White House, Oval Office.

At the end of a busy day's work, Mr. President left the chair, which symbolized the power of the country.

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

After a few seconds, it appears that some kind of switch has been activated.

The ground shook slightly, and it slowly descended.

Mr. President was standing on a metal lifting platform, surrounded by pitch black, and his fingers could not be seen.

As he arrived, several lasers shrouded him and scanned them to confirm.

"Welcome back."

The monotonous sound of machinery sounded quietly, and the sensor lights in the underground space turned on one by one.

This is a military base-like architectural layout, with wide spaces and cold tones.

On two walls stood life-tall nutrition pods, two-thirds filled with pale green liquid.

The whole body is soaked in it, like a specimen in formalin.

Unaware, Mr. President continued to walk on, entering a room through two thick alloy doors.

He sat down in a metal chair, picked up the translucent helmet with many pipes attached to it on his right-hand side, and put it on.

"Start Transfer."

Mr. President's eyes were suddenly empty, and the whole person seemed to have become a puppet and lost his sense of self.

"It's business as usual. Continue to speed up the pace of the Cold War, limit the scope of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s powers, and keep an eye on Howard Stark. ”

A monotonous mechanical sound reads the memories of Mr. President's brain and then gives instructions.

"He's a key figure! The Avengers formed in the future, one of the elders, Iron Man, is Howard's son. ”

"This guy is a world-class talent in the truest sense of the word, and he needs to be vigilant and erased if necessary."

"There's also the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, which is one of the six Infinity Primordial Stones, and it's also an important bargaining chip that Hydra desperately wants to get."

“……”

A monotonous mechanical sound, issuing one command after another.

The whole process, like a repeater-style hypnosis, lasted about two hours.

"Alright."

Mr. President removed his helmet and left the room.

During this time, he did not have any expression, like a robot set up, and took the elevator back to the oval office.

"Regarding Howard Stark, I've sent out the killer and are ready to eliminate this guy who has the potential to be a threat."

A tall man with a diamond-shaped gem on his forehead appears in an underground laboratory.

"I've said it many times that an important character like Howard Stark, don't just do it, that will only lead to worse trouble."

In the monotonous mechanical voice, there was a hint of annoyance.

"It's like if Hydra learns about the end of World War II and then travels back in time to try to kill Captain America and Superman."

"Unless you plan carefully and eliminate all factors that could lead to failure, you will always face failure."

"Because, they are the 'protagonists' of this story, and Lady Luck always favors them."

"Nathaniel Essex, I'm an absolute expert on this."

Mr. Omen raised his eyebrows, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and he said jokingly: "Your Excellency Kang the Conqueror, how did you, who are so smart and wise, fall to this point and become a living specimen soaked in formalin?" ”

Following his line of sight, a transparent glass jar contained a complete human brain.

That was Kang the Conqueror.

He should have died a long time ago.

The whole person was cut off by the heat sight, and the lower half of his body turned into flesh.

In a matter of seconds, all the vitality will be lost.

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

Mr. Omen, who ended up slightly better than Kang the Conqueror, the alpha-class mutant was shattered by Superman, barely breathing.

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

"Because there's something wrong with the world!"

Mr. Omen's ridicule evokes the sadness of Kang the Conqueror.

"Superman...... Never existed! At least in so many timelines I've conquered, I haven't heard of his story! ”

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

"While adding a role to myself, I made a mess of the original story!"

The Conqueror is very annoyed, like a player who has failed to complete the game and has been taunted.

"Alright, don't say any more."

The smile on Mr. Omen's face froze, he didn't want to hear about Superman and know about the other party.

Every time I mentioned the young lieutenant general, the S.H.I.E.L.D. chief, half of my body ached.

The sense of despair that death hangs over the head and there is no room for resistance really makes people reluctant to relive and reminisce.

"Anyway, he's ...... Gone. ”

Mr. Omen said.

It was like comforting Kang the conqueror, and it was like talking to himself.

Superman, it's a nightmare for them.

