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Because of Luke's existence, the butterfly flapped its wings vigorously, triggering many unexpected and strange changes.

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

Or, the first generation of Iron Man was Howard Stark, not his son.

On the spur of the moment, Luke had the idea to find something for Howard to do.

However, any concept and design that stayed on paper was a perfectly viable plan for a genius like the latter.

Therefore, Howard developed the first series of armor as early as Superman went to Earth-199999.

The model of the first-generation armor was similar to the Iron Monger from Obadiah Stane, which looked silly with its dark and thick power deterrent armor but gave a sense of strength and security.

It was his secret weapon, placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.

This set of portable mechanical exoskeleton was developed some time ago, which was used to cope with any kind of critical situation.

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

Howard was wearing something like a steel coat. His arms, waist, legs, chest, and head were covered with hard metal-like bones.

"Oh, Jarvis, it's nothing. A little accident happened."

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

After easily solving the killer with one punch, Howard fully understood what it was like to have strength.

This was a refreshing experience that couldn't be experienced by crushing others with your mind and wealth.

"It's hard to imagine how intensely satisfying it would be to become a Superman like Luke."

Howard muttered in a low voice.

Male creatures would always yearn for the most primitive and pure strength.

"By the way, I have to call S.H.I.E.L.D. to clean up the scene... if I had known, I would have left him alive. I could have given him to Nick Fury and see if he could pull out any useful information."

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

He was an arms dealer specializing in death and mayhem.

He was used to seeing broken limbs and blood flowing everywhere.

He already had psychological immunity towards corpses.

"Howard Stark. Confirmed, target alive. Continue the mission."

When the first Iron Man was satisfied, two more people came out of the car that blocked the way.

They wore the same combat uniform with a bulletproof vest over it, along with a half-cover mask and tactical goggles.

"Were you hiding in the trunk?"

Howard spatted.

'Where did these two guys hide?'

'I can't believe I didn't see them.'

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

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

As a scientific research consultant in S.H.I.E.L.D, a world-class genius and arms tycoon ...

It seemed that there were quite a few major players or other forces that he managed to offend.

The two figures were silent, holding a Poposha submachine gun in both hands; they directly opened fire.

They approached step by step, and the dense hail interwoven into a big net enveloped Howard.

"Not even a hello!?"

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

The tires rubbed black marks on the hard ground, and the special bullet-proof body was riddled with holes.

"Damn it! I didn't bring my Mark-1 with me! If not..."

Howard cursed himself. This portable mechanical exoskeleton was a metal extension driven by batteries, and its combat effectiveness depended entirely on the output power of the hydraulic valves.

In addition, there was an increased power electroshock device at the chest, which could release a high voltage current.

However, considering the energy loss, the exoskeleton would enter the standby state after being used twice.

Facing the fierce suppression of firepower, he was a bit overwhelmed.

'I have to wait for a chance. '

Howard calmly made a decision.

The hydraulic valves of the two mechanical arms opened and twisted to provide a powerful force.

With a jerk, he directly overturned the Ford.

Then, he kicked it hard.

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

Flames spewing out, setting off a violent wave of air!

"Still alive? This is a super soldier, right?"

Howard, who was repeatedly targeted, was shocked to see two figures crossing the blazing car wreck.

The opponent dropped the submachine gun in their hands and drew tactical daggers from their waist.

From beginning to the end, these assassins barely said a word, like machines with no emotions.

"Hand-to-hand?"

Howard was overjoyed to see that there was no hot weapon's fire to suppress him.

The two legs stepped apart, like a rampaging mammoth galloping away, trampling on the ground.

An iron fist blasted straight out!

Crack!

One of the assassins didn't dodge, two hands were interlocked, and he evaded.

His arm was nearly shattered and fractured, but he didn't show any traces of pain.

Instead, he caught Howard by surprise and raised his knee upward, slamming it into Howard's abdomen, which wasn't covered with metal.

Ugh!

The intense pain, and muscle spasms, almost made Howard vomit out his stomach acid.

The other assassin came around behind him with tacit understanding.

A forceful neck lock position from the man forcefully stopped Howard's ability to move.

The latter wasn't a trained special soldier and lacked actual combat experience.

After being caught inadvertently for a while, his shortcomings were exposed.

Zi zi! Zi zi zi!

Howard's brain turned quickly and decisively started the electroshock device in his chest.

The blue arc light kept jumping and suddenly released.

The assassin, who went around behind him and locked his neck, instantly gave off the unpleasant smell of being cooked and burnt.

However, the other party was also a ruthless person. As that happened, he still didn't let go.

Bang!

The assassin, who wasn't affected by the high voltage current, punched Howard in the chest. The powerful force destroyed the battery.

Those cold, hollow eyes stared at the target, and the tactical dagger held in his right hand struck his throat.

Clang!

The sound of metal crashing pierced people's eardrums.

Howard, who felt death coming, opened his eyes and saw that a round shield had hit the killer accurately. The copious power of the high-speed rotation knocked the other person out.

The shield then flew around in a completely unscientific trajectory and returned to its owner's hand.

A tall, strong, and handsome man slowly walked onto 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 hour after Superman's disappearance but was unsuccessful.

Steve Rogers, who was looking for Bucky, went to the Soviet Union with members of the Howling Commandos and soon broke off his regular contact with S.H.I.E.L.D.

The sudden reunion of old friends was a bit of a surprise for Howard.

Despite the darkness of the night and the blurred vision, those two strong pectoral muscles, and the upright eye-catching American's ass, were so obvious that they couldn't be faked.

This was Captain America!

Boom!

The killer with the bent right arm was still about to charge.

Captain America's eyes were blazing white. The terrifying energy, like spherical lightning, hit his opponent.

Flesh and blood shattered in an instant!

The high temperature evaporated everything without leaving a single trace!

"I'm sorry, I heard the news of Luke's disappearance, and I should have come back sooner. But halfway through ... a little accident happened."

Rogers came over with an apologetic look on his face.

He dismantled the mechanical exoskeleton that lost its power with his bare hands and rescued Howard.

"What is going on? Where is ... Luke?"

On hearing Captain America's question, Howard smiled bitterly, "It's a long story. I also want to know where that guy went."

The door of the car opened again while the two were catching up.

Two more killers came out!

"Does this car have infinite space?"

Howard's eyes widened. Five people already came out of there!

"They ... are Essex's clone fighters."

Rogers, seemingly unsurprised, took a step forward and stood in front of Howard.

His eyes sparkled with lightning.

"I also have a lot of things to tell you, Howard."

Captain America said in a deep voice.

"About Bucky, Hydra, and ... our President!"

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White House, Oval Office.

After a busy day's work, The President left the chair that symbolized the state's power.

He squeezed the bridge of his nose, took off his glasses, and stood on the carpet embroidered with the bald eagle.

A few seconds later, it seemed that some kind of switch was activated.

The ground shook slightly and descended slowly.

The President was standing on a metal lifting platform, surrounded by such darkness that he couldn't even see his fingers.

With his arrival, several laser beams shrouded and scanned him for confirmation.

"Welcome back."

A monotonous mechanical sound quietly said so, and the induction lights in the underground space were turned on one by one.

This was similar to the architectural layout of a military base, with wide spaces and cold colors.

On both sides of the wall stood nutrition chambers that were as tall as a person. Each was two-thirds filled with light green liquid.

A naked body was immersed in it, like a specimen in formalin.

The President seemed to feel nothing and walked on, entering a room through two thick alloy doors.

He sat on a metal chair, picked up a translucent helmet connected with many pipelines on the right-hand side, and put it on.

"Start transmission."

The President's eyes suddenly went hollow, and the whole person seemed to become a puppet, losing self-awareness.

"Business as usual. Continue to speed up the pace of the Cold War, limit the scope of power of S.H.I.E.L.D, and keep an eye on Howard Stark."

