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"Mark, the air traffic control just sent a message, temporarily suspending our satellite launch qualification and prohibiting us from launching satellites in the short term."

Banner's message was clearly not good news.

Mark frowned slightly. This year, Payne Aerospace had sent over a thousand satellites into space, which was indeed a lot, so it was normal to be restricted.

However, these satellites are far from sufficient to truly cover the entire globe, and currently they can only provide rough monitoring in many places.

Furthermore, Banner and his team are currently building a space station, and if restrictions are imposed, they will not be able to legally launch into space.

"No rush. Continue building the space station. I'll handle the issues with the Space Administration."

Mark sent Banner a message, then turned around and quickly descended to the ground.

Back at Payne Manor, Mark began to ponder how to solve this problem.

This kind of thing certainly can't be resolved by force; that would mean making an enemy of the entire country.

However, the FAA is independent of other federal departments, and the connections that Future Medicine has made are unlikely to influence the FAA's decisions.

After careful consideration, Mark took out an anonymous cell phone and dialed Coulson's number.

Because S.H.I.E.L.D. has to deal with various alien threats, they should be able to influence the decision-making of the Space Administration through their connections.

But if they do that, the other party will know that Superman and the Payne Corporation have some connection.

But this isn't necessarily a bad thing for the Payne Group.

As long as Superman doesn't get into trouble, the Payne Corporation, thanks to this connection, is actually less likely to be provoked.

Hello, who are you?

The call was quickly connected, and Coulson's puzzled voice came through.

"Coulson, it's me."

Mark transformed into Superman, his voice becoming deep and authoritative.

Chapter 156 Natasha

"Mr. Superman!"

Although they hadn't been in contact for several months, Coulson immediately recognized Mark's voice and asked, "Mr. Superman, what brings you here?"

After leaving their contact information last time, S.H.I.E.L.D. had been waiting for Mark to contact them first.

After all, if they wanted to figure out Mark's background and purpose, they had to have more contact with him.

Unfortunately, Mark hasn't contacted them at all in the past few months.

Colson was naturally excited to finally receive a call from Mark.

"Mr. Superman, please tell me if you need anything. We at S.H.I.E.L.D. will do our best to help you."

While speaking politely to Mark, Coulson gestured to the teammate next to him, indicating that they should notify headquarters to track Mark's location based on the communication signal.

"Superman contacted us?"

Upon receiving the report, Nick Fury immediately ordered S.H.I.E.L.D. hackers to track Mark's location.

"Coulson, I'm contacting you this time to ask SHIELD for a favor, so I can owe you one."

Mark told the other party that Payne Aerospace was restricted from launching satellites by the air traffic control authority and asked S.H.I.E.L.D. to help lift the restriction.

"Mr. Superman, what is your relationship with Payne Airlines...?"

Coulson asked tentatively.

"I have some personal connections with the owner of the Payne Group, and I was just doing him a small favor."

Mark said it casually.

He didn't mind the S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation; after all, Superman was just an avatar, and they couldn't find him.

"Mark, a hacker was attempting to infiltrate the satellite communication network to locate your position, but it has been blocked."

Just then, Alice sent Mark an alert.

When Mark was preparing to contact S.H.I.E.L.D., he knew that the other party would definitely have some tricks up their sleeve, so he was naturally prepared for it.

"Well, Coulson? If S.H.I.E.L.D. can't do it, I'll have to think of something else."

"Uh, okay, Mr. Superman! It's a minor issue, and S.H.I.E.L.D. can help you with that."

Coulson, having received Nick Fury's instructions, first nodded in agreement, then added, "However, we at S.H.I.E.L.D. are also facing some trouble right now, and we'd like to ask Mr. Superman for a favor as well!"

"Tell me what's wrong."

Mark nodded, finding this fair way of trading more acceptable.

"Two of our S.H.I.E.L.D. agents may encounter some danger while on a mission in Budapest, and we would like to ask Mr. Superman to come to their rescue as quickly as possible. Regardless of whether the rescue is ultimately successful, we can help resolve Payne Space's problems."

Coulson told Mark the details.

“Saving people is no problem at all; I’ll take on this task.”

Mark nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Superman, could you leave your contact information? We can stay in touch anytime if needed!"

Just as Mark was about to hang up, Coulson quickly said something.

He already knew that headquarters had failed to locate and track Mark.

Now all he can do is try to get Mark's contact information so that he can keep in touch with him in the future.

After all, Mark's Superman is too mysterious. Although he often appears in Los Angeles, he always seems to appear out of thin air and disappear just as suddenly. S.H.I.E.L.D. has no way to track him down.

"Can……"

Mark casually gave out his phone number.

He is currently using Payne Space's satellite communications, and unless S.H.I.E.L.D. can break through Alice's defenses, it will be impossible to locate him via his cell phone number.

After ending the call, Mark left Payne Manor and transformed into Superman, flying rapidly toward the address Coulson had given him.

With the acceleration of the bio-force field, Mark's current maximum speed is approaching the speed of sound.

Eight hours later, Mark finally arrived at his destination.

It was daytime along the way, and Mark was replenishing his solar energy while flying, so his energy consumption was not too high.

