Superman of the American Comics

"If, as you said, as Luke guessed, the president was pretended by conquistador Kang, is this guy on TV true or false?"

Howard asked solemnly at Stark's house on Long Island, Manhattan.

His eyes were on the open TV, and the president in the screen was delivering a speech in a painful tone.

The main content is the official explanation of the attack on the White House.

After all, there was so much noise.

Half the residents of Washington, D.C. can see it.

It's too difficult to hide.

The Pentagon doesn't have the kind of black technology that can eliminate memory by clicking on others.

"What do you think, from the tone and appearance, it's the president himself - if I don't know the truth."

Howard muttered and turned off the TV.

He briefly summarized the contents of his previous speech.

All this is most likely a conspiracy by the Soviet Union. They want to assassinate the president and undermine the country's stability and prosperity.

Thanks to Superman who saw through the trick and came to help, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

For the United States to be great again, for freedom and democracy

When the President talked about the rise, he couldn't help dancing and playing the accordion.

If Luke is here, there will be a strong desire to make complaints about it.

Throwing the pot to the red hairy bear in the Siberian plain, whether now or in the future, is the basic operation of the lighthouse country.

They are always good at setting up an imaginary enemy target of an evil country for themselves and the people.

Then turn all errors and the serious consequences of all errors into bullets hitting the bull's eye.

At present, the red hairy bear standing on the other side of the world has played this role.

So the White House exploded and burned to ruins.

The killer has been found!

It's Soviet!

A slight earthquake occurred in Washington, D.C., changing the color of heaven and earth and frequent anomalies.

The Soviets did it!

"It's hard for me to make a correct judgment on the identity of the president."

Nick Frey shook his head and frowned.

"However, judging from this bizarre speech, the probability may be false."

According to the director's instructions, he found Howard stark who was addicted to work and couldn't extricate himself.

And tell each other the blood Parliament and Luke's analysis.

However, before Howard could do anything, worse news came.

The White House is in ruins and Superman's whereabouts are unknown.

"The director went directly to the White House. He didn't explain anything before he left, so I don't know what happened later."

There was a touch of worry in Frey's eyes.

He now knows why the director investigated the White House chief of staff and his private collusion with the blood Parliament.

This is not just an exchange of interests led by politicians. There is a bigger conspiracy behind it.

It involves the identity of the president and the future trend of the world situation.

"According to Luke's character, if he kills the white house directly, it proves that he is completely sure of the original guess, has enough evidence on hand and is confident that he can solve everything that happens later."

Howard stepped on the carpet in his pajamas. If he was given a pipe, he could play a guest role in Sherlock Holmes.

"But why did he disappear?"

At this time, six hours had passed since the white house fire and riots broke out in Washington, D.C.

The sky is white with fish bellies, and the twilight of dawn rushes out of the horizon, emitting the breath of life.

Howard looked out of the window with a frown.

This is what he can't figure out. The ruins of the White House and the riots in Washington, D.C. must be the aftermath of Superman's battle with conqueror Kang.

If from the end, it seems that Superman lost.

Because Luke's whereabouts are unknown.

Life and death are unknown.

"I've never seen Luke fail."

Howard found a pipe and spit out a blue mist.

For him, nicotine helps to think.

"Even if the conqueror Kang is the future man of the 42nd century, it is not so easy to defeat Superman, and Luke has no chance to escape and is directly erased - this is the most unlikely situation."

Howard never doubted the strength of Superman.

Luke Carville, the young army lieutenant general and leader of s.h.i.e.l.d., his strength is based on victory after victory, not false propaganda and exaggerated rumors.

Those opponents who end up miserable, such as red skull, Aryan Superman in Berlin, Germany, namo, the Lord of Atlantis, Sebastian Shaw, the black king of Hellfire Club

They tell others with their own experience that they often have no good juice to eat when they are against Superman and become enemies.

"Mr. stark, if you think in the worst direction, the director may have encountered some bad situation - from his strength, he is enough to ignore 90% of the fatal danger, and even it is difficult for us to find a strong enemy who can defeat Superman on this planet."

"But the conqueror Kang came from the 42nd century. He has all kinds of high-tech weapons. He may not be able to erase Superman from the physical level, but what if he replaced 'kill' with 'imprisonment' or 'exile'?"

Nick Frey guessed boldly.

"It's possible. Anyway, it's more reliable than the answer given by the president. It's the evil plan of the Soviets."

Howard nodded and praised the dark boy.