The monotonous mechanical sound read the memory on the President's brain and then gave instructions.

"He is a key figure! The future formation of the Avengers. Iron Man, one of the patriarchs, is Howard's son."

"This guy is a world-class genius and needs to be kept on his toes, preferably wiped out if necessary."

"The Tesseract, which is one of the six Infinity Stones, is an important bargaining chip that Hydra desperately wants to obtain."

"..."

A monotonous mechanical voice issued commands.

The whole process, like a repeating machine type of hypnosis, lasted about 2 hours.

"All right."

The President took off his helmet and left the room.

During the period, he had no expression, like a robot that was set up. Then he took the elevator back to the oval office.

"As for Howard Stark, I have sent killers to eliminate this potential threat."

A tall man with diamond-shaped gems inlaid on his forehead appeared in an underground laboratory.

"I've said it many times. Don't just take care of an important character like Howard Stark. It will only cause even worse trouble."

In the monotonous mechanical voice, there was a hint of irritation.

"It's as if Hydra knew the end of World War II, and then went to the past and tried to kill Captain America and Superman."

"Unless you plan well and eliminate all factors that may lead to failure, you will always face failure."

"Because they are the 'protagonists' of this story, the goddess of luck always favors them."

"Nathaniel-Essex, I'm an absolute expert in this field."

Mister Sinister raised his eyebrows, and a contemptuous smile appeared on his lips. He joked, "Kang the Conqueror, how did you fall to this point and become a fresh specimen soaked in formalin?"

Following along his line of sight, there was a complete human brain in a transparent glass jar.

That was Kang the Conqueror.

He should have died a long time ago.

Heat Vision had cut off his whole body, and the lower half of his body was reduced to mush.

In a few seconds, his life would have been lost.

The fact that he could still talk and 'live' was all thanks to Nathaniel Essex.

Mister Sinister, who ended up a little better than Kang the Conqueror, was an alpha mutant who was blown half to pieces by Superman, leaving him barely breathing.

He took the latter's brain out and put it into a nutrition pod, where its consciousness was connected to a high-tech computer from the future, becoming a virtual being resembling artificial intelligence.

"Because the world is not right!"

Mister Sinister's sarcastic smile aroused Kang the Conqueror's sorrowful heart.

"Superman ... never existed! At least in all the timelines that I've conquered, I've never heard of him!"

"That horribly powerful guy. He's like an actor who ran to the wrong studio!"

"Adding a part for himself while making a mess of the original story!"

Kang was very upset, like a player who failed in clearing the game and was ridiculed.

"Okay, stop talking."

The smile on Mister Sinister's face solidified. He didn't want to hear about Superman but knew about the other party.

Whenever he mentioned the young Lieutenant General, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, his whole body would faintly ache.

The sense of desperation with death overhead and no room for resistance really discouraged people from reliving and remembering.

"Anyway, he has ... disappeared."

Mister Sinister said.

It was as if he was comforting Kang the Conqueror but was actually reminding himself.

Superman was a nightmare for them.

"We must be prepared, take precautions, and not take it lightly."

Kang the Conqueror, who only had one brain left, reminded him.

"Although Superman was inadvertently taken out of this universe by my space-time transmission device."

"But no one knows where he has gone and whether he will come back."

Mister Sinister's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He was in a bad mood.

He felt that Kang, who didn't want to take the blame, still just had to add to their worries.

There were many universes, countless time and space; How could Superman come back?

"Don't worry, we control the President, which means we have a lot of resources."

Mister Sinister was patient because he still needed the information from Kang the Conqueror and his future technology.

"Essex is being supported by the government and is developing at a very fast pace. As long as I can completely control the mutants and get S.H.I.E.L.D.'s gene pool in Alkali Lake."

"At that time, I will not only be able to break through the limits of the Alpha level and enter a higher level."

"I can also build an invincible army with the help of the mutant genes."

"Like Apocalypse, becoming a god and conquering the whole world."

Mister Sinister was like a veteran general on stage, with banners from supporters planted all over his back.

After Superman left this universe, he was recuperating and healing from his injuries.

While working with Kang the Conqueror, he brainwashed the President and established Essex Biotech.

With the help of the future technology mastered by the latter, Mister Sinister's cloning technology had made further breakthroughs.

According to the template of a Super Soldier, he could manufacture replicas in large quantities.

This technology had attracted the attention of Hydra.

Both sides were villains and had the same enemy.

So, they hit it off, and both got what they needed.

According to Mister Sinister, everything was on the right track and moving forward steadily.

He didn't want anyone to interrupt his progress.

"By the way, not only Howard Stark, but Captain America, and Nick Fury also ... they are all key figures."

Kang the Conqueror added.

"If you want to eliminate the instability, it's best to solve it once and for all."

Mister Sinister nodded his head, indicating that he knew.

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Boom boom! Boom boom boom!

A few spherical lightning containing high-temperature energy evaporated the assassins that appeared later into a mass of charcoal.

"It should be over now."

Captain America wiped the nonexistent sweat on his forehead and turned to Howard.

That car, like the Suburban Chevrolet, had infinite space. Ten people had come down in groups.

It was like a steady stream of small teams for target practice.

"I wonder if it is a car or ... an unusual vehicle."

Howard lifted his chin, beckoning Captain America to take the lead and investigate what it was.

The latter had no problem with it. He carried the iconic vibranium shield in his right hand to prevent accidents like explosions.

Rip!

Tearing open the door with his bare hands, Rogers saw a silvery-white computer with a sci-fi appearance inside.

Several red and green wires are connected to ten culture bottles, which only need to follow the established procedures for growing and maturing.

"It's Essex Biotech."

Rogers wasn't surprised. He had seen the same clone fighters in the Soviet Union and Hydra.

According to the written gene templates, those killers with empty eyes and no feelings were continuously delivered like batch products on the assembly line.

"Such biotechnology is at least a century ahead of what's currently available!"

Howard glanced at it for a few moments and concluded.

He had always regarded Essex Biotech that had recently risen as a replica of Hammer Industries, which relied on government support and connections.

But he was shocked to see all the cutting-edge technology such as breeding vials, gene editing, and accelerating growth of these clones.

This wasn't something that could be developed casually!

"I have seen similar clone fighters."

Rogers said in a deep voice.

"When I learned that Superman disappeared, I was ready to come back, but on the way back, I encountered a massive attack."

Howard's eyes slightly dimmed, and he felt a large net was slowly coming down on him.

Not only himself, but also any person or thing related to Superman, or anything that could potentially harm the other party, were being erased.

"I found similar numbers on some clone fighters, all of whom were produced by Essex."

Rogers continued.

With the Howling Commandos, he conducted a long-term reconnaissance and gained some secret information.

"Hydra has close ties with this company. The man at the helm of Essex Biotech, Nathaniel, has always kept a low profile."

"However, according to our investigation, this person has close ties with the White House."

"By linking these clues together, we can draw a complete network of relationships."

Hearing this analysis from Captain America, Howard nodded slightly. It was exactly as he had guessed.

"I have some more ... great information that I want to share with you."

He stroked his mustache and spoke in a deep voice.

The President might be a future con-man, and Superman left the universe ...

Compared with those above, these two pieces of news might be more difficult to digest.

If he weren't psychologically sound and capable of accepting, Captain America would definitely think Howard was crazy, saying such outrageous 'facts'.

"Let's go to my house first. By the way, were you the one who came to my house this afternoon?"

Captain America nodded. He followed the trail, and after finding out the mastermind behind the scenes, he wanted to contact Howard.

In the absence of Luke, the only person who could be trusted and be of help was probably the latter.

Howard got into the intact car to go to the villa on Long Island.

His Mark-1 power armor was there. If Essex Biotech launched the second round of attack, his own armor would definitely give the other party a surprise.

