Chapter 271

Universe 1024.

S.h.i.e.l.d. headquarters.

The lights of the tall buildings standing on the Bank of the Potomac River dimmed one by one, and only a few offices on the high floor were still on.

Howard was writing on his desk.

"This is the eighth month of Superman's disappearance. My friend, Lieutenant General of the Pentagon, leader of s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d... he disappeared and disappeared on this planet - I don't think Luke is dead, although rumors like this are rampant and tend to grow stronger."

"I also know who is playing tricks behind the scenes to promote all this."

"Just two months ago, the president read an eloquent eulogy in front of the world. So far, the military has not confirmed the death of lieutenant general Luke Carville, but our president can't wait to announce the news - it's really intriguing."

"Despite his generous praise for Superman, he described Luke as the shining beacon of the human world, and said that losing each other is not only a great loss to the United States, but also to this beautiful world in peace."

"The departure of a hero, the fall of a general star and the collapse of a lighthouse are really moving."

"I don't think the president's father may be so sad when he dies. Forgive me for such unkind words. As long as I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite will be halved - that's why I've lost a lot of weight recently."

"With all due respect, the president's performance is like a thief who broke into the house and worried about the owner's return. Even if he is sitting in the White House and is the nominal manager of the country, his inner timidity and fear can't be covered up."

"The situation in the world is changing. On learning that Superman is' missing ', the Soviet Union opened vodka in the Kremlin to celebrate that day! A sword of Damocles hanging over their heads and falling at any time disappeared. I believe those senior officials can finally sleep well and don't have to worry about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them in red square."

"Losing the important weight to maintain balance, the relationship between the two superpowers has become increasingly tense. The White House had a heated discussion about whether to deploy medium-range missiles, Raytheon missiles and Jupiter 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 atmosphere of terror is spreading. It is said 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's frown tightened deeper.

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

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

On Howard's face, the cynicism of the past has disappeared, full of worries about the future.

"After Superman left, the life of s.h.i.e.l.l.d. was also difficult. Without the huge organization to rely on and support, it was like a lame giant, hobbling and struggling."

"The guy sitting in the White House is actively dismembering the s.h.i.e.l.l.d. and limiting its power. The bastards of the FBI and the CIA love it."

"I'm not sure if I'm being watched. At present, only Nick Frey and I, a dark agent with no sense of humor, may know the identity of the president."

"I've tried all kinds of methods. Even a week ago, Skynet launched its first man-made satellite."

"I'm smarter than the Soviet rocket experts. Their Sputnik I is eleven days later than me."

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

"In the fifth century BC, Democritus put forward the concept of 'countless worlds', believing that the world was formed by the movement of atoms."

"Later, the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus said, 'the world has diversity'."

"Leibniz affirmed and added this view."

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

"I'd like to bring him back. Unfortunately, I can't find any partner who can normally communicate quantum mechanics and study parallel space-time shuttle."

"They either think I'm crazy or think I'm on drugs - it's worth mentioning that a young man named Henry Jonathan PIM wrote some interesting papers that provided me with some sparks of inspiration."

"I can only put my hope on the cosmic magic cube, but this road has also been blocked. The military is considering confiscating it in the name of 'receiving dangerous goods' and' returning government property '."

"I don't know what to do. The man behind the White House forced me and the s.h.i.e.l.d. to a corner."

"The Hellfire club can't help. The White House has a close relationship with Essex Enterprises - it's the latest biogenic company."

"The situation of mutants is not optimistic. They have become animals in cages. Radicals and moderates quarrel and become tools to be used... What a mess."

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

"By the way, you can also spare time for some recreational activities to promote physical and mental health."

"I think it's necessary for me to learn this practical skill of time management."

“……”

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

This is a habit formed recently. Sooner or later, the White House will challenge the s.h.i.e.l.d. and itself.

Whatever the outcome, he will leave something behind.

Tell others, tell... Superman who doesn't know when to return.

"Why haven't you found out before that Luke guy is so important."

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

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

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

By this time, most of the staff of the s.h.i.e.l.d. had left work.

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

"I hate work and overtime."

He sighed and got into the car.

Insert the key and start the ignition.

The newly bought Ford drove out of the garage and sped towards a fancy hotel in Washington, D.C.

The target appears

A cold look fixed on Howard driving alone.

Then there was the roar of the engine.

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

Like a hunter, tracking prey.

"Kill Howard."

Orders came from the micro headset.

"Received."

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford in front of him, turned the steering wheel and went on the viaduct, ready to cut short to block each other.

Step on the accelerator and go all the way.

……

……

"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 doesn't know a guy named strange, otherwise he will definitely know that driving is not standard and may pay a heavy price.

"Wait! Mom annoys FAK!"

Howard, who answered the phone, suddenly saw a car shooting out in the air.

The tires rubbed against the ground and made a harsh noise, blocking the middle of the road.

Scared, he quickly slowed down and braked, and the whole man pushed hard on the steering wheel.

Before Howard yelled, a black figure perfectly integrated into the night pushed open the door and walked down.

With a bobosha submachine gun in his hand, he jumped over the stereotype of saying cruel words to explain his intention and fired directly.

Dada! Dada, dada!

The window glass with bulletproof function suddenly cracked cobweb like lines.

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

After nearly two minutes of fierce shooting, the killer threw away the submachine gun that emptied two magazines and went straight to Ford.

Raise your hand and tear open the bulletproof door full of bullet holes, like tearing off a fragile tissue paper.

Such power is simply inhuman!

Just——

Before he confirmed the target, a heavy iron fist came face-to-face!

Dong!

The exoskeleton manipulator, like a compression spring, suddenly tightened and then exploded.

Enough terrible force to break through the steel plate to hit the killer's chest.

Click!

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

The man's sternum collapsed and vomited blood.

The body on the ground twitched twice, and there was no sound.

"Oh, I really think sending some miscellaneous fish can solve me?"

Howard, dressed in portable exoskeleton armor, squeezed out of the door and smiled proudly.