"If Luke's guess, as you said, that Kang the Conqueror is pretending to be the President, then this guy on TV, is he real or fake?"

Howard asked solemnly at the Stark Mansion in Long Island, Manhattan.

His eyes were on the TV, and the President on screen was giving a speech in a painful tone.

The main content was about the official explanation of the White House attack.

After all, there was such a huge commotion.

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

It was too difficult to hide.

The Pentagon didn't have the technology that could erase memories by clicking something.

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

Howard muttered and turned the TV off.

He briefly summarized the contents of the previous speeches.

All this was most likely a conspiracy by the Soviet Union, who wanted to assassinate the President and undermine the stability and prosperity of the country.

Thanks to Superman, who saw through the tricks and came to the rescue. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable.

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

When the President got excited, he couldn't help but act and play accordingly.

If Luke were here, there would be a strong desire to vomit.

Throwing the blame to the Red Bear was the basic operation of the Land of The Free, both now and in the future.

They were always good at setting up an imaginary enemy, an evil country, against themselves and the people.

Then all the mistakes and all the serious consequences were turned into bullets.

Right now, the Red Bear standing on the other side of the world played this role.

Therefore, when the White House exploded and burned into ruins.

The culprit had been found!

It was the Soviets!

A minor earthquake occurred in Washington, D.C., changing the color of the sky and the earth and causing many anomalies.

The Soviets also did that!

"It's hard for me to make a correct judgment about the President's identity."

Nick Fury shook his head, and his brow wrinkled tightly.

"However, judging from this overly bizarre statement, there's a high probability that he may be fake."

According to the Director's instructions, he came to look for Howard Stark, who was addicted to his work and couldn't extricate himself.

And tell the other party about the Blood Councils and Luke's analysis.

However, before Howard did anything, even worse news came.

The White House was in ruins, and Superman's whereabouts were unknown.

"The Director directly went to the White House, and before he left, he didn't leave any explanation, so I don't know what happened later."

Fury's eyes revealed a bit of worry.

He didn't know why the Director would investigate the White House Chief of Staff and his secret collusion with the Blood Council until now.

This wasn't only a politician -- doing something for an exchange of interests; there was a bigger conspiracy behind it.

It involved the identification of the President and the future direction of the world.

"According to Luke's character, if he directly went to the White House, it proves that he had completely confirmed his speculation and had enough evidence on hand. He was confident that he could solve what happened later."

Howard was wearing pajamas, barefoot on the carpet. If you added a tobacco pipe on him, he might pass off as a cameo for Sherlock Holmes.

"But why did he disappear?"

At this time, it has been 6 hours since a fire broke out in the White House and riots broke out in Washington, DC.

The sky was grey, and the faint light of the morning dawn rushed out of the horizon, spewing out the breath of life.

Howard stared out of the window, his brow furrowed.

That's what he couldn't figure out. The White House turned into ruins, and the riots in Washington, D.C., were definitely the aftermath of a battle between Superman and Kang the Conqueror.

If we look at the ending, it seemed that Superman had lost.

Because Luke's whereabouts were unknown.

Whether he was alive or dead, it was unknown.

"I've never seen Luke fail."

Howard found a cigarette and puffed out some smoke.

For him, nicotine helped him think.

"Even though Kang the Conqueror is a man from the future, from the 31st century, defeating Superman wouldn't be that easy. And also, giving Luke no chance to escape, and directly erasing him -- that's really unlikely."

Howard never doubted Superman's strength.

Luke Cavill was the young Lieutenant General and the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. His strength was based on winning again and again, rather than false propaganda and exaggerated rumors.

Those opponents who ended up miserable, such as Red Skull, Aryan Supermen of Berlin, Namor of Atlantis, Sebastian Shaw of the Hellfire Club ...

They were a warning to others; that when they were up against Superman and becoming his enemy, they wouldn't make it out alive.

"Mr. Stark, the worst-case scenario, the Director has likely encountered a bad situation -- his strength is enough to ignore 90% of danger, and it's difficult for us to find a strong enough enemy on this planet, who can defeat Superman."

"But Kang the Conqueror came from the 31st century. He has all kinds of high-tech weapons. He may not be able to erase Superman physically. But what if he replaces 'killing' with 'imprisonment' or 'exile'?"

Nick Fury made a wild guess.

