Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Then there really was a bird flying in the sky...

So, those superheroes wearing tights and capes and flying through the sky are actually quite consistent with physical phenomena from a certain perspective. Except for Power_Girl in her Kaiser suit...

The Flash's suit is also incredibly unscientific. Every time The Flash reboots, they spend a bit of time explaining that at extreme speeds, ordinary clothing would tear due to wind pressure or burn due to high-speed friction, hence the need for a specialized suit.

But as the story progresses, the Flash takes ordinary people to move at high speeds, as if he never cares about this issue?

No matter how far or how fast you run, the person will come out the same way they were taken away. At most, the Flash will feel dizzy and vomit.

If the actual need to use the battle suit is still there, when the Flash takes an ordinary person to move at high speed, shouldn't he set out in a full set of clothes and arrive naked?

Don't even think about it, it's the Speed ​​Force. It's the same as when Superman's physical explanation fails and his biological force field comes into play.

So, is there a way to save the pants and run back to Switzerland, where I borrowed a room from Ms. Hepburn? Or maybe just fly back to my rental in Los Angeles?

If my pants died heroically along the way, I'd have to run naked. As long as I ran fast enough, no one would see me. But this kind of artistic act in broad daylight was truly thrilling...

Henry patted his head, it seemed that he was too immersed in the role and couldn't get out of it yet.

As expected, you have to be careful when wearing your battle uniform and choose your character carefully.

Choosing a bad role that's just for show can ruin your career. Similarly, wearing an unsuitable suit can shatter your heroic dreams.

Ah, that's not right! I never thought about becoming a superhero. It doesn't matter whether I'm broken or not.

The point is, why did I choose that outfit? It's so addictive.

I must be crazy to do this.

Ah, that's not right. It's the performance of wearing that suit that's insane. Or is it that I, who chose to wear that suit, am also insane?

In any case, Henry firmly believes that he is an ordinary person, but with a physique that looks like that of a Kryptonian.

Yes. Whether Krypton is Kryptonian or not is still uncertain. But it seems that it doesn't matter.

First of all, during this period Henry also found a block of pure lead to test whether he was a Dasen.

Because pure lead doesn't glow like kryptonite, it means kryptonite emits radiation, while pure lead doesn't. Therefore, the Darsen aren't affected by kryptonite like the Kryptonians on Earth. Darsen require contact with pure lead to develop allergic reactions.

Henry is not allergic to lead, so he is not a Dasen.

The Homelander template is even more unlikely, as he is not an alien creature and Homelander does not have a bionic force field. It is different from Henry's situation, so it can be ruled out.

As for the fact that the universe is so vast, Henry cannot guarantee whether there are other aliens in the Marvel Universe who have become powerful because of the yellow sun shining on the earth.

Anyway, when discussing things like origins, it’s important when you care about them, and not so important when you don’t care about them.

Thankfully, that inexplicable biological force field helped Henry preserve his red shorts. Just like when the Hulk transforms, those super-stretchy pants always manage to preserve his last shred of dignity. This is a miracle of the Marvel Universe.

Even Thanos, with all six Infinity Stones in hand, might not be able to snap his fingers and make Hulk's pants disappear. Otherwise, this will turn from an all-ages reading material into an 18+ pornographic magazine.

So, go collect the Infinity Stones of this universe and try to make a wish, to test whether the power of the six Infinity Stones is higher than the power of Hulk's pants?

Henry slapped his head hard again, trying to get rid of those abnormal thoughts. Then he used his super speed and ability to penetrate molecules to return to his room and change into normal clothes.

The elderly who were living a retired life always got up early. So when Henry went downstairs, Audrey Hepburn was wearing an apron and frying eggs in the kitchen.

When he heard footsteps, he turned around. Then the lady smiled happily and greeted him, "Good morning, son. I didn't hear you come back. Would you like breakfast?"

Chapter 174: A Retirement Life That Is Not Leisurely

Rue de la Paix, 2nd arrondissement, Paris, France. This quaint street is one of the most fashionable shopping streets in the world.