"We need to be prepared to take precautions and not take them lightly."

Kang the Conqueror, who had only one brain left, reminded.

"Although it is said that Superman was inadvertently taken out of this universe by my space-time teleportation device."

"But no one knows where he has gone or whether he will come back."

Mr. Omen's brows furrowed slightly, and he was in a slightly unhappy mood.

He felt that Kang the Conqueror couldn't open any pot and which pot he wanted, so he had to add to his blockage.

With so many universes and countless time and space, how can Superman come back!

"Don't worry, we control the president, which is equivalent to mastering a lot of resources."

For the sake of the need for intelligence information from Kang the Conqueror, as well as future technology, Mr. Omen remained patient.

"Essex has the support of the government and is growing quite fast. As long as I can completely control the mutants, I can get my hands on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gene pool in Lake Akaria. ”

"When the time comes, I will not only be able to break through the level limit of alpha and enter a higher level of ability use."

"You can also use the genes of mutants to create a huge army that is invincible."

"Like the Apocalypse, become a god and conquer the whole world."

Mr. Omen is like an old general on the stage, with flags planted behind him.

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

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

With the help of the latter's futuristic technology, Mr. Omen's cloning technology has been further breakthrough.

It is already possible to make clones in large quantities according to the template of super soldiers.

Such a technique has attracted the attention of Hydra.

Both sides are villains, and they share the same enemies.

So hit it off and take what you need.

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

He didn't want anyone to disturb him and interrupt the process.

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

Kang the Conqueror added.

"If you want to eliminate the instability, it's better to solve it all at once."

Mr. Omen nodded in understanding.

The assassination of Howard Stark is just an appetizer.

What comes up at the back is the main meal.

……

……

Boom! Boom Boom!

Several bolts of lightning containing high-temperature energy vaporized the killer that appeared later into a mass of coke.

"This time it should be gone."

Captain America wiped the non-existent sweat from his forehead and turned to Howard.

The car, which was like Wuling Hongguang and had infinite space, came down with ten people in batches.

It's like a small base with a steady stream of bombardments.

"I'm skeptical now that it's a car, or is it a ...... An unusual car. ”

Howard lifted his chin and motioned for Captain America to take the lead and go to find out what was going on.

The latter had no objection, carrying the iconic vibranium shield in his right hand to prevent an explosion from happening.

Tear and pull!

Pulling open the door with his bare hands, Rogers saw a sci-fi-looking silver-white computer inside.

Several red and green lines connect the ten flasks, and it is only necessary to follow the established procedure to ripen and grow.

"It's Essex Biotech's technology."

Rogers wasn't surprised, he had seen the same clone warriors in the Soviet Union, in Hydra.

Those killers with empty eyes and no emotions are continuously delivered according to the written genetic templates, like batch products on the assembly line.

"This kind of biotechnology is at least more than a century ahead of the current situation!"

Howard glanced at it a few times and made a judgment.

He has always regarded the recent rise of Essex Biotech as a copy of "Hammer Industries" that relies on government support and personal connections.

But I couldn't help but be shocked to see those cutting-edge technologies such as cultivation bottles, gene editing, and overdraft ripening.

This isn't something that can be studied casually!

"I've seen similar clone warriors."

Rogers said in a deep voice.

"When I learned that Superman was gone, I was ready to come back as soon as possible, but on the way back, I encountered a large-scale attack."

Howard's eyes darkened slightly, and he felt a large net enveloping him.

Not only oneself, but also anyone or anything related to Superman, or that may threaten the other party, must be erased.

"I've found similar numbers on some of the clone warriors, and they're all made by Essex."

Rogers continued.

He took the Roaring Commandos for a long time to reconnoitre, and gained some hidden information.

"Hydra has a close connection to the company, and the man at the helm of Essex, Nathaniel, has always kept a low profile."

"But, according to my investigation, this person has close ties to the White House."

"Together, we can draw a complete web of relationships."

Hearing Captain America's analysis, Howard nodded slightly, which was completely consistent with his guess.

