Superman

White House, Oval Office.

After finishing his busy day's work, Mr. President left the chair that symbolized national power.

He pinched the bridge of his nose, took off his glasses, and stood on the carpet embroidered with a bald eagle.

After a few seconds, it seemed like some kind of switch was activated.

The ground shook slightly and slowly descended.

Mr. President stood on a metal lift, surrounded by darkness and unable to see his fingers.

As he arrived, several laser beams enveloped him for scanning and confirmation.

"Welcome back."

The monotonous mechanical sound sounded quietly, and the sensor lights in the underground space were turned on one by one.

This is a building layout similar to a military base, with wide space and cold colors.

Nutrition cabins as tall as a person stand on both walls, two-thirds filled with light green liquid.

The human body, completely red, was soaked in it, like a specimen in formalin.

The President seemed oblivious and continued to walk forward, passing through two thick alloy doors and entering a room.

He sat on the metal chair, picked up the translucent helmet on his right that was connected to many pipes, and put it on.

"Start transmission."

Mr. President's eyes suddenly became empty, and he seemed to have become a puppet, losing his sense of self.

"Business as usual. Continue to accelerate the pace of the Cold War, limit the scope of SHIELD's power, and keep an eye on Howard Stark."

The monotonous mechanical sound reads the memory of Mr. President's brain and then issues instructions.

"He is a very key figure! Iron Man, one of the founders of the Avengers that will be formed in the future, is Howard's son."

"This guy is an out-and-out world-class genius. We need to stay vigilant. It's best to erase him when necessary."

"There is also the Cosmic Cube, which is one of the six infinite stones and an important bargaining chip that Hydra is eager to obtain."

"..."

A monotonous mechanical voice issued instructions one after another.

The whole process, like repeater-style hypnosis, lasted about two hours.

"alright."

Mr. President took off his helmet and left the room.

During this period, he showed no expression, just like a programmed robot, riding the elevator back to the Oval Office.

"Regarding Howard Stark, I have sent killers to prepare to eliminate this guy who may pose a threat."

A tall man with a diamond-shaped gem inlaid on his forehead appeared in the underground laboratory.

"I have said many times that important plot characters like Howard Stark must not be solved casually. It will only cause worse trouble."

There was a hint of anger in the monotonous mechanical sound.

"It's like if Hydra knew the ending of World War II, and then traveled back in time to try to kill Captain America and Superman."

"Unless you make careful plans and eliminate all factors that may lead to failure, you will always face the end of failure."

"Because they are the 'protagonists' of this story, goddess of luck always favors them."

"Nathaniel Essex, I'm an absolute expert on this."

Mr. Omen raised his eyebrows, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and joked: "Your Excellency Conqueror Kang, how did you, who is so smart and wise, fall to this point and become a living thing soaked in formalin?

specimen?"

Following his line of sight, there was a complete human brain in a transparent glass jar.

That is Kang the Conqueror.

He should have died long ago.

The entire person was cut off at the waist by the heat vision, and the lower body was turned into flesh.

In just a few seconds, all life will be lost.

The reason why I can still speak and "alive" is thanks to Nathaniel Essex.

Mr. Omen, whose fate was slightly better than that of Kang the Conqueror - this alpha-level mutant was half-broken by Superman and barely managed to survive.

He took out the latter's head and put it into a nutrition cabin. His consciousness was connected to a high-tech computer from the future, becoming a virtual life similar to artificial intelligence.

"Because something is wrong with this world!"

Mr. Omen's sneer evoked the sadness of Kang the Conqueror.

"Superman... never existed! At least in the many timelines I have conquered, I have never heard of his story!"

"That terrifyingly powerful guy, he's like an actor who ran into the wrong set!"

"While adding drama to myself, I also made the original story into a mess!"

The conqueror was very upset, like a player who failed to clear the game and was ridiculed.

"Okay, stop talking."

The smile on Mr. Omen's face froze. He didn't want to hear anything about Superman.

Every time I mentioned the young Army Lieutenant General, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., half of my body ached.

The feeling of despair with death hanging over your head and no room for resistance is really hard to relive or recall.

"Anyway, he has...disappeared."

Mr. Omen said this.

