Superman

If he continued to infer, the seriousness of this matter was beyond his imagination.

If all this is true, Luke's guess is the correct answer.

The start of the Third World War may no longer be a worry or a joke for historians.

You must know that the nuclear button of the United States is in the hands of the President, and he can make bad decisions to destroy the world at any time.

Howard once heard that every president "inherited" a black suitcase when he handed over power.

It weighs about eighteen kilograms and has a strong combination lock on it.

The surface is a titanium shell specially manufactured by Zero Halliburton, which is bulletproof, dropproof, and collision-proof to prevent all accidents and is of high quality.

Usually, five special bodyguards take turns guarding the president 24 hours a day. Even if they go to the toilet, they will not leave the president for half a step, and they have the right to kill any suspicious person on the spot without warning in advance.

Under heavy protection, except for the president himself, almost no one can approach this suitcase at will.

"Don't be so nervous, Howard, it's not there yet."

Luke appeased the other party's emotions, launched nuclear weapons, and opened a new copy of the global wasteland. This situation should not happen.

Conqueror Kang is the kind of strategy player, who is more inclined to silently develop a wave, and then change history and conquer the world.

"Who can guarantee that that boring guy who travels through time and space will not be a madman!"

Howard covered his forehead and said a little anxiously.

He is an arms dealer, not against war.

But not the slightest interest in the terrible catastrophe of world destruction.

From Luke's mouth, we can know that the bastard who called himself the conqueror's biggest hobby is to play badly in one timeline, and then go to the next timeline.

For him, a devastated world may be far more interesting than a normal and peaceful world.

"I've seen that suitcase. There is actually no nuclear button in the true sense. Starting a nuclear war is not a simple game that can be done by just pressing a thing."

There was a hint of a smile on the corner of Luke's mouth. The so-called "nuclear button" did not mean that after the button was pressed, the nuclear bomb was lifted into the sky and the mushroom cloud exploded.

If it is really that simple, then who can guarantee that the person sitting on the presidential seat will not be a war madman?

It is by no means the wise man to tie the safety of the world to the individual.

"Then what is it?"

Howard asked curiously.

The legendary nuclear weapon suitcase itself has a layer of mystery.

"Four copies."

Luke said succinctly.

"One is to record the number of nuclear weapons of the United States, the location of deployment, and the planned launch route."

"The second is the secret list. If a war starts and the situation is urgent, the location of the secret bases that can be used by the president."

"The third is the wartime radio program. Once the homeland is bombed, it can launch a speech to the whole country."

"The last one is the serial number of the identity verification, which is used to confirm the directive of the president himself."

"Besides, there is also a safe and confidential private phone in it, which is a customized model produced by Skynet, which can directly connect to the Pentagon's nuclear warfare center and various air force headquarters."

Luke revealed the top secrets of the White House like a few treasures.

Howard was taken aback when he heard this, and almost thought that Lieutenant General Superman had once been the president, otherwise how would he know so clearly?

"You, where did your news come from?"

He held back for a few seconds, but still couldn't help asking.

"That suitcase is usually placed in the basement of the East Room of the White House. Because the president must be carried by the entourage when he goes out, I was also curious at the time, so I read the contents inside."

Luke shrugged and replied calmly.

The titanium shell can never block Superman's sight.

"This is indeed you."

Howard gave a thumbs up and tightened his clothes by the way, as if he was worried about losing his clothes.

"Only you will use this ability to see other people's naked bodies."

Seeing this action, Luke showed a look of disgust instead.

"Then what are you going to do next?"

Howard coughed twice, and covered up his embarrassment by changing the subject.

"Not ready yet."

Luke actually wanted to fly directly to the White House, kick open the gate, and punch the president sitting in his seat to death.

According to his creed, as long as he is 60.00% sure about one thing, he can let go and do it regardless of the consequences.

"Before that, I need to confirm the identity of the president."

Luke raised his eyebrows, and said softly: "But I also think that Kang the Conqueror will probably guess this and be prepared to deal with it."

"So, I'm going to make things a little more complicated and play this game with him."

Howard scratched his hair, only talking about force, he has great confidence in Lieutenant General Superman.

Aryan Superman, Namor, Sebastian Shaw, these people have already proved Luke's strength with their own dismal end.

However, this time his opponent is a future stowaway traveling through time and space.

If you are not careful, you may encounter a rollover situation.