The streets are filled with the French's casual and relaxed atmosphere, with trash swept aside and fashionable women walking on the streets. But if you get closer and smell it, you can smell the strong scent of perfume and the slight stench suppressed by the perfume.

If anyone asked, both men and women would say the stench came from the garbage on the ground. No one would admit that it was their own body odor.

Such contrasting scenes in one scene embody the uniquely French romantic freedom that will leave a lasting impression on anyone who visits.

In a streetside cafe, two old men who are in their prime but are actually in the upper half of retirement are playing chess.

Such a leisurely scene is not uncommon in this fashion capital, and of course no one would bother them. ... Usually.

Today, on a hot day, a burly man, also wearing a black coat, sat down on the seat next to two old men playing chess.

He was a large white man with dark brown hair and pale temples. His angular face revealed a toughness and sophistication, and anyone could tell at a glance that this man was not to be trifled with.

But the most striking feature was the patch he had on his left eye, just like the pirates who roamed the seas over a hundred years ago.

The two old men playing chess were not welcoming such an uninvited guest, but they did not chase him away. They allowed the waiter to receive him and served him a cup of black coffee.

"You should try the cafe au lait here, at least it's not that bad." said the bald old man in the wheelchair.

The one-eyed strong man said: "It doesn't matter, it's not the protagonist."

Another old man with short hair, a thin face, and a weathered look said, "Are you here to arrest me? I didn't know France was under your control."

"The Strategic Hazard Intervention and Espionage Logistics Directorate is affiliated with the United Nations Security Council. We have jurisdiction throughout the world."

"Oh, then please take out the arrest warrant and read it out, and then handcuff me. But I can't guarantee what will happen." The old man with hair grinned, his smile was ugly. He really didn't mind making a fuss when his fun of playing chess with old friends was interrupted.

The one-eyed man didn't respond. He took a step back and said, "I'm only here to ask questions, not to arrest anyone. At least you don't think I'd come alone to arrest you."

"No comment." "Ask." Two people, two answers. The two friends looked at each other and said, "Anyway, I won't tell you." "I don't necessarily have an answer."

One was speaking harshly, the other was speaking softly, and it seemed the result was the same. However, the one-eyed man had foreseen this and asked nonchalantly, "Where's Jean Grey?"

"I don't know." The bald man in the wheelchair replied directly.

"You changed the name of that school to Jean Grey's School for Gifted Youngsters in his memory. You're not trying to tell me that you've given up on him and that we're done."

The bald man in the wheelchair said, "The name change was a joint decision made by the current principal, Ruiwen, and others. I'm retired now, so I don't care about that. Besides, even if I miss him, what's the point of finding him? Handing him over to the government for trial?

"If the White House still wants to command the X-Men, then have them restore the hotline and contact the people at the base. Coming to me will be of no use."

The one-eyed strong man said, "You know we don't think so."

"Come on, Nick Fury. Do you really need to say something that goes against your will in front of me? I don't even need to read your mind to know that what you are saying is just bullshit. Yes, you can keep your promises to me. But you can't represent your entire organization, right?"

"I will not tolerate hidden threats." Nick Fury stated with an unshakable purpose.

"I want a pardon. A pardon signed by the president with formal legal effect, agreeing to let Jean go." Professor Charles Xavier made the request.

"When the White House agreed to your offer, it was in exchange for alien warships. You didn't do it."

Charles said dissatisfiedly: "On the battlefield, the wreckage of those alien spacecraft was recovered by the US military, and the X-Men did not keep any of them. But why do you think we can leave an alien warship without support?

"Where are the US troops? Why haven't they had fighter jets to support them for dozens of minutes? Go back and ask the soldiers who were there at the time if a group of infantrymen could capture a battleship. We're just mutants, not gods!"

"In any case, without a special pardon, I'd rather Jean hide and protect herself. If you want to keep him under your watch, you and I both know that the Mutant Control Center is a prison, and so are the X-Men.

