Superman - 271 Chapter 271 A Day When Superman Is Not Here (1)

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

The high-rise buildings standing on the Potomac River, the lights dimmed one by one, and only the high-rise offices were still on.

Howard leaned on the desk, struggling to write something.

“This is the eighth month of Superman’s disappearance. My friend, the Pentagon’s lieutenant general, the leader of SHIELD… he is gone, disappeared on this planet-I don’t think Luke is dead. Although rumors similar to this are on the rise, and there is a growing trend.”

“I also know who is behind the scenes to promote all this.”

“Just two months ago, Mr. President read an emotional eulogy in front of the world. So far, the military has not confirmed the death of Lieutenant General Luke Cavill, but our president can’t wait. The news was announced-really intriguing.”

“Although he praised Superman, he described Luke as a shining beacon of the human world, and said that losing him is not only a huge loss to the United States, but even more so to this beautiful world in peace.”

“The departure of a hero, the fall of a star, the collapse of a lighthouse-it’s really moving.”

“I think, Mr. President’s father passed away, he may not be so sad. Forgive me for using such harsh words, as long as I think of that hypocritical face, my appetite will be halved-this is what I have recently lost a lot of. the reason.”

“With all due respect, the president’s behavior is like a thief who breaks into the house and steals, always worrying about his owner’s return-even if he sits in the White House and is the nominal manager of the country, but his inner timidity and fear completely cover up Can’t live.”

“The situation in the world is changing. Upon learning that Superman was’disappearing’, the Soviet side opened a vodka in the Kremlin to celebrate! A sword of Damocles that hung over their heads and would fall at any time disappeared. I believe those high officials finally If you can sleep well, you don’t have to worry about Superman falling from the sky and hanging them on the Red Square.”

“Without the important weight of maintaining balance, the relationship between the two superpowers is becoming increasingly tense. A month and a half ago, the White House had a heated discussion on whether to deploy medium-range missiles, Thor missiles and Jupiter missiles in Italy and Turkey.”

“Peace and beauty… With the departure of Superman, it has long since disappeared. Only the shadow of nuclear war is left!”

“The atmosphere of horror is permeating. I heard that Castro has asked for help from the Soviet Union. The pace of World War III seems to be getting closer and the scale of the doomsday clock is moving forward steadily and resolutely.”

At this point, Howard furrowed his brows deeper.

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

Reached out and picked up the glass on the table, taking a sip of whiskey.

On Howard’s face, the past cynicism is gone, full of worries about the future.

“After Superman left, S.H.I.E.L.D.’s life was not easy. Without the huge structure of support and support, it is like a giant with a lame leg, staggering and struggling.”

“The guy sitting in the White House–is actively dismembering S.H.I.E.L.D. and restricting its power. The bastards of the FBI and the CIA are happy to see this.”

“I’m not sure if I have been under surveillance. The only people who know the identity of the president are probably only me and Nick Fury-a black-faced agent with no sense of humor.”

“I have tried various methods, and even just a week ago, Skynet launched the first artificial satellite.”

“I’m smarter than the Soviet rocket experts. Their Sputnik One is eleven days behind me.”

“But I still haven’t found the whereabouts of Superman. I began to affirm my inner guess that Luke is very likely to have left this planet, and even left this universe.”

“In the fifth century BC, Democritus proposed the concept of’numerous worlds’, thinking that the world is formed by the movement of atoms.”

“Later, the ancient Greek philosopher Epicurus said that’the world is pluralistic’.”

“Leibniz affirmed and added this point.”

“If all this is true, then Luke may have been taken away from the parallel world due to some force majeure.”

“I really want to bring him back. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to find any partners who can communicate with quantum mechanics normally and study parallel space-time travel.”

“They either regarded me as a lunatic or they thought I was taking drugs-it is worth mentioning that there was a young man named Henry Jonathan Pim. He wrote several interesting papers and gave me some inspiration. Sparks.”

“I can only put hope on the Cube of the Universe, but this road has also been blocked. 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. The black hand hiding behind the White House has forced me and S.H.I.E.L.D. into a corner.”

“The Hellfire Club can’t help either. The White House has a close relationship with Essex Corporation-it is the latest biogene company.”

“The situation of the mutants is not optimistic. They have become caged animals again. The radicals and the moderates quarrel with each other and become a tool to be used… It’s a mess.”

“I can’t imagine how he handled these tasks when Luke was still alive.”

“By the way, I can also spare some free time for recreational activities that promote physical and mental health.”

“I think it is necessary for me to learn this practical skill of time management.”

“…”

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

This is a habit developed in recent times. Sooner or later, the White House will attack S.H.I.E.L.D. and attack itself.

No matter what the result is, he will leave something behind.

Tell others, tell… Superman who doesn’t know when he will return.

“Why haven’t I found out before that Luke is so important.”

Howard looked up, finished his last sip of whiskey, and then stood in front of the French windows for a few minutes.

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

While shaking, he took the elevator to the underground garage.

At this time, most of the staff of SHIELD had already left work.

In the underground garage, only the sound of Howard’s footsteps and the slightly 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 car drove out of the garage and galloped towards the upscale hotel in Washington, DC.

“The target appears.”

A cold stare fixed Howard, who was driving alone.

Then, the roar of an engine rang.

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

Like a hunter, following the prey.

“Kill Howard.”

An order came from the miniature headset.

“Roger that.”

The man replied.

He glanced at the Ford car driving in front, turned the steering wheel on the viaduct, and prepared to take a shortcut to block the opponent.

Step on the gas pedal tightly and swiftly speed.

…

…

“Jarvis, what’s the matter? Claiming to be my friend? In the afternoon? I don’t remember…”

Howard answered the phone while holding the steering wheel.

Fortunately, he didn’t know someone named Strange, otherwise he would definitely know that the driving was irregular, and he might pay a heavy price.

“Wait! Mom messed with Fak!”

Howard, who answered the phone, suddenly saw a car burst out.

The tires rubbed the ground, making a harsh sound, blocking the middle of the road.

Frightened, he quickly slowed down and braked, and the whole person slammed against the steering wheel.

Before Howard yelled at him, a black figure that blended into the night perfectly pushed the car door and walked down.

Holding a Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, he skipped the cliché link of uttering ruthless words and explaining his intentions, and fired directly.

Da da!Da da da!

The bullet-proof car window glass suddenly cracked like a spider web.

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

After a fierce burst of fire that lasted nearly two minutes, the killer threw away the submachine gun that had empty two magazines and walked straight to the Ford.

Raising his hand to tear open the bullet-proof car door full of bullet holes, like tearing off a fragile thin paper.

Such power is simply inhuman!

only–

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

Boom!

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

The terrible power enough to penetrate the steel plate hit the killer’s chest.

Click!

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

I saw the man’s sternum collapsed and he vomited blood.

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

“Heh, really thought that sending some trash fish over can solve me?”

Howard, wearing a portable exoskeleton armor, squeezed out the car door and smiled triumphantly.