“Mark, now that the FAA has lifted the restrictions on us, our company can continue sending satellites and space stations into space.”

At that moment, Mark received a call from Banner, who told him the good news.

Banner initially thought Mark was just trying to comfort him, but he didn't expect Mark to actually solve the problem in such a short time.

"It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D. is quite sincere. Now that they have helped me solve this problem, I will also rescue their people."

Mark, transformed into Superman, hovers above the city of Budapest, his super hearing activated, carefully listening to the sounds below.

Meanwhile, on the rooftop of a building in the city below, Natasha and Barton were lying prone, using binoculars to keep a close eye on a five-story apartment building next to them.

Natasha had only recently defected from the Red Room when, at Barton's urging, she decided to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

However, Nick Fury gave her a mission: she had to kill General Drekoff before S.H.I.E.L.D. would truly accept her.

Drekoff was the head of the Red House and Natasha's former boss.

Natasha knew very well that this mission was actually a test from S.H.I.E.L.D. to see if she was genuinely interested in joining S.H.I.E.L.D. or if she was a Russian spy sent to infiltrate the organization.

Therefore, Natasha must complete this mission!

She had previously planted numerous bombs in the apartment building where Drekoff lived.

Once she confirms that the target is indeed inside the building, she will immediately detonate the bomb inside and complete the assassination mission.

Unfortunately, Drekoff was always cautious, and not only were there many secret passages in the apartment, but he never used the main entrance.

Moreover, the curtains inside the building were always drawn, so Natasha had no way of confirming whether the other person was actually inside the building.

But according to the information Natasha had, Drekoff had a habit.

Whenever he was home, he would personally go out to greet his favorite daughter, Antonia, when she came home from school.

Only then could Natasha truly confirm that Drekoff was inside the building, which was also the best time to take action against him.

As the sun was about to set, a black Jeep pulled up in front of the apartment building.

A girl in her early teens, wearing a pink princess dress and carrying a backpack, got off the car and skipped into the apartment building.

Natasha recognized her; she was Antonia, Drekoff's youngest daughter.

She often saw this little girl when she came to report to Drekoff.

Unlike the gloomy and cold Drekoff, Antonia was very polite, always bowing and greeting Natasha whenever she saw her, even though Natasha never responded to her.

"Oh, my darling Antonia is back!"

With a broad smile, Drekoff came out of the building and gave Antonia a hug.

At this moment, no one would believe that the smiling Derekov in front of them was the spy chief who had been abducting girls from war-torn regions for years and imprisoning them in the Red House for all sorts of cruel training.

Chapter 157 Rescue

"found it!"

Mark, with his exceptional eyesight, spotted Natasha and Barton lying prone on the rooftop.

Although he didn't recognize the two men, their furtive manner led him to guess that they were agents sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. to carry out a mission.

Mark descended from the sky, landing silently behind the two.

Although Natasha and Patton were both extremely skilled agents, they failed to detect Mark's arrival.

Natasha watched as Drekoff led Antonia into the apartment. Her finger trembled slightly as she pressed the detonation button, and a look of struggle appeared in her eyes.

This was the perfect moment for her to press the detonation button and kill the target.

"Natasha, if you're not ready, don't do something you'll regret."

Barton, who was standing next to her, looked at her and said, "Don't worry about this mission. Even if we fail, I will plead with the director on your behalf."

He had noticed before that Natasha was different from other assassins; her conscience had not been extinguished, which was why he persuaded her to give up her current identity and join S.H.I.E.L.D.

He just didn't expect that Nick Fury would give Natasha such an order, to kill Drekoff as a pledge of loyalty to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I had to join S.H.I.E.L.D., and these were necessary sacrifices."

Barton's words only strengthened Natasha's resolve.

As one of the world's top assassins, Natasha has countless lives on her hands, and many intelligence agencies around the world want to capture her.

Natasha wants to escape the Red Room, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is the only protective umbrella that can shield her.

Moreover, in order to escape her fate of being manipulated and used as a killing tool, she must kill her old boss, Drekoff!

After making the decision, Natasha immediately pressed the detonation button without hesitation.

"boom!"

The large amount of C4 explosives that Natasha had placed in the load-bearing walls and pillars of the apartment exploded simultaneously!

A deafening roar echoed throughout the entire city.

The load-bearing walls and pillars around the apartment building were damaged, and the entire five-story apartment building collapsed.

"What's going on!"

As the explosion rang out, Drekoff, who had just entered the apartment building with his daughter, felt his mind go blank for a moment.

At that moment, he could not hear any sound; he only felt the ground shaking and large bricks and stones falling from above.

The apartment door, which had just been entered, was now blocked by fallen floorboards and bricks.

A strong survival instinct dominated everything about Drekoff.

He could no longer care about his beloved daughter beside him, shoved her aside, and ran desperately toward the underground passage.

"Boom!"

Slabs of floorboards and bricks kept falling from the side, grazing Drekoff and landing on the ground.

Antonia, who had been pushed to the ground, looked at her father, who had abandoned her and fled alone, with an expression of disbelief on her little face: "Daddy..."