper, Stark's father, Howard, had once collaborated with a Soviet scientist, but the two had already fallen out. Even the son of that Soviet scientist had already come to Stark, wanting revenge.

All these pieces of evidence together meant that Stark could simply be called an enemy of the Soviet Union.

From the perspective of the congressmen, Stark had already been surrounded by the pro-communist elements led by Schiller and could only struggle to support himself. He could be said to be a lone boat swaying under the red tide.

And in this situation, he still hadn't compromised. What is this?!

This is the Stalingrad streetlamp ornament, the Kremlin flagpole nail-house, the first choice for the Father's sacrificial flag, the soulmate of Xianzong, the right of the extreme right, the most right in the universe, the lone exploiter, the chosen capitalist—Tony Stark!

Thus, Stark, who should have played a left-leaning role in the Superhuman Registration Act event, was kicked into the extreme right camp just like that, and was pushed into the most important position by those congressmen crying and shouting.

Even setting aside Stark's relationship with everyone, the congressmen didn't know that Stark had already become the Iron Demon God and transcended the perspective of a single universe. In their view, people couldn't betray their own class. Stark was a capitalist who started by selling arms; this point was eternal and unchangeable.

They thought Stark was still constrained by Stark Group capital, which would make him unable to accept any ideas that required fairness. This was the reason they dared to spend so much effort to promote Stark.

Besides letting him get the position of Solar System Construction Project leader, at the same time, Iron Man's reputation improved rapidly. The result of the great effort in the public opinion war was that Iron Man had become the Iron Patriot, replacing Captain America and becoming the new benchmark for the American spirit.

If it were in the past, Iron Man would have immediately worn his armor to fly a few laps over New York, accepting people's cheers, and then let reporters take a few handsome photos of his new armor to print out and show off to Pepper.

But now, Stark only felt absurd and disgusted, because he knew that behind all these applause and flowers was a group of fools who only focused their eyes on the dregs of human civilization.

No smart person would feel happy for the cheers of a group of fools who couldn't be more foolish; instead, they would only feel that their approval was like saying, "You are as stupid as we are."

Thinking of this, Stark in front of the conference table sighed deeply. He endured the feeling of gnashing his teeth, revealed a fake smile, and said, "To be able to sit in this position, I must thank one person, and that is Schiller. For this, I must return this favor."

"Then why did you let Loki defect? What exactly are you going to do?" Strange asked.

"After yesterday's UN vote, the path of cooperation between countries has been basically determined. But obviously, there are still many people focusing on internal fighting. This is the inferiority of human nature. It's impossible to change in a day or two, but I plan to speed up this process." Stark's expression returned to seriousness. He continued:

"Schiller gave them some pressure, but it's still not enough. The civilization within Earth always knows itself and the enemy. Even if there is some excess, it won't exceed too much. The Soviet Union is strong, but not excessive."

"Therefore, we must give these fools who can't figure it out some absolute pressure, pressure from outside the Earth."

Charles touched his chin and said, "So, this is related to Loki's defection, right?"

"I made a deal with that... princess. She brings some suitable external enemies for Earth, and at the same time, with Asgard as a backup, gives human civilization a chance to train its troops."

"Then what do you need to pay?" Strange asked.

"A favor of mine." Stark replied.

Steve just wanted to open his mouth to ask, but Strange followed Stark's train of thought and continued: "Indeed, this deal is quite fair."

"As far as I know, Asgard's power transition is not without influence. The rule in some places of the Nine Realms has begun to become unstable. At the same time, the objects they are competing with are the most developed civilizations in the stars. Making friends with a single-universe-level powerhouse who can ascend to the multiverse at any time has no harm to them."

"And, there is Ragnarok." Stark crossed his arms and said, "Of course, I can't sacrifice myself to block disaster for them, but helping out when necessary is also good for human civilization."

"In addition..." Stark added, "Once external enemies arrive, all countries will definitely focus all their attention on the external enemies. They will concentrate all their power to protect themselves and protect their positions."

"And at this time, it doesn't matter what stance Schiller is on. As long as he is human, he can produce help. This way, he won't be watched by those messy agents every day. That's how I return his favor."

And at this time, in the thick night of Hell's Kitchen, the sleeping Schiller turned over. What he didn't see was that a ghost-like figure suddenly walked into the dark bedroom.

At this time, in the bedroom of the Helicarrier, Natasha, who had left the dream meeting early because she wanted to smoke, habitually glanced out the window.

"Bang!"

Natasha opened her mouth wide, watching the roof that had been thrown high up appear outside the window. When it was thrown to the highest point, it stagnated for a moment, and then "whoosh"ed down.

Immediately after, there was another "bang". Natasha looked up again, shocked to see a bed appearing outside the window, and above the bed, Schiller, who was still maintaining a sleeping posture, clutching his quilt, and widening his eyes. ===== CHAPTER 545 =====