Superman

"The departure of a hero, the fall of a star, and the collapse of a lighthouse are really touching."

"I think Mr. President may not be so sad when his father passed away. Forgive me for using such harsh words. As long as I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite will be halved. This is why I have lost a lot of weight recently. "

"With all due respect, the president's behavior is like a thief who breaks into the house and is always worried about the owner's return. Even though he is sitting in the White House and is the nominal manager of the country, his inner timidity and fear cannot be concealed at all. .”

"The situation in the world is changing. Knowing that Superman is missing, the Soviet side celebrated with vodka in the Kremlin that day! A sword of Damocles that was hanging over their heads and would fall at any time disappeared. I believe those high-ranking officials can finally sleep Get a good night's sleep and stop worrying about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them in Red Square."

"The important weight to maintain the balance has been lost, and the relationship between the two superpowers has become increasingly tense. A month and a half ago, the White House had a heated discussion on whether to deploy medium-range missiles, Raytheon missiles, and Jupiter missiles in Italy and Turkey."

"Peace and beauty have long since disappeared with the departure of Superman. Only the shadow of nuclear war remains!"

"The atmosphere of terror is pervasive. I heard that Castro has asked the Soviet Union for help. The pace of World War III seems to be getting closer, and the scale of the doomsday clock is advancing steadily and resolutely."

After writing this, Howard's frown deepened.

He sighed, put down his pen, and subconsciously stroked those two mustaches.

Reaching out to pick up the wine glass on the table, he took a sip of whiskey.

On Howard's face, the cynicism of the past has disappeared, and it is full of worries about the future.

"After Superman left, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s life was not easy. It lost the huge organization it relied on and supported. It was like a giant with a limping leg, faltering and struggling."

"That guy in the White House is actively dismembering S.H.I.E.L.D. and limiting its powers. FBI, CIA bastards, love it."

"I'm not sure if I'm being watched. The only ones who know the identity of the president are me and Nick Fury, a black-faced agent with no sense of humor."

"I've tried everything, and even just a week ago, Skynet launched the first artificial satellite."

"I am smarter than the Soviet rocket experts, and their Sputnik [-] is a full eleven days behind me."

"But I still haven't found the whereabouts of Superman. I began to affirm my inner guess. It is very likely that Luke left this planet, and even left this universe."

"In the fifth century BC, Democritus proposed the concept of countless worlds, which he believed to be formed by the movement of atoms."

"Later, the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus said that the world has pluralities."

"Leibniz affirms and adds to this view."

"If all this is true, then Luke may have been taken away from the parallel world due to some kind of force majeure."

"I really want to bring him back. But unfortunately, I haven't been able to find any partner who can communicate quantum mechanics normally and study parallel space-time travel."

"They either thought I was nuts or I was on drugs. It's worth mentioning that there was a young man named Henry Jonathan Pym who wrote some interesting papers that gave me some sparks of inspiration."

"I can only put my hope on the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, but this road is also blocked. The military is considering confiscating that thing in the name of storing dangerous goods and returning government property."

"I don't know what to do. The man behind the White House has cornered me and S.H.I.E.L.D."

"The Hellfire Club can't help either. The White House has a close relationship with Essex Enterprise, which is the latest biological gene company."

"It's not a good situation for mutants, they're animals in cages again. Radicals, moderates bickering, it's a mess to be used as a tool."

"I can't imagine how Luke handled it when he was still around."

"By the way, you can also spare time to engage in some recreational activities that promote physical and mental health."

"I thought it was important for me to learn this practical skill of time management."

""

After writing at his desk for a while, Howard closed his thick personal diary.

This is a habit developed recently. Sooner or later, the White House will attack S.H.I.E.L.D. and itself.

Regardless of the outcome, he has something to leave behind.

Tell others, tell Superman who doesn't know when he will return.

"Why didn't I realize that Luke is so important."

Howard looked up, drank the last sip of whiskey, and then stood in front of the French windows for a few minutes.

Realizing it was late at night, he left his desk, took his suit off the hanger, and pulled out his car keys.

While swinging loudly, he took the elevator to the underground garage.

At this time, most of the staff of S.H.I.E.L.D. have already left work.

In the underground garage, only Howard's footsteps and the softly hummed tune echoed.

"I hate work, I hate working overtime."

He sighed and got into the car.

Insert the key, start the ignition.

The newly bought Ford car pulled out of the garage and sped toward the upscale hotel in Washington, DC.

"The target appears."

A cold gaze fixed on Howard who was driving alone.

Then, there was the roar of an engine.

The car parked on the side of the road followed quietly.

