American Comic Book: Reincarnated As Homelander, Shocking the Beautiful Female Neighbor
Chapter 1: Superman's Second Personality!...
"I've transmigrated?"
In the endless dark void, Su Cheng exclaimed in shock, his ethereal voice echoing in his ears.
As he was puzzled, that surge of memories abruptly flooded into his brain.
Familiar yet strange scenes flashed by one after another. Su Cheng's brow furrowed tightly, the ensuing confusion bringing him astonishment.
"I actually transmigrated into a parallel universe where American comics are fused, and I've transmigrated into Superman Clark Kent?!"
As a seasoned American comics fan, Su Cheng felt immensely excited inside.
Simultaneously, he understood just how formidable Superman's power was.
Among Superman fans, there circulated a saying.
"Superman's limits depend on where he believes his limits are!"
Superman, born on Krypton, derives his power from the sun; he can directly absorb the energy emitted by stellar nuclear fusion.
A simple explanation.
As long as the sun exists, Superman's power can continue to increase.
No upper limit!
[Host bound to Big Blue's second personality, Homelander.]
A mechanical voice rang out in his mind, reminding Su Cheng of airport automated announcements.
Big Blue's second personality, Homelander?
The weakened version of Big Blue from *The Boys*, cold-blooded, perverted, ruthless, yet fond of drinking mother's milk—a 'perverted giant baby'?!
Su Cheng's confusion intensified. Wasn't he supposed to have transmigrated into Big Blue?
What's going on?
[Host is currently within Superman Clark Kent's consciousness. Your specific identity is Clark's deep-seated second personality, representing extreme rebellion and pathological madness.]
After listening to the system's explanation, Su Chengimmediately understood.
He was merely a second personality hidden deep within Clark's mind.
But why did it represent extreme rebellion and pathological madness?
Clark's innate superpowers and his strong sense of justice.
He adheres to principles of fairness, rushing forward without hesitation when danger arises.
Such a personality was the complete opposite of Clark.
Recalling carefully...
When facing challenges from humanity, humans feared Clark.
They misunderstood him, believing him to be the embodiment of evil.
Even Batman firmly believed he intended to destroy humanity.
And after doing everything possible to bring him down...
Didn't the resurrected Clark turn dark?
Wasn't that precisely the shadowy, evil personality within Superman?
[The host has the opportunity to take control of Superman Clark Kent's body, becoming the true dark version of Superman.]
That cold voice now became pleasant to the ears. Hearing it, Su Cheng felt somewhat excited.
Possessing Big Blue's supernatural power, he would have nothing to fear in this world!
He hurriedly asked:
"What must I do to take control of Superman's body? To become the real Superman?"
[First, the host needs to gradually break down the primary personality's psyche. After it completely turns dark, you can replace the primary personality and become the sole controller of the body.]
[Second, the template's progress is equally crucial. The host's strength or weakness will affect the control effectiveness when dominating the body.]
[Third, the host can gain temporary control of the body when Clark falls asleep.]
"So that's how it is!"
After hearing this explanation from the system, Su Chenginstantly understood.
As long as he could find a way to change Clark's mindset, steering it toward psychological distortion, he could then erode the primary personality and successfully take control of this body!
[Host, you need to know two things. First, you can empathize with the emotions of Clark's primary personality. Second, you can perceive the outside world through consciousness—anything Clark can see or know.]
So, that meant whatever the primary personality thought of or saw would appear in his mind.
But these weren't too important. What he needed to do was erode the primary personality and ultimately become the sole master of the body!
Just as Su Cheng was thinking this...
At this moment...
In his mind, a wisp of consciousness—Su Cheng—saw a scene appear before his eyes.
This was Clark's perspective!
He was sitting at his desk, the surface piled high with newspaper drafts. It seemed he had just finished today's work.
At that moment, a robust hand held a newspaper, brows furrowed as he read.
Following his gaze...