"What did you learn in the Soviet Union? I mean, about Barnes."

While driving, Howard took the initiative to find a topic.

He heard from Luke that Captain America and Bucky had a deep relationship and a deep friendship.

Knowing that the latter might be in the Soviet Union and in the hands of Leviathan, Rogers, who was considering retirement, didn't hesitate to leave his beloved girlfriend and sneaked into Moscow with the Howling Commandos.

Such friendship sometimes led Howard to some extreme speculation.

"We were in Moscow for two months and ran into agents of the Red Room and almost got killed by them."

Rogers recalled the days when he hid his name, changed his identity, and lurked in Moscow.

"The Red Room was said to be Leviathan's secret organization, dedicated to training spies, agents, and assassins."

"They took in many war orphans and taught them etiquette, culture, dance and other skills; so that they could enter the upper class in the future."

"Of course, shooting, interrogation, counter-interrogation, and close-quarters combat ... are also mandatory."

"Everyone is a tool there. The best ones will be given the name [Black Widow]."

Rogers paused, thinking of a blonde woman.

"I ran into a black widow, and it was difficult for me to escape the trap with the Howling Commandos."

Howard raised his eyebrows. He had always been very sexually interested in female spies and female agents.

In Luke's words: Just eat the icing and shoot the shells back.

"Bucky really fell into the clutches of the Leviathan. He has a new name, Winter Soldier."

When it came to his good friend, Rogers's tone was a bit complicated.

"It's a pity that I couldn't bring him back."

"Bucky's existence, as well as his movements, is confidential in Leviathan. I have no access to them."

"I had to give up the idea of rescuing him for the time being because of Luke's accident and sudden disappearance."

Howard was silent for a moment. The urgent task was to locate Superman and bring him back.

As long as Luke was around, S.H.I.E.L.D, him and Captain America, and even the Cold War rivalry between the two superpowers could all be solved.

That was Superman's position!

A weight that was enough to change the whole world's situation!

"Here we are."

The car drove straight in and stopped at the door of the Long Island villa.

"Jarvis should be awake."

Howard stepped out of the car and raised his arm to look at the time.

His personal butler was usually busy until after 12 o'clock, and after finishing everything, he would go to bed.

"If you're hungry, you can ask him to make a sandwich or something."

Captain America was covering his stomach. He really was a bit hungry.

As a [battleship-class] soldier, his energy consumption also needed to be supplemented.

"Wait! Something's not right!"

Howard pushed open the door and saw the light in the living room, but Jarvis, the butler, didn't come to greet him.

This was very abnormal.

His butler had always been dedicated to his duties.

From his personal etiquette to ability, there wasn't a single fault to be found.

Every time Howard came home, the other party would stand at the door.

"Possible danger ..."

Howard stepped forward lightly while Captain America raised the vibranium shield.

The two men crept into the living room.

They saw a man sitting at the dining table who looked taller than Jarvis.

"I say, shouldn't you guys be more excited about meeting an old friend again?"

The familiar voice suddenly rang out, startling the two nervous men.

The man at the dinner table turned around, his lips smiling.

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"When we used to live in Brooklyn, what was your favorite flavor of pie? It's downstairs at the shop where we often go, Aunt Maggie's."

Rogers held the vibranium shield in his right hand, his eyes filled with blazing white energy, ready to shoot the other party in the face.

He wasn't a new recruit on the battlefield, that didn't even have the most basic vigilance.

Superman disappeared for so long and suddenly appeared in Stark's home, which sounded unbelievable.

Considering the cutting-edge technology mastered by Essex Biotech, they could manufacture so many clone fighters in batches.

It didn't seem impossible to make a fake Luke.

"First of all, I don't like pie. Secondly, there's a flower shop under my building owned by Jennifer's family, who's a lively and cheerful young lady."

Luke downplayed and pointed out several traps in Captain America's question.

"Steve, if you want to test me, I suggest using the embarrassment between you and Bucky."

"For example, you were trapped in a corner by Jamie and then beaten ... I remember once, they beat you half to death, Bucky stole some bread from the shop next door and gave it to the pot-bellied Dr. Will ..."

Luke talked about the past, glanced at Rogers with a relaxed expression, and continued, "Because of this, you had a quarrel with Bucky."

"You said: Ever since you were a child, your father taught you to be a good person and not to do bad things. Theft, it's wrong."

Rogers lowered the vibranium shield, bowed his head, and smiled. He was reminded of the past.

Even in the poorest and most difficult times, his father never did anything bad that violated morality and conscience.

The man who died in the war set an example and taught Captain America the most important lesson.

This was also the principles and mindset that Rogers would later uphold.

To be a good person.

A very simple truth.

"Yeah. Bucky said I was too stupid, but he accompanied me to apologize to the owner. He gave him a part-time job for a week."

Captain America put his shield aside, indicating that he believed that it was his old friend in front of him.

There were many things that only they knew.

Essex Biotech's cloning technology was more advanced, but it was impossible to copy memory.

Seeing this, Howard also sat down at the table.

He stroked his mustache and looked at Luke with a calm face. He couldn't wait to ask, "Where have you been?"

This was a question that the whole world wanted an answer to!

Superman vanished.

It once occupied all the headlines of the world for several months.

About this matter.

Many conspiracy theories emerged.

Here in America, they said the Soviet Union planned and launched an unexpected surprise attack.

It intended to undermine the world's stability and provoke the fuse of war between the two superpowers.

Not to be outdone, the Red Bear accused the Bald Eagle of persecuting their war heroes.

This was all because Luke Cavill refused the President's goodwill gesture and refused to lean towards the capitalist elites.

Superman, as a pacifist, didn't agree with the American's hegemony but made great efforts to promote the Paris Summit and eliminate the conflicts between the land civilization and Atlantis.

However, such behavior was regarded as betrayal and a threat by the American capitalist group, so the President and related interests conspired against the other party.

To test this theory, the Soviet side sought various information about Superman.

For example, past propaganda images, speeches, and so on.

Among them, Luke had repeatedly mentioned the words 'world peace' and 'unity of all mankind'.

This showed that Superman had the world at heart and was a beacon of light for the righteous.

He was fundamentally different from America, which wanted to colonize the world with hegemony.

A certain loving father even openly declared that Superman was a true Red Son.

Although the other person grew up in Brooklyn, was poisoned and brainwashed by capitalism, he kept a clear head and leaned toward this side.

The Soviets didn't mind complimenting Superman as long as it nauseated the White House people, even if it shaped the other party into a beacon of the world and an embodiment of light.

In this way, the two sides engaged in several back-and-forth public opinion campaigns on the matter.

Until recently, the heat had dropped.

"It's a long story, but it was a fun and exciting trip."

Luke talked while enjoying his sandwich.

He began by explaining the intricacies of the multiverse and then picked up a few anecdotes.

For example, the Sorcerer Supreme Battle.

There was also the brother-sister relationship of the Asgardians.

As for the Infinity Stones and the Final Battle, they were spoilers, so he couldn't tell them.

"So, you went to a similar universe and became the Sorcerer Supreme?"

Howard poured himself several glasses of whisky before he managed to digest the information.

"You've summed it up pretty well."

Luke nodded and added.

"By the way, I also met your ... son."

"He inherited the Stark family genes and the family-style to perfection."

Hearing this, Howard's sleepy mood was lifted.

Although he wasn't married now and hadn't even thought about it.

However, hearing that the Stark family legacy persisted -- as Jarvis often said, Howard's insistence on being a bachelor for life, he couldn't give up a forest for a single tree, and keeping such bad habits as his excessive indulgence, alcoholism, and staying up late.

The Stark family, in all likelihood, would end with his generation.

"A son? I actually like daughters better."

Howard expressed some dislike for Tony's existence.

He's a standard daughter-first kind of man and loved cute babies who could sit on his shoulders and would say that they wanted to ride a big horse.