It seemed like he was comforting Kang the Conqueror, but also like he was talking to himself.

Superman is a nightmare for them.

"We must be prepared to take precautions and not take it lightly."

Kang, the conqueror with only one brain left, reminded.

"Although, Superman was inadvertently taken away from this universe by my time and space transmission device."

"But no one knows where he went or whether he will come back again."

Mr. Omen frowned slightly and felt a little unhappy.

He felt that Kang the Conqueror was unable to open or pick up any of the pots, so he had to create obstacles for himself.

There are so many universes and countless time and space, how can Superman come back!

"Don't worry, we control the president, which means we have a lot of resources."

For the sake of still needing intelligence information from Kang the Conqueror and future technology, Mr. Omen remained patient.

"The Essex Company is supported by the government and is developing very fast. As long as I can completely control the mutants and get SHIELD's gene bank in Lake Akaria."

"At that time, I will not only be able to break through Alpha's level restrictions, but also enter a higher level of ability use."

"You can also use the genes of mutants to create a huge and invincible army."

"Just like Apocalypse, he transformed into a god and conquered the whole world."

Mr. Omen is like an old general on the stage, with flags behind him.

After Superman left this universe, he cultivated his health and healed his injuries.

While working with Kang the Conqueror, he brainwashed the president and established Essex Biotech.

With the help of the future technology mastered by the latter, Mr. Omen's cloning technology has made further breakthroughs.

It has been possible to produce clones in large quantities according to the super soldier template.

Such technology attracted the attention of Hydra.

Both sides are villain camps and have the same enemies.

So we hit it off immediately and each got what they needed.

From Mr. Omen's point of view, everything is on track and moving forward steadily.

He doesn't want anyone to disturb him and interrupt the process.

"By the way, it's not just Howard Stark, but also Captain America, Nick Fury... they are all key figures."

Kang the Conqueror added.

"If you want to eliminate instability, it's better to do it once and for all."

Mr. Omen nodded, indicating that he understood.

Assassinating Howard Stark is just an appetizer.

What is served later is the main meal.

…

…

Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

Several spherical lightnings containing high-temperature energy evaporated the killer who appeared next into a ball of coke.

"This should be gone."

Captain America wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, turned to Howard and said.

That car, like Wuling Hongguang, had unlimited space, and ten people got off in batches.

It's like a small base where troops are constantly bombarded.

"Now I am very doubtful whether it is a car or...an unusual car."

Howard raised his chin and signaled Captain America to take the lead and go to investigate the truth.

The latter had no objections and held the iconic vibranium shield in his right hand to prevent accidents like explosions.

Tear!

Pulling open the car door with his bare hands, Rogers saw a silver-white computer with a sci-fi appearance inside.

Several red and green lines connect ten culture bottles. All you need to do is follow the established procedures for ripening and growth.

"It's Essex Biotech's technology."

Rogers was not surprised. He had seen the same clone warriors in Hydra in the Soviet Union.

Those killers with empty eyes and no emotions are continuously delivered according to the programmed genetic template, like batch products on the assembly line.

"This kind of biotechnology is at least more than a century ahead of the current situation!"

Howard took a few glances and made a judgment.

He has always regarded the recently emerged Essex Biotech as a replica of "Hammer Industries" that relied on government support and personal connections.

But when I saw those cutting-edge technologies such as culture bottles, gene editing, and overdraft ripening, I couldn't help but be shocked.

This is not something that can be researched casually!

"I've seen similar clone troopers."

Rogers said in a deep voice.

"When I learned that Superman had disappeared, I prepared to come back as soon as possible, but on the way back, I encountered a large-scale attack."

Howard's eyes were slightly stern, and he felt that a big net was surrounding him.

Not only himself, but anyone or anything related to Superman, or that may threaten the other party, must be erased.

"I found similar numbers on some clone warriors. They were all produced by Essex Company."

Rogers continued.

He led the Howling Commandos on a long-term reconnaissance and gained some secret information.

"Hydra has close ties with this company, and the person at the helm of Essex, Nathaniel, has always been reclusive and kept a low profile."

"However, based on my investigation, this individual has close ties to the White House."