"At least I can choose how he wants to live his life, rather than being locked up as a guinea pig in a lab or wasting his life in prison."

In fact, if Nick Fury uses his resources, it is not impossible to find Jean Grey. But the key is how to capture her?

The easiest way is to let Charles Xavier, who is like a father to his daughter, come forward to persuade them.

If they resorted to force... As a mutant capable of carrying a space battleship, Nick Fury couldn't imagine how he could subdue the enemy. Even mobilizing the Howling Commandos wouldn't necessarily help.

But negotiations always work like that. You start with a price no one can accept, but once you've compromised, the second offer becomes easier to accept. So Nick Fury asks, "What about the other guy, the Joker? Who is he? Where is he?"

Magneto, Eric Lensherr, who had been silent until then, couldn't help but speak up. He said with disgust, "That guy is a lunatic. Like a grenade with the pin pulled and the safety handle popped off."

"You know it's going to explode, so you just have to throw it as far as you can before it kills you. Trust me, you don't want to keep it.

"Of course, I don't mind that grenade exploding in that godforsaken place called Strategic Logistics. I'd even like to see it happen. But you don't think we care where that guy is. Look for him in the mental hospital; he's everywhere."

Nick Fury took out a photo, put it on the table and asked, "Is this the Joker?"

The person in the photo was River Phoenix, a talented Hollywood actor and the youngest winner of the Venice Film Festival's Best Actor award. Charles, puzzled by the intelligence chief's display of such a photo, asked, "How did you come to this conclusion?"

"This is the result of my analysis team reconstructing the Joker's appearance based on the limited surveillance footage, disregarding the ink on his face. Is it him?"

No one imagined that this Kryptonian could manipulate his facial muscles to adjust his appearance. Therefore, the reconstructed face was just another person's. However, Professor X had seen his original appearance, so he didn't imagine that the makeup on his face was actually a different face.

For some reason, Professor X decided to keep the young man's secret. On the one hand, the X-Men were not obligated to share intelligence with the US government, not to mention that the US military was the only one who assisted in the fight with Magneto.

Besides, when the US government intervenes, it's easy to push a good person to extremes. So he shook his head and said, "I don't know. Please check it yourself."

Nick Fury asked, "Then why would he help you?"

"Maybe he's just a passing messenger of justice," Charles evaded.

Eric even praised him, saying, "Oh. If you ask me, no one can predict the behavior of a psychopath, right?"

Chapter 175 The End of Vacation

"Henry, can you take me to the library?" Ms. Hepburn in the house opened the window and shouted to Henry who was still tidying up the flower garden.

"Okay, I'll be back after I clean up." Henry kicked the dog that was still playing around, dusted off the dust on his body, and walked into the house.

How much of the dirt on him was from these Jack Russell terriers? Well, there were five, so Henry might have kicked the wrong one. But he didn't care at all. Sooner or later, these five dogs would rearrange the order of the family.

As I reached the door, I saw Robert open it and come out. He was wearing light sportswear and holding a dog leash in his hand.

The Jack Russell terriers were more excited than anyone else when they saw the leash. All five dogs ran to Robert's feet, circling and sniffing around him, as if they were about to wring their tails off.

Henry saw this and asked, "Robert, you're going out for a jog. I'm going to drive the boss to town. Do you want me to bring you anything?"

"No thanks." Robert patted his slightly protruding belly and complained, "Every time you're in charge of the kitchen, I always eat too much. If I don't exercise more, I'm afraid one day I'll be so fat that I can't get out of bed."

"But every time you come back from exercise, you always say you are hungry and then eat an extra bowl of rice. Do you think that you get fat because of exercise?" Henry said jokingly.

"Ah, you kid. You are obviously the murderer, but you want to put the blame on others." Robert protested while tying the dog leash.

As soon as the leash was fastened, he not only patted his cheeks and cheered himself up, but the dogs also ran to the front and stretched the leash tightly. With all five dogs pulling together, Robert had to run.