'What?'

'Can't son's do that too?'

Howard curled his lips. If he got a son, then he was better off tinkering with his own toy car.

He had little interest in the more straightforward paternal love.

"What's his name? Is he married? Tell him that the Stark men are always the best ones, so he shouldn't disgrace his father."

After thinking about it, the mustached man added, "If I'm not good enough there, tell him not to worry."

"After all, it's my first time being a dad, and I have no experience. I can only learn from the experience of my father, his grandfather."

Luke was taking a sip of his bourbon and almost sputtered.

He didn't expect this wave of vanity to shift the blame to someone else.

"You're a very qualified father, and your son adores you. So, Howard, you don't have to worry about that."

Luke patted the other on the shoulder and consoled.

'However, in the future, you will have a worse outcome.'

'You would be assassinated by Captain America's best friend, and your wife would die too.'

Luke thought silently.

That was the doomed ending of the movie universe.

But, in this world.

If the Winter Soldier and Howard go head-to-head, it's unclear who would win and who would lose.

With the Iron Monger-like power armor, it should be a 50/50 match against a Super Soldier.

"When did you come back?"

Rogers interjected.

"About 15 minutes ago."

Luke replied.

After leaving the Sorcerer Supreme universe, he once again experienced several different worlds.

There was the Wolverine -- Old Man Logan, universe. A universe where mutants had been reduced to rubble and nearly extinct.

There were also the Superior Spider-Man universes where Spider-Man and Doctor Octopus exchanged souls and smashed up New York.

All in all, he passed through four or five stopovers before finally finding the right way home.

"I was in Nepal, went to Kamar Taj, visited the Sorcerer Supreme who skipped work to relax, and expressed my concern for my colleagues."

Luke wiped his mouth and faintly said, "After drinking a cup of tea and returning from New York, I came to see Howard about the situation."

"Tell me, where are they hiding behind the scenes?"

"I could fly over right now and get rid of all the problems."

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"What? Are you going to run to the White House and punch the President to death?"

Howard slightly frowned, as if he was worried that Luke would act excessively under impulse.

If Superman lost his mind and became an unscrupulous existence, it would be a disaster for the whole world.

"Although we all know that he's fake, according to the procedure, we should find conclusive evidence before implementing law enforcement measures."

"That way, you won't be charged with 'assassinating the President', and Superman won't be a terrorist."

Howard calmly analyzed. The likes of Essex Biotech, Kang the Conqueror, Hydra, and others, was no longer a problem.

Because Luke was back.

With Superman sitting in S.H.I.E.L.D, and they couldn't afford to turn over any waves. At most, they could only do little tricks behind their backs.

'What we should do next is to rectify order and solve problems step by step.'

"Do I look impulsive?"

Luke picked his eyebrows with a relaxed smile.

He could understand Howard's concern, and the simplest means were often used as the last resort.

Scheming, struggle, competition ... This was the normal state of gambling in all sizes.

No one would think of violently overturning the table as soon as they sat.

That would lead to fewer and fewer people taking part in the game.

In the end, they would be left alone, rolling the dice in loneliness and boredom.

"I just put forward an idea, don't be too nervous."

Luke waved his hand to placate Howard and Captain America.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Howard breathed a sigh of relief. If Superman insisted on doing that, he couldn't stop him.

"I know that sometimes lies are more convincing than the truth."

Luke paused, looked at Howard, and whispered, "The main problem isn't the President, he's in that seat, and every move he makes is being watched."

Of course, if the President was that master bullshitting the one that often used the phrase 'no one knows about that better than I do', then that was a different story.

It would have been better, to tell the truth straight away and tell the public that a man from the future had impersonated the President and banished himself to a parallel universe.

It sounded more like a science fiction movie, too far ahead of its time to be credible.

It wasn't easy for people of this generation to accept the complex concepts of parallel universes, future time, and cloning.

"The cake should be eaten one bite at a time. I'm going to take care of Essex Biotech first."

Luke tapped his fingers on the table and asked a pajama-clad Jarvis for some whiskey.

"That's a good idea."

Howard nodded as he thought so.

With advanced and cutting-edge cloning technology, Essex Biotech could build a powerful army composed of Super Soldiers at any time.

If they dared to assassinate him openly today, they might do it to others tomorrow.

This was a time bomb that needed to be dismantled.

"If you want to take down Essex, go to someone you know who can provide useful information and act as a suitable tool."

Howard's eyes flashed.

Aside from being S.H.I.E.L.D's science advisor and world-class genius.

He was also a successful businessman and a qualified capitalist.

How to use effective means to destroy a rising company as quickly as possible...

In this respect, he had a lot of experience.

After all, if one read more, one would know more.

"You mean Emma?"

Luke quickly understood Howard's meaning. Only the White Queen, Emma Frost, of the Hellfire Club could help.

Speaking of this, after returning to Earth-1024, he hadn't had time to meet those … women.

Catching up, embracing, renewing old intimacies ... could all be put aside for now; there's no rush.

He had only been away for eight months, not eight years.

Unlike Captain America, who woke up from a deep sleep, everything had changed dramatically.

By this time, the world was on the verge of entering the Cold War phase of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

"Bingo!"

Howard snapped his fingers and pulled the pasta from his plate with his fork.

Jarvis had just made it. It tasted average, but it was filling.

The three of them sat in the dining room and chatted, making trouble for the butler who had gone to bed, and by the way, letting the other party fix their evening meal.

"In case you didn't know, the White Queen, who is now the leader of the Hellfire Club, is one of the representatives of the moderate mutants faction."

As Howard rolled up his noodles, he said, "Essex Biotech is very interested in mutants. Three months after you left, they took over all the work on the mutants that S.H.I.E.L.D was originally in charge of. It was by order of the President and pressure from the Pentagon."

"Originally, S.H.I.E.L.D adopted a gentle policy of appeasement towards mutants. Coaching, monitoring and documenting, greatly eased the relationship between the two parties."

"But the Essex side was less patient and continued the military's brutal, hard-line approach, which caused a lot of trouble and fueled public opinion."

Hearing this, Luke's face remained unchanged, but his eyes grew a little colder.

"From what I know about Emma, she should be making a move."

For the White Queen, Essex Biotech just had a small role in the bright future.

Behind it stood Mister Sinister, an Alpha mutant with many abilities.

"They did have some ... conflicts."

Howard nodded his head.

White Queen wasn't the kind of person to submit to humiliation.

Her Hellfire Club had several fights with Essex Biotech, but in the end, it failed to get the upper hand.

"At the Paris Peace Summit, a bill on the registration of mutants and related policies was prepared."

Howard had some regrets. He knew Luke's setup and how much work S.H.I.E.L.D had put into it.

"However, Essex Biotech stepped in, which turned the originally eased racial relations into sharp contradictions."

Luke was silent for a moment and whispered, "It doesn't matter. A positive hero always needs a villain to complement him."

"Essex played the role perfectly."

...

...

Hellfire club.

Inside the hall.

The White Queen sat at the top seat on a soft red carpet that ran from her feet to the door.

"Emma, what are you going to do?"

Silver Fox, Kayla, standing beside her, glanced at her sister with a cold face.

During this period, Essex Biotech had stepped up its efforts to capture mutants.

Those clone fighters, whose movements had become more frequent, were capturing more and more of their compatriots into prison.

The Hellfire Club, as a representative camp for the mutants, had carried out many rescues, but it had achieved very little success.

"I don't know."

White Queen shook her head.

On the one hand, Essex Biotech had the government as its umbrella, and all its actions were reasonable and legal.

The arrest of mutants was also justified by reasons such as assisting in investigations, cooperating with inspections, and other reasons.

On the other hand, she was no match for Mister Sinister.

That guy was an Alpha mutant, and he also had an ability similar to telepathy.

In a head-to-head battle, the White Queen would only be defeated.

