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Chapter 472: We Only Need to Banish Him
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Earth, Coast City.
The retired pilot Hal Jordan’s luck had turned.
"Ha, my luck is really turning around."
Walking down the street, Hal whistled at a beautiful woman who walked past, earning him a fierce eye-roll.
Hal had a sturdy build, a result of his years as a pilot. He had followed in his father's footsteps; his father was a pilot, so he became one too.
Unfortunately, during a test flight, he recklessly performed a stunt that caused the fighter jet to crash, ruining his beloved flying career.
His deceased parents would surely be relieved. His father died in a plane crash when he was young, and his mother, unable to forgive him for continuing to be a pilot, swore never to see him again and died shortly after.
Well, now he wasn't a pilot anymore.
Hal's life was practically a tragedy. Coupled with his blunt, almost goofy personality, much like a husky's, he was the type to say whatever was on his mind, which had led to him talking back to his superiors more than a few times when he was a pilot.
Honestly, Hal's personality was too straightforward. It was easy to make his bosses lose face, and when they lost face, he would get fired. Hal had gone through many jobs, but he was dismissed from all of them.
Even though Hal tried his best to be optimistic, he couldn't hide the destitution of his life.
But just a few hours ago, everything had changed. A newly established aviation company had sought him out, specifically hiring him as a flight stunt instructor.
In the words of that courteous fellow, "Mr. Hal Jordan, your talent in flying is astonishing. Although you have a less-than-pleasant history with flight accidents, we believe that was an isolated incident. Our company hopes to cooperate with you and is willing to offer you a salary of one million dollars a year."
The most wonderful part was the next sentence.
"If you are willing, we can sign the contract right now and advance you one year's salary."
One year! One million dollars!
All his suspicions vanished before the million-dollar sum that arrived in his account on the spot. Was this company colluding with a bank to scam a penniless guy like him? Impossible.
He, Hal, had truly seen his fortunes turn!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Hal decided he should first buy himself a nice car. With that in mind, he immediately took out his battered cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, my dear Carol, your voice is as charming as ever. Are you free tonight? ...What? Invite you to dinner? No, no, no, you misunderstand. Here's the deal, I want to buy a car, and you know my credit at the dealership has hit rock bottom. I desperately need someone to co-sign for me... Why are you cursing at me???"
Beep, beep, beep...
Hal stared at his phone, completely bewildered. But it was nothing. Hal's most prominent ability was being carefree, a trait that could rival a husky's.
Soon, he pushed the matter to the back of his mind and cheerfully walked into a clothing store...
...
"So, Hal's employment issue is resolved?"
Tony rubbed his forehead, sitting on a brown velvet sofa, and took a sip of tea.
"Yes, and we've paid him one year's salary." The "courteous" man now stood ramrod straight in front of Tony, his aura completely changed, becoming like that of a dormant beast.
That's right, he was actually an immortal warrior who had been injected with a serum.
"Good. Remember to prepare a few more planes for him to crash for fun when he has nothing to do. But pay attention to his protection; he absolutely cannot be allowed to die. Send a few warriors skilled in disguise to protect him at all times. Let him do whatever he wants—go to bars, pick up girls, street race, crash planes... as long as he doesn't do something stupidly illegal, he can do anything. If he's short on money, you guys come up with all sorts of reasons to stuff money his way, like a year-end bonus or a company performance award. Just shove it into his arms."
Tony instructed him solemnly.
"Yes!"
The warrior nodded and left at Tony's signal.
Tony sank his muscular frame into the soft sofa, lost in thought.
His tight black shirt revealed his rock-hard muscles, and his focused gaze was contemplating something.
Hal Jordan, the original Green Lantern, was being repaid by him in this manner.
No, it couldn't be called repayment, but rather a small, insignificant compensation.
The moment Su approached the Solar System, Tony had sensed him. Arranging for Optimus Prime to go to Mars back then was done with the Green Lantern ring in mind.
Optimus Prime had taken the Green Lantern ring that originally belonged to Hal, even if he had taken it by his own merit, because Optimus Prime's willpower was definitely far stronger than Hal Jordan's.
But since Tony had the ability, he certainly wouldn't mind compensating Hal a little.
Hal didn't have a job? Tony arranged an incredibly leisurely one for him, where he would pilot a plane once in a while and play around as he wished. At worst, he'd crash a few.
They were Decepticon warriors anyway. They just had to make the crash look realistic, transform, and appear a bit more miserable.