Robert turned around and said, "I'll be back before dinner. Remember to make something delicious." Then he ran away.

Henry yelled from behind, "Dude, you can't blame me for being fat."

The cheerful and optimistic old actor raised his middle finger behind him and ran away without looking back.

Audrey Hepburn, who was just getting ready to go out, also walked to the entrance and met Henry. He looked at the people running away outside and asked, "Is Robert going out for exercise?"

"Yes, Boss. Please wait a moment. I'll get a key, pack my things, and drive over."

"No rush, be careful."

"Okay." Henry went up to the attic, his room, and packed several stacks of books in paper bags. He borrowed them from the town library using the woman's library card.

They were all French and German books, different from the English books he'd read in Los Angeles, and they were quite inspiring to Henry. The small town library's collection was more literary, though. If there was a positive, it had books from various countries, written in their respective languages.

Henry placed a paper bag of books directly on the passenger seat of the car, drove the car to the front door, and got out to help move the books in Ms. Hepburn's hands.

They were only moving a few books, which was completely disproportionate to Henry's reading volume. So, seeing the bag of books on the passenger seat ready to be returned, Audrey Hepburn exclaimed, "You've read all of them! You're really quick."

He opened the backseat door and carefully placed his hand on the upper edge. Henry smiled and said, "I'm a fast reader. And these books aren't literary masterpieces, so just treat them like storybooks."

"It's very disrespectful of you to treat the author like that," Ms. Hepburn said lecturingly.

"I understand. If I ever get the chance to meet them in person, I'll definitely apologize sincerely," Henry said, seemingly humbly, but in reality, he was being perfunctory. Honestly, this was a habit I'd developed from reading online articles.

Audrey Hepburn seemed to have understood Henry's lazy nature and simply complained, "You kid," and didn't say anything else. He remembered something else and asked, "Has the UN contacted us?"

Henry, who was driving, replied, "The UNICEF people have already started planning the event. However, the civil wars in various parts of Africa have been raging this year, and if we want to go to many places, we must have peacekeeping troops accompanying us.

"Although South America and Asia are much safer, we have only just visited many of these places. Going there again in the short term wouldn't be very effective. So it's not very convenient for them to arrange itineraries."

"Do you have any plans on where to go? You should have a general idea."

"Maybe there really isn't one, so they said they'd also like to ask your opinion, ma'am."

"Ask for my opinion?" Audrey Hepburn was slightly surprised.

Taking advantage of the temporary stop, Henry pulled a stack of documents from his briefcase on the passenger seat and handed it to Ms. Hepburn in the back seat. He said, "Actually, I originally wanted to report to you during afternoon tea. But since you've asked, I'll just tell you about it."

"I compiled this information last night. It's about your involvement with UNICEF since 88, and UNICEF's assistance over the past decade.

"

"Then there's the country's need for assistance from human rights organizations. Simply put, it's the state of poverty in that country. Finally, it's whether they've invited the United Nations."

In addition to the textual descriptions of what Henry said, he also hand-drew maps of Africa, South Asia, Central America and South America, including most of the poor countries in the world.

Different countries are marked with different degrees of color pencils so that people can see them clearly at a glance.

This presentation skill was naturally honed in a previous life. The original version of PowerPoint software was created in 1987, and Microsoft acquired it in 90. However, it wasn't as ubiquitous as it would become a decade or two later. It had relatively few users and its functionality was somewhat limited.

So Henry simply drew the layout by hand, creating the layout he wanted. At his current speed, drawing was much faster than using a computer to lay out the layout and then outputting it to paper.

Ms. Hepburn was also accustomed to Henry's report content, which was to use graphics as much as possible. This would make it easier for people to understand and compare than simple text.

Because the maps in several reports were all drawn at the same location, Audrey Hepburn overlapped the reports and shone them against the sunlight outside the car window. Suddenly, she discovered a place like a black hole in the African land, with few markings.