Superman

Because of Luke's presence, the butterfly flapped its wings desperately, causing many unexpected and strange changes.

For example, Captain America did not fall into a glacier and fall asleep.

Or maybe the first-generation Iron Man was Howard Stark, not his son.

This idea came from Luke's whim, intending to find something for Howard to do.

Any concept and design that remains on paper is a completely feasible implementation plan for a genius like the latter.

Therefore, as early as when Superman went to the Earth-199999 universe, Howard developed Unit 1.

The first-generation model is similar to Obadiah Stane's Iron Overlord, a silly, big, black, and very secure and intimidating powered armor.

That's his secret weapon, kept in the basement of the Stark mansion.

This set of portable mechanical exoskeletons was developed some time ago to deal with critical situations.

I didn't expect it would come in handy so quickly!

Howard was like wearing a steel coat. His arms, waist and legs, chest, and head were covered and protected by strips of hard metal like bones.

"Oh, Jarvis, nothing's wrong, there was a little accident."

He picked up the mobile phone that was thrown on the back seat and said calmly.

After easily defeating the killer with one punch, Howard fully understood what it felt like to have power.

This is the exhilaration that cannot be experienced by using your brains and wealth to crush others.

"It's unimaginable how satisfying it would be to become a Superman like Luke."

Howard muttered quietly.

Male creatures will always yearn for the most primitive and pure power.

"By the way, I have to ask SHIELD to come over and clean the floor... If I had known, I should have left him alive just now and handed it over to Nick Fury to see if I could get any useful information."

For the first time in his life, he fought with someone and beat him to death. Howard didn't have any overreaction.

He is an arms dealer who specializes in selling death and chaos.

I am used to seeing broken limbs and broken arms, with blood flowing everywhere.

I have long been psychologically immune to dead people and corpses.

"Howard Stark, confirm that the target is alive and continue the mission."

Just when the first-generation Iron Man was satisfied, two more people got out of the car blocking the road.

They wore the same combat uniform with a body armor, half-masks and tactical goggles.

"Were you hiding in the trunk just now?"

Howard complained.

Where were these two guys hiding before?

I didn't even notice it myself.

"Who sent you? Hydra? The White House? The Soviet Union?"

For a time, many possibilities popped into Howard's head.

As a scientific research consultant for SHIELD, a world-class genius, and a military tycoon...

It seems that there are many big bosses or other forces that he can offend.

The two figures remained silent, holding a Bobosha submachine gun in both hands, and fired directly.

They approached step by step, and the dense rain of bullets intertwined into a large net, shrouding Howard in it.

"Not even a hello!"

The arms of the mechanical exoskeleton were raised, pushing against the Ford car, and moving forward.

The tires rubbed against the hard ground, leaving dark marks, and the specially-made bulletproof body was riddled with holes.

"Damn it! I didn't bring my Unit 1 with me! Otherwise..."

Howard cursed secretly. This portable mechanical exoskeleton is powered by a battery, and its combat power relies entirely on a metal arm that outputs power from a hydraulic valve.

In addition, there is a powerful electric shock device on the chest that can release high-voltage current.

However, considering the loss of battery energy, this exoskeleton will enter standby mode after being used a maximum of two times.

Facing the fierce suppression of firepower, he was a little unable to cope.

"You have to wait for the opportunity."

Howard made his judgment calmly.

The hydraulic valves of the two mechanical arms open and twist to provide powerful force.

With a sudden movement, he overturned the Ford car.

Then, he kicked it hard.

The heavy car body rolled several times and exploded with a bang!

Raging flames spurted out, causing violent air waves!

"Still alive? This is a super soldier!"

Howard, who was retreating continuously, saw two figures crossing the flaming car wreckage, his eyes were shocked.

The opponent threw away the submachine gun in his hand and casually pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist.

From beginning to end, these killers barely spoke a word, like machines with no emotion.

"fight?"

Howard couldn't help but be overjoyed when he saw that there was no suppressive fire from thermal weapons.

The two legs spread out, like a rampaging mammoth, galloping away, trampling the ground.

An iron fist shot straight out!

Click!

A killer did not dodge, but crossed his arms to parry.

His arm was almost shattered, but he didn't show any sign of pain.

Instead, he seized the opportunity of Howard being stunned and lost his mind, raised his knees up, and hit his abdomen that was not covered by metal.

vomit!

The severe pain and muscle spasms almost made Howard vomit out all the stomach acid.

The other killer moved around behind him in a tacit understanding.

Using the philosophical stance of a strongman locking down a man, Howard's ability to move was firmly restricted.

The latter were not trained special soldiers to begin with and lacked actual combat experience.

After being caught accidentally, his shortcomings were exposed.

Zizz! Zizz!

Howard's brain raced rapidly and he decisively activated the electric shock device on his chest.

The blue arc light kept jumping and was released suddenly.

The killer who went around behind and locked the man instantly gave off the unpleasant smell of being cooked and burned.

However, the other party was also a cruel person, and even so he did not let go.

Bang!

The killer, who was not affected by the high-voltage current, punched Howard in the chest, destroying the battery with such force.

Those cold, empty eyes were staring at the target person, and the tactical dagger held in his right hand was slashing toward the throat.

clang!

The sound of metal clashing that shattered eardrums.

Feeling that death was coming, Howard opened his eyes and saw a round shield accurately hitting the killer. The high-speed spinning force of the shield directly knocked the opponent away.

Then, the shield circled around in a completely unscientific flight path and flew back to its owner's hand.

A tall, strong and handsome man slowly walked into the battlefield.

"Long time no see, Howard."

The man said hello with a smile.

"Captain Rogers!"

Howard was surprised.

He tried to contact Captain America immediately after Superman disappeared, but failed.

After Steve Rogers, who was looking for Bucky, took members of the Howling Commandos to the Soviet Union, he soon lost contact with SHIELD.

Howard was a little surprised by the sudden reunion of old friends.

Although the night is dark and the vision is blurry.

But those two strong chest muscles and the pert and eye-catching American butt are so obvious that they cannot be faked.

This is Captain America!

boom!

Seeing the killer with his right arm bent, he still wanted to charge.

Captain America's eyes were blazing white, and the terrifying energy was like ball lightning, hitting the opponent.

The flesh and blood body was instantly shattered!

The high temperature evaporates everything, leaving no trace behind!

"Sorry, I heard the news about Luke's disappearance, and I should have rushed back as soon as possible. But on the way... something unexpected happened."

Rogers walked over with an apologetic expression on his face.

He dismantled the lost mechanical exoskeleton with his bare hands and freed Howard.

"What happened? Luke...where is he?"

Hearing Captain America's question, Howard smiled bitterly and said: "It's a long story. I also want to know where that guy went."

While the two were reminiscing about old times, the door of the car blocking the road opened again.

Two more killers came down!

"Is this a car with unlimited space?"

Howard's eyes widened. Five people had already walked out of there!

"They...are clone troopers from Essex Corporation."

Rogers didn't seem surprised, taking a step forward and standing in front of Howard.

His eyes sparkled with electricity.

"I have a lot of things I need to tell you, Howard."

Captain America said solemnly.

"About Bucky, HYDRA and...our President!"