Lord of Cinder in American Comics

Ash stood behind Logan, placed her hand on his shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, there's no threat. Not for now..."

Ash's words made Logan step aside, while the others behind him silently began to check their equipment, placing their weapons and ammunition in the most easily accessible locations.

Under Ash's command, the healing light spread to the large dog Tetanus, which regained its spirit and kept barking at Ash.

Crystal, who had never seen anything like this before, was about to translate the meaning of tetanus when Ash said to the people behind her, "Come on, everyone, it can take us away from the moon, and we can even go to that city for a visit..."

After Ash explained, everyone placed their hands on Tetanus's body, and after a spatial distortion, they all disappeared from the spot.

In Black Bolt's palace, no one objected to Crystal's departure, not only because Crystal was Queen Medusa's sister.

The biggest reason is that big dog named Tetanus.

Tetanus was born in Attilon and gained teleportation abilities after coming into contact with the Terrigen Mist. He is usually the royal teleporter and guard.

Its psychic abilities allow it to sense other dimensions, and its teleportation can ignore space and dimensions; even obstacles like energy barriers have no effect on it.

Its sense of smell allows it to track targets in other dimensions, and of course, it can also sense the life left behind on the lunar surface.

Tetanus sensed Ash and the others, so it hurriedly dragged Crystal away to take away the lives left on the moon.

The psychic ability I just used was to mark Ash and the others to prevent them from getting lost in another dimension during the teleportation process.

"Welcome, friends from afar. Please wait patiently for a while. Once this crisis is resolved, tetanus will send you back to Earth."

The people who appeared in the palace at that moment heard Medusa convey Black Bolt's message.

As lunar inhabitants, Earth is not unfamiliar to them; members of the royal family and other superhumans with teleportation abilities also visit Earth from time to time.

The strange people in the palace recognized the person in front of them at a glance.

As one of Earth's most powerful minds, the super-arms dealer Stark, the Director of Control who manages all anomalous events, Logan, known as the Undying Wolf, and even Karl the Hedgehog messenger still examining the decorations, none of them are people that Inhumans can easily antagonize.

If something happens to this group on the moon, Attilion won't be able to withstand Earth's attack once Earth investigates.

Moreover, Black Bolt has the ability to manipulate energy, and Ash's massive energy and interdimensional connection made him utterly incapable of resisting.

Stark's armor weapon system still marked all the Inhumans present. He looked at Ashe, seeking her opinion.

Ash shook his head slightly, and Stark's system then reactivated the weapon safety.

Then servants brought stools and fruit to entertain Ash and his party in the palace.

Ash sat casually opposite Black Bolt and said, "Thank you, Inhuman King."

Black Bolt nodded slightly, as if in response to Ash.

Stark quietly approached Ashe and asked, "Inhumans? Aren't they all supposed to register with the Bureau of Control? How come they're on the moon?"

Ash tasted the moon's fruit but couldn't find any difference from Earth's. Perhaps it was all sourced from Earth?

Ash tossed aside the fruit pit in her hand and said, "The Inhumans left Earth in the early 20th century; Earth didn't want to go with them..."

"How did they leave? Were they superhumans with large-scale teleportation abilities?"

Ash glanced at Stark. After spending so much time with him, the once-tech pioneer had started categorizing things as superpowers when in doubt.

"Your father was able to build an anti-gravity flight device back then, and now he's married to bald Coulson. How come the Inhumans can't build an anti-gravity engine?"

Although Ash and Stark's conversation was a private one in Stark's eyes, there were no secrets between them when facing an Inhuman.

As a royal advisor, Karnak had gained a deeper understanding of the information Ash possessed. He used his special methods to report his insights to Black Bolt.

Atilian's escape plan is not a good thing for Sentinel Prime and the Fallen, who want to enslave all Inhumans.

The Fallen raised his scepter, manipulating gravity to influence Attilien as he prepared to leave.

The entire city was thrown into an irregular tremor, and Maximus, who was controlling the city's engine, looked at the readings and his expression changed instantly.

"Gravity has increased, and the engine I built can't keep up with the changes in gravity. You have to make a decision, brother!"

Should they land in the city and face the Transformers outside again, or abandon the ordinary people at the bottom of the city and let Attilion accelerate?

Protect the Inhumans or face the disaster together? The Transformers outside are no pushovers.

Just as Black Bolt hesitated, Stark tapped his armor, attracting everyone's attention.

"Leave it to me. Consider it travel expenses!"

Stark pulled a special ammunition from the weapon in his arm armor; it was a completely transparent container filled with a liquid-like green substance.

The nanoweapons that initially sparked the Paris riots have been miniaturized by Stark. This weapon, designed to target metal, is the ultimate weapon against the Transformers.

Stark took out the ammunition, looked around, and handed it to the eager Carl.

"Karl, please, just launch it to the outer edge of the shield. Okay! Thanks, Karl!"

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Overjoyed, Carl, armed with ammunition, went off with Tetanus to avenge his spaceship.

Stark and Ash got together again, just like in their usual slacking-off days, each doing their own thing as if nothing in the outside world mattered to them.

Stark had been waiting for this opportunity since he learned about the Inhumans from Ashna.

The Inhuman's politeness must mean he has some need, and Ash and her own identity are sufficient to help him meet that need.