The headline section of the newspaper bore several eye-catching lines in bold print:
"Security Bureau Proposes Superman as One of the Current Unstable Factors Facing Humanity!"
Clark focused his attention entirely on the public's discussions about him.
He didn't seem to care about the Security Bureau's opinion of him.
The opening was a journalist's interview with the public.
Reporter: Hello, recently Superman has been appearing frequently, assisting the police each time in handling cases and capturing criminals. What are your thoughts on this?
Pedestrian One: What? Superman helping the police with cases? Don't you think he's brainwashing the younger generation?
Pedestrian Two: He's just trying to establish a lofty, heroic image through such methods. It's all a conspiracy! His rescue efforts during the fire the other day—how do you think that fire started? Heh... it's all a conspiracy!
Pedestrian Three: I think if Superman truly wants to contribute to humanity, he should offer himself to the Academy of Sciences for research. Then everyone would possess supernatural power, wouldn't we? That would allow self-protection and reduce crime rates, right?
Everyone feared Superman, yet simultaneously, everyone also longed to become Superman.
But deep down, they knew their chance of becoming Superman was slim. So the only remaining choice was to eliminate Superman!!!
...
After roughly skimming the newspaper's contents...
Clark showed no reaction, his expression as calm as still water.
Facing these people he desperately protected every day, with all their suspicions and speculations about him...
He could actually remain completely unperturbed inside.
Was it his innate kindness that allowed him to face overwhelming doubts...
And still maintain a normal mindset?
After reading the newspaper, Clark merely shook his head, not even sighing.
Then he put down the newspaper in his hand and calmly walked to the bed.
He took off his shoes, lay on the bed, and turned off the bedside lamp.
A few short minutes later, the sound of even breathing could be heard.
At this moment, the system prompt sounded in Su Cheng's ears:
[Host, Clark has entered sleep. Accept taking over control of the body?]
"Accept!"
As soon as the words fell...
A surge of fresh air filled Su Cheng's lungs.
The heaviness in his limbs, that power made him feel reborn.
He leapt up from the bed, his body hovering in mid-air.
The power flowing incessantly within his body made Su Cheng unable to resist throwing a few shadow punches.
He wanted to release all this pent-up power!
Gusts of fierce wind sliced through the air, creating a whistling sound in the quiet room.
A wave of divine force filled the entire bedroom, causing drafts on the distant desk to scatter.
"With this kind of power, he still holes up in a tiny newspaper office working as a reporter?"
After experiencing this power, Su Cheng couldn't help but Make complaints Clark's behavior.
If this innate divine power were placed on anyone else, they wouldn't choose to hide in a corner, working overtime every night, desperately writing drafts.
But unfortunately, this person was Clark, different from ordinary people.
After Make complaints in his heart for a bit...
Among the drafts that had fallen to the floor from the desk, a newspaper caught his attention.
It was the newspaper Clark had been holding earlier.
Because Clark had skimmed it too roughly, Su Chenghadn't been able to see the specific content clearly.
However...
From that eye-catching headline full of doubts about Superman, Su Cheng could roughly guess the content.
He quickly walked to the desk and picked up the newspaper from the floor.
"Recently, the Security Bureau has issued multiple official statements, discussing and exploring whether Supermanposes a threat to human society..."
After a lengthy exposition, Su Cheng saw the final sentence, his expression turning grim.
"Ultimately, the Security Bureau believes Superman will inevitably bring immeasurable great harm to society and all humanity in the future and has decided to implement containment and supervision over him!"
"This matter will be handled by the special ground forces stationed in N City District!"
After reading this newspaper in hand, Su Cheng's hand involuntarily clenched tighter—not out of anger, but because he found it laughable.
Mere mortals, daring to oppose a deity? Su Cheng inwardly sneered.
As for the contents of those Security Bureau cabinet meetings, Su Cheng didn't care at all.
