American comic book: God among men, Saiyan-Kryptonian hybrid

Chapter 43: Standoff with S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury's refusal to negotiate!

Carrot El walked out without looking back, facing everything that was rightfully his to face, without flinching or backing down, under Joe El's approving gaze.

As his heavy footsteps slowly trod on the vast expanse of white snow, he left footprints as thin as cicada wings.

The emblem and black cloak, bearing the hopes of the El family, also appeared deep and captivating in the sunlight.

As Joe Al watched Carrot's retreating figure, he felt a sudden, inexplicable sense of relief, as if his child had grown up.

His son had already planned everything and was determined to forge ahead into the future.

Fortunately, Carrot did not inherit the Saiyan race's genes in his mind.

He was a civil official, so the child's wisdom must have been inherited from him!
Thinking of this, even now as an artificial intelligence, Jor-El feels incredibly happy.

"Are we going out?"

Tony Stark glanced at Natasha, looked at the overwhelming army in front of him, and hesitated before swallowing hard.

Natasha Romanoff stretched her limbs and nodded to Joe Al:
"Just to be on the safe side, I think we should go out and take a look."

"call"

On the vast white snowfield, the howling wind played a clear melody, and a black cloak came into view, highlighting the footsteps of a lone figure walking up the mountain.

The figure stood on the cliff, sunlight streaming down his back, like a saint descended to earth, looking down at the heavily armed crowd in the distance.

Everyone was on high alert, watching this scene with bated breath.

An endless sea of people looms overshadowing tanks and missiles.

Some people silently gripped the gun handle, nervously pressing the butt of the gun against their chest.

Someone hovered in a corner of the sky, ready to press the button to launch a missile at any moment.

The snipers wiped their scopes dry, adjusted the crosshairs on their rifles, and locked onto the bullseye from a kilometer away.

The tank turned its gun barrel around, and the commander observing through the periscope was also waiting for the order from above to provide fire support.

The front of the Kryptonian spaceship was left with nearly 500 meters of white snow.

A black man wearing a black trench coat and a single eye patch was silently watching him, along with a white colonel.

“It was not my intention to speak to you in this form, Carrot El.”

"But my people are disappearing one after another while I'm with you, so I need to get an explanation from you."

Suddenly, a penetrating, clear light filled his vision, and his gaze focused on every inch of Nick Fury's body.

After a quick glance, a subtle, almost imperceptible change appeared in the curve of Carrot El's lips as he crossed his arms.
"I feel the same way; it wasn't my intention to negotiate with you in this manner."

Carrot El hesitated for a moment, then paced to the two of them:

"But whether at Capsule Corporation or now, I don't recall ever inviting your agents to my home."

Nick Fury watched Carrot stroll leisurely, and even standing in front of a massive army, he couldn't detect the slightest fear in the man's eyes.

In response, he could only reply to Carrot's question in the most official and righteous tone:

“I’m sorry, my job is to handle all sorts of strange events, including but not limited to alien invasions or infiltration by espionage organizations and other situations that threaten Earth.” Carrot El smiled calmly: “Then let’s be frank, Director. You can’t possibly restrain me, nor do you have any means to control me.”

"It was impossible in the past, it is impossible now, and it will be impossible in the future."

As soon as he finished speaking, an arrowhead pointed at him appeared on a snow-capped peak not far away. The bow was drawn taut, and Hawkeye Clint Barton's eyes were filled with rage; anyone could see the murderous intent in them.
"Stop talking nonsense, what did you do to Natasha?"

Carrot El turned his head and looked back, noticing that his bow was full of explosive bullets. He glanced at it without changing his expression.
"How should I put it? Haven't you noticed that I've been speaking to you all calmly and patiently the whole time?"

Carrot Al's gaze lingered on Nick Fury, a hint of coldness flickering within his calm eyes:
"Is it the illusion of airplanes and cannons around that makes you think I'm scared?"

"Chief Nick, your men are pointing an arrow at my head."

"I believe that no negotiation in the world has ever been conducted in this form."

Sergio Leon tugged at Nick Fury's sleeve. He didn't know how strong a person was, but if it was possible to achieve peace without war, he would be happy to do so without causing any casualties.

But Nick Fury clearly had the intention of testing Carrot El's power; he wanted to make an accurate assessment of it.

At the same time, the successive disappearances of Coulson and Natasha had almost driven him to the brink of losing his patience.

The controversy surrounding the public release of the research results by the Universal Capsule Company has swept across almost the entire American continent.

This had a very significant impact and shock on S.H.I.E.L.D.

After a long silence, Carrot Al still hadn't received a reply from Nick Fury, and his arms, which had been crossed over his chest, slowly fell to his sides.

"Okay, I thought you wanted to talk to me, but now it seems like you want to take me back."

I originally wanted to talk to you about interpersonal relationships and social etiquette.

But since you don't want to talk about it, let's talk about the one-punch-to-destroy-a-star thing.

Nick Fury did not deny it, he simply corrected it:
"It's to assist in the investigation."

“You’ve been infiltrating Earth for 20 years, Mr. Al. Nearly 17 S.H.I.E.L.D. agents have gone missing while investigating you.”

Carrot El interrupted, "I already said, you can't do it."

"Just try and you will find out."

The next second, Nick Fury clapped his hands, and three figures slowly walked out from below.

The leader, dressed in a blue battle uniform, stood solemnly ready for battle, like a seasoned veteran who had seen death and war with equanimity.

His entire outfit was practically a national flag tattoo on his body. Holding a vibranium shield and wearing a light blue helmet, he stood step by step in front of Carrot, gazing at him in the wind and snow.

Captain America, Steve Rogers!
Another person was dressed very plainly, shivering from the cold in a down jacket, rubbing his hands vigorously. He didn't look like a combatant at all. When he saw Carrot, he even waved to him as if to say hello.

The last woman was the only one among the three who surprised Carrot and made him stop and look at her.

Beautiful as Aphrodite, as intelligent as Athena, more agile than Hermes, and stronger than Hercules.

Diana Prince.

Wonder Woman!

"Indeed, all the results agreed upon at the negotiating table by mankind are based on the premise of the end of the war."

"If you don't want to talk, then let's not talk."

Logically speaking, I thought about it for a long time and the protagonist's nickname should be Super Saiyan, but with that unfortunate kid Gohan as a precedent, I really think it's better to call him Instant Noodles, simple and clear!
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