Chapter 312

Lincoln County, Southern Nevada.

This is the military base with the highest security level of the U.S. military. On the surface, it is used to secretly develop and test air force aircraft and carry out other research projects behind the scenes.

Because of air control and the fact that it belongs to the martial law restricted area, it is often filled with all kinds of strange anecdotes by the outside world.

For example, many people claim to have seen UFOs.

Others believe that the body of an alien is preserved in this military base.

Every newly elected president of the United States will come and visit.

Yes, this place is called "zone 51" by later generations.

"General, the soldiers are very happy to see you. They regard you as their idol, just like the big stars in Hollywood! They want to take a picture with you and shake hands with you!"

An important military official said excitedly.

"I will stay in Las Vegas for a while. If I have the opportunity, I will... Participate in these interesting activities."

Luke showed a standard business smile. He visited the military base with curiosity.

As a result, no alien remains were found, and no frozen cybertans were found.

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

The mysterious Area 51 was originally used as a bomb and artillery driving range.

It was abandoned after World War II. Later, Lockheed's skunk factory chose it as the experimental site of U-2 spy aircraft and built a seven kilometer runway.

After uncovering the mysterious veil, area 51, which caused countless people's speculation, seemed so ordinary.

"According to Nick Frey's habit of building safe houses all over the world, this is a good place."

Luke looked around and finalized his idea.

Then, he was in the eyes of people or worship or admiration.

The tall and straight figure rises into the sky, bringing the explosion of the atmosphere.

"Superman!"

Below are the excited American soldiers.

Area 51 is only 130 kilometers away from downtown Las Vegas. At Luke's flight speed, it is almost an instant.

Dong!

I saw a remnant shadow passing by the horizon, and the billowing air waves made an explosive sound.

The dark red cloak brought a strong wind, and Luke landed steadily on the apron of the flemingo hotel.

"Alessandro, you look a little nervous. What happened?"

Luke pushed open the strengthened glass door and saw that as a hotel owner, a guest of the municipal government and the boss of the Mafia, Alessandro had a wrong expression.

The Italian was sweating on his forehead and his eyes flashed and worried.

"General, you're finally back."

Alessandro seemed to see the Savior. He took out his handkerchief, wiped his face and wiped away the oily sweat.

"Mr. stark, who came with you, has disappeared for two days."

Luke raised his eyebrows, and Howard was surprised that something would happen to him.

Due to the last assassination of Essex biological company, the latter's vigilance increased more, and he had to take his own portable power armor wherever he went.

As for the iron overlord armor, it was in the basement of Stark's house.

If someone wants Howard's idea, whether it's a sneak attack, assassination or a door visit, the process won't go smoothly.

"Is it kidnapping or something?"

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

"Neither."

The mafia boss struggled to organize the language. He seemed to have some doubts about what to say.

"Two days ago, Mr. stark entered a new hotel and never came out again."

"I was worried that something might happen to Mr. stark, so I sent several people to look for him."

"But when they stepped into the door of the hotel, it was like disappearing."

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

"What's the name of that hotel?"

He asked key questions.

"Hell hotel."

Replied Alessandro.

Luke, if he thinks about it, approaches the sofa.

He was just skeptical before, but now he can be basically sure.

Howard's disappearance must have been caused by hell Lord Mephisto.

It's just that old devil. Why did he stare at iron man's father?

Although Howard is a real capitalist.

In order to obtain wealth, his hands were stained with blood - the arms dealer was selling death.

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

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

"When did this hotel come out?"

Luke asked softly, gathering his thoughts.

This is not the first time he has dealt with the old devil.

Previously, in other universes, in order to help Stephen strange win the position of supreme mage, he had a hand with Mephisto.

The old devil in hell is not Superman's opponent, let alone in the world now.

"Well, I can't remember clearly. It seems... A week ago or two weeks ago."

Luke looked at Alessandro. The other party seemed to be affected by some strange force, and the memory became chaotic.

Obviously, Mephisto did it, too.

"This guy moved hell to Las Vegas?"

Luke looked up into the distance, through the obstacles, and saw the dark tower towering into the clouds.

Mingming's shape is so strange that it emits thick smoke and flame.

But the passers-by turned a blind eye to it. Instead, they were unconsciously attracted and joined the long team.

"Once cooked, twice cooked."

Luke made a slight arc around his mouth and said with a smile, "once, there will be a second time."

……

……

Mephisto, leaning on a silver cane, stood on the top floor of the hell hotel.

He looked down at all sentient beings with arrogant eyes and looked down at all sentient beings.

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

But people continue to join in, like being possessed.

"Too tempting, too satisfying!"

Mephisto took a deep breath and crawled under his feet in the city, where 1.7 million people lived.

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

"They are all voluntary and give their souls into my hands."

Mephisto grinned proudly. He didn't get those human souls by means of coercion and forcible seizure.

Every guest who enters the hell Hotel exchanges their soul for chips and signs a pledge contract.

"I haven't violated the commandments of the supreme mage. Gu has no choice when he comes to the door. The soul has confirmed its belonging and will fall into hell sooner or later."

Mephisto thought of this, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.

He was a little annoyed. Why didn't he find this method earlier.

In the long life of the old devil, he is looking for some ambitious people who are difficult to fill their desires, or people who are extremely eager and easy to be fooled.

Then sell them hell's personal safety insurance.

A devil's word tricked the past and waited for the other party to sign the contract.

It is hard to describe the time-consuming and slow efficiency.

In the past, the old devil liked to play such games and witnessed those humans with their own eyes. Their dark emotions such as greed, tyranny and malice were lured out.

Watching them kill each other for money, power or women, and finally fall into hell with regret and fear.

Mephisto enjoyed the complexity and distortion of human nature and regarded it as a cup of wine aging with strong taste.

But if you play the same game for a long time, you will inevitably feel boring.

"It's time to change the game."

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

Ding Ling! Jingling!

The harsh telephone voice interrupted the old devil's complacency and enjoyed his successful personal time.

"Mendez, I hope you really have something urgent, or I'll throw you into the ninth hell and let you be eaten by evil spirits who have been hungry for thousands of years."

Mephisto said the most terrible punishment in the most gentle tone.

Mondes, the casino manager, trembled, and a heavy fear appeared on his face full of flesh.

Demons in hell know that Mephisto has always been merciless to his incompetent men.

"There's a man! He's always winning! He's won a lot of chips!"

There was a trace of panic in Mundus's voice.

"Hashim, he can't stand it!"

Mephisto frowned slightly. Hashim was once the champion of the World Poker competition. Especially in the playing method of Texas poker, he can be said to be a master at the gambling king level.

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

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

Now everything is in full use. The enslaved Hashim soul is put into the poker area of the casino by the old devil as the existence of the town.

Mephisto has many human souls like Hashim.

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

"Waste, let a human be so arrogant in the hell hotel!"

Mephisto scolded and hung up the phone directly.

Then, a dark flame rose and rendered the picture of the casino on the 12th floor——

On the gambling table of Texas poker, two people sat opposite each other, surrounded by a large group of translucent shadows.

"It's Hashim's best Texas poker."

Mephisto frowned tighter.

He couldn't figure out how Hashim could lose a game he was proud of?

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

Obviously, he has won in a row and never lost.

"Sorry, it's still older than you."

The young man sitting opposite Hashim spread out his cards and won a pile of chips branded with sheep horn demons again.

"It seems that your luck today is very bad. The goddess of luck opened her skirt to me and raised her middle finger to you."