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

Howard nodded his head and praised the young man.

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

Nick Fury remembered the speech that had no credibility on TV.

Howard evoked a sarcastic smile on his lips. He whispered, "Yes, the Soviets are afraid of Superman's strength, fearing that one day Luke would fall from the sky and appear in the Kremlin, then drag those people out and hang them in the Red Square ... To prevent the imbalance between the East and West camps and stop the expansion of the United States in dominating the world."

"So, the Soviets prepared this raid plan."

"On the surface, it was to assassinate the President, but the real goal was Superman."

Nick Fury's mouth twitched. He finally saw the shameless faces of those politicians.

It seemed that the Red Bear didn't know what happened. While people were growing corn in Siberia, the blame had firmly stuck to their heads.

"But what method did the Soviets use to get rid of Superman?"

Nick Fury thought that this excuse for blaming someone was very poor. It's Superman, the god of the new era.

In North America today, some people may not know who the President was, who the Governor was and who the Mayor was, but he believed that everyone knew Superman.

How could such a legendary existence simply disappear?

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

"To save tens of millions of innocent people, Superman was going to send the bomb into outer space, sacrifice himself, and then ... he was gone."

"The more reliable speculation is that the explosion of the proton bomb opened the Einstein-Rosen Bridge, which led to Superman's disappearance. We can't see him if he survived, and we can't see a corpse if he died."

Howard shrugged his shoulders, saying that the President was really imaginative.

The man might write novels when he's retired.

"If the Soviets have proton bombs, why don't they directly use them as weapons? Send people to sneak them into the cities on the east coast, launch them at once, destroy the defense lines, and then send a fleet to attack? "

Nick Fury, in keeping with his professional habit of thinking seriously, asked in disbelief.

"You have to ask the Soviets about this. I can't figure it out. If they can study that thing and make it into weapons, is it really necessary to assassinate the President?"

As a scientist, Howard felt the lies fabricated by the President were ridiculous.

"It's completely possible to apply the relevant technology to rockets, launch space races, or use it as an ultra-small and ultra-light high-energy generator of various systems. In this way, if they press the launch button in the Kremlin, they could blow the North American continent into ruins."

Nick Fury didn't quite understand, but that didn't stop him from nodding.

"So, what should we do now?"

He looked at Howard, whose hair was in a mess, was clad in an oversized robe, and had a cigarette in his mouth.

Currently, there might be only two people who knew the President's identity.

It was necessary to come up with a practical plan to cope with the coming crisis.

"First of all, we pretend nothing happened, strive for stability, and continue to participate in S.H.I.E.L.D's work."

Howard rolled his eyes and began to think.

"Second, it's imperative to determine Luke's situation. If that guy is lucky enough, nothing should happen to him."

"If he's really imprisoned by Kang the Conqueror or fell into a trap and couldn't get out of trouble, I'll find a way to bring him back!"

Howard glanced at the young man and asked, "By the way, what's your name?"

"Nicholas Joseph Fury, a new agent of S.H.I.E.L.D, and Director Cavill's driver."

Nick Fury replied.

"Can I trust you, Fury?"

Howard asked again.

"As long as you're not asking me to betray national interests, I'll definitely obey orders, Mr. Stark."

Fury said seriously.

"That's good."

Howard beckoned and motioned for the other party to follow.

"Actually, I wanted to give Luke a surprise. Who knew he would meet with such an accident!"

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

Kacha! Kacha!

The sound of a machine rang, gears turning, pulling some chains.

The heavy iron gate rose. It was so dark inside that it was impossible to see the exact scene.

Howard went in, followed by Nick Fury.

"This is my ... first-generation machine!"

He pressed the switch, and the light overhead struck, revealing a huge, thick steel armor.

An awkward-looking head, and stout limbs.

An unpainted silvery-white outer shell with a machine gun on the shoulder.

The core on the chest glowed with a dim light.

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

Howard said confidently.

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

...

Earth-199999.

New York.

"This is the timeline where Thanos did the snap?"

A blue light flashed, and Luke walked out of it without any problems.

There were no lightning, thunder, and clouds, like the Terminator.

Then, like a pervert, exposing his muscular body.

"This is ... Nick Fury's body?"

Luke lifted up his hand and grabbed a handful of floating dust. Just as the one-eye Director saw his arrival, he also witnessed the other party's disappearance.

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