"I still have some ...... More exciting information, I want to share it with you. ”

He stroked his mustache and said in a deep voice.

The president may be a futuristic person impersonating Superman and leaving the universe......

Compared to the above, these two pieces of news may be more difficult to digest.

If it weren't for his good psychological quality and strong receptivity, Captain America would definitely think that Howard was crazy to tell such an outrageous "truth".

"Let's go to my house first. By the way, the one who came to the door in the afternoon was you? ”

Captain America nodded, and after finding out the prototype of the mastermind behind the scenes, he wanted to contact Howard.

In Luke's absence, the only one who can be trusted and can help is probably the latter.

Howard got into the car in perfect condition and was going to his villa on Long Island.

His Iron Overlord power armor is placed there, and if Essex Biotech launches a second round of attacks, his first machine will definitely surprise the other party.

"Did you gain anything in the USSR? I mean, about Barnes. ”

On the way to the car, Howard took the initiative to find the topic.

He had heard Luke say that Captain America had a deep relationship with Bucky, and that Bucky had a deep friendship.

Knowing that the latter could be in the Soviet Union and fall into the hands of Leviathan, Rogers, who was originally considering retirement, did not hesitate to leave his girlfriend in love and infiltrate Moscow with a roaring commando.

This kind of friendship makes Howard sometimes have some excessive speculation.

"We spent two months in Moscow, and we ran into agents from the Red House and almost got rid of them."

Rogers recalls the days when he was incognito, changed identities, and lurked in Moscow.

"It is said that the Red House is a secret organization of Leviathan that specializes in training spies, agents, and assassins."

"They took in a lot of war orphans and taught them etiquette, culture, and dance so that they could later break into the upper echelons."

"Of course, shooting, interrogation, counter-interrogation and hand-to-hand combat...... These are also compulsory. ”

"There, everybody is a tool. The best will be given the title of 'Black Widow'. ”

Rogers paused, the image of a blonde woman conjuring to his mind.

"I've bumped into a Black Widow, and it wasn't easy to escape the trap with the Roaring Commando."

Howard raised an eyebrow, he has always been very sexually interested in female spies and agents.

In Luke's words, it's to eat the icing and shoot the cannonball back.

"Bucky has indeed fallen into the clutches of Leviathan, and he has a new name, the Winter Soldier."

Speaking of good friends, Rogers' tone was a little complicated.

"It's a shame I couldn't bring him back."

"Bucky's existence, and his plan of action, is classified at Leviathan and I can't get my hands on it."

"Coupled with Luke's accident and sudden disappearance, I can only give up the idea of rescuing him for the time being."

Howard was silent for a moment, and the priority was to determine Superman's whereabouts and bring him back.

As long as Luke is there, S.H.I.E.L.D., and he and Captain America, and even the Cold War competition between the two superpowers, all crises can be solved.

That's the status of Superman!

A piece of weight that is enough to change the situation in the world!

"Here we are."

The car drove straight in and parked at the door of the Long Island villa.

"Jarvis shouldn't have slept yet."

Howard stepped out of the car and looked up at the time.

His butler is usually busy until after twelve o'clock, when everything is taken care of, and then he goes to bed.

"If you're hungry, ask him to make a sandwich or something."

Captain America clutched his stomach, he was indeed a little hungry.

As a battleship-class soldier, the energy consumption also needs to be replenished.

"Wait! Something is wrong! ”

Howard pushed open the door and saw the living room lit up, but Jarvis, the butler, did not come to greet him.

This is very unusual behavior.

His steward has always been conscientious.

From personal etiquette to work ability, there is no fault in it.

Every time, whenever Howard came home, he would be standing at the door.

"Potentially dangerous ......"

Howard slowed his steps, and Captain America walked ahead, raising the vibranium shield.

The two crept into the living room.

They saw a man sitting at the table, taller than Jarvis.

"I said, shouldn't you be more excited about the reunion of old friends?"

The familiar voice suddenly sounded, startling the nervous two.

The man at the table turned around and smiled at the corner of his mouth.