What he cared about was the final sentence at the end.
Specifically, the four words: "special ground forces"!
He could ignore what those guys who stirred up public opinion through writing drafts to make money said all day.
But he could not tolerate threats existing around him.
That would make him extremely uncomfortable!
Su Cheng placed the newspaper and that pile of drafts back on the desk. With a wave of his hand, a black version of the battle suit appeared on his body.
Even the vibrant cape was dyed black.
It was as if Su Cheng had completely merged into the darkness at this moment.
...
N City District, outskirts.
This place was twenty kilometers from the city district but still within N City's jurisdiction.
A special forces unit was stationed here.
With super hearing and vision, it wasn't difficult for Su Cheng to find this place.
Not far from the watchtower...
In mid-air, Su Cheng hovered without the slightest concealment.
He looked down upon the entire silent military camp with an air of superiority.
This operation seemed to have been planned by the National Security Bureau for a long time.
Therefore, the number of special forces troops brought this time was substantial.
The weaponry was quite advanced, including new anti-armor tanks developed by Stark Industries and continuous tracking missiles—they had brought them all!
Looking at those rows of tanks and crates of missiles, Su Cheng's face was full of contempt. Foolish mortals actually thought they could use these Stark Industries military products to deal with a deity? Utter wishful thinking!
Late at night, the military's alert was exceptionally strict.
Not only were watchtowers scanning around the base, but there were also many patrol guards on the ground.
Su Cheng even noticed the temporary military camp was quite large, not reduced in size because it was temporarily set up.
Heavy troops guarded all four sides—east, west, south, north—and there were even hidden sentries in many places.
"Going to such great lengths with this Arrangement, what a pity they encountered me."
Gazing at those guards like lambs for slaughter, Su Chengdidn't know why, but his heart couldn't help but race. His eyes revealed a thirst for killing intent!
Su Cheng's eerie smile made his face appear ferocious. He licked his lips excitedly and said:
"The game begins..."
Then...
Like a bullet leaving the chamber, he shot toward the nearest northern watchtower!
A few seconds later...
Inside the special forces stationed base, a roaring soundsounded. The collapsed watchtower caused smoke and dust to fill the scene.
Guards who heard the commotion immediately sounded the emergency alarm.
Not far from the guards, within the mist created by the dust...
A tall, burly black figure emerged.
That person seemed very excited, grinning ferociously. His pair of crimson eyes, revealing killing intent, made the patrolling guards be terrified, their bodies trembling uncontrollably.
Before the guards could react, that eerie figure's crimson eyes emitted a radiation beam, cleanly severing one guard's wrist.
This demon seemingly from hell did not easily spare the guard who was already howling in pain.
It seemed he greatly enjoyed the thrill brought by bloodshed. The beam struck again, severing the guard's limbs.
Then he walked toward the depths of the camp, leaving the guard writhing in agony...
Chapter 2: Before Absolute Power...
Inside the garrison base.
The high-alert siren blared continuously for a full three minutes.
In one of the command tents, Major General Macken, the officer in charge of this operation, trembled so violently he could barely speak as he listened to the soldier's report.
"This... this."
Whether from fear or rage at the uninvited guest's contempt for the military, his words came out in a stammer.
After a strenuous effort to compose himself, Major General Macken spoke:
"It seems the Security Bureau's conclusion was correct!"
Several officers waiting by the table for orders nodded in agreement upon hearing this:
"We should have realized it sooner! We should have thought of it when that guy first appeared!"
"We were all blinded by those so-called heroic deeds he performed in daily life. He was just using those incidents to deceive us, waiting for us to lower our guard before he struck!" the Major General said with a bitter laugh:
"Even my son idolizes that bastard!"
Hearing this, one of the captains immediately spoke up excitedly:
"My son too! That's exactly what he wanted. All those news reports about his heroic rescues were just tricks to fool the younger generation!"
