Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Just as Steve was about to argue, the machine gun on the right arm of the ATS armored vehicle standing guard nearby began to fire a warning signal. Steve looked at the 25mm barrel and wisely shut his mouth; now was not the time to argue.

In the police station's interrogation room, Ash saw Steve strapped to a chair.

When George saw Ash arrive, he laughed heartily and slapped a bunch of documents into Ash's arms, saying with a hint of sarcasm, "See, someone still dares to impersonate the Control Bureau!"

Ash neatly arranged the documents and said, "I never said he was fake..."

George, with an expression that said, "You think you're faking it, Ash?", said, "What decent person would put their name as Steve Rogers? You're still trying to deny it!"

Ash tilted her head slightly and looked at George with a smile, but the smile in her eyes made George feel even more uneasy.

George's Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily as he said in disbelief, "Could it be... he... how could it be?"

“A while ago, we went to the Arctic and accidentally blew him out.”

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Chapter 374: Internal Strife Among the Defenders

Steve sat upright in the interrogation room, as always.

Ash, on the other side of the glass, asked before George could react, "What did he say?"

George shook his head and said, "No, he requested to see an Army or Bureau of Control military judge or military police. Is he really that person?"

Ash patted George on the shoulder, calming his restless heart for the time being.

After a long time in the United States, Frank, dressed in a lieutenant colonel's uniform, entered the interrogation room with a terrible expression.

Yes, Punisher Flack acted as the military judge of the Bureau of Control, or rather, the Bureau of Control's sole judge.

Frank slammed the police report onto the table and sat down opposite Steve.

"Name!"

"Steve Rogers."

"gender!"

"male!"

"Position!"

"Former member of the Strategic Science Corps, leader of the Howling Commandos, and Army Captain. Currently without a principal position, he still holds the rank of Army Captain and Control Bureau Captain."

With brief questions and answers, Steve, as a soldier, knew what he should say; a flippant, pretentious response would only annoy the military judge. He was caught in a terrible intrusion, and military judges hated nothing more than those who didn't follow the rules.

"Explain clearly everything you did after leaving the Control Bureau! It would be best if you had time to explain!"

"After I woke up, Colonel Anderson gave me my identification and granted me a leave of absence. I left the control center at around 8:10 a.m. and walked from east to west along the road. On the way, I encountered an oncoming vehicle. The driver asked me if I needed help. After I refused, about fifteen minutes later, a vehicle appeared on the road that was swerving..."

After Steve left, he ran into Cassel. Then he got into the drunk woman's car.

Out of good intentions, Steve didn't want to see a woman driving drunk on the road, as that kind of behavior was irresponsible to everyone.

So Steve, acting as the driver, took the drunk woman to her designated location, only to get caught up in that terrible intrusion.

After witnessing various strange events and a standoff, Steve stopped both sides from causing further harm and pulled out his identification, hoping they could sit down and talk things over.

Unexpectedly, the workers abandoned their tools and left with weapons, only to be arrested by the New York Police Department.

Steve was left behind and eventually brought here.

Steve reported everything he had seen in great detail, describing not only the appearances of the people but also repeating the conversations of the strange men.

Listening to Steve's description, Ash realized who those people were.

The invulnerable black man must be Luke Cage, who underwent a transformation surgery in prison, turning him into a man with superhuman strength and a body of steel.

Matt Murdoch, the blind man in a tight-fitting bodysuit wielding a short stick, lost his sight in an accident as a child. After his father's death, he met the Stick Master of the True Pure Society, who not only taught Matt fighting skills but also developed his senses. By day, Matt is a lawyer; by night, he becomes a street hero.

Jessica Jones, the Drunkard, is an unfortunate and pitiful woman. After being exposed to radioactive material in a car accident and remaining in a coma for months, she gained flight and superhuman strength, only to be imprisoned by the Purple Man and turned into a weapon. After escaping the Purple Man, she abandoned her original life and started a detective agency, spending her days drunk.

The man wielding a dazzling, wild fist, known as the Weakest Iron Fist, Danny Rand. Rescued by Kunlun after a plane crash, he learned and inherited the Iron Fist title there.

These four are essentially the main members of the Street Heroes Defenders League. In the original timeline, they were responsible for fighting Kingpin.

But now that Jin has reformed and has no conflicts with these people, why would he attack a construction site?

Ash stopped thinking about what she couldn't understand, and besides, their identities weren't exactly a secret to her.

The original Ash, now that she's reached this point, has no desire to recruit these street heroes. They're weak, troublesome, and can't follow the rules.

So far, Ash has only recruited Roland the Gunslinger and Logan the Wolverine. Roland the Gunslinger has been recruited by the military to become an instructor, so we'll leave his story aside for now.

Logan's good point is that although he's a chatterbox, he can fulfill Ash's requests without any nonsense or other trivial matters, and he can cooperate with any action.

As for Abomination—Blonsky, and Punisher—Frank, they were both soldiers, and obeying orders was their duty. Oh, and there was also Carl, who became Stark's assistant, in charge of mechanical engineering.

To put it bluntly, even the CIA seniors in the Bureau of Control and the hitmen in the community are more law-abiding than these street heroes.

But now, these people have raided the construction site. Everyone knows that Kingpin is under my protection, Ash! Besides, superpowered crimes fall under the jurisdiction of the Control Bureau. If we don't get to the bottom of this, people will think Ash is easy to bully!

We need to let these people know whose territory New York is!

The Control Bureau began a secret mobilization; the black operation commenced...

Luke Cage is tidying up his newly purchased property. He has always dreamed of owning his own bar, and in his chivalrous adventures, he doesn't mind taking a little something to help alleviate his poverty.