Like a person, following an object.

"Kill Howard."

The order came from the tiny headset.

"receive."

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford car driving ahead, turned the steering wheel and got on the viaduct, ready to take a shortcut to block the other party.

With one foot on the gas pedal, the whole journey was swift and fast.

"Jarvis, what's the matter? Claiming to be my friend? In the afternoon? I don't remember"

Howard was holding the steering wheel while answering the phone.

Fortunately, he didn't know a certain guy named Strange, otherwise he would definitely know that the driving was irregular and he might pay a heavy price.

"Wait! Damn Falk!"

Howard, who answered the phone, suddenly saw a car rushing out of the sky.

The tires rubbed against the ground, making screeching noises, blocking the middle of the road.

He was so scared that he quickly slowed down and braked, and his whole body was hard against the steering wheel.

Before Howard could yell, a black figure that perfectly blended into the night pushed open the car door and got out.

Holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, he skipped the clichéd link of saying harsh words and explaining his intentions, and fired directly.

Da da!Da da da!

The window glass with bulletproof function suddenly cracked like a spider web.

The dense bullets almost turned the car body into a hornet's nest.

After nearly two minutes of violent shooting, the killer threw away the submachine gun that had emptied two magazines, and walked straight to the Ford.

Raising his hand, he pulled open the bulletproof car door full of bullet holes, like tearing off a piece of flimsy thin paper.

Such power is simply inhuman!

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Before he could confirm the target, a heavy iron fist hit him head-on!

Boom!

The exoskeleton mechanical arm, like a compressed spring, tightened suddenly, and then blasted out.

The terrifying force enough to penetrate the steel plate hit the killer's chest.

Click!

Without any suspense, the killer was sent flying and hit the stone pier of the viaduct.

I saw the man's sternum collapsed and he spit out blood.

The body that fell on the ground twitched twice, and then fell silent.

"Heh, do you really think that sending some miscellaneous fish over can solve me?"

Howard, who was wearing a portable exoskeleton armor, squeezed out of the car door and smiled triumphantly.

Chapter 2 Seventy

Because of Luke's existence, the butterfly flapped its wings desperately, causing many unexpected and strange changes.

For example, Captain America didn't fall into a glacier and just fell asleep.

Or, the original Iron Man was Howard Stark, not his son.

This idea was Luke's whim, planning to find something for Howard to do.

Any concept and design that stays on paper is a completely feasible implementation plan for a genius like the latter.

Therefore, as early as when Superman went to the Earth199999 universe, Howard developed the first machine.

The first-generation model is similar to Oba Destan's Iron Overlord, a stupid, thick, secure and deterrent power armor.

It was his secret weapon, kept in the basement of the Stark mansion.

This set of portable mechanical exoskeleton was developed some time ago to deal with critical situations.

Didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!

Howard seemed to be wearing a steel coat. His arms, waist, legs, chest, and head were all covered with hard metal like bones for protection.

"Oh, Jarvis, it's all right, there was a little accident."

He picked up the mobile phone that was left on the back seat, and said calmly.

After taking out the killer with one punch, Howard fully understands what it's like to have power.

This is a refreshing experience that cannot be experienced by crushing others with brains and wealth.

"It's hard to imagine how satisfying it is to be as superhuman as Luke is."

Howard muttered under his breath.

Male creatures always yearn for the most primitive and pure power.

"By the way, I still need to call S.H.I.E.L.D. to come over and wash the ground. If I knew I should have saved a life just now, I could give it to Nick Fury to see if I can come up with any useful information."

It was the first time in his life that he fought with someone and beat him to death. Howard didn't overreact.

He is an arms dealer, specializing in death and chaos.

I am used to seeing stumps and broken arms, blood flowing freely.

To the dead and corpses, they have long had psychological immunity.

"Howard Stark, confirm the target is alive and continue the mission."

Just when the original Iron Man was full of ambition, two more people got off the car that blocked his way.

They wore the same combat uniform, with a flak jacket over it, half-face masks and tactical eyepieces.

"Did you just hide in the trunk?"

Howard groaned.

Where were these two guys hiding before?

I didn't even find out.

"Who sent you? Hydra? The White House? The Soviet Union?"

For a while, many possibilities popped up in Howard's head.

As a scientific research consultant of S.H.I.E.L.D., a world-class genius and a military tycoon

It seems that there are many big bosses or other forces that he can offend.

The two figures were silent, holding a Bobosha submachine gun in both hands, and fired directly.

They approached step by step, and the dense rain of bullets intertwined into a large net, enveloping Howard.