At this point, he adjusted his emotions and said indignantly:
"And yet, it wasn't long after the Security Bureauannounced the intention to detain him that this guy's true nature was revealed!"
"Truly despicable!" the others chimed in angrily:
"Such supernatural power should be in our hands, that's where it truly belongs, not in the hands of this scum!"
"Hmph! Since the Security Bureau has issued the order, if he dares to come today, I'll make sure he never leaves!" the Major General declared, slamming his hand on the table.
"Yes, Major General!" the officers stood up and saluted in unison.
At this moment, Major General Macken, completely unaware of Su Cheng's true power, was brimming with confidence. He faced the officers and issued his final command:
"Give it your all. We must subdue and capture Superman in the shortest time possible!"
...
North side of the camp.
The stationed special forces on this side were fully mobilized.
Facing the monster that was treading over flesh and blood, advancing relentlessly through the hail of bullets, the soldiers' hearts were in their throats.
In contrast to the soldiers' panic, Su Cheng was reveling in the thrill brought by slaughter.
Countless mangled corpses were piled under his feet. The ground, constantly seared by rays, was now scorching hot!
The smell of blood permeated the gentle night air.
Su Cheng's mood grew irritable. He involuntarily halted his steps. He hadn't expected the Security Bureau to go all out for this operation, deploying nearly a thousand soldiers.
Bare-handed, it was simply inefficient!
At that moment, the soldiers opposite saw Su Cheng stop.
Naively thinking Su Cheng had exhausted his stamina, the commanding officer on the scene gave the order:
"This guy's out of energy. Everyone, deploy the nets. Let's capture him in one fell swoop."
Upon receiving the order, the soldiers produced a specialized weapon—an electrified net designed specifically to restrain Superman.
After positioning themselves, they formed an orderly square formation.
At the officer's command:
"One... two... three... fire!"
Hundreds of electrified nets flew towards Su Cheng, blossoming into flower-shaped webs mid-air.
Crackling with high-voltage current, they sizzled through the air.
But how could they know Su Cheng wasn't exhausted? He was contemplating how to improve his killing efficiency.
And the soldiers' neatly arranged square formation seemed to present the perfect opportunity to cut them down at the root!
The nets fired by the soldiers naturally caught Su Cheng's attention. He sneered disdainfully, allowing the hundreds of overlapping nets to fall upon him.
In less than a minute, Su Cheng was pinned beneath the electrified nets, motionless.
The belated arrival, Major General Macken, saw this scene, first froze, then burst into hearty laughter, addressing the commanding officers:
"Hahaha! I thought it would be a fierce battle. Looks like we won't even need the anti-tank armor."
Just then.
Under the nets, the buried Su Cheng stirred.
"What's happening?" the Major General frowned, a note of concern in his voice.
Before anyone could figure out the situation.
A searing laser ray sliced through the nets. Su Cheng, his eyes blazing with a crimson light, soared into the air, breaking free from the restraints.
Then, before anyone could raise their weapons to counterattack.
Su Cheng used his Cyclops again, sweeping through the thousand-strong special forces like cutting through melons and vegetables. Cries of agony echoed continuously.
Gunfire once again targeted Su Cheng, but it was all in vain.
The thousand-strong army was almost entirely wiped out by Su Cheng's Cyclops in an instant.
Only less than a hundred soldiers remained, trembling around the mobile command vehicle...
"Quick, quick! Deploy the anti-tank armor!"
Major General Macken panicked. He hadn't expected the creature before him to be so terrifying—a monster straight from hell!
The figure of Satan seemed to overlap with Su Cheng in the air.
Seeing Su Cheng about to assault their last remaining force, Major General Macken immediately ordered the tank crews into action.
Soon, dozens of anti-tank armored vehicles emblazoned with the Stark Industries logo appeared, their dozen or so pitch-black cannon barrels aimed at Su Cheng.
Boom—
A tremendous roar erupted, illuminating the dark night with cannon fire.