"The president said that the disappearance of Superman was actually an evil plan of the Soviets."

Nick Frey remembered his unreliable speech on the TV.

Howard's mouth provoked a trace of ironic laughter and whispered: "yes, the Soviets are afraid of Superman's strength. They are worried that one day, Luke will fall from the sky and appear in the Kremlin, and then drag those people out and hang them on the Red Square... In order to prevent the imbalance between the East and the West and prevent the expansion of the United States to dominate the world."

"So the Soviets prepared a plan for this raid."

"Ostensibly to assassinate the president, the real goal is superman."

Nick Frey's mouth moved. He finally saw the shameless face of politicians.

It is estimated that the red hairy bear doesn't know what happened. People grow corn in Siberia, and the black pot hits their head.

"But how did the Soviets get rid of Superman?"

Nick Frey thinks this excuse for throwing the pot is very clumsy. It's Superman, the God of the world in the new era.

In North America today, some people may not know who the president is, who the governor is and who the mayor is, but I believe everyone knows Superman.

How can such a legendary existence be said to be gone without it.

"I just called the Pentagon and they said that the Soviets had studied some kind of proton bomb and were ready to destroy Washington, D.C. and New York."

"In order to save tens of millions of innocent people, Superman is ready to send a bomb into outer space, sacrifice himself, and then... He's gone."

"A more reliable guess is that the explosion of the proton bomb opened the Einstein Rosen bridge, which led to the disappearance of Superman. There are no people alive and no bodies dead."

Howard shrugged and said the president was really imaginative.

It is suggested that after retirement, you can write novels.

"The Soviets have proton bombs. Why not directly use them as weapons, send people to secretly sneak into various cities on the east coast, launch them at one fell swoop, destroy the defense line, and then send a fleet to attack."

Nick Frey, adhering to the habit of serious thinking, asked puzzled.

"You're going to ask the Soviets. I can't figure it out. If they can develop that thing and make it into a weapon, it's necessary to assassinate the president?"

As a scientist, Howard also felt absurd about the lies made up by the president.

"It is entirely possible to apply relevant technologies to rocket technology, carry out space race, or treat it as a super small and ultra light high-energy generator of various systems. In this way, they can blow up the North American continent into ruins by pressing the launch button in the Kremlin."

Nick Frey didn't quite understand, but it didn't prevent him from nodding in agreement.

"So, what should we do now?"

He looked at Howard with hair like a chicken nest, a coquettish nightgown and a pipe.

At present, there may be only two of them who know the identity of the president.

We must come up with a practical plan to deal with the coming crisis.

"First of all, on the surface, we act as if nothing has happened, strive for stability and continue to participate in the work of the Divine Shield Bureau."

Howard rolled his eyes and began to think.

"Secondly, the top priority is to determine Luke's situation. The guy is so lucky that nothing should happen."

"If you are really imprisoned by the conqueror Kang, or fall into a trap and can't get out of trouble, I'll find a way to bring him back!"

At this point, Howard glanced at the black boy and asked, "by the way, what's your name?"

"Nicholas Joseph Frey, a new agent of s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. and the driver of director Carville."

Nick Frey replied.

"Can I trust you, Frey?"

Howard asked again.

"As long as you don't let me betray the interests of the country, I will obey orders, Mr. stark."

Frey said seriously.

"That's good."

Howard waved to the other side to follow.

"I wanted to surprise Luke. Who knew there would be such an accident."

Howard opened the basement workshop and entered a long string of passwords.

Katz! Katz!

The sound of the machine is heard, and the gear engages to drive the chain.

The heavy iron door rose, and it was dark inside. I couldn't see the specific scene clearly.

Howard went in, followed by Nick Frey.

"This is my... First generation machine!"

He pushed the switch and the light on his head hit, reflecting a huge and thick steel armor.

A clumsy head and strong limbs.

An unpainted silver shell with a machine gun on his shoulder.

The core of the chest, flashing a dim light.

"With this, we can deal with the enemy hidden in the dark."

Howard said confidently.

"Iron man, I like the name Luke gave me."

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Earth-199999 universe.

New York.

"Is this the timeline pointed by mieba?"

A blue light flickered, and lux walked out of it undamaged.

There was no lightning and thunder, and the wind and cloud changed color like the terminator.

Then expose your strong body like a pervert.

"Is this... Nick Frey's body?"

Lukyang held a handful of floating dust in his hand. Just as the one eyed director saw his arrival, he also witnessed the disappearance of each other.