Superman

Mister Omen, who ended up slightly better than Kang the Conqueror, the alpha-level mutant, was blasted by Superman to pieces half of his body, barely breathing.

He took out the latter's head and put it in the nutrition cabin. His consciousness was connected with the high-tech computer from the future, and he became a virtual life similar to artificial intelligence.

"Because something is wrong with this world!"

Mr. Sinister's ridicule aroused the sadness of Kang the Conqueror.

"Superman didn't exist! At least in so many timelines I've conquered, I haven't heard his story!"

"That terrifyingly powerful guy, he's like an actor who ran off the wrong set!"

"While adding roles to myself, at the same time making the original story into a mess!"

The conqueror was very upset, like a player who failed to clear the game and was ridiculed.

"Okay, stop talking."

The smile on Mr. Omen's face froze. He didn't want to hear about Superman and know about him.

Every time I mentioned that young lieutenant general, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., half of my body would ache.

The sense of despair that death hangs over the head and there is no room for resistance is really unwilling to relive and recall.

"Anyway, he's gone."

Mister Sinister said so.

It seems to be comforting Kang the Conqueror, and it seems to be talking to himself.

Superman, is a nightmare for them.

"We must be prepared for prevention and not take it lightly."

Conqueror Kang, who only had one brain left, reminded.

"Although, Superman was unintentionally taken away from this universe by my space-time transmission device."

"But no one knows where he went and whether he will come back."

Mister Omen frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.

He felt that Kang the Conqueror had to make trouble for himself, which pot he would not open and which pot to lift.

There are so many universes and countless time and space, how can Superman come back!

"Don't worry, we control the president, which means we have a lot of resources."

For the sake of still needing intelligence information about Conqueror Kang and future technology, Mister Omen remained patient.

"The Essex company has the support of the government, and its development is quite fast. As long as I can completely control the mutants, I can get the S.H.I.E.L.D. gene bank in Lake Acaria."

"At that time, I will not only be able to break through the alpha level limit, but also enter a higher level of ability use."

"You can also use the genes of mutants to create a huge army that is invincible."

"Just like Apocalypse, incarnate as a god and conquer the whole world."

Mister Omen is like an old general on stage, with flags all over his back.

After Superman left this universe, he cultivated his health and healed his injuries.

While working with Kang the Conqueror, he brainwashed the president and established Essex Bio.

With the help of the future technology mastered by the latter, Mr. Omen's cloning technology has made a further breakthrough.

It has been able to manufacture clones in large quantities according to the template of super soldiers.

Such technology has attracted the attention of Hydra.

Both sides are villain camp, and have the same enemy.

So hit it off, each takes what it needs.

In Mr. Omen's view, everything is on the right track and moving forward steadily.

He didn't want anyone to disturb him and interrupt the process.

"By the way, not only Howard Stark, but also Captain America, Nick Fury, they are all key figures."

Kang the Conqueror added.

"If you want to remove instability, it's better to do it all at once."

Mr. Sinister nodded, expressing his understanding.

Assassinating Howard Stark is just an appetizer.

What comes later is the main meal.

Boom!Boom boom boom!

Several bolts of spherical lightning containing high-temperature energy evaporated the killer who appeared later into a ball of coke.

"It should be gone this time."

Captain America wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead, turned his head and said to Howard.

That car, like Wuling Hongguang, has infinite space, and ten people got off in batches.

It's like a continuous stream of small bases for explosive troops.

"I'm skeptical now whether it's a car or an unusual car."

Howard raised his chin and signaled Captain America to take the lead and go to investigate the truth.

The latter had no objection, holding the iconic vibrating gold shield in his right hand to prevent accidents like explosions.

Tear!

Opening the door with bare hands, Rogers saw a silver-white computer with a sci-fi appearance inside.

Ten culture bottles are connected by several red and green lines, and they only need to follow the established procedures to accelerate the ripening and growth.

"It's the technology of Essex Biotech."

Rogers was not surprised, he had seen the same clone warriors in the Soviet Union and Hydra.

Those killers with empty eyes and no emotion are continuously delivered according to the programmed genetic template, like batch products on the assembly line.

"This kind of biotechnology is at least more than a century ahead of the current one!"

Howard glanced a few times and made a judgment.

He has always regarded the recently rising Essex Biological Company as a replica of "Hammer Industries" that relies on government support and contacts.

