Lord of Cinder in American Comics

"Pass!……!"

A muffled explosion came from outside the bar, turning the bar door into splinters and the glass into shrapnel that sprayed into the interior.

The guard grabbed the president by the collar, dragged him under the bar, and pulled him toward the back door of the bar.

The explosions outside had just ended, but a series of gunshots signaled the continuation of the bad situation.

A red-haired man wearing a skull mask and a metal prosthetic arm on his left arm was firing a machine gun wildly in the direction the president had left.

There was no one outside the bar anymore; ordinary people are first-rate at escaping. Only the Secret Service was injured.

After finishing his volley, the Winter Soldier pulled several smoke grenades from his body and threw them indiscriminately into the bar and on the street before disappearing into the smoke. The briefcase inside the President's car also vanished with him.

Upon receiving news of his success, Pierce smiled and clinked glasses with Gary across from him, saying, "Looks like Fury did leave something behind. The pheromone spray can amplify a person's desires and lead to unexpected decisions. It's really useful..."

Unlike before, when he was suppressed and unable to speak in front of the president, Gary sipped his drink with ease and said, "And even if they find out, it will only lead back to Nick Fury. It's really useful..."

"Homage to the Hydra!"

"Respect to Nick Fury!"

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Chapter 429: Digging a Hole

After the president was attacked, the Secret Service, the Bureau of Investigation, and even the newly opened alien management center all received notices to assist in the investigation.

However, when the notification was sent to the Control Bureau, trouble ensued.

"The chief is unavailable to assist with the investigation. However, we can provide support with a batch of combat units; how about sending Frank?"

This was Anderson's reply. When asked where Ash had gone, Anderson replied, "Pretty close, on the far side of the moon. It was a private trip. You know, as the head of the Bureau of Control, the Director is incredibly busy every day and needs rest!"

The messenger sensed boundless resentment in Anderson's calm tone.

'Maybe their bureau chief didn't take him on his trip? That must be it!'

Thus, the Bureau of Control did not participate in the investigation, and the President returned to his White House.

The president is safe and sound; only a few Secret Service guards lost their lives, but this is of little consequence to the investigation.

The White House's other response was that they had not lost any classified items or intelligence.

No one would believe that the attack was to fire a salute to you?

But since the White House has given its answer, everyone can only take it seriously. After all, the president is a consumable, and it's just a matter of whether he'll be consumed in this term.

The attack investigation could only proceed in a muddled manner, and under the manipulation of some people, the blame was shifted onto Nick Fury.

'Nick Fury! Heinous crimes!'

After shouting the slogan, aside from slightly increasing the bounty on Nick Fury's wanted poster, it had no impact on the world.

Or rather, the impact isn't on Earth, but on Ash.

The existence of extraterrestrial beings on the moon is no secret to Earth's higher-ups.

After World War II, the Russians wanted to take a breather by relying on space, so they started a lunar migration plan. However, when the Earth's troops assembled and prepared to open a passage to the moon with supernatural power, the Inhumans brought news from the moon.

The Spicy Crispy Squad, heading to the moon, was defeated by the Inhumans!

Therefore, Earth allows extraterrestrials to occasionally come to Earth to improve their lives, and the existence of extraterrestrials on the far side of the moon does not affect the basic shape of Earth.

The regularly launched probe satellites will also include the lunar aliens in their surveillance range.

Now that Ash is on the moon, Earth has to think about this.

The detector was activated, and the flying city of Attilia came into view. The giant, snake-like metal worm pulled on the ground, trying to break through the city's defenses.

Such a gigantic machine could only be the Transformers that invaded Earth back then!

As the burrowing demon and Atilan were locked in a stalemate, a green smoke gradually appeared on the city's defensive shield.

The green smoke, like a swarm of ever-growing insects, gradually devoured the corpses of the Transformers. Then it began to consume the burrowing demons.

Seeing this, Earth was relieved; the green smoke was clearly Cobra's nanoweapon. And only a few places on Earth possess such weapons.

Stark happened to be on the list of people traveling to the moon provided by the Bureau of Control.

The Earth General Staff quickly offered an explanation: Ash's temporary stay on the moon was indeed due to external forces. This unexpected situation would also reduce his suspicions about an attack by the President.

But nobody cares about the president anymore. There's nothing to lose anyway, and the position of president is just a consumable.

The important question now is where the fantastical city of Attilion, a city belonging only to the Inhumans, will go.

Black Bolt and his brother Maximus exchanged a glance, subtly conveying their thoughts.

The original plan was to use this crisis to reorganize Atilian, which had become rife with class contradictions, and Maximus, having lost his power, could lead the rest of the ordinary people.

However, the favor that Stark originally wanted to force upon Ashe and the others has been ruthlessly returned to them.

Even after the Transformers were defeated, Atilian still owed Stark a favor.

This rendered the Black Bolt brothers' desire for external help, which they sought to change Attilion, futile.

Looking at Ashe and Stark's nonchalant attitude of just waiting to die, it's practically a clear message: leave me alone. Asking them for help is simply inappropriate.