For street heroes, this is just an open secret: after fighting crime, it's only right for me to use some of the stolen money to replenish my equipment, right?

Anyway, criminals have so much money, it's all going to be confiscated eventually, so a little more or less doesn't matter.

So Luke Cage put together a bar.

Luke Cage picked up a case of liquor, preparing to put it in the storeroom. Danny Rand reached in, grabbed a bottle, and opened it himself.

"Danny! This is what I need to put into storage."

Leaning back on the sofa, Danny Rand said dismissively, "You'll have money if you beat up a few more thugs, or I'll fill your bar with this liquor once I get the building back!"

Ignoring Luke Cage's slightly hostile gaze, Danny Rand picked up the bottle, gulped down the liquor, and spat out the rest after drinking half of it.

"This is truly garbage, cheap liquor..."

Upon hearing this, Luke Cage threw the box onto Danny Rand's table and reached out to grab Danny Rand by the collar.

A short stick suddenly appeared from the side and struck Luke Cage's wrist precisely, causing him to wince in pain and involuntarily pull his arm back.

"Let's talk about what happened today. Danny, stay humble. I don't believe Kunlun taught you to be so reckless..."

Matt Murdoch, Daredevil, was now dressed in a poorly made-up suit; the wrinkles at the wrists and collar revealed the inconveniences of his life as a blind man.

Danny Rand was somewhat displeased and said, "What are we talking about? Do I need someone else's permission to let people into my own territory?"

“But you haven’t gone through the inheritance process, and the Rand Building was previously under trusteeship. You need to explain your whereabouts over the past ten years and have your DNA tested to prove that you are Danny Rand. Even if you inherit, you will still need to pay 50% estate tax. Legally speaking, we are all trespassers.”

Matt Murdoch pointed out that Danny Rand was all bark and no bite. As a victim of the plane crash, Rand had just returned home to find his building riddled with bullet holes.

Although Ash's compensation was enough to rebuild the same building, and even have a surplus, the current Rand has no heir, so all the compensation is just a mirage.

The disparity in his lifestyle and the sense of loss transformed this once pampered young master into a petty, pretentious, and ultimately worthless wretch.

Danny Rand slammed the bottle on the table, glared at Matt Murdoch, and said, "I thought we were together to stop the Hand Society, not to mess with me!"

"But the Hand and the Society have not launched an attack, and as of now, we are not a group; we are fighting our own battles."

Danny said irritably, "So you know how to fight your own battles? Here, only you and I are targeting the Hands and the Society!"

Danny's words were full of dissatisfaction with Matt Murdoch. Pointing to the silent Luke Cage beside him, he continued, "He's the one you hired, and all he does is mess things up. And that drunkard! I don't know what you saw in her! If you need women, I can find you a whole bunch, and you won't have to take responsibility afterwards!"

Matt suppressed his anger and maintained basic composure, saying, "Danny! I hope you can apologize. They are helpers, comrades-in-arms in the fight against the Hand!"

Danny Rand placed his feet on the table, a faint glint of light emanating from his hands, and said disdainfully, "I could take them all down by myself, I'm Iron Fist! And your freak friends? If they need money, they can be given a little something if they listen to me from now on..."

Luke Cage, who was standing to the side, could no longer stand this arrogant young master and reached out to grab Danny Rand.

Although Danny is known as the weakest Iron Fist in history, he has been learning in Kunlun since he was nine years old, and his basic fighting skills are far superior to those of Luke Cage, who is a brute.

Danny Rand spun around, pinning Luke Cage to the ground, and clenched his fist, slamming it down on Luke's head.

The sound, like a hammer striking an anvil, echoed violently in the room, inevitably interfering with the hearing of Matt, the blind man standing nearby.

Matt misjudged the space and had to crouch down to feel the ground vibrations and understand the situation.

Luke, who was pinned down, mustered all his strength and suddenly threw Danny off his back, swinging his arm out to smash Danny against the bar's fake wall.

Luke wanted to press his advantage, but Matt seized the opportunity to intervene, breaking the short stick open to reveal the rope inside.

Matt swung the rope, like a cowboy swinging a lasso, and looped it around Luke's feet.

Luke inevitably fell down, and Danny got up as well. Just as Danny was about to continue teaching this big guy a lesson, Matt stepped between the two of them.

Matt placed one hand on Luke's head, making it difficult for him to stand up, and the other hand against Danny's chest, gently pushing him back a few steps.

"Stop fighting amongst yourselves! The enemy is at our doorstep!"

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Chapter 375: Iron Fist's Conspiracy

Matt's words calmed them both down. They didn't doubt the truth of Matt's words. After losing his sight, Matt's other senses were pushed to their limits. He could easily perceive subtle clues that normal people could hardly detect.

Just now, Matt placed his hand on the floor and not only confirmed the location of the two people in front of him and the change in their trajectory, he also noticed several subtle sources of vibration outside the bar.

The tremors had engulfed the entire bar; if it weren't for this internal conflict, the enemy might have come knocking without them even realizing it.

The three hid in the bar, intending to use the environment to resist any approaching enemies.

But gradually, they heard the sound of helicopter engines approaching from afar. The noise reminded the three people in the bar that more than one helicopter was circling overhead.

Luke frowned and asked, "Has the Hand become this bold?"

In a metropolis like New York, helicopters are not uncommon; you can even rent one for just a few hundred dollars and fly it around the city.

Flying at low altitudes in a circling manner violates the law and offends others; it is something that is not permitted within the rules.

But now, the circling helicopter has gradually lowered its altitude, and even looking out the window, the constantly blowing dust shows the imminent threat.

Matt had a vague idea of ​​what was going on and said, "It seems that this time..."

Before he could finish speaking, the bar's dome was blown off, along with the front and back doors.