After a fierce bombardment.
Su Cheng's figure was no longer in the air.
"Huh?" Major General Macken, commanding from a distance, was puzzled.
But he quickly sensed something amiss. A sudden chill swept over him from behind. The guards around him all collapsed, and even the other officers inexplicably lost their breath.
Su Cheng appeared like a ghost behind Major General Macken, his icy breath falling on the back of the general's neck.
Thud—
Terrified, Major General Macken's legs trembled uncontrollably. His knees gave way, and he knelt directly on the ground.
He wept unashamedly, begging for mercy:
"Please, I beg you, don't kill me..."
He had no idea beforehand that Su Cheng could be so terrifying. A veteran of dozens of battles, large and small,
now faced with this god-slaying being before him, he had lost all his battle-hardened confidence.
"I am a Major General directly under the Security Bureau's cabinet. If you kill me, you'll never be able to..."
He couldn't even finish the sentence.
The dazzling laser ray sliced from his skull down to his groin, splitting him cleanly in two. And so, the Security Bureau lost another foolish, misguided Major General!
...
Chapter 4: Superman: I'm the Fall Guy?...
Early morning.
After getting up and washing, Clark turned on the TV. He had a habit of listening to the morning news while making breakfast.
It was also partly a requirement of his second job. The news let him know where incidents were happening so he could go and handle them.
Diet-wise, Clark preferred high-protein foods. Breakfast always included two eggs; otherwise, he couldn't focus at work.
The sizzle of eggs in the frying pan accompanied the news report entering Clark's ears.
"Last night, the special forces garrison stationed in the suburbs outside N City suffered a horrific massacre. The camp was almost completely destroyed. It was a scene of utter devastation!"
"Security Bureau Major General Macken died in the line of duty during this incident. His body was found outside the camp. According to informed sources who discovered the body, the perpetrator had used brutal means to cut Major General Macken's corpse in half..."
"...and hung the two halves on the east and west sides of a tree..."
Hearing this, Clark's hand trembled involuntarily.
Just those words sent a chill down his spine.
The act was too heinous!
Clark lost his appetite for breakfast. Angrily, he walked over to the TV.
His eyes held a mixture of anger and shame.
He seemed to feel that the incident had occurred due to his negligence. If only he had been aware, he could have prevented it.
Yes, sometime, without realizing.
Clark had come to see fighting crime and protecting public safety as a responsibility on his shoulders.
Even though he was just a third-rate journalist, nothing more.
In his consciousness, Su Cheng grew excited upon hearing this news, planning to take a good look and appreciate his handiwork from the night before.
This masterpiece, wrought by the hands of a real-life Satan!
Clark sat down in front of the TV.
On the screen, behind the female reporter, were rows of bodies covered with white sheets. Blood had seeped through, staining them an even more glaring red.
There were over a thousand such bodies!
"This!"
Clark's expression turned grave. He clasped his hands tightly, his fingers tapping repeatedly against his knuckles.
His mind raced through possible old adversaries who could have caused such a scene.
Until the female reporter on TV spoke, interrupting his thoughts:
"Investigating agents suspect this may very well be the work of Superman."
"The motive might be related to the 'detain Superman' article published by the Security Bureau yesterday, which mentioned the garrison force being stationed in the suburbs outside N City."
"And according to available information, only Superman is capable of such a feat."
As she spoke, the female reporter walked towards the outskirts of the camp.
Outside, several residents were being questioned by agents. The reporter approached and asked:
"Some suspect Superman is responsible. Do you find that credible?"
Upon hearing this, the interviewed resident shouted excitedly:
"Yes, I'm sure of it. It was all Superman's doing. I think he's an alien spy sent to infiltrate us. He uses so-called good deeds to deceive people, and when the time is ripe, he'll wipe us all out."
"He's a demon who's good at packaging himself!"
