Transforming American comics starts with a leap of faith

Chapter 98 Hatred Is Just a Shackle
"I don't remember provoking you."

Ivan Vanke asked in confusion: "So why did you come to trouble me?"

"No, no, you misunderstood, we are here to make friends."

The Joker shook his finger, motioning for Jinx to put the things away.

After the dangerous stargate disappeared, he said to Ivan Vanke:
"I heard it all just now, that Justin Hammer used you as a tool!"

For some reason, Ivan Vanke could even see a trace of sincerity from that face... that would make people have nightmares.

He glanced at the girl next to him, and found that the girl had no obvious hostility.

Ivan Vanke decided to be more patient and listen to what the clown had to say.

"What do you want to say."

"Ha, that's the right attitude!" The clown pulled a stool over with his feet, and sat on it.

He stared at Ivan Vanke with eyes that could see through people's hearts.

"I know what you want to do, Ivan, use chickens to lay eggs."

Ivan Vanke was noncommittal.

He took off his reading glasses... Although he is not so old yet, bad life experiences will always leave some traces.

"You are as scary as the legends say."

The clown was right.

The reason why he can put up with that idiot Hammer is because... he is also using him.

Otherwise, a lightning whip would have caused this noisy idiot to move.

It is completely within Ivan's ability to make a suit comparable to Iron Man.

In fact, half a day is enough to design a group of steel soldiers who can move and fight.

Then... Ivan Vanke's fate depends on Hammer's mood.

This is obviously not in line with Ivan Vanke's own desires.

He thought about it carefully. The enemies he faced probably included Iron Man's friends...

For example, the woman with hard fists, or the scissor feet.

There also seems to be a pretty good sniper.

Obviously, it is definitely not enough if it is only comparable to Iron Man.

He needs a stronger armor, otherwise he would be courting death if he went to the venue.

Hanmer Military's wool has to continue to be squeezed.

Although the people here are a little sloppy, they don't lack everything they should have, which is enough for Ivan to carry forward his own style and make a hard and thick armor.

Almost done.

Immediately, Ivan can borrow the chicken from Hanmer Military Industry to lay his own eggs.

After all this is done, he will help Hammer Military Industry to complete the design of the Iron Soldiers... and leave a back door for himself by the way.

When the time comes to make a big fuss at the expo, these things can also help.

But these are all his mental activities, and he has never revealed the slightest bit to others.

The clown guessed it all, and it can only be described as scary.

Ivan said with a constipated face: "So? You want...to join me?"

Unexpectedly, the clown waved his hand, obviously meaning to refuse.

"Heh, I thought that a villain like you would be eager to join in."

On Ivan Vanke's ugly face, there was a rather bad smile.

"Then what are you doing here, chatting with me?"

"Of course not, I'm just not interested in your plan, it's just a scene after all."

The clown laughed: "I play things, and I always like to play big ones, and you just happen to be able to play one of them."

Ivan Vanke's expression tightened, and he frowned and asked, "What do you want to do?"

In the next short period of time, the clown told Ivan succinctly what he planned to do to the troubled New York.

Compared with Ivan Vanke's intrigue, the clown's plan is much simpler and more straightforward.

Of course, it's also crazy.

After listening to it, Ivan Vanke opened his mouth wide and took a while to recover.

He found that compared to what the clown was going to do, what he was going to create was indeed a small scene.

Ivan Vanke casually swears in Russian.

It has to be said that, as America's old enemy, Russian has already won in terms of swearing.

This is stronger than 01:30.

Then Ivan said seriously: "You are really crazy, Joker."

Jinx on the side smiled and nodded.

Clowns are casual.

"Actually, I don't mean anything else. I just feel that Hell's Kitchen, tsk, is a bit too spacious to live in."

Ivan Vanke was speechless.

But he was still a little puzzled.

"What does this have to do with me? What you and I have to do don't seem to conflict, and I can't help you."

"Uh... now you are really almost meaningless."

"Me now?"

"This is..."

The clown didn't seem to be able to find any suitable adjectives, and after pondering for a while, he said:

"I want to give you a gift. This gift is very special. It will change your life...and your beliefs."

Ivan Vanke keenly sensed that something was wrong.

He glanced at the two people who were smiling, and rubbed his thumb and middle finger together.

"I'm afraid this gift is not as gentle as you said."

"It's not very gentle, but it can make you a greater scientist than you are now."

The clown nodded and said affirmatively, "It's quite a lot."

Before Ivan Vanke could ask again, the clown continued:

"You will get rid of the redundant emotions of ordinary people and devote yourself to a truly honorable cause."

Ivan: "Hehe, get rid of it? It should be lost!"

"It makes no difference, my friend, that living in hatred of a man is the most painful torture for a man like you."

"..."

Ivan Vanke was speechless for a long time.

The clown was right.

Does he really have that hatred in his heart, or is he jealous of Tony Stark?

... There is some nature, there are some, it is human nature.

If all goes well, Ivan Vanke's wealth, status, and many other aspects will be much better than they are now.

He will spend a prosperous childhood, go to the best school, and find many, many beautiful girlfriends.

And when he entered the society, his talent also allowed him to easily grab everything he wanted.

He could have been the envy of all.

Just like what Ivan's father said before he died.

The ill-fated old man pointed to the high-spirited Tony on the TV:
"That should have been you."

But is this hatred and jealousy really that deep?

It is worth all his energy and even his life so far...

The answer is obviously no.

Ivan Vanke is no worse than Tony, and he has the same pride as Tony.

For such a genius, the importance of self-identity is far higher than that of society.

His hatred for Tony comes more from the grievances of his parents.

This is undoubtedly a burden.

And he is very clear that even if revenge is completed, what awaits him is not a sense of happiness and accomplishment.

but endless emptiness.

Ivan Vanke took a deep breath.

"You might be wrong about one thing, Joker."

Under the clown's puzzled eyes, Ivan said:

"I really hate Tony. Even if there is no hatred, I'm afraid I'll still fight him."

"Hahaha, that would be the best, and I don't mind making trouble for him."

Ivan: "So, where is your gift?"

"Get ready, this might hurt a little."

　People who give you a thumbs up are not necessarily praising you, I may be aiming at you!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)