"I want to lead the group back to Boston, consolidate the forces at hand and unite more of my compatriots against the oppression of Essex Biotech."

In the hall, it was just the White Queen and her sister Silver Fox, so there was no need to cover up what they were saying.

"And you? I heard that you were going to Canada with Logan? He has no other hobbies except smoking cigars, drinking, and fighting. He also has that beast-like brother with him."

White Queen persuaded.

She didn't think that Wolverine was worthy of her sister. By the standards of the general public, the wolf had nothing to offer other than his strength and wild charm.

There was no money, no room, and a grumpy brother who acted as a third wheel in their world of two.

If they did get together, they would definitely not be happy after marriage.

"You have too many misunderstandings about Logan. He's actually a very ... docile person."

Kayla had a soft smile. She had already tamed Wolverine.

The only issue that needed to be considered may be the opposing brother, Sabretooth.

Out of her psychic instincts, Kayla feels that Logan's cranky older brother didn't seem to like her very much.

"I remember that S.H.I.E.L.D originally wanted to build an exclusive school for mutants, and you would manage it ... was this plan shelved?"

Kayla changed the subject. With the disappearance of Superman, the contradiction between mainstream society and mutants became increasingly violent.

The situation at the Hellfire Club had also gotten difficult.

"That's all in the past."

The White Queen shook her head with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Although, she and that disappearing guy were only 'special friends' who occasionally went on a friendly match.

However, many things could only be understood as precious if they were lost.

Without Superman standing in front, she had been subjected to covetous eyes, ill will, and pressure from the federal government and other forces.

The Hellfire Club was tottering and struggling.

Even its very existence was threatened, not to mention its continued development.

"A while ago, it seemed that everything was getting better. It seemed that mutants would have a bright future, but they were all an illusion."

The White Queen looked down and said, "It's only because someone gave us hope. When he went away, all the promises were lost."

"S.H.I.E.L.D can no longer shelter mutants. Without Superman, it will be dismantled sooner or later."

Kayla sighed, unlike her sister, the White Queen, who was determined to be the leader of the mutant camp...

The dream of all their compatriots, to be treated equally and have normal lives.

She was no exception.

Who wanted to go to Canada if they could take root in New York, Boston, or other cities?

Kayla knew very well that being a driver actually had a higher priority than being a lumberjack in Logan's career planning.

"So, I have such an important place in your heart? That's very flattering."

The frivolous voice came from outside the hall.

Under the astonished gaze of the White Queen, Luke stepped onto the red carpet and made his way to the seat at the top.

"What? Aren't you happy to see me?"

Looking at the White Queen, who seemed to be in a daze, Luke reached out and held her chin. The corner of his lips slightly curled up.

While Kayla, who stood aside, felt that her existence seemed redundant.

She was also very sensible and withdrew from the hall in silence, leaving the battlefield to the two.

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The two people in the hall didn't start a fierce battle, as Kayla imagined, or had an indescribable sexual encounter.

First of all, their relationship wasn't to that extent.

Luke and White Queen, at best, had a pure friendship of 'appreciating each other's skills and body', without any deep feelings.

The former was interested in the driving experience, while the latter was interested in the driving skills.

To a certain extent, each could be regarded as having their own needs and satisfying each other.

Therefore, as soon as they met, they hugged excitedly, then shook their tongues, kissed each other breathlessly, and then talked with each other about love … this wouldn't be in line with their true feelings.

They weren't the type to directly do the deed unless they were too eager and hungry.

Luke wasn't a Robinson who spent 28 years alone on a deserted island, relying on handicrafts or living like a caveman to pass his days.

He had a few friendly matches with Magik, the Queen of Limbo, during the Sorcerer Supreme Battle, and it was a wonderfully fulfilling and enjoyable experience for both sides.

Without the urgent need, there won't be an impatient impulse.

"Is it really you?"

When the White Queen saw Superman, who had disappeared for a long time, she subconsciously released her psychic powers.

And then, like hitting a solid iron wall, she was slightly dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprise.

"The President publicly announced your death on TV, and a few days ago, there was a national day of mourning. "

"The Soviet Union, on the other side of the world, was celebrating your disappearance with a free flow of vodka, so they could finally get a good night's sleep. "

"The mutant order fell apart after you left and returned to the unfortunate situation of having nothing. "

"S.H.I.E.L.D is crumbling and facing the fate of being disbanded ..."

The White Queen left her seat as she struggled to calm her emotions.

But the rapid breathing, the heaving breasts, revealed her true thoughts.

"It sounds like I'm very important to the world. "

Luke chuckled.

He didn't expect that the White Queen would be so excited about his return.

This was much more satisfying than Howard and Captain America's welcoming.

White Queen looked up at Luke and whispered, "I once heard a saying about how the planet never revolves around one person. "

"But after seeing you disappear, all this happened. "

"I think this statement might not always be true. "

"Luke, you are like a celestial body that affects everything around you, and you would gradually expand your influence. "

Luke's mouth curved up. What the White Queen said was exactly what he had been trying to achieve.

He was steadily building a network of personal interests to ensure that he had a strong voice in the face of any force.

From a war hero, a military mascot, to a strategic deterrent walking nuclear weapon, and a smooth transition to power.

Luke saw himself as a player at the world's gambling table and wanted nothing more than to pocket all the good cards so that he could control the direction of the future and keep everything from spiraling out of control.

Just like people with obsessive-compulsive disorder, when they see a wine glass in the wrong position, they have to be put back in place; otherwise, they would feel uncomfortable.

He believed that this was some kind of common problem of travelers, or rather, the psychological problems left behind by the once weak.

Hating the unknown and unstable, as well as sudden changes and trouble.

"Ms. Frost, your compliments just made my day better. "

Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that had crept in and the self-reflection that had passed by.

The satisfaction brought by power was only the garnish for the main meal.

He still had a long way to go and wouldn't be confined to the planet under his feet.

It's still a little too early to feel complacent right now.

"Let's talk about your troubles. You know, I've always been happy to help people with their problems and deal with them. "

Luke put his hand around the White Queen's waist and leaned against the wide and comfortable seat.

When he came to Hellfire Club, he didn't just want to catch up and get close to her.

There were other matters.

"I was waiting for you to say that. "

The latter sat down on Luke's lap and wrapped her hands around the opponent's neck. They stuck together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous position.

If the people of the Hellfire Club saw this, some jaws would drop, while other mutants could hear their hearts breaking.

Generally speaking, a male-dominated power structure would be either assertive or affectionate, displaying the full range of human characteristics.

Women with the power of eloquence tend to design their own image carefully to win the support of more people.

To put it simply, the White Queen's persona in the Hellfire Club was an unattainable iceberg goddess.

But here with Luke, the goddess in many younger mutant fantasies, easily shed her cold beauty outer layer and invulnerability.

"You should also be aware of the recent actions of Essex Biotech. They are capturing mutants for genetic experiments and trying to take the research site at Alkali Lake from S.H.I.E.L.D. "

The White Queen's eyes showed a hint of gloating, knowing that someone was going to learn their lesson.

The last guy who tried to grab something from Superman's hand was already six feet under.

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"... that's Nathaniel Essex. He's a powerful mutant. He once followed Apocalypse, but now, he's mixed up with the government. "

The White Queen didn't add fuel to the flames and just told him about Essex Biotech's plan as it was.

The latter, along with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman, was in the opposing camp themselves.

Otherwise, why would Kang the Conqueror ask Mister Sinister to cooperate with him?

The latter was dedicated to becoming the next mutant god after Apocalypse.

He worked hard to study biological genes in an attempt to change his life by relying on science.

Unfortunately, Mister Sinister had an unbeatable opponent and an insurmountable obstacle, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.

The disappearance of the latter, coupled with persuasion from Kang the Conqueror.

