Chapter 182: Chapter 182 New

The Los Angeles Fucking Massacre 2.0 Shocks the Globe!

Why 2.0? Because just like the first time, the one dishing out the pain and the one getting fucking raped… were the same guys.

Poor bastard Tony Stark, ruthlessly and utterly demolished by Jason. Again.

The “Iron Man” title, and the suit’s performance, were once again stamped with a giant fucking question mark.

These media cunts are all spineless bandwagoners. Yesterday, they were sucking Tony’s dick, praising him to the high heavens. Today, they’re fucking mocking him and kicking him while he’s down.

The media’s flogging and the internet’s mockery weighed on Tony, crushing him so hard he could barely fucking breathe.

Swayed by the shitstorm, the law enforcement agencies that had been scrambling to buy suits were now all backing out, canceling their orders. Stark Industries’ stock nosedived.

And the Air Force, his long-time partners, didn’t hesitate for a fucking second to stab Tony in the back.

The military claimed the suits had “severe quality defects” that led to the fucking deaths of dozens of pilots. They officially sued Stark Industries for 100 brand-new suits, plus five billion dollars in compensation.

That’s right. The fucking Air Force General cleverly offloaded most of the cost onto Stark Industries. As for the other 5 billion… that shit-heel dumped it right on S.H.I.E.L.D.

The Air Force’s justification was watertight: Wiping out the Joker Organization was S.H.I.E.L.D.’s goddamn job. But because of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s total incompetence, the Air Force was forced to step in to protect national security, and that’s why they took such massive losses. S.H.I.E.L.D. was going to pay for it, one way or another.

S.H.I.E.L.D. got absolutely reamed by the military brass but could only take it. They had no fucking choice. They were useless.

By the time the battle was over, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s two drones still hadn’t even fucking shown up.

In other words, the department with the biggest fucking budget had contributed jack shit. The brass had every right to be pissed. S.H.I.E.L.D. had no choice but to eat that shit sandwich.

Media flaying, internet mockery, military backstabbing, stock prices in the toilet…

The shitstorms just kept coming. Tony was so worn down by this mess, he couldn’t sleep. He was a wreck, looking like he’d aged ten years.

Last time, Pepper had been there to pull him out of his downward spiral. But this time… Pepper was a fucking wreck herself.

Because of that “live broadcast” fiasco, Pepper was deep in a severe depression. She just got wasted every day, wouldn’t even leave her bedroom. She sure as hell didn’t have the energy to help Tony.

And in this darkest, shittiest moment, a savior suddenly appeared.

*

Malibu, his beach house.

Tony sat exhausted on the couch. Opposite him sat a one-eyed, bald, black motherfucker.

“Nick Fury. Former Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Tony just snorted, full of contempt. S.H.I.E.L.D.

Weren’t they the ones supposed to be hunting the Joker Organization? The ones who just hoovered up funding and proved to be completely fucking useless?

If you goddamn wastes of space hadn’t been so useless, if you’d actually done your job, would I be in this deep shit? Fuck no.

Fury looked at the raw contempt on Tony’s face and calmly dropped a bomb.

“Wipe that look off your face. I forgot to mention… your father, Howard Stark, was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D.!”

Tony was stunned. “My father never said a goddamn word about that.”

Fury said, “S.H.I.E.L.D.’s a highly classified agency. If it wasn’t for Jason, 99% of the world wouldn’t know we exist.” He cut to the chase. “Speaking of which… you got your ass handed to you.”

Tony looked down, sighing in frustration. “I don’t know what the fuck happened. Jason’s energy absorption limit… it just skyrocketed. The reactor’s output isn’t enough. To kill him now… I’d need a hundred suits to just blast him into oblivion while he stood still, and he’s not going to do that.”

Fury asked, “Not enough juice? Have you ever thought about trying a new element?”

Tony shook his head. “From the second this suit was born, I’ve been trying. There’s nothing. Nothing can replace palladium.”

Fury smiled. “Good. Because I’m here to tell you… you haven’t tried everything.”

“What the hell does that mean?” Tony frowned.

Fury explained, “Your father was working on something… secret. He was limited by the tech of his time, but he couldn’t build it. This new element. He said only you… only you would have the resources and the brains to finish what he started.”

Tony couldn’t fucking believe it. In his memory, his father was just… a stern prick. He never showed him any approval. He always treated him like some stranger, not his own son.

Fury stood up, kicked a case at his feet. “I’ve got business. I’m leaving this for you.”

Tony watched him walk out. His eyes fell on the military-grade lockbox at his feet. Stamped on the side: PROPERTY OF: HOWARD STARK!

*

New York, a Joker Organization safe house.

The first thing Jason did when he got back was to quietly buy a derelict factory on the outskirts of NYC and stock it with machine tools. The ground floor and second floor were for simple machining; the sub-basement… that’s where they’d build the suits.

Thanks to the President’s arms embargo, no country or organization—other than the US military and L.E.—could legally buy Iron Man suits from Stark Industries.

A massive gap in the market. And Jason saw a golden opportunity.

He had Obadiah covertly spend a shitload of money acquiring Stark Industries’ newest industrial robots. With all the materials and equipment in place, four of those robots could assemble one complete suit every seven days.

The finished suits would be sold on the black market. The net profit on each suit could be as high as 50 million dollars.

Calculated at 100 robots churning out 25 suits a week, that’s a monthly pure profit of 5 billion dollars. 60 billion a year.

So much fucking cash… just thinking about it was enough to make him hard.

On top of that, Jason made Chloe his Chief Engineer, tasked with reverse-engineering Tony’s suit and the arc reactor. He recruited a ton of researchers from the Joker Community to act as her assistants.

The factory was up and running. Jason was already building hype on the Joker Community. He was sure clients with deep pockets would be banging down his door soon enough.

More good news… The Joker Community was thriving again. Terrorist attacks worldwide were back on the rise, hitting a new high—more frequent, more brutal, and on a larger scale than ever before.

Thanks to those assholes, his system reputation spiked, easily blowing past the 1,000,000 mark.

[Ding! reputation has exceeded 1,000,000. Host has earned one (1) new Ally Recruitment. Use now?]

“No!”

Jason didn’t rush it. He waited for an auspicious day, bathed, burned some incense for good luck, and then he opened the system and used the recruitment.

[Ding! Villain Ally ’A-Train’ has been activated. Source: The Boys!]

[Ding! Issuing Ally Recruitment Mission: [A-Train]. Complete the mission to secure Ally!]

[Mission Details: A-Train has appeared in New York. Convince him to join the Joker Organization!]

[Mission Reward: 100% Ally Loyalty]

[Friendly Tip: For a simple-minded meathead who is all brawn and no brains, a ’physical argument’ is your best bet.]

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