Chapter 27 Stormy Weather
"Superman! Who is that?" Nick Fury's eyes narrowed, and then... he was confused.
"Director, Superman is a superhero in DC comics. He has super strength and super speed..."
"Wait, you said this is a character in comics? The kind of superhero who wears pajamas, masks his face, and saves the world?"
"To be precise, Superman is not masked, Director, he has a biological force field that makes it impossible for people to remember or photograph his appearance!" Coulson knew everything.
Nick Fury looked at the satellite image carefully: "It is true that facial details cannot be photographed... You seem to be familiar with him?"
"I am a fan of Superman, of course, and a fan of Captain America!" Coulson was a little excited when he talked about his hobbies.
"Then how do you think we should treat this Superman?" Nick Fury leaned back with his hands crossed, "It seems that he doesn't want people to discover his true identity."
"According to the plot in the comics, he stands on the side of justice and will stop unjust violence, so maybe we can try to contact him." Coulson said.
"That's a comic, Coulson. In reality, this guy is just an imitator, and what he's doing is using violence!"
"This... seems to be true. Superman in the comic doesn't kill people. He has a principle of not killing. Captain America..."
"Stop talking about your comics, Coulson!" Nick Fury knocked on the table, "Take Barton with you to Afghanistan and try to investigate the other party."
"Yes, Director!" Coulson finished his report and walked out with a new task.
When he reached the door, Nick Fury's arrangement came from behind him: "Also, send me a set of Superman-related comics."
...
At the same time, the same scene was also being played in the military.
But Nick Fury, who knows more about supernatural powers.
The military command was in chaos.
As a colonel in the weapons research and development department, Rhodes was the first to stand up and explain that the person in the video was a living person, not a humanoid individual weapon.
The major of the missile unit stood up and said that the enemy that could not be hurt by the Jericho missile could only be hit with the strength of a nuclear bomb.
The Navy Colonel said that they couldn't deal with such a flying person.
The Air Force Lieutenant Colonel said that it was difficult for airborne missiles to hit a target that moved so fast and was so small.
Finally, General Ross made a decision: ignore it for the time being, keep paying attention, and if the other party does not show hostility, try to negotiate, and it is best to let the other party cooperate in research and create super soldiers belonging to Eagle Sauce.
Then, adjourn the meeting! Prepare for war!
...
This morning, the major confidential departments were turbulent and noisy.
The Stark mansion on the coast of Los Angeles was warm and lazy.
Until Jarvis woke Tony from his dream with the suona sound that Lyon had recorded before.
"God! Jarvis, what are you doing!?"
Tony got up from the ground holding the quilt. He was scared off by the sudden suona and rolled off the bed.
The passionate tune like a galloping horse made his heart beat wildly when he heard it, and he thought someone was going to trample on his soft bed.
"Sir, Master Leon just told me to wake you up and play this video for you."
After that, Jarvis controlled the holographic projection device and presented the picture taken by Leon's mobile phone in front of Tony.
In the picture.
Thousands of guns fired in unison, hundreds of grenades covered the bombing, vehicle-mounted missiles and Jericho missiles appeared one after another.
The screen was full of fire, large fire, explosions, and even bigger explosions, which made Tony stunned.
He didn't even have time to worry about Leon who was facing these dangerous weapons in the picture, and the progress bar had already reached the end.
"What is this? The promotional video that Leon made overnight? Where is he now?"
"Master Leon is destroying the Ten Rings in Afghanistan, sir. The video was filmed by me ten minutes ago."
"He's in West Asia? God, when did he leave? It's only now... Oh, it's ten o'clock."
Tony looked at the big sun outside and rubbed his face: "He actually ran away alone... So why did he film this video for me?"
"Master Leon wants you to take a good look at the Stark weapons in the video, sir."
"Stark weapons..." Tony's expression froze.
He pulled the video to the beginning and watched it again, his face getting worse and worse.
"They are basically Stark's weapons. Also, why is the Jericho missile in the base of the Ten Rings!?"
Tony's face was expressionless, but his shaking cheeks revealed his uneasy mood.
"I only sold this kind of missile to the military. Where did these people get it from? The military? Or Obadiah?"
"Sir, only one batch of Jericho missiles has been produced so far, and that's the batch you sold." Jarvis said.
"..." Tony said nothing with a wooden face.
A few seconds later, he put on his shirt and pushed the door open.
"Jarvis, you control Leon's armor and go with me to West Asia, and by the way, the Middle East."
"Okay, sir, and by the way, do you think you can sleep tonight?"
"Why do you ask that?" Tony frowned.
"Master Leon asked me to ask you this question and give him feedback on the results in a timely manner."
"..." Tony opened his mouth, hesitating, and finally took a deep breath, exhaling from his nose, "Tell him that when I can't sleep, I will make him unable to sleep too!"
After saying that, he spread his hands and the Mark III armor was immediately put on.
"Follow me, Jarvis."
He controlled the armor to take off, followed by the Super Mark 1 controlled by Jarvis.
Super Mark 1 was the name Leon gave himself.
This big boy's damn desire to win, even taking advantage of the name.
...
The morning in Los Angeles is the night in Afghanistan.
This night is destined to be restless.
The flames of guns and cannons rise to the sky one after another on this land.
If you look down from the sky, it is like a candlestick that lights up and then goes out in an instant.
It lights up from the northeast corner of the map, one piece after another, and finally all dims in the southwest corner.
"Tell me the current time, Jarvis." Leon looked at the last Ten Rings Gang base below, which had become a ruin and rising with smoke.
"It is now 11:08 pm local time."
"Well... It took some time, eight minutes longer than expected."
I don't know why, every time I see the Ten Rings Gang using missiles.
He can't help but want to wait.
——Wait until the missile is launched, and then blow it up in front of the terrorists.
By then, even the most faithful and stubborn members of the Ten Commandments will be desperate.
Killing people is not enough.
Lyon felt that he was a bit too much.
But I have to say that it is really cool to do this.
Especially when you look down at those thugs who are scared and crying, and say, "Is this all you have? It's so weak that it makes people disappointed."
That's even more cool.
It's just a bit of a waste of time.
"After cleaning up the Ten Commandments in this country, the next thing is the Eagle's military base."
"Master Lyon, what are you going to do?"
"Show your strength and destroy the weapons. After all, the decision is made by the people above. Most ordinary soldiers just follow orders and may not be willing to start a war."
"Your choices have always been wise... Master Lyon, Mr. Stark has entered the Afghan border and is trying to contact you. Do you want to get through?"