Mister Sinister took the risk and tried again and again, repeatedly walking on the edge, almost having his head blown off.

"Okay, I need you and the Hellfire Club to step up to the plate. "

After listening, Luke's eyes flickered slightly, and he lightly smiled, "If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a large company that's on the rise and has a government background. "

"Howard developed a detailed plan for this. "

The White Queen nodded, not doubting Superman's words in the slightest.

Mister Sinister didn't seem to have much chance to win, either at the gambling table or in private.

This time, he bit off more than he could chew.

The White Queen smiled lightly and then blocked Superman's lips passionately.

In this way, she announced that the work discussion was over.

Next was a private entertainment session.

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Two days later.

Essex building.

This 45-story skyscraper was one of the landmarks in Manhattan.

Originally a top-class apartment, but Mister Sinister bought it outright and used it for office space.

"It's nice to look down on all beings from above. "

Mister Sinister, dressed in a high-end suit, clasped his arms in front of his chest and expressed his sentiments.

Those people boast of being elite and high class, like tall buildings, because they enjoy the experience of having the city under their feet.

"I used to focus on experimental research, cold data, and cold corpses... but I forgot that life filled with power and money is actually quite interesting. "

Mister Sinister, now at the helm of Essex Biologics, had such a dull thought.

With the support of the White House and Kang's future technology, this company had made a name for itself in just six months.

Many media and newspapers believed that Essex would become the second Stark Industries.

Such a statement, in Mister Sinister's own ears, was more like a joke.

"Howard Stark ... is just lucky. "

Mister Sinister looked down on the world-class genius, partly due to a mutant's arrogance and partly due to his personality.

He was once a serious scientist of the same era as Darwin but was later rejected and discarded by mainstream academia for his extreme theories and racially charged speeches.

This past had made Mister Sinister psychotic, cynical, and jealous.

Since then, he hated any scientist who was sought after and approved of by the mass media.

Especially a genius like Howard Stark, who was recognized by the world.

"Maybe Kang is right. I should do it myself to make sure that nothing goes wrong. "

Mister Sinister rubbed his chin. The clone fighters sent a few days ago failed.

Howard Stark was obviously not as simple as he seemed. His hidden cards were unknown, and they helped him handle the clones that could all be called Super Soldiers.

Ring ring, ring ring --

The urgent ringing of the phone interrupted Mister Sinister's contemplation.

He turned around, approached it, and picked up the receiver.

"Mr. Essex, there are many ... mutants downstairs. They're protesting. "

The female secretary's slightly alarmed voice reached his ears.

"What protest?"

Mister Sinister felt surprised.

Since when did mutants have the audacity to appear in public?

And launching a protest?

"They said that the company captured and imprisoned mutants and conducted illegal, inhumane, and cruel experiments. "

Perhaps the female secretary had never seen such a scene before and spoke in panic, "The security guards tried to drive them away but failed. It attracted a lot of reporters. "

"I see. "

Mister Sinister said lightly and hung up the phone.

"Did the White Queen come up with this trick? I have the support of the President. Did she really think she could shake Essex by gathering a bunch of mutants who were rejected by the public and tell them to chant a few slogans? Naïve. "

Mister Sinister spoke with contempt and didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he saw the news playing on TV --

"My brother Bob has always been a good kid. He never did anything bad. "

"Just two days ago, people from Essex Biotech broke into my house, and they were ready to forcibly take Bob away -- just because he's a mutant. "

"Those fierce thugs, armed with a government work permit, pinned him to the ground with extreme brutality..."

"Poor Bob, he's just a young teenager. There was no way he could have resisted ..."

"He was crying out for his mother..."

"..."

On TV, there was a dark-skinned man whose voice carried the bloody and tearful accusation.

"Mutants also have the right to live in this country and should be treated equally ..."

"This is a free country. We breathe the air of freedom, so we deserve to be free!"

The black man shouted with his arm up and won the support and applause of the people who surrounded him on the road outside -- although they weren't paying attention to what they were listening to, they all shouted along with them.

"He's a good kid, helping others and also joined the animal resume union. Such a good kid, should have had a better life, but that was destroyed by Essex Biotech!"

The black man added.

"He should have had a better life, but all that was destroyed by Essex Biotech!"

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America's a well-known country of immigrants.

It had always been proud of its national inclusiveness and multiculturalism.

Freedom, democracy, opportunities ...

This was a beautiful illusion created by the upper class and the political elite.

It seemed that once you arrived in this land, you would be able to live a better life and start a brand-new life.

Just as the cold reality always woke up dreams, bubbles were always punctured by the cruel status quo.

Many people from the lower class traveled across the ocean to find that the so-called 'American Dream' was nothing but a complete lie.

They continued to work the hardest jobs, receive the lowest pay, and were bullied, ostracized, and treated like thieves who stole opportunities.

Special environment and special soil would naturally produce different fruits.

In the 1950s and 1960s, racial discrimination was not a new thing.

In 1917, a conflict broke out in St. Louis.

The reason was that a black driver was speeding, changing lanes at will, and was caught by a white police officer, during which there was a physical confrontation and violent behavior, which led to a siege.

Then it got worse and worse and turned into a fight.

Gunshots were fired, and a black man was shot and fell to the ground, causing a massive riot.

After the incident, the government sent 16,000 soldiers of the National Guard to the streets to suppress the incident, and only then was it quelled.

During this period, 312 houses were destroyed, 48 people were killed, and more than 100 people were injured.

This was the beginning of turmoil.

Just two years later, in Chicago in 1919, the same vicious incident occurred, resulting in 38 deaths, 537 injuries, and property losses of more than 2 million dollars.

In the same year, the wave of racial conflict, which grew like a spreading plague, appeared in many cities, including Detroit and New York.

Therefore, the same kind of scenery in this Land of The Free had already been repeated many times in history.

Party politics had torn society apart, and the general election every four years was just a game in which one group of elites replaced another group of elites to take their turn on the throne.

People either chose one who was pleasing to the eye or another party who wasn't pleasing to the eye.

The seemingly democratic choice was actually meaningless to ethnic minorities and marginalized people.

Therefore, they could only make a fuss every once in a while.

In this way, they expressed their dissatisfaction.

For example, in 1916, the black leader Du Bois said that "Violence is the most effective way for blacks and other minorities to escape from white oppression."

The black community widely recognized this sentence. Every time something discriminated against fermented and expanded, they would take to the streets to protest and start the "Zero Dollar Purchase" activity.

Such a situation wouldn't be alleviated until the appearance of the black pastor Martin Luther King, Jr.

The latter led the non-violent civil rights movement, calling on African-Americans to march and protest in an organized and organic manner rather than simply using violence.

Of course, all of the above were historical descriptions.

At this point in time, Martin Luther King, Jr. was still working as an assistant pastor at a church in Ebenezer Baptist Church.

Seventeen years later, he would become a leading figure in the black community, giving his famous 'I have a dream' speech.

However, a human rights movement of blacks, ethnic minorities, and marginalized people, which had never appeared in history, was slowly unfolding with a bang.

"I'm with Bob! This is a persecution of black people! Those fucking bastards! Suits and shitty elites pretending to be big shots, they are trampling on our lives!"

A black guy yelled at the camera in anger.

"I'm for Bob too! There is no shame in being gay! We need to be treated equally! Burn those bigots!"

A middle-aged man dressed in a fancy dress with a foundation on his face said while holding up a sign.

"Bob is innocent! He's like one of those abused, abandoned little animals, defenseless against human cruelty! He deserves justice!"

A member of the Animal Rescue Union, with tears in her eyes, spoke in anguish.

"God will bless Bob. He's a good man."

A religious man blessed.

The interview was streamed on TV, and in just one day, Bob, who was originally unknown, became a household name.

Then, a gradually expanding march took place.

