Universe 1024.

SHIELD Headquarters.

The tall buildings standing on the banks of the Potomac River have dimmed one by one, and only a few offices located on the high-rise are still on.

Howard leaned on the desk, writing something quickly.

"This is the eighth month of Superman's disappearance. My friend, the Pentagon's Lieutenant General, the leader of SHIELD... He's gone, disappearing on the planet-I don't think Luke is dead, although rumors like this are rampant and intensifying."

"I also know who is behind the scenes and pushing all this forward."

"Just two months ago, Mr. President read a passionate eulogy in front of the world. So far, the military has not confirmed the death of Lieutenant General Luke Cavill, but our President cannot wait to announce this news - it is really intriguing."

"Although he praised Superman for his own praise, described Luke as the glorious beacon of the human world, and said that losing the other party is not only a huge loss to America, but also to this beautiful world in peace, but also to this beautiful world."

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

"I think Mr. President's father may not be so sad even if he dies. Forgive me for such mean words. As long as I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite will be reduced by half - this is why I have been living a lot recently."

"I am bluntly speaking, the president's behavior is like a thief who breaks into the room and is always worried about his master's return - even if he is sitting in the White House and is the nominal manager of the country, his inner timidity and fear cannot be covered up."

"The situation in the world is changing. When Superman was learned that he was 'missed', the Soviet Union opened a vodka celebration in the Kremlin that day! The sword of Damocles that hung above their heads and would fall at any time disappeared. I believe that those high-ranking officials can finally have a good sleep and no longer have to worry that Superman will fall from the sky and hang them on the Red Square."

"The relationship between the two superpowers has become increasingly tense after losing the important weight to maintain balance. The White House held a heated discussion on whether to deploy medium-range missiles, Thor missiles and Jubit missiles in Italy and Turkey a month and a half ago."

"Peace, beauty... With Superman's departure, it has long disappeared. Only the shadow of nuclear war is left!"

"The terrifying atmosphere spreads. I heard that Castro has asked the Soviet Union for help. The pace of World War III seems to be getting closer and closer, and the scale of the Doomsday Clock is moving forward steadily and resolutely."

At this point, Howard frowned deeper.

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

He reached out and picked up the wine glass on the table and took a sip of whiskey.

On Howard's face, the cynicism of the past is gone, full of concerns about the future.

"After Superman left, life was not easy for S.H.E.L.D. had lost its huge organization of support and support, it was like a giant with one leg, staggering and struggling."

"The guy sitting in the White House - is actively dismembering S.H.E.L.D. to limit its power. The FBI, the CIA bastards, are happy about this."

"I'm not sure if I'm being monitored. Currently, the only ones who know the president's identity are probably Nick Fury and I - a black-faced agent with no sense of humor."

"I tried various ways, and even just a week ago, Skynet launched its first artificial satellite."

"I'm smarter than the Soviet Rocket Experts, their Sputnik One, was eleven days later than me."

"But I still haven't found Superman's whereabouts. I began to confirm my inner guess that Luke was likely to have left this planet, or even left this universe."

"In the fifth century BC, Democritus proposed the concept of 'numerous worlds', believing that the world is formed by the movement of atoms."

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

"Lebniz affirmed and added this view."

"If all this is true, then Luke might have been taken away from the parallel world out of some force majeure."

"I really want to bring him back. Unfortunately, I haven't found any partner who can communicate quantum mechanics normally and study parallel space-time shuttles."

"They either think of me as a lunatic or think I'm taking drugs - it's worth mentioning that there is a young man named Henry Jonathan Pim who wrote a few papers that are interesting and provide me with some sparks of inspiration."

"I can only put my hope on the Cosmic Cube, but this road has also been blocked. The military is considering confiscating the thing in the name of "containing dangerous items" and "returning government property."

"I don't know what to do. Hiding behind the White House forced me and S.H.E.L.D. to the corner."

"Hellfire Club is not helpful either, and the White House has a close relationship with Essex Enterprise - that's the latest biogenetic company."

"The situation of the mutants is not optimistic, and they become animals in the cage again. The radicals and moderates are quarrels and become tools to be used... It's a mess."

"I can't imagine how Luke handled these tasks well when he was still there."

"By the way, I can also take some free time to carry out some entertainment activities that promote physical and mental health."

"I think it's very necessary for me to learn practical skills in time management."

“…”

After writing at the desk for a while, Howard closed his thick personal diary.

This is a habit that has been developed recently. The White House will sooner or later attack S.H.E.L.D.

No matter what the result is, he will leave something behind.

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

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

Howard raised his head, took his last sip of whiskey, and then stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window for a few minutes.

After realizing that it was late at night, he left the desk, took off his suit from the hanger, and took out the car keys.

While swaying, he took the elevator to the underground garage.

At this time, most of the staff at SHIELD had already gotten off work.

In the underground garage, only Howard's footsteps and the gentle humming tune echoed.

“I hate work and overtime.”

He sighed and sat in the car.

Insert the key and ignite it.

The newly bought Ford car drove out of the garage and galloped towards the high-end hotel in Washington, D.C.

"The target appears."

A cold look stared at Howard who was driving alone.

Then, the roar of the engine sounded.

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

Like a hunter, tracing the prey.

"Kill Howard."

An order was sent from the miniature headset.

"receive."

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford car driving in front, turned on the steering wheel and went on the viaduct, preparing to take a shortcut to block the other party.

He stepped on the accelerator tightly and rushed all the way.

...

...

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

Howard held the steering wheel while answering the phone.

Fortunately, he didn't know someone named Strange, otherwise he would have known that the driving was not standardized and he might have paid a heavy price.

"Wait! Mom messed with Farke!"

Howard, who answered the phone, suddenly saw a car breaking out.

The tires rubbed against the ground, making a harsh sound, blocking the middle of the road.

He was so scared that he quickly slowed down and braked, and he pressed his whole body against the steering wheel.

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

He was holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, skipping the clichéd links that explained the purpose of the visit, and directly fired and fired.

Dada! Dadada!

The window glass with bulletproof function suddenly cracked the spider-web-like patterns.

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

After nearly two minutes of fierce strafing, the killer threw away the submachine gun that had shot two magazines and walked straight to Ford.

He raised his hand and pulled open the bulletproof door full of bullet holes, as if he had torn off a fragile piece of thin paper.

Such power is simply inhuman!

only--

Before he could confirm his target, a heavy iron fist hit him head-on!

Dong!

The exoskeleton robot arm, like a compression spring, suddenly tightened and then blasted out.

The terrible force that was enough to penetrate the steel plate hit the killer's chest.

Click!

Without any suspense, the killer was knocked out and hit the stone pier of the viaduct.

The man's sternum collapsed and he spat out blood from his mouth.

The body that fell to the ground twitched twice, then disappeared.

"Ha, I really think sending some fish over here will solve me?"
Chapter completed!