White House, Oval Office.

The President, who had finished his busy day, left the seat that symbolized state power.

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

After a few seconds, it seemed that some kind of switch was started.

The ground shook slightly and slowly descended.

The President stood on a metal lifting platform, and the surrounding area was pitch black and he could not see his five fingers.

With his arrival, several lasers came over and scanned and confirmed.

“Welcome back.”

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

This is a building layout similar to a military base, with wide spaces and cold tones.

On both walls stand nutritional chambers that are as tall as others, and light green liquid fills two-thirds of them.

The body with red sperm and red body is soaked in it, like a specimen in formalin.

The President seemed to have no idea and continued to move forward, passing through two thick alloy doors and entering a room.

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

"Start the transfer."

The President's eyes suddenly became empty, and his whole person became a puppet and lost his sense of self.

"Everything is as usual. Continue to speed up the pace of the Cold War, limit S.H.E.L.D., and keep an eye on Howard Stark."

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

"He is a very key person! The future Avengers, one of the elders, is Howard's son."

"This guy is an absolute world-class genius. You need to be vigilant and it is best to erase it if necessary."

"There is also the Cosmic Cube, which is one of the six Infinite Raw Stones and an important bargaining chip that Hydra is desperately trying to get."

“…”

Monotonous mechanical sounds issue instructions.

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

"alright."

The President took off his helmet and left the room.

During this period, he had no expression, just like a robot set up, and took the elevator back to the Oval Office.

"About Howard Stark, I've sent out a killer to eliminate this guy who might be threatening."

A tall man with diamond-shaped gems inlaid on his forehead appeared in an underground laboratory.

"I've said many times that important plot characters like Howard Stark should not be solved casually, as it will only cause worse problems."

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

"It's like Hydra's if they learn the end of World War II and travel through the past and 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 consequences of failure."

"Because, they are the 'protagonist' of this story, and the goddess of luck always favors it."

"Nataniel Essex, I'm an absolute expert in this regard."

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

Looking along his sight, there was a complete human brain in a transparent glass jar.

That is the Conqueror Kang.

He should have died long ago.

The whole person was cut off by the hot sight, and his lower body turned into flesh paste.

In just a few seconds, all your vitality will be lost.

The reason why he can still speak and "live" is thanks to Nathaniel Essex.

Mr. Omen, who ended up being slightly better than Conqueror Kang, was a little better than that of this Alpha-level mutant, and half of his body was smashed by Superman, barely breathing a sigh of relief.

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

"Because something is wrong in this world!"

Mr. Weizhao's ridicule evoked the sad things of the conqueror Kang.

"Superman... hasn't existed! At least in so many timelines I have conquered, I have never heard of his story!"

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

"While adding scenes to myself, the original story is a mess!"

The Conqueror was very upset, like a player who failed the game and was ridiculed.

"Okay, stop talking."

The smile on Mr. Evil's face was frozen. He didn't want to hear Superman and know about the other party.

Every time, when talking about the young lieutenant general of the army, SHIELD, half of his body hurts faintly.

The feeling of despair that death lies over the head without any room for resistance really makes people reluctant to relive and recall.

"No matter what, he has... disappeared."

Mr. Evil said this.

It seems to comfort the conquerors Kang, or it seems to be telling him.

Superman, it was a nightmare for them.

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

Kang, the conqueror who only had one brain left, reminded him.

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

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

Mr. Eagle frowned slightly and was in a bad mood.

He felt that Conqueror Kang would not open the pot and would make things difficult for him.

How could Superman come back with many universes and countless time and space?

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

In view of the fact that the information and future technology still need to be conquered Conqueror Kang, Mr. Evil Zhao is patient.

"The Essex company has been supported by the government and has developed quite quickly. As long as I can completely control the mutants and get the gene bank of SHIELD in Lake Akalia."

"At that time, I will not only break through the level limit of the alpha, but also enter a higher-level ability use stage."

"We can also use the genes of mutants to create a huge army that we are looking for."

"Just like apocalypse, incarnate into a god and conquer the whole world."

Mr. Evil Zhao was like a veteran general on the stage, with flags on his back.

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

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

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

It can already create clones in large quantities according to the template of Super Soldiers.

Such technology has attracted the attention of Hydra.

Both sides are villains and have the same enemy.

So hit it off and everyone got what they wanted.

In Mr. Evil's opinion, everything is on the right track and moving forward steadily.

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

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

Conqueror Kang added.

"If you want to eliminate instability, it's best to solve it at once."

Mr. Evil nodded to show that he knew.

The assassination of Howard Stark was just an appetizer.

What comes to the back is the main meal.

...
To be continued...