Marvel: DNF Invades

Ross was unhappy that Luke made such a big fuss last night but didn't bring it along.

"The mech's capacity is limited," Luke explained.

"I don't care!" Ross protested. "You have to find a way!"

Under Ross's firm protest, Luke had no choice but to free up a small space in the mech and install a fish tank...

The next morning, after breakfast, Luke went out early with his schoolbag and quietly made his way to the secret warehouse.

He planned to skip class today.

In the warehouse, he dropped his schoolbag, released the mech, and climbed inside. Ross eagerly climbed into the fish tank.

The roof of the warehouse opened. Flames shot out from under the mech's feet as it soared into the sky, quickly leaving New York behind and heading toward Europe across the Atlantic.

Once it entered international waters, the mech shifted into supersonic cruise mode, crossing the ocean at an even faster speed.

Inside the cockpit, his assistant, Christina, reported the navigation status: "Speed at 1.7 Mach. Clear weather, optimal flight conditions, no bird activity detected. Estimated arrival in 1 hour and 53 minutes."

Luke wanted to take this opportunity to catch up on some sleep. His young body wasn't convenient for long flights, and he often felt drowsy. Luckily, school provided plenty of time for napping.

A news report on the screen in front of him caught his attention.

As expected, last night's chaos in Hell's Kitchen had made the front pages of all major New York news outlets.

The New York Times headline read: Liquefied Gas Explosion? Or Super Bomb?

The article, written in a conspiracy theorist's tone, detailed the bloody gang battle that shook New York, offering numerous theories—ranging from guesses about the mastermind to speculation about whether both sides had used unconventional weapons.

To Luke's amusement, their guesses weren't far from the truth. His execution had been flawless.

"This is interesting."

"There's more related coverage," Christina added, pulling up additional reports.

One of them featured a high-definition image of the massive crater left at the scene.

From the picture, it was clear that the area had been taken over by the military.

The military's involvement sent conspiracy theorists into a frenzy. Their presence indirectly confirmed that the official government statement—calling it a natural gas explosion—was nothing more than a cover-up.

The big question remained: What kind of weapon could cause such devastation?

One contributor quoted a military expert: "This is clearly a weapon unknown to the United States. We cannot rule out the possibility that last night's attack was the work of terrorists."

As a result, the gangs in Hell's Kitchen were now suffering.

In America, being linked to terrorism was a death sentence. The military's presence in Hell's Kitchen wasn't just for show—it was a warning.

Luke figured the gangs would behave themselves for a while.

And he was right.

Even Wilson Fisk, aka Kingpin, had gone into hiding with his men, waiting for the storm to blow over.

At the same time, he was cursing the mysterious bastard who had turned his empire upside down.

Damn it! We were just playing by the rules, fighting for territory like usual, and you flipped the damn table?! You can't just do that!

But anger wouldn't change the situation.

Kingpin had no idea who had caused last night's chaos, and now, the military had stepped in, throwing everything into disarray.

His "partners" had called him that morning, all advising the same thing—lay low.

He had no choice.

Kingpin's criminal network was vast, and shutting down operations in Hell's Kitchen for even one day meant bleeding money. The losses were painful.

But some forces simply couldn't be defied. If you jumped in front of the military, you'd get slapped down.

One moment, you were Kingpin. The next, you were nothing more than a splatter on the pavement.

Meanwhile, Daredevil had barely made it out alive the night before.

If it weren't for that mysterious stranger's help, he and his allies might not have survived.

The chaos had made him realize he was poking at something far bigger than expected.

But would he stop?

Hell no.

That wasn't in his nature. Daredevil would return—he always did.

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After nearly two hours in the air, Luke finally spotted the coastline of England.

He had arrived in Europe.

To avoid detection by military radar, he lowered his altitude and speed. Once he crossed into British airspace, he adjusted course toward Monaco.

The Principality of Monaco, located in southwestern Europe, was the second smallest country in the world—only slightly larger than the Vatican.

Despite its tiny size, Monaco was one of the richest and most developed nations, boasting a per capita GDP of $200,000—three times that of the United States.

The Monte Carlo Circuit was world-famous, hosting the Formula One Monaco Grand Prix annually, attracting tourists and racing enthusiasts from across the globe.

In the movie timeline, Ivan Vanko had learned that Tony Stark would be attending the race in Monaco. Using black-market connections, he secured a visa, flew into the country, and infiltrated the event disguised as a maintenance worker.

At the time, Tony was slowly dying from palladium poisoning. Every attempt at a cure had failed. Knowing his days were numbered, he threw caution to the wind and recklessly entered the high-risk F1 race himself.

Luke remembered that Ivan Vanko's father had worked with Howard Stark.

After being deported, Vanko's father stole the Arc Reactor design and fled back to the Soviet Union.

Ivan Vanko had inherited all of his father's genius. Hell-bent on revenge, he built his own Arc Reactor-powered suit—Whiplash.

During the race, Ivan shed his disguise, donned his exoskeleton, and openly attacked Tony with his electrified whips.

This was the sequence of events Luke recalled.

Of course, he couldn't guarantee everything would play out exactly as he remembered, but the rough timeline was his best advantage.

When the mech finally soared over Monaco, Ross suddenly spoke from the fish tank.

"Beep! System mission released!"

"Huh? System mission?" Luke was taken aback.

"The reward for this mission is: 1 Mechanic Skill Gift Box of Your Choice."

Luke's eyes immediately lit up.

A choose-your-own-skill mechanic reward?!

He practically started drooling.

Curious, he asked, "Wait... you can issue system missions? Why didn't I know this before?"

"This is a function granted to me by the system," Ross replied smugly. "When necessary, I can issue missions to keep you motivated. Don't forget why we came to this world!"

Ah, right.

His ultimate goal was to spread the glory of the apostles.

Luke crossed his arms. "So, what's the objective of this mission?"

Ross cackled in the fish tank.

"Isn't it obvious? Show these ignorant fools the power of the apostles! Destroy everything! Make them fear us! Wahahaha!"

Luke smirked.

Well, when you put it that way...

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