"I tell you these things to prevent accidents."

Luke's eyelids droop, making it impossible to see what he's really thinking.

"Don't tell anyone, especially Paige. She's not going to help you, just worry."

Howard nodded, expressing his understanding.

Most of the time, he acts unreliable.

Occasionally, though, it becomes reliable.

"The first step in this game starts with Nick Fury."

Luke put down his glass, already thinking of the right person for the task.

"The new agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. exposes the dirty collusion between the top White House and the Vampire Council. This will be great news that people will talk about."

Chapter 196? Steady driving skills, professional old driver

Nick Fury lives in a one-room apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, D.C.

When the morning sun shone through the window, his body seemed to be loaded with springs, and he suddenly jumped out of bed.

Stretching his right hand towards the bedside cabinet, he pressed the alarm clock that was about to make a harsh sound in time.

"Mommy Falk! You can't be late on the first day of employment!"

Young Fury sprinted into the bathroom while saying the catchphrase.

After spending 10 minutes on personal hygiene, he showed his white teeth in the mirror.

Put on an ordinary suit and comb your hair to look like an adult, and the last step can be omitted.

When Fury was studying in the past, he found that he had the potential to become a black singer.

He once wore an afro, hugged an electric guitar, and yelled at a community school event, only to be nearly kicked off the stage.

Since then, Fury has lost his dream of being a singer, shaving off his hair that swelled like a cloud and replacing it with a crisp cut.

It's a pity that there is no form of rap at the moment, and jazz and rock music are prevalent.

Otherwise, with Fury's racial talent, maybe he can make his debut and become an idol.

"Have a hot dog! Remember to add the chili sauce!"

Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy a breakfast.

He lived in an African-American community, and the environment was not good.

Gang members are rampant, there is always an unpleasant smell in the corridor, and there will be criminal incidents of burglary or theft every now and then.

The only advantage is probably that the rent is cheap enough.

"You look like you've won the lottery."

The stall owner passed over generous portions of chili con carne, clearly a special treat.

When he was blackmailed by gang members before, Fury helped and stopped the other party's behavior.

As a "clip" in the mouth of gangsters, he still has a deterrent effect on those street gangsters.

"Same as that. Rubio, who's your favorite star?"

Fury took a bite of the sauce-smeared hot dog, a contented expression on his face.

"Betty Page! She's so sexy I do it to her poster almost every day"

"Male! I mean male celebrity! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you do traditional crafts."

Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also has a sexy poster of Betty Page at home, but at most he just looks at it before going to bed, and then strives to have a beautiful dream.

"Well, probably Clark Gable, I like his It Happened One Night."

The stall owner scratched his head. Speaking of male stars, he didn't talk about the excitement of female stars and acted calmly.

"Then you can think that I'm about to meet Clark Gable and work for my idol. What's the difference between that and winning the lottery?"

Between Fury's words, he showed excitement.

"Then I'd rather win the lottery!"

The stall owner muttered, he couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.

The latter didn't say much, it was impossible for him to publicize the fact that he was interviewed by Superman everywhere.

"I wish you have a nice day."

Fury quickly ate his calorie-filled breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog stand, and flagged down a taxi.

"It seems that I have to buy a car in the future. I don't know if the staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. have related subsidies."

With this in mind, Fury stepped into the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D., just in time for the clock-in at nine o'clock.

"Hi, I'm Nick Fury."

Following the guidance of the front desk, he took the elevator to the storage area of ​​the logistics department.

Received two sets of work uniforms for changing and washing, a name tag to prove his identity, and a gun and a fixed number of bullets.

Then, go to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract, and go through the process to complete the entry procedures.

"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D., Agent Fury."

The management of the personnel department reached out and showed a certain degree of goodwill.

"The organization has a task for you."

A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect that he would be able to receive the above task on the first day of work.

The working atmosphere of S.H.I.E.L.D. is so strong, is the working environment so tense?

"May I know what the task is?"

Fury asked subconsciously.

He is currently an agent of the Intelligence Service.

As a newcomer who has just joined the job, it usually takes a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before formally participating in various actions.

"You'll find out soon enough."

The management of the personnel department stared at the bewildered Nick Fury with envious eyes.

"This is a good thing that many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. can't wait for!"

Fury, who was full of doubts, came to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D. according to the other party's instructions.