Enthusiastic popcorn eaters took to the streets, even though they didn't know Bob and didn't care about the Affirmative Action movement.

But since everyone else was doing it, what's the harm in joining in?

In this way, people could show their inner sense of justice.

If neighbors or friends asked about it in the future, they would be able to brag about it.

So, standing at the gate of Essex Building in Manhattan, more and more people poured in.

The traffic around the area was nearly paralyzed. Even the police and the police cars that came after them to maintain order were stopped outside.

Such a situation gave Mister Sinister a headache.

He had always kept a low profile and avoided appearing in public.

The sudden exposure and focus made Mister Sinister somewhat at a loss.

He immediately called the White House, the President's private line was connected, and a reproachful voice came from the other side --

"What's going on? Nathaniel, I told you, you could catch mutants, but don't cause a problem."

In Kang the Conqueror's brainwashing of the President, Mister Sinister was set up as the latter's best friend and most trusted helper.

"I don't know what happened. It's not like a protest march organized by mutants. There are African-Americans, gays, animal protection groups, and religious people in the group … I don't understand why they are so agitated? This has nothing to do with them!"

Mister Sinister expressed confusion. For the guy named Bob, 'mutant' became the most inconspicuous label on him instead.

"Respond as soon as possible, issue a clarification, and tell the people of New York through the media that you have nothing to do with this persecution."

The President, thinking clearly, spoke in a deep voice, "Even if a similar incident did occur, Essex Biotech and the government must be the uninformed ones."

"Everything was handed over to an outsourced team that committed this heinous crime, a ... deranged temporary worker."

Mister Sinister noted down silently and then spoke a few words before hanging up the phone.

He went to the French window, looking down at the crowd below, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his lips.

With government support and official whitewashing, a rabble-rousing march couldn't shake Essex Biotech's foundation.

"Humph, a small fuss."

Mister Sinister looked contemptuously at the farce and waited for it to end.

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"This is just the beginning."

Luke slowly and methodically cut the beef on his plate with his knife and fork while Howard sat across from him.

"Mister Sinister and the federal government have underestimated the problem of racism. It's more like a stack of powder kegs that, when ignited, can explode with devastating force."

In the 1950s and 1960s, racial violence in urban America was primarily between African-Americans and Caucasians.

It was rooted in the political oppression and economic exploitation of blacks by whites under a historically segregated system.

This led to a growing nationalist sentiment among blacks in the 1950s, which reached new extremes.

Robert William Smith, the black leader who was currently active in major cities, had long made it clear--

"We cannot tolerate those who treat us unjustly in court. We must penalize them. If it's necessary to use lynching to discourage lynching, then we're willing to take that approach."

"The only logical and successful answer we have is to fight against large-scale organized violence is to fight back with large-scale organized violence ..."

"Molotov cocktails and sulfuric acid bombs can be widely used. The war for minority self-defense will be won."

All these were the opinions expressed by the black leader.

In fact, before Martin Luther King Jr. came along, every so-called 'leader' advocated 'black power' through violence.

The simple and rude way not only conformed to the mindset of black people but also quickly accumulated popularity.

"Are you going to turn this farce into an equal rights movement?"

Howard realized that Luke didn't just want to win public opinion and drive Essex Biotech into the dust.

"I'm not trying to be a popular leader, I'm not trying to get votes -- And even if I wanted to do that, the ones I have to unite are the white elite. They are the votes that every President needs."

Luke shrugged and chuckled lightly, "I'm just exposing the problems in this country for everyone to see."

"Cleveland, New York, Chicago, Washington, Philadelphia, and Miami ... Ethnic minority conflicts occur almost every year."

"African-American, Hispanic ... extreme nationalism is beginning to flourish."

"Bob is the fuse, and mutants are the excuse. They will ignite people's anger. Essex Biotech will become the target."

Howard was pondering as he looked through the glass window in the direction of the Essex building.

The night was getting dark, but the crowds were increasing.

Some people had even started to give speeches. It was Robert William Smith, the black leader who advocated violence.

To sum up, he gave a very passionate speech.

The general idea was that people of color needed equal rights, a legitimate status without discrimination, differentiation, exploitation, and persecution.

The focus was centered on more jobs, a better educational environment, and eligibility to run for President -- the last being the key.

"I just placed a man named Bob in the public eye. He has many labels attached to him, and those who have an interest in claiming any one of them will carry some ... sympathy, through labels related to themselves."

Luke wiped the corner of his mouth, Robert William Smith might be the first to come forward, but he wouldn't be the last.

Sure enough, before long, a lesbian woman from Chicago began to speak.

She was a woman who spoke out about the vulnerability of the gay community while advocating for women's rights --

"I'm so angry that I'm shaking all over, I'm sweating all over, and my hands and feet feel cold. Will this country ever get any better?"

"How can I, as a woman and a lesbian, live my life to the satisfaction of the majority? Society is full of discrimination and injustice against us. When will marginalized people like me really be able to stand up?"

When they heard this, women who were originally there to watch and eat popcorn instantly joined the protest march.

The crowd outside was unknowingly divided into different circles.

"I only have one question."

Howard observed for a while and looked back.

"How did you find that ... Bob?"

Luke smiled and replied, "He doesn't exist."

"To be precise, there's a guy named Bob, who's an Epsilon mutant, the genetically defective kind."

"He was captured by Essex Biotech last week and died in their laboratory."

"But this Bob isn't gay. Although he used to hang out with a few hippies, he's not an animal advocate, although he did raise a rabbit. And he's not a religious person ..."

"None of that really matters. The key is that he is an alcoholic, a drug addict, a degenerate, and a member of the lower strata of society."

Howard seemed to understand. Frowning, he said, "Bob represents the lower class. Those who are struggling in the mud will resonate with his image."

"Bingo."

Luke snapped his fingers and smiled, "Even if Mister Sinister investigates clearly and reveals the truth, it won't work."

"People will blame the policies of this country, white discrimination against blacks, rejection of homosexuals by the majority, and persecution of marginalized people by the elite for Bob's fall ..."

"Why? Because Bob represents them."

Howard froze for a few seconds, then said, "That's why you didn't let Captain Rogers get involved."

"That's right. The rules of these games are actually treading on the bottom line, and people like Steve can't relate."

Luke nodded and stood up.

"Bob has a lot of supporters already, and it's time for mutants to come on stage."

If the protest were confined to mutants against a large company, it would never have caused such a sensation.

"For Bob, for justice!"

In front of the Essex Building, a mutant stood up on the steps.

Through his ability, as if by a trumpet, he transmitted his voice far and wide.

And then, he rushed into the security blocked door.

Then, more than a dozen other people committed similar acts.

Their actions caused a commotion in the crowd.

Like a wave, they crowded into the entrance of the Essex Building.

"Superman appears to stop the riot. This should be the last scene."

Luke, witnessing the growing riot that was about to get out of hand, went to the balcony and rose from the ground.

He flew straight to Mister Sinister's office, where his high-temperature Heat Vision melted the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the wind poured in.

Facing the other's frightened eyes, Luke whispered, "My time is limited, so I won't give you the chance to leave your last words this time."

He took a step forward, and the whole building shook.

Terrifying aura like a landslide and tsunami overwhelmed Mister Sinister.

Before he could say anything, his entire body exploded into a crumbling mass of flesh and blood.

"It's Superman!"

"He's back!"

"..."

The crowded masses of people saw the sturdy figure standing high in the sky.

The dark red cloak fluttered like a flag.

Luke's appearance stopped the riot that was going out of control.

On his face, there was a gentle smile.

"Nathaniel Essex has confessed to his crimes. He harmed you, he harmed Bob, and he got what he deserved."

"A hundred years ago, a great American said ..."

His loud and powerful voice echoed.

He began to quote, "I have a dream."

...

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"...Only by truly giving equality and letting everyone have the freedom to express their opinions can this country be great again!"

