Marvel’s Superman

Universe 1024.

SHIELD headquarters.

The high-rise buildings standing on the Potomac River were dimmed one by one, and only a few offices on the upper floors were still lit.

Howard lay down on the desk, scrambling to write something.

"This is the eighth month of Superman's disappearance. My friend, the Lieutenant General of the Pentagon, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D. . Although rumors like this are rampant and tend to intensify.”

"I also know who's behind the scenes to make this happen."

“Just two months ago, Mr. President read an emotional tribute in front of the world. So far, the military has not confirmed the death of Lieutenant General Luke Cavill, and our President can’t wait The announcement was made - it was intriguing."

"Although he praised Superman generously, described Luke as a shining beacon in the human world, and said that losing each other was a huge loss not only for America, but also for this beautiful world in peace."

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

"I don't think Mr. President's father passed away, he may not be so sad. Forgive me for using such harsh words, as long as I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite will be halved - this is also the reason why I have lost a lot of weight recently. reason."

"With all due respect, the president behaves like a thief who breaks into the house and is always worried about the return of his master-even if he sits in the White House and is the nominal administrator of the country, his inner cowardice and fear completely cover up. don't stop."

"The situation in the world is changing. Knowing that Superman 'disappeared', the Soviet Union opened a vodka in the Kremlin to celebrate that day! A sword of Damocles that hung over their heads and could fall at any time disappeared. I believe those high-ranking officials finally Get a good night's sleep and stop worrying about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them on Red Square."

"The important weight to maintain the balance has been lost, and 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 intermediate-range missiles, Raytheon missiles and Jupiter missiles in Italy and Turkey."

"Peace, beauty... With the departure of Superman, it has long since disappeared. 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 footsteps of the Third World War seem to be getting closer and closer, and the scale of the doomsday clock is advancing steadily and resolutely."

Writing here, Howard frowned deeper.

He sighed, put down the pen, and subconsciously touched the two mustaches.

He reached for the glass on the table and took a sip of whiskey.

In Howard's face, the cynicism of the past is gone, full of worry about the future.

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

"The guy sitting in the White House -- actively dismantling S.H.I.E.L.D., limiting its powers. FBI, CIA bastards, love it."

"I'm not sure I'm being watched. The only people who know the identity of the president are probably me and Nick Fury, a black-faced agent with no sense of humor."

"I've tried everything, and even just a week ago, Skynet launched its first satellite."

"I'm smarter than the Soviet rocket experts, and their Sputnik 1 is eleven days behind me."

"But the whereabouts of Superman still haven't been found. I began to confirm my inner speculation that Luke is likely to leave this planet, or even this universe."

"In the fifth century BC, Democritus proposed the concept of 'innumerable worlds', which he believed to be formed by the motion of atoms."

"Later, the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus said 'the world is plural.'"

"Leibniz affirmed and added this point."

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

"I'd love to bring him back. Unfortunately, I haven't been able to find any partner who can communicate quantum mechanics normally and study parallel space-time travel."

"They either think I'm crazy or think I'm on drugs - and it's worth mentioning that there was a young man named Henry Jonathan Pym who wrote some interesting papers that gave me some inspiration. spark."

"I can only put my hope on the cosmic Rubik's Cube, but this road has also been blocked. The military is considering confiscating that thing in the name of 'holding dangerous goods' and 'returning government property'."

"I don't know what to do. Hiding behind the scenes in the White House, I and S.H.I.E.L.D. have been cornered."

"The Hellfire Club can't help either, the White House has close ties to Essex businesses - the newest biogenetics company."

"Mutants are in a bad situation, they're caged animals again. Radicals, moderates arguing, being used as tools...it's a mess."

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

"By the way, I can also spare time to do some recreational activities that promote physical and mental health."

"I think it's important for me to learn the practical skills of this kind of time management."

"..."

After sitting at the desk for a while, Howard closed his thick personal journal.

This is a habit that has been cultivated recently. Sooner or later, the White House will attack S.H.I.E.L.D. and attack itself.

Whatever the outcome, he's going to leave something behind.

Tell others, tell... Superman who doesn't know when he'll be back.

"Why didn't I find out before that Luke's guy is so important."

Howard looked up, took his last sip of whiskey, and then stood in front of the French window for a few minutes.

Realizing it was late at night, he left his desk, removed his suit from the hanger, and pulled out his car keys.

While shaking it, I took the elevator to the underground garage.

At this time, most of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s staff had already left work.

In the underground garage, only the sound of Howard's footsteps and the lightly hummed tune echoed.

"I hate work, I hate overtime."

He sighed and got into the car.

Insert the key and start the ignition.

The new Ford drove out of the garage and sped toward the upscale Washington, D.C. hotel.

"The target appears."

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

Then, there was the roar of an engine.

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

Like a hunter, stalking prey.

"Kill Howard."

The order came from the miniature headset.

"receive."

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford in front of him, turned the steering wheel onto the viaduct, and prepared to take a shortcut to block the other side.

With one foot on the accelerator, all the way is swift and fast.

...

...

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

Howard held the steering wheel as he answered the phone.

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

"Wait! Fuck Fake!"

Howard, who answered the phone, suddenly saw a car rushed out of the sky.

The tires rubbed the ground, made a screeching noise, and blocked the middle of the road.

He was so frightened that he hurriedly slowed down and braked, and his whole body was hard on the steering wheel.

Before Howard could curse, a black figure perfectly blended into the night, pushed open the car door and walked down.

Carrying a Bobosa submachine gun in his hand, he skipped the clichéd part of saying harsh words and explaining his intentions, and opened fire directly.

Da da! Da da da!

The window glass with bulletproof function suddenly cracked like a spiderweb pattern.

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

After a violent strafing that lasted for nearly two minutes, the killer threw away the submachine gun with two empty magazines and walked straight to the Ford car.

He raised his hand and tore 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 situation, a heavy iron fist hit him!

Boom!

The exoskeleton mechanical arm, like a compressed spring, tightened suddenly, and then blasted out.

Terrifying force enough to penetrate the steel plate and hit the killer's chest.

Click!

There is no suspense, the killer was shot and flew out, hitting the stone pier of the viaduct.

I saw that the man's sternum collapsed and he spit out blood.

The body that fell to the ground twitched twice, and then went silent.

"Oh, do you really think that sending some trash fish will solve me?"

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

ps: It should, and there are.