Hal wasn't good at handling complex workplace relationships? As blunt and straightforward as the divine beast, the husky? No problem. Tony arranged all the personnel for the entire company, specifically hiring seasoned professionals who excelled at patience. Even if they had to pretend, they would maintain a good relationship with Hal and ensure he had a pleasant time.
Hal lacked money? His account would be monitored around the clock. When his funds ran low, they'd find a reasonable excuse, like a timely increase in the company's stock value or a large corporation investing new capital, allowing the company to legitimately give Hal more money.
He would do his best to ensure Hal's future life was fulfilling and happy, and he placed Hal's safety at a very high standard, guaranteeing someone would be there to save his life if any disaster struck.
He was just short of helping Hal pick up girls himself, for example, by creating all sorts of coincidences between him and Carol. Like a car suddenly blocking Carol's path for a few seconds, another car causing a traffic jam, a few burly men accidentally bumping into Hal, and so on, creating all sorts of "coincidences."
But considering that husky-like personality of his, trying to set him up... would be difficult.
Hell-level difficulty.
Tony had already done all he could. Any more than this wouldn't be repayment or compensation; it would be like he'd adopted a son, which would just be awkward.
A familiar fragrance wafted over. Wanda, dressed in fiery red, sat down next to Tony with a plate of pastries and gave him a peck on the cheek.
The space dog Cosmo came trotting over, tail wagging and jumping around, hoping Wanda would give him a kiss too.
Tony shot it a glare and kicked it away.
Cosmo let out a whimper and ran off with its tail between its legs to go bother Krypto, who was sunbathing in the yard.
"What's making you so troubled, Doomsday?" Wanda asked.
"No, I was personally making arrangements for Hal Jordan. He's a very interesting guy," Tony said with a smile.
He didn't tell Wanda the details; it was just a small compensation for Hal.
After all, it was within his power, something he could do with a snap of his fingers, so he just did it.
"Then have you figured out how to deal with Ancient Doomsday? That's an enemy even more terrifying than a Trigon Clone," Wanda said, her face full of worry.
"Quite the opposite. Dealing with that monster is far simpler than dealing with Trigon. We only need to banish him."
Tony said lightly.
(end of chapter)
2022-10-19 Author: Great Demon Spirit
Earth, Coast City.
The retired pilot Hal Jordan’s luck had turned.
"Ha, my luck is really turning around."
Walking down the street, Hal whistled at a beautiful woman who walked past, earning him a fierce eye-roll.
Hal had a sturdy build, a result of his years as a pilot. He had followed in his father's footsteps; his father was a pilot, so he became one too.
Unfortunately, during a test flight, he recklessly performed a stunt that caused the fighter jet to crash, ruining his beloved flying career.
His deceased parents would surely be relieved. His father died in a plane crash when he was young, and his mother, unable to forgive him for continuing to be a pilot, swore never to see him again and died shortly after.
Well, now he wasn't a pilot anymore.
Hal's life was practically a tragedy. Coupled with his blunt, almost goofy personality, much like a husky's, he was the type to say whatever was on his mind, which had led to him talking back to his superiors more than a few times when he was a pilot.
Honestly, Hal's personality was too straightforward. It was easy to make his bosses lose face, and when they lost face, he would get fired. Hal had gone through many jobs, but he was dismissed from all of them.
Even though Hal tried his best to be optimistic, he couldn't hide the destitution of his life.
But just a few hours ago, everything had changed. A newly established aviation company had sought him out, specifically hiring him as a flight stunt instructor.
In the words of that courteous fellow, "Mr. Hal Jordan, your talent in flying is astonishing. Although you have a less-than-pleasant history with flight accidents, we believe that was an isolated incident. Our company hopes to cooperate with you and is willing to offer you a salary of one million dollars a year."
The most wonderful part was the next sentence.
"If you are willing, we can sign the contract right now and advance you one year's salary."
One year! One million dollars!
All his suspicions vanished before the million-dollar sum that arrived in his account on the spot. Was this company colluding with a bank to scam a penniless guy like him? Impossible.
He, Hal, had truly seen his fortunes turn!
The more he thought about it, the more excited he became. Hal decided he should first buy himself a nice car. With that in mind, he immediately took out his battered cell phone and dialed a number.
"Hey, my dear Carol, your voice is as charming as ever. Are you free tonight? ...What? Invite you to dinner? No, no, no, you misunderstand. Here's the deal, I want to buy a car, and you know my credit at the dealership has hit rock bottom. I desperately need someone to co-sign for me... Why are you cursing at me???"