After completing a wave of classic chants through 'I Have a Dream,' Luke struggled to contain his strong urge to make gestures like Mr. Trump.

He couldn't help it; he wanted to imitate Mr. Trump's gestures whenever he quoted the famous lines.

After this grand appearance, the reputation value on his character panel reached its peak again.

At the right time, in the right place.

Superman instantly became the light of the right path and the beacon for the world.

Stopping a runaway racial riot and punishing Nathaniel Essex, who represented the elite and was a capitalist himself.

Then, his impassioned and powerful speech aroused the enthusiasm of the masses and calmed their anger.

In this way, not only did he gain a reputation, but he incidentally announced to the whole world the amazing news of Superman's return.

From every aspect, it was a win-win situation -- not that both sides won, but that Luke unilaterally won twice.

'Making such an important contribution, Mister Sinister should smile contentedly and die without regret.'

Luke thought so.

"Go home! Go back to your family, go back to your friends ... all your problems will be solved."

Superman spoke plausible statements that could be interpreted in various ways while returning to the top floor of the Essex Building.

The expensive dark carpet was covered with a thick pool of flesh and blood.

Limbs and organs, as if they came out of a blender, were mixed into the colorful and vividly colorful canvas.

The only thing that remained intact was the demonic ruby.

Pa!

The bio-force field violently pressurized on it.

The ruby was broken and shattered into pieces.

Luke, who was already a Sorcerer Supreme, raised his hand and squeezed an ethereal soul.

"Send my regards to Mephisto."

With a kind smile on his face, he opened a transmission portal with one hand.

Mister Sinister's soul was directly thrown in like garbage.

Presumably, the old devil in Hell would love this 'quality asset'.

Poor Mister Sinister, before he even had time to beg for mercy, he got the short end of the stick and fell into the hands of the devil.

"Come here, clean this place up."

Luke picked up the phone on his desk and called Howard, who was still watching.

"What are you going to do next?"

The scientific advisor, who had been prepared for this, stroked his mustache. This matter was far from over.

The racial issues and class conflicts brought up by Bob, as the representative figure, wouldn't disappear because of a speech.

"As the target of public anger, Essex Biotech isn't enough. To start with, we can only calm the anger temporarily."

Luke said slowly, with a smile on his face.

"Just bring the President out later, and pass the issue on to the federal government. It's all their fault anyway -- I just need to deal with Kang the Conqueror."

Howard couldn't help but raise his thumb. He remembered the delicate relationship between Luke's former Irish mob and the Kennedys.

Besides, the election was coming up.

In this case, some things needed to be done.

"Did you talk to Kennedy?"

Howard asked curiously.

"How is that possible? "

Luke chuckled.

"If he wants to talk, he should come to me. I shouldn't be the one to visit him."

With Superman's reputation, if he were to stand for any party, there would be no suspense in the general election.

According to history, even if Kennedy took office before, Dwight Eisenhower was still standing in his way.

But in Luke's eyes, the general election was just a script that could be changed at will.

"I think that after this fiasco is over, a lot of partisan politicians who have ideas about the White House will come looking for me."

Luke smiled. He's not interested in these things. Only those who didn't approach the gambling table would be the real winners.

Superman would be bound by more and more rules if he was too involved in politics.

"Nathaniel Essex has been sent to hell. Only the last one remains."

Mister Sinister died under Superman's iron fist.

Last time, Luke only shattered half of his opponent's body.

This guy, with his tenacious vitality, continued to fish in troubled waters.

This time, he learned his lesson.

Not only did he shatter his body, but he also threw the guy's soul to Hell.

One-stop funeral service, everything done cleanly.

The culprit that caused S.H.I.E.L.D to fall into a passive situation, and mutant's tragic kidnappings, had been dealt with.

Only one other person was waiting for Luke to deal with him.

"Can you locate Kang the Conqueror?"

Howard was a little surprised that Superman, who had only been back for a few days, was able to grasp such important information.

"You haven't found Kang after so long. How could I? "

Luke shook his head and said, "But Mister Sinister did call the White House earlier."

"I heard their conversation. Based on that, I assume Kang is probably somewhere in Washington, DC."

Howard heard what he said and kept silent.

He was smart enough not to ask Superman how he heard the conversation on the phone and how he managed to search the 178 square miles of Washington, D.C.

He refused to give the other party the opportunity to act pretentious!

"Hmm, I wish you success."

After holding his tongue for a while, Howard replied.

"By the way, I arranged a press conference, so remember to make up a complete story to explain your disappearance and return."

Luke nodded and hung up.

Boom!

Suddenly!

His figure punched up to the sky!

...

...

It didn't take long for Luke to appear in the sky over Washington, DC.

Super Vision took a panoramic view of the city, and his Super Hearing captured those tiny sound waves.

Superman let go of the limits of his senses and expanded as much as possible.

Like a humanoid surveillance machine, he searched for the information he needed.

"I knew that the secret base was set up under the White House, really lacking creativity."

Luke belittled Kang the Conqueror's old way of thinking.

Even if he didn't have strong senses, he might be able to find the location by searching on the spot.

After determining the location, Superman didn't smash the White House like a cannonball, penetrated the ground, and pulled Kang the Conqueror out.

This would make him look like a powerful villain or a dangerous man.

Luke preferred to solve problems in a low-key and stable manner unless it was needed.

With a single hand gesture, magical sparks flickered, forming a portal that cut through space.

The only advantage of being a Master of The Mystic Arts was that they didn't need to buy tickets or own a car no matter where one went.

"So many clones."

Luke arrived in Kang the Conqueror's underground base, and the nutrition cabins leaning against the walls on both sides were all opened.

Clone fighters, all with the same face, stood in front of him.

Like a neat army, it formed a solid defense line.

"I can smell your fear, Kang."

Luke chuckled in a low voice, like the ultimate villain with a sure victory, releasing a strong pressure.

"If you weren't scared to death, why would you consider sending out such cannon fodder and expendable goods? "

"In addition to looking like they outnumber me, they seem to have a visual impact. What else can they do?"

"Delaying for a few more seconds, so you can write down your last words?"

The unbridled mockery angered Kang the Conqueror, who only had one brain left.

In the monotonous mechanical voice, had a trace of anger --

"How could I be afraid of you?! I exist in many timelines. Even the Sorcerer Supreme can't kill me. What can you do?"

The near-exasperated roar made Luke laugh.

He enjoyed watching his opponent, who was acting like this, losing his cool.

"Kang, why delude yourself? "

"No matter what, you will be kicked out of this timeline."

"Those other 'you' are not your doppelgangers or cloned copies."

"So, if you're dead, then you're dead."

Luke's eyes slightly moved, and his bio force field suddenly activated.

Terrifying pressure instantly took shape.

Like a bomb detonated, those clone fighters who hadn't moved were all reduced to crumbling flesh and blood.

Without resistance, the defense line collapsed.

At the Allfather level, such a fragile tactic was meaningless.

Luke's feet slightly hovered off the ground. Without stepping on the scarlet and pungent carpet of blood, he floated in front of Kang.

"Do you have to struggle?"

He looked at the crippled brain soaked in the nutrient solution and laughed jokingly.

"Do you think this is over? I can't defeat you, but someone else can!"

After a few minutes of silence, Kang uttered malicious words. He wanted to continue talking, but Superman had no patience to listen.

Luke grimaced and used Heat Vision to vaporize the brain.

'On this planet, is there anyone else who could be my opponent?'

He thought so.

Who knew when Luke stepped out and was ready to leave...

His eyebrows slightly wrinkled, sensing something was wrong.

The space was suddenly turbulent, and a phase shift was initiated!

Almost instantly, Superman was transported from Washington, D.C., to a musty, enclosed space.

"This place is..."

Luke scanned around and got the answer.

This place was an ancient Egyptian pyramid.

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