"By connecting these clues together, we can draw a complete network of relationships."

After hearing Captain America's analysis, Howard nodded slightly, which was completely consistent with his guess.

"I also have some... more exciting information that I want to share with you."

He touched his mustache and said in a deep voice.

The president may be an impersonator from the future, and Superman has left this universe...

Compared to the above, these two messages may be more difficult to digest.

If it weren't for his good psychological quality and strong acceptance ability, Captain America would definitely think that Howard was crazy for telling such outrageous "truths".

"Let's go to my house first. By the way, you're the one who comes to the door this afternoon?"

Captain America nodded and followed the clues. After finding out the prototype of the mastermind behind the scenes, he wanted to contact Howard.

In Luke's absence, the only one who is trustworthy and can help is probably the latter.

Howard got into the intact car and planned to go to his villa on Long Island.

His Iron Overlord power armor is placed there. If Essex Biological Company launches a second round of attacks, his Unit 1 will definitely give the opponent a surprise.

"Did you learn anything in the Soviet Union? I mean, about Barnes."

While driving, Howard took the initiative to find a topic.

He had heard from Luke that Captain America and Bucky had a deep relationship and a deep friendship.

Knowing that the latter might be in the Soviet Union and fall into the hands of Leviathan, Rogers, who was originally considering retirement, did not hesitate to abandon his girlfriend who was in love and sneaked into Moscow with the Howling Commandos.

This kind of friendship makes Howard sometimes make excessive assumptions.

"We stayed in Moscow for two months. We bumped into agents from the Red Room and were almost killed by them."

Rogers recalled the days when he stayed anonymous, changed his identity, and lurked in Moscow.

"It is said that the Red Room is Leviathan's secret organization that specializes in training spies, agents, and assassins."

"They took in many war orphans and taught them etiquette, culture, dance and other skills to help them get into the upper class in the future."

"Of course, shooting, interrogation, counter-interrogation and close combat...these are also compulsory courses."

"Everyone is a tool there. The best ones will get the title of 'Black Widow'."

Rogers paused, and the image of a blond woman emerged in his mind.

"I bumped into a Black Widow, and it was very difficult to escape the trap with the Howling Commandos."

Howard raised his eyebrows. He has always been very sexually interested in female spies and agents.

To use Luke's words, eat the sugar coating and hit the cannonball back.

"Bucky has indeed fallen into the clutches of Leviathan, and he has a new name, the Winter Soldier."

Speaking of good gay friends, Rogers' tone was a bit complicated.

"It's a pity that I couldn't bring him back."

"Bucky's existence and his action plan are secret in Leviathan and I have no access to them."

"Coupled with the accident that happened to Luke and his sudden disappearance, I can only give up the idea of ​​rescuing him temporarily."

Howard was silent for a moment. The top priority was to determine Superman's whereabouts and then bring him back.

As long as Luke is around, S.H.I.E.L.D., him and Captain America, and even the Cold War competition between the two superpowers, all crises can be easily resolved.

This is the status of Superman!

A weight enough to change the world situation!

"arrive."

The car drove straight in and stopped at the door of Changdao Villa.

"Jarvis shouldn't be asleep yet."

Howard got out of the car and raised his hand to look at the time.

His personal butler is usually busy until after twelve o'clock, finishing everything before going to bed to rest.

"If you are hungry, you can ask him to make a sandwich or something."

Captain America held his stomach, he was indeed a little hungry.

As a battleship-level soldier, the energy consumed also needs to be replenished.

"Wait! Something's wrong!"

Howard opened the door and saw the lights on in the living room, but the housekeeper Jarvis did not come to greet him.

This is very abnormal behavior.

His butler has always done his duty with all his heart.

From personal etiquette to work ability, there is no fault at all.

Every time, whenever Howard comes home, he will stand at the door.

"It may be dangerous..."

Howard stepped lightly, and Captain America walked in front, raising his vibranium shield.

The two of them tiptoed and slowly entered the living room.

They saw a man sitting at the table, taller than Jarvis.

"I said, shouldn't you be more excited to see old friends again?"

A familiar voice suddenly sounded, startling the two nervous people.

The man at the table turned around with a smile on his face.