But seeing cutting-edge technologies such as those culture bottles, gene editing, and overdraft ripening, I can't help but be shocked.

This is not something that can be researched casually!

"I've seen clone warriors like that."

Rogers said in a deep voice.

"When I learned that Superman had disappeared, I prepared to come back immediately, but on the way back, I encountered a large-scale attack."

Howard's eyes were slightly cold, and he felt a big net covering him.

Not only myself, but anyone or anything related to Superman, or who might threaten the other party, must be erased.

"I found similar numbers on some clone warriors, and they were all produced by the Essex company."

Rogers continued.

With the Roaring Commando, he conducted a long-term reconnaissance and obtained some secret information.

"Hydra has close ties to this company, and the man at the helm of Essex, that is, Nathaniel, has always been reclusive and keeps a low profile."

"However, based on my investigation, this individual has close ties to the White House."

"By connecting these threads together, we can arrive at a complete web of relationships."

Hearing Captain America's analysis, Howard nodded slightly, completely consistent with his guess.

"I have some more exciting information that I want to share with you."

He stroked his mustache and said in a deep voice.

The president may be a futuristic impersonator, superman left this universe

These two pieces of news may be more difficult to digest than those above.

If it weren't for his good psychological quality and strong ability to accept, Captain America would definitely think that Howard was crazy to tell such an outrageous "truth".

"Go to my house first. By the way, you are the one who came to the door in the afternoon?"

Captain America nodded, followed the clues, and after finding out the prototype of the mastermind behind the scenes, he wanted to contact Howard.

In the absence of Luke, the latter is probably the only one who is trustworthy and can help.

Howard got into the car, which was in good condition, and planned to go to the villa on Long Island.

His Iron Overlord power armor was placed there. If the Essex Biological Company launched a second round of attacks, his No. [-] machine would definitely surprise the other party.

"Did you get anything in the Soviet Union? I mean, about Barnes."

On the way to drive, Howard took the initiative to find a topic.

He had heard from Luke that Captain America and Bucky had a deep relationship and a deep friendship.

Knowing that the latter might be in the Soviet Union and fall into the hands of Leviathan, Rogers, who had been considering retirement, left his girlfriend in love without hesitation and sneaked into Moscow with the Roaring Commando.

This kind of friendship makes Howard sometimes have some excessive speculation.

"We stayed in Moscow for two months, bumped into the agents of the Red House, and were almost eliminated by them."

Rogers recalled the days when he lurked in Moscow under anonymity, changing identities.

"It is said that the Red House is a secret organization that Leviathan specializes in training spies, agents, and assassins."

"They took in many war orphans and taught them skills such as etiquette, culture, and dance, so that they can enter the upper class in the future."

"Of course, shooting, interrogation, anti-interrogation and close combat are also compulsory courses."

"Everyone is a tool there. The best ones will get the title of Black Widow."

Roger paused, an image of a blonde woman appeared in his mind.

"I bumped into a black widow and had a hard time getting out of the trap with Howling Commandos."

Howard raised his eyebrows. He has always been very sexually interested in female spies and agents.

In Luke's words, eat the sugar coating and shoot it back.

"Bucky did fall into Leviathan's clutches, and he has a new name, the Winter Soldier."

Speaking of good friends, Rogers' tone was a bit complicated.

"Unfortunately, I couldn't bring him back."

"Bucky's existence, as well as his action plan, are secrets in Leviathan, and I have no access to them."

"Coupled with Luke's accident and his sudden disappearance, I can only temporarily give up the idea of ​​rescuing him."

Howard was silent for a moment, the most urgent task is to determine the whereabouts of Superman, and then bring him back.

As long as there is Luke, S.H.I.E.L.D., him and Captain America, and even the Cold War competition between the two superpowers, all crises can be resolved.

Such is the status of Superman!

A weight enough to change the world situation!

"arrive."

The car drove straight in and stopped at the door of the Long Island villa.

"Jarvis shouldn't be asleep yet."

Howard got out of the car, raised his hand and looked at the time.

His personal butler is usually busy until after twelve o'clock, after finishing everything, before going to bed.

"If you're hungry, you can ask him to make a sandwich or something."

Captain America clutched his stomach, he was indeed a little hungry.

As a battleship-level soldier, energy consumption also needs to be replenished.

"Wait! Something's wrong!"