Beep, beep, beep...
Hal stared at his phone, completely bewildered. But it was nothing. Hal's most prominent ability was being carefree, a trait that could rival a husky's.
Soon, he pushed the matter to the back of his mind and cheerfully walked into a clothing store...
...
"So, Hal's employment issue is resolved?"
Tony rubbed his forehead, sitting on a brown velvet sofa, and took a sip of tea.
"Yes, and we've paid him one year's salary." The "courteous" man now stood ramrod straight in front of Tony, his aura completely changed, becoming like that of a dormant beast.
That's right, he was actually an immortal warrior who had been injected with a serum.
"Good. Remember to prepare a few more planes for him to crash for fun when he has nothing to do. But pay attention to his protection; he absolutely cannot be allowed to die. Send a few warriors skilled in disguise to protect him at all times. Let him do whatever he wants—go to bars, pick up girls, street race, crash planes... as long as he doesn't do something stupidly illegal, he can do anything. If he's short on money, you guys come up with all sorts of reasons to stuff money his way, like a year-end bonus or a company performance award. Just shove it into his arms."
Tony instructed him solemnly.
"Yes!"
The warrior nodded and left at Tony's signal.
Tony sank his muscular frame into the soft sofa, lost in thought.
His tight black shirt revealed his rock-hard muscles, and his focused gaze was contemplating something.
Hal Jordan, the original Green Lantern, was being repaid by him in this manner.
No, it couldn't be called repayment, but rather a small, insignificant compensation.
The moment Su approached the Solar System, Tony had sensed him. Arranging for Optimus Prime to go to Mars back then was done with the Green Lantern ring in mind.
Optimus Prime had taken the Green Lantern ring that originally belonged to Hal, even if he had taken it by his own merit, because Optimus Prime's willpower was definitely far stronger than Hal Jordan's.
But since Tony had the ability, he certainly wouldn't mind compensating Hal a little.
Hal didn't have a job? Tony arranged an incredibly leisurely one for him, where he would pilot a plane once in a while and play around as he wished. At worst, he'd crash a few.
They were Decepticon warriors anyway. They just had to make the crash look realistic, transform, and appear a bit more miserable.
Hal wasn't good at handling complex workplace relationships? As blunt and straightforward as the divine beast, the husky? No problem. Tony arranged all the personnel for the entire company, specifically hiring seasoned professionals who excelled at patience. Even if they had to pretend, they would maintain a good relationship with Hal and ensure he had a pleasant time.
Hal lacked money? His account would be monitored around the clock. When his funds ran low, they'd find a reasonable excuse, like a timely increase in the company's stock value or a large corporation investing new capital, allowing the company to legitimately give Hal more money.
He would do his best to ensure Hal's future life was fulfilling and happy, and he placed Hal's safety at a very high standard, guaranteeing someone would be there to save his life if any disaster struck.
He was just short of helping Hal pick up girls himself, for example, by creating all sorts of coincidences between him and Carol. Like a car suddenly blocking Carol's path for a few seconds, another car causing a traffic jam, a few burly men accidentally bumping into Hal, and so on, creating all sorts of "coincidences."
But considering that husky-like personality of his, trying to set him up... would be difficult.
Hell-level difficulty.
Tony had already done all he could. Any more than this wouldn't be repayment or compensation; it would be like he'd adopted a son, which would just be awkward.
A familiar fragrance wafted over. Wanda, dressed in fiery red, sat down next to Tony with a plate of pastries and gave him a peck on the cheek.
The space dog Cosmo came trotting over, tail wagging and jumping around, hoping Wanda would give him a kiss too.
Tony shot it a glare and kicked it away.
Cosmo let out a whimper and ran off with its tail between its legs to go bother Krypto, who was sunbathing in the yard.
"What's making you so troubled, Doomsday?" Wanda asked.
"No, I was personally making arrangements for Hal Jordan. He's a very interesting guy," Tony said with a smile.
He didn't tell Wanda the details; it was just a small compensation for Hal.
After all, it was within his power, something he could do with a snap of his fingers, so he just did it.
"Then have you figured out how to deal with Ancient Doomsday? That's an enemy even more terrifying than a Trigon Clone," Wanda said, her face full of worry.
"Quite the opposite. Dealing with that monster is far simpler than dealing with Trigon. We only need to banish him."
Tony said lightly.
(end of chapter)