Several other residents who had finished being questioned immediately stepped forward to agree:
"Superman should disappear from this world!"
"I think we don't need him! We have the army, we have the police. That's enough!"
"Yeah, he's a bastard. Look at the mess he's made here."
"Superman? He's scum, a rotten person. He's not our hero. The ones lying on the ground are our true heroes! And he destroyed them!"
"Get out of Earth, you scum! You don't belong here!"
Bang!
This sound wasn't something breaking or caused by Clark.
It was Su Cheng sensing the turmoil of emotions within Clark's heart—a mixture of sorrow and rage.
Taking a deep breath to steady his unstable state of mind, Clark used his super-hearing to listen to all the sounds across N City.
The morning in N City was already bustling with traffic.
After a meticulous search, he found nothing.
Apart from a few criminals arrested after robbing a convenience store and engaging in a shootout with police,
N City seemed to have no major crisis unfolding.
"Then who could it be..." Clark fell into deep thought.
Little did he know, the one causing him all this trouble,
was that extremely paranoid, evil, brutal, and pathologically twisted second personality!
...
The crime scene in the suburbs outside N City.
Security Bureau agents were preparing to secure the area, cordoning it off with police tape.
Suddenly, a mysterious SUV convoy appeared outside the scene.
A group of men in suits approached the agents securing the area.
"Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement and Logistics Division. We're taking over here temporarily."
The leader, Coulson, handed a document from his briefcase.
The agent took the document, verified it, and let the group pass.
Once inside.
The sight of the ruins shocked everyone. The earth was scarred, temporary barracks lay collapsed, and the wreckage of tanks was scattered everywhere.
There were also many bodies, too hastily covered, sliced into pieces.
"Whoa, hold on. Good grief, my God!"
Coulson's gaze wasn't fixed on the bodies, but on the pile of sliced-up, destroyed tanks in the distance. He asked his colleague beside him:
"Are those... Stark Industries anti-tank heavy armor?"
"Uh... seems like it."
His colleague also took a moment to stammer a reply.
"My God... Things that two tons of explosives couldn't shatter. How did he manage this?"
Looking at the anti-tank armor, cleanly sliced and dismantled into pieces, Coulson's face was full of disbelief.
Gazing at the deep trenches scorched into the ground, Coulson fell into thought.
The soil, scorched black by intense heat, puzzled him greatly. What kind of weapon could achieve this?
As he pondered, Coulson walked over to one of the trenches, crouched down, reached into the half-meter-deep groove, pinched some soil between his fingers, and rubbed it.
Then, he exclaimed in utter shock:
"Cyclops?!"
"Could it really be Superman?!"
Chapter 3: Superman: Have I Become the Scapegoat?
After a while, Coulson recovered from his shock, though he still seemed hesitant.
Although it looked like the handiwork of Cyclops, it was still a bit rash to conclude it was Superman's doing based solely on visual observation.
He turned back to look at the tank wreckage behind him; the Stark Industries logo on it plunged Coulson into deep thought once again.
He knew Tony's level of scientific research; the weapons he created were never just for show and were in no way inferior to the specialized weapons of S.H.I.E.L.D.
For such a tank to be so easily shattered, one could see how powerful the attack last night must have been.
Such a dangerous individual could not be left unchecked; it was better to investigate and clear this up quickly.
Thinking this, Coulson no longer hesitated and instructed the accompanying agents.
"Call over the technicians from the Energy Detection Division to analyze the residual energy here."
The accompanying agent did not hesitate; he nodded and turned to leave.
Before long.
A group of technicians carrying equipment followed the agent back to the scene.
"Hello, Agent Coulson. Where would you like us to detect the energy?"
The lead technician adjusted his glasses and asked with a serious expression.
"Test the scorched earth here, as well as the tank wreckage over there. This is urgent, so I hope to have results as soon as possible."
Coulson pointed to the ground at his feet, then pointed to the tank over there.
The lead