Universe 1024.

S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

The lights of the high-rise buildings on the banks of the Potomac River dimmed one by one, except for a few offices on the upper floors.

Howard hunched down on his desk, scribbling on something.

"This is the eighth month of Superman's disappearance. My friend, a lieutenant general in the Pentagon, the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D....... He's gone, disappearing from the planet - I don't think Luke is dead, though rumors like this are rampant and intensifying. ”

"I also know who's behind it and it's all going on."

"Just two months ago, Mr. President read an emotional eulogy in front of the whole world. To date, the military has not confirmed the death of Lieutenant General Luke Cavell, and our president has been eager to announce it – which is intriguing. ”

"Although he praised Superman and described Luke as a shining beacon of the human world, he said that the loss of the other party was a great loss not only to the United States, but even more so to this wonderful world in peace."

"The loss of a hero, the fall of a star, the collapse of a lighthouse – it's really moving."

"I don't think Mr. President's father died when he was so sad. Forgive me for using such mean words, my appetite is halved just by the thought of that hypocritical face - which is why I've been losing a lot lately. ”

"With all due respect, the president's behavior is like a thief who breaks into an interior and is always worried about the return of his master - even if he sits in the White House and is the nominal manager of the country, his inner cowardice and fear cannot be concealed at all."

"The situation in the world is changing. Upon learning of Superman's 'disappearance', the Soviet side celebrated with a vodka in the Kremlin on the same day! A sword of Damocles hanging over their heads and ready to fall at any moment is gone, and I believe that those high-ranking officials can finally sleep well and no longer have to worry about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them on Red Square. ”

"Losing the weight of maintaining balance, the relationship between the two superpowers is becoming increasingly strained. A month and a half ago, the White House held heated discussions on whether to deploy intermediate-range missiles, Raytheon missiles, and Jubitt missiles in Italy and Turkey. ”

"Peace, good ...... With Superman's departure, it has long been gone. Only the shadow of nuclear war remains! ”

"An atmosphere of terror pervaded. I heard that Castro had already asked the Soviet Union for help. The pace of the third world war seems to be getting closer and closer, and the scale of the doomsday clock is steadily and resolutely advancing. ”

Writing this, Howard's brow tightened and wrinkled even deeper.

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

Reaching for the wine glass on the table, he took a sip of whiskey.

Howard's face was full of worries about the future.

"After Superman left, S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't have a good time. Having lost its huge body to rely on and support, it was like a giant with a limp leg, faltering and struggling. ”

"The guy sitting in the White House — is actively dismembering S.H.I.E.L.D., limiting its power. The bastards of the FBI and the CIA are happy to hear about it. ”

"I'm not sure if I'm being watched. The only people who know who the president is probably are 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 artificial satellite."

"I was smarter than the Soviet rocket specialists, and their Sputnik-1 was eleven days behind me."

"But Superman's whereabouts have still not been found. I'm beginning to confirm my guess that there's a good chance that Luke has left this planet, or even the universe. ”

"In the fifth century B.C., Democritus developed the concept of 'innumerable worlds,' which was formed by the movement of atoms."

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

Leibniz affirmed, and added to 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 couldn't find anyone who could communicate with me about quantum mechanics and study parallel time and space travel. ”

"They either thought I was crazy or they thought I was on drugs – and it's worth mentioning that there was a young man named Henry Jonathan Pym who wrote a couple of interesting papers that gave me some sparks of inspiration."

"I can only hope for the Cosmic Rubik's Cube, but this road is also blocked, and the military is considering confiscating that thing in the name of 'containing dangerous goods' and 'returning government property'."

"I don't know what to do anymore. The mastermind behind the White House has pushed me and S.H.I.E.L.D. into a corner. ”

"The Hellfire Club doesn't help, and the White House has a close relationship with Essex Corporation — it's the latest bio-genomic company to emerge."

"The mutants are in a bad situation, and they are caged animals again. Radicals, moderates quarrel and become tools to be exploited...... What a mess. ”

"I can't imagine how Luke was going to handle it while he was still around."

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

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

“……”

After writing for a while, Howard closed the thick personal journal.

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

Whatever the outcome, he is going to leave something behind.

Tell someone, tell ...... Superman who doesn't know when he will return.

"I didn't find out before that Luke guy was so important."

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

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

While shaking and rattling, I took the elevator to the underground garage.

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

In the underground garage, only the footsteps of Howard alone echoed, and the gentle humming of a small tune.

"I hate work, I hate working overtime."

He sighed and got into the car.

Insert the key and start the ignition.

The newly bought Ford pulled out of the garage and sped toward the upscale hotel in Washington, D.C.

"The target appears."

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

Then, the roar of an engine rang out.

The car, which was parked on the side of the road, quietly followed.

Like a hunter, stalking his prey.

"Kill Howard."

Orders came from the miniature headset.

"Roger."

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford car driving in front of him, turned on the steering wheel and got on the viaduct, preparing to cut corners to block the other party.

Kick the throttle tightly, and the wind is speeding all the way.

……

……

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

Howard took the phone while holding the steering wheel.

Thankfully, he didn't know a guy named Strange, otherwise he would have known that the driving was not regular, and he could have paid a heavy price.

"Wait! Damn Farke! ”

Howard, who answered the phone, suddenly saw a car go out of the air.

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

Frightened, he hurriedly slowed down and braked, and the whole person was the steering wheel.

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

He carried a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, skipped the cliché of saying cruel words and explaining his intentions, and opened fire directly.

Dada! Da-da-da-da!

The bulletproof window glass suddenly cracked like a spider web.

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

After nearly two minutes of heavy strafing, the killer threw away the submachine gun that had emptied the two magazines and walked straight in front of the Ford.

He ripped open bulletproof doors riddled with bullet holes, as if tearing off a fragile piece of tissue paper.

Such power is simply inhuman!

It's just—

Before he could confirm the target's situation, a heavy iron fist struck him!

Boom!

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

Enough terrible force to pierce the steel plate and hit the killer in the chest.

Click!

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

I saw that the man's sternum collapsed, and he vomited blood.

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

"Heh, do you really think that sending some miscellaneous fish over will solve me?"

Howard, dressed in portable exoskeleton armor, squeezed out the car door and smirked.