Superman

Universe 1024.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.

In the tall buildings standing on the banks of the Potomac River, the lights dimmed one by one, with only a few offices on the upper floors still on.

Howard was leaning on the desk, writing something quickly.

"This is the eighth month since Superman disappeared. My friend, the Army Lieutenant General at the Pentagon, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D.... He's gone, gone off the planet - I don't think Luke is dead,

Although rumors similar to this are rampant and tend to become more and more intense."

"I also know who is behind this and pushing all of this forward."

"Just two months ago, Mr. President read an emotional eulogy in front of the whole world. So far, the military has not confirmed the death of Lieutenant General Luke Carville, but our President cannot wait.

This announcement - it's really intriguing."

"Although he praised Superman generously and described Luke as a shining beacon of the human world, he also said that losing him would be a huge loss not only to the United States, but also to this beautiful world at peace."

"The departure of a hero, the fall of a star, the collapse of a lighthouse - it's really touching."

"I think Mr. President may not be so sad when his father passes away. Forgive me for using such harsh words. As long as I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite will be reduced by half - this is why I have lost a lot of weight recently.

reason."

"With all due respect, the president's behavior is like a thief who breaks into a house to steal and is always worried about his owner's return - even though he is sitting in the White House and is the nominal manager of the country, his inner timidity and fear are completely covered up.

Can’t live.”

"The situation in the world is changing. After learning that Superman was 'missing', the Soviet Union opened vodka in the Kremlin to celebrate! The Sword of Damocles hanging over their heads and ready to fall at any time disappeared. I believe that those senior officials finally

They can sleep well and no longer have to worry about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them in Red Square."

"Without the important weight to maintain the balance, the relationship between the two superpowers has become increasingly tense. A month and a half ago, the White House had a heated discussion on whether to deploy medium-range missiles, Thor missiles and Jupiter missiles in Italy and Turkey."

"Peace and beauty...have long since disappeared with the departure of Superman. Only the shadow of nuclear war remains!"

"The atmosphere of terror is spreading. I heard that Castro has asked the Soviet Union for help. The pace of the Third World War seems to be getting closer and closer, and the scale of the Doomsday Clock is moving forward steadily and resolutely."

As he wrote this, Howard's frown deepened.

He sighed, put down his pen, and subconsciously touched his mustache.

He reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of whiskey.

On Howard's face, the cynicism of the past is gone, and it is full of worry for the future.

"After Superman left, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s life was not easy. Without the huge organization to rely on and support, it was like a giant with a lame leg, stumbling and struggling."

"The guy sitting in the White House - is actively dismantling S.H.I.E.L.D. and limiting its power. The FBI, the CIA bastards love to hear that."

"I'm not sure if I'm being spied on. Currently, the only ones who know the president's identity are me and Nick Fury, a dark-faced agent with no sense of humor."

"I have tried various methods. Even just a week ago, Skynet launched the first artificial satellite."

"I am smarter than the Soviet rocket experts. Their Sputnik 1 was eleven days behind me."

"But the whereabouts of Superman are still not found. I began to confirm my inner guess that Luke may have left this planet, or even left this universe."

“In the fifth century BC, Democritus proposed the concept of ‘countless worlds’, believing that the world was formed by the movement of atoms.”

"Later, the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus said that 'the world has plurality'."

"Leibniz affirmed and added to this view."

"If all this is true, then Luke may have been taken away to the parallel world due to some force majeure."

"I really want to bring him back. But unfortunately, I haven't been able to find any partner who can communicate normally with quantum mechanics and study parallel time and space travel."

"They either thought I was crazy or thought I was on drugs - it is worth mentioning that there was a young man named Henry Jonathan Pym who wrote several interesting papers and provided me with some inspiration.

of sparks.”

"I can only place my hope on the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, but this road is also blocked. The military is considering confiscating the thing in the name of 'containing dangerous items' and 'returning government property'."

"I don't know what to do anymore. The mastermind hiding in the White House has cornered me and SHIELD."

"The Hellfire Club can't help. The White House has close ties with Essex Enterprises - the latest biogenetic company."

"The situation of mutants is not optimistic. They have become animals in cages again. Radicals and moderates are arguing so much that they have become tools to be exploited... It is really a mess."

"I can't imagine how Luke handled all this work when he was still here."

“By the way, I can also take some free time to engage in some recreational activities that promote physical and mental health.”

"I think it is necessary for me to learn this practical skill of time management."

"..."

After writing at his desk for a while, Howard closed his thick personal diary.

This is a habit that has been developed in recent times. Sooner or later, the White House will attack SHIELD and itself.

No matter what the outcome, he has to leave something behind.

Tell others, tell... Superman who doesn't know when he will return.

"Why didn't I realize before that Luke is so important?"

Howard raised his head, drank the last sip of whiskey, and then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a few minutes.

After realizing that the night was getting late, he left his desk, took his suit off the hanger, and took out his car keys.

While making a clattering sound, I took the elevator to the underground garage.

By this time, most of SHIELD's staff had gone off work.

In the underground garage, the only sounds echoing were Howard's footsteps and the gentle hum of a tune.

"I hate working and working overtime."

He sighed and got into the car.

Insert the key and start the ignition.

The newly purchased Ford car drove out of the garage and sped towards the high-end hotel in Washington, DC.

"Target appears."

A cold gaze stared at Howard, who was driving alone.

Then, the roar of an engine sounded.

The car parked on the side of the road followed quietly.

Like a hunter, stalking his prey.

"Kill Howard."

The order came from the miniature headset.

"receive."

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford car in front, turned the steering wheel and climbed onto the viaduct, preparing to take a shortcut to block the other party.

Just step on the accelerator and you'll be riding fast.

…

…

"Jarvis, what's the matter? Claiming to be my friend? In the afternoon? I don't remember..."

Howard answered the phone while holding the steering wheel.

Fortunately, he didn't know a guy named Strange, otherwise he would definitely know that he was driving irregularly and he might pay a heavy price.

"Wait! Damn Fake!"

Howard was answering the phone when he suddenly saw a car rushing out of the sky.

The tires rub against the ground, making a screeching sound, blocking the center of the road.

He was so frightened that he quickly slowed down and braked, slamming his whole body against the steering wheel.

Before Howard could curse, a black figure that perfectly blended into the night opened the car door and walked out.

He was holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand. He skipped the cliché step of saying harsh words and explaining his purpose, and just opened fire.

Ta da! Ta da da!

The bullet-proof car window glass suddenly cracked with spiderweb-like lines.

The dense bullets almost turned the car into a hornet's nest.

After nearly two minutes of violent shooting, the killer threw away the submachine gun with two empty magazines and walked straight to the Ford car.

He raised his hand and pulled open the bulletproof car door full of bullet holes, like tearing off a fragile piece of tissue paper.

Such power is simply inhuman!

only--

Before he could confirm the target's condition, a heavy iron fist hit him!

Boom!

The exoskeleton robotic arm suddenly tightened like a compression spring and then blasted out.

The terrifying force was enough to penetrate the steel plate and hit the killer on the chest.

Click!

Without any suspense, the killer was knocked out and hit the stone pier of the viaduct.

The man's sternum was collapsed and he was spitting out blood.

The body lying on the ground twitched twice and then became silent.

"Haha, do you really think that sending some miscellaneous fish over here will solve me?"

Howard, wearing a portable exoskeleton armor, squeezed out of the car door and smiled proudly.