Because of Luke's existence, the butterfly flapped its wings desperately, causing many unexpected strange changes.

For example, Captain America didn't fall into a glacier and fell asleep.

Or, the first generation of iron man was Howard stark, not his son.

The idea was Luke's whim to find something for Howard.

Any concept and design that stays on paper is a completely feasible implementation plan for a genius like the latter.

Therefore, Howard developed the first plane as early as Superman went to the earth-199999 universe.

The first generation model is similar to obadai Stan's iron overlord, with big, dark, thick, secure and deterrent power armor.

That's his secret weapon. It's in the basement of Stark's house.

This set of portable mechanical exoskeleton was developed some time ago to cope with critical situations.

I didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!

Howard is like wearing a steel coat. His arms, waist, legs, chest and head are covered with hard metal like bones.

"Oh, Jarvis, nothing. There was a little accident."

He picked up the mobile phone left in the back seat and said quietly.

After one punch easily solved the killer, Howard fully understood what it was like to have power.

This is a refreshing experience that you can't experience when you crush others with your mind and wealth.

"It's hard to imagine how much satisfaction it would be to become a superman like Luke."

Howard whispered.

Male creatures always yearn for the most primitive and pure power.

"By the way, I have to ask the s.h.i.e.l.d. to wash the ground... I knew I should have left a living mouth just now. I can give it to Nick Frey to see if I can pull out any useful information."

For the first time in his life, Howard didn't overreact when he fought with someone and killed him.

He was an arms dealer specializing in death and chaos.

I'm used to seeing broken limbs, broken arms and blood.

We have long had psychological immunity to the dead and corpses.

"Howard stark, confirm that the target is alive and continue the mission."

Just when the iron man of the early generation was satisfied, the car that stopped the way came down and two people came down.

They wore the same combat uniforms, a bulletproof vest, semi covered masks and tactical eyepieces.

"Did you just hide in the trunk?"

Howard make complaints about it.

Where did these two guys hide before?

I didn't even find out.

"Who sent you? Hydra? White House? Soviet Union?"

For a moment, many possibilities popped up in Howard's head.

As a scientific research consultant of the Divine Shield Bureau, a world-class genius and military tycoon

It seems that he can offend many bosses or other forces.

The two figures were silent, holding a bobosha submachine gun in both hands and firing directly.

They approached step by step, and the dense bullet rain interwoven into a big net, enveloping Howard.

"Don't even say hello!"

The arms of the mechanical exoskeleton were raised and moved forward against the Ford.

The tires rub dark marks on the hard ground, and the special bulletproof body has been riddled with holes.

"Damn it! I didn't bring my first plane! Otherwise..."

Howard secretly cursed that this portable mechanical exoskeleton is a metal arm driven by battery and whose combat effectiveness depends on the output power of hydraulic valves.

In addition, there is a high-power electric shock device at the chest, which can release high-voltage current.

However, considering the energy loss of the battery, if you use it twice at most, the exoskeleton will enter the standby state.

In the face of fierce fire suppression, he was a little unable to cope.

"You have to wait for the opportunity."

Howard made his judgment calmly.

The hydraulic valves of two manipulators open and twist to provide strong force.

With a jerk, he overturned the Ford.

Then he kicked it hard.

The heavy body rolled several times and exploded with a bang!

The flames burst out and set off a violent wave!

"Still alive? This is a super soldier!"

Howard, who retreated again and again, was shocked to see two figures crossing the burning wreckage of the car.

The opponent threw away his submachine gun and drew a tactical dagger from his waist.

From beginning to end, these killers were almost silent, like machines without emotion.

"Hand to hand?"

Howard was overjoyed to see that there was no fire suppression of hot weapons.

The two legs stepped away, like a mammoth rushing away and trampling on the ground.

An iron fist went straight out!

Click!

A killer didn't dodge. His hands crossed and parried.

His arm was almost comminuted, but there was no sign of pain.

Instead, he seized Howard's opportunity to be surprised and distracted, lifted his knee up and bumped into his belly without metal cover.

Oh!

Severe pain, cramped muscles, almost made Howard spit out stomach acid.

Another killer, very tacit understanding around the back.

With the philosophical posture of a strong man locking a man, Howard's ability to move is firmly limited.

The latter is not a trained special soldier and lacks practical combat experience.

The short board was exposed after being caught accidentally.

Zizi! Zizizi!

Howard's brain turned quickly and decisively started the electric shock on his chest.

The blue arc kept jumping and suddenly released.

The killer who went around to lock the man behind the strong man gave off a bad smell of roasting and scorching.

However, the other party is also a cruel person. Even so, he didn't let go.

Boom!

The killer who was not affected by the high-voltage current, Howard's chest in a punch, and his strong power destroyed the battery.

Those cold, empty eyes stared at the target character, and the tactical dagger held in his right hand scratched to his throat.

Dang!

The sound of metal crashing through the eardrum.

Howard, who felt death coming, opened his eyes and saw a circular shield hitting the killer accurately. With the powerful power of high-speed rotation, he directly knocked the other party out.

Then the shield made a complete unscientific flight path and flew back to its master again.

A tall, strong and handsome man walked slowly into the battlefield.

"Long time no see, Howard."

The man greeted with a smile.

"Captain Rogers!"

Howard was surprised.

He tried to contact Captain America the first time after Superman disappeared, but failed.

Steve Rogers, who was looking for baki, took members of the roaring commando to the Soviet Union and soon broke off his regular contact with the s.h.i.e.l.d.

Howard was surprised by the sudden reunion of his old friends.

Despite the dark night and blurred vision.

But those two strong chest muscles and the American hip are so obvious that they can't be fake.

This is Captain America!

Boom!

Seeing the killer with a bent right arm, he still wants to charge.

Captain America's eyes were blazing white, and his terrible energy hit each other like spherical lightning.

Flesh and blood, instantly smashed!

The high temperature evaporates everything, leaving no trace!

"Sorry, I heard about Luke's disappearance. I should have come back as soon as possible. But on the way... There was an accident."

Rogers came over with an apologetic expression on his face.

He removed the powered mechanical exoskeleton with his bare hands and rescued Howard.

"What the hell is going on? Luke... Where is he?"

Hearing the question of the captain of the United States, Howard said with a bitter smile: "it's a long story. I also want to know where that guy went."

As they were talking about the past, the door of the car blocking the road opened again.

Two more killers came down!

"Is this a car with infinite space?"

Howard's eyes were wide open. There were five people out there!

"They... Are clone fighters from Essex."

Rogers didn't seem surprised. He took a step and stood in front of Howard.

His eyes sparkled with electricity.

"I have a lot to tell you, Howard."

Captain America murmured.

"About baki, Hydra and... Our president!"