Now that Atilan has moved from its original location, and the anti-gravity engine has destroyed the original geological structure, lowering the city would be catastrophic.

So the aliens, without communicating with Earth beforehand, parked the city in Earth's orbit and slowly descended.

For most people on Earth, a city floating in the sky has captured their attention.

While curious, there was more worry. Past disasters were still fresh in everyone's mind, and Attilius's rash intrusion made the Earth tense once again.

However, after entering Earth's orbit, Attil's backup plan that she had left on Earth came into play.

The newly established alien management center took over the matter. When Russell rushed to Atilia, he found Ash and the others already packed up and ready to go home.

"What? The intelligence I received indicated that they were superhumans?"

Faced with Russell's question, Ash shrugged and said helplessly, "I'm just hitching a ride. Shanalot will pick us up soon. You can continue..."

Russell saw Ash and was unwilling to let him go so easily.

Russell pulled Ash aside and whispered, "Is there anything fishy about this?"

"Life on the moon isn't easy either, so they want to go back to Earth!"

"Where is the strength?"

"A variety of abilities emerge endlessly and are impossible to defend against, but there are only a few truly powerful individuals capable of destroying a city in one strike. Good luck!"

Ash patted Russell on the shoulder, noticing the beads of sweat on his forehead, and comforted him.

"Oh...right! Be careful with your mental defenses, to prevent your memories from being altered or something..."

After patching up Russell's situation, Ash and the others left Atilia in Shana Lotte, leaving the mess to Russell, who was already preparing to call for Daveline's support.

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At the Colosseum in Rome, at Patch's old stall, Sitwell smiled and bought a pile of rubbish scraps, thus gaining the opportunity to talk to Patch.

Sitwell was already overjoyed. Only that idiot Crossbones would refuse such an opportunity to communicate. It's just a little money. He can just go back and submit a report ten times the amount and wait for reimbursement!

Sitwell handed the box containing the golden apple to Patch, the middleman.

It's not that Hydra doesn't want to see greedy people, but rather that their willful and capricious nature makes them a bit unpredictable.

Now that we have Patch, we can use Patch as a middleman to exchange money for goods. At worst, it just costs a little more money, and it's a mutually agreeable arrangement.

After completing the transaction, Sitwell bought up all the trash at Patch's stall.

Smiling, he handed over a check and asked, "Mr. Patch, do you know about that city that floats in the sky?"

When Patch saw the money, his smile was cruel.

Happily pocketing the check, Patch said, "The Inhumans' city has a deep connection with Hydra. After all, the first Inhuman on Earth was what Hydra calls a god..."

Sitwell wisely handed over another check, carefully noting down the information Patch had provided.

"That was the first Inhuman born on Earth, and he still lives on a distant planet called Maveth. He can persuade all Inhumans to surrender by projecting parasites. The surrender is absolute; there is no possibility of betrayal or being awakened by someone else."

Patch stopped listening at this point, and Sitwell, without any hesitation, took out all the checks he had and stuffed them into Patch's hands.

"Nick Fury once kept a warehouse full of secret items called 084, whose internal name was Obelisk. It was said to have been used to sacrifice to the Hive and open a space portal to the planet Maveth."

Sitwell's hands trembled with excitement; the Hydra god was right before him. In a panic, Sitwell quickly said goodbye to Patch; he needed to tell Pierce the news immediately.

Watching Sitwell sprint off, Patch slowly put away the stack of checks.

"Ashfall is right, the smarter the guy, the easier he is to fool. Let's see who the next unlucky one is..."

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Chapter 430: Steve's Investigation

Poor thing... cough cough... Hydra needs a target, so Ashbringer will give them one.

After all these events, Hydra, for the first time ever, did not act stealthily behind the scenes. Even if they coveted the Titan's genes, they did so through Patch and the Greedy Ones.

This made Ash feel a little embarrassed; Hydra without causing trouble always felt like something was missing.

So, taking advantage of the Inhumans' arrival, they threw out the Hive, letting Hydra pursue it...

As for what big trouble Hydra might cause in the end, wouldn't that provide an excuse to deal with them?

However, now, Hydra of S.H.I.E.L.D. needs to guide that not-so-bright Captain America.

In the past, Steve Rogers, as a battlefield landmark soldier, was used to leading from the front and was always at the forefront in his fighting style.

But today, his willingness to lead from the front is seen by his teammates as a reckless and mindless charge, a blatant disregard for exposing his teammates' positions.

After all, warfare has evolved to this point, and in small-scale conflicts, the key to combat is often early detection, early strikes, and early elimination. Steve's actions undoubtedly disregarded the safety of his teammates.

This has drawn criticism from action teams that have previously worked with Steve.

Having lived through years of war during World War II, Steve's habits were hard to break overnight. He was equally anxious, actively participating in training to try and change himself while also working with his teammates.

That day, after finishing combat training, Steve was about to take a shower to wash off the dust when he found several members of the action squad gathered together, laughing at something on their phones.

"This whole burst of bullets didn't hit a single one! Even a marksman wouldn't be this bad! Do you think the President staged this himself...?"

"Cough cough! What nonsense are you spouting!"