There's no need for travel expenses. With Ash around, she can just open a portal. Even if opening portals isn't Ash's forte, opening a passage to the Vanaheim dimension is a piece of cake.

But Ashe is quietly staying in the palace, clearly something is on her mind. This matter of repaying the Inhumans can be left to Stark…

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Chapter 428: Respect for Nick Fury

For Ash and Stark, the Inhumans are not a threat, the Transformers are not a threat, and even surviving on an alien planet is not a big problem.

According to the original plan, after the proposal, everyone's life on the moon would last for one or two days, and Ash still did not intend to return to Earth after the spaceship was destroyed.

This is clearly something on their mind, and they need to avoid Earth for a while.

Stark didn't intend to ask why. Everyone has secrets, and Ash had already given him enough support; there was no need to pry.

Moreover, what Stark wants most right now is to get Ash to unconditionally agree to admit Morgan Jr. to Lothric Academy.

Even without Ash, Earth didn't change much. The Bureau of Control remained the same: it would subdue any superpowered criminals and then have Anderson, wearing a prison guard mask, keep an eye on them.

The aliens are now under a new department, except for emergency assistance. The Control Bureau has far less to do.

This was also Earth's decision. Although the Control Bureau still received military funding, it had effectively become Ash's private force.

Separating alien forces is also a way of representing Earth.

The current control bureau has no new blood coming in, and besides, they don't need it. After all, who can use an M2 heavy machine gun like a submachine gun? The entire control bureau can do it now.

In the current control bureau, only the weak need things like ATS exoskeletons—things only sissies would want. Real men fight hand-to-hand in tank suits.

Therefore, a delicate balance is maintained between Earth and the Control Bureau, and the contractual relationship is barely maintained on the basis of non-aggression.

After experiencing numerous crises, Earth's overall strength has steadily increased, gradually giving it the confidence to leave Earth and explore the universe.

Today is the annual government report, where the President will brief Congress on administrative strategies and plans for the coming year.

In reality, these things were all pre-arranged by the coalition, and this report is a detailed breakdown of the sources of campaign funds behind the president.

But this report required dealing with all the senators, a process that lasted for dozens of hours. After finishing, the president, exhausted, rested with his eyes half-closed in the lounge.

'Ding ding ding'

A knock sounded at the door. The special agent standing next to the door raised his wrist and glanced at it. His comrades outside had already told him who it was.

In Congress, defense and security are handled by the Capitol Police. Crowded places are a daily occurrence in Congress, and the Secret Service cannot easily close off a single area.

That's why the situation described above occurs; you only know who it is when someone knocks on the door.

The president rubbed his temples, put on his glasses, and gestured for the guards to open the door.

"Gary! I didn't expect it to be you. Luckily, with your support, today's report wouldn't have been approved so easily..."

The president 'warmly' embraced the newcomer, and before Gary could speak, he took the initiative to talk about his ideas.

Gary felt like he'd swallowed a fly; every time he tried to speak, he was interrupted. He could only manage a forced smile, unable to say anything more.

After the two sides 'talked' for a while, the Secret Service agent came to the president's side and leaned down to whisper something in his ear.

"Sorry, Gary. I have to go. You know, interfering with the boys' defense plans poses a significant threat to me. That's all for today..."

Gary's face turned bright red as he watched the president leave the lounge under the protection of his guards.

After everyone disappeared, Gary regained his composure. He gently fiddled with the cufflinks of his clothes, making a clicking sound, and then pulled out some kind of reagent spray from his pocket and inhaled it deeply.

If you hold those cufflinks up to the sunlight, you'll see that they reflect a Hydra pattern.

The departing president kept urging his guards to move, and judging from his anxious manner, this was definitely not an arrangement by the Secret Service.

As a Hydra agent, Gary had already risen to the position of senator in Pennsylvania, and the political forces he represented were not to be underestimated. To avoid trouble, the president would simply order his men to remove him from the state.

The president's own impromptu change of leadership has led to problems, and he can only blame himself for them...

The straight-line distance from the Capitol to the White House is no more than three kilometers, but the president, who had been questioned all day, was unwilling to let those few kilometers continue to be uneventful.

"Stop the car, I need to get a drink..."

“Sir, this isn’t in the plan, your…”

"No, no, no, I'm still the President, I'm the nominal leader of this country. Besides, this is the Peanut Village Special Zone, don't be so nervous..."

The president's opinion was relayed within the Secret Service, and under pressure, the driver stopped next to a bar.

"Sir, I'll go buy it for you. What would you like to drink?"

The president straightened his clothes, checked his appearance by the reflection in the thick glass, and said, "Don't be so rigid, take a break from work..."

As he spoke, ignoring the guards beside him, he directly opened the car door next to him.

"Sir! Vehicle number one, shift to ring escort..."

The special agents reached out but failed to grab their target, and could only pass information through their earpieces.

For some reason, the president seemed to prefer making decisions on his own today. Perhaps the meeting just now had drained him of too much energy, and he needed to vent...

The bodyguard, finding excuses for himself, glanced at the briefcase at his feet, then at the president who was already standing outside the car under the protection of his colleagues, and followed after him.

Having just treated everyone else in the bar to a round of drinks, the guards, pressed for time, had to urge the commander on.

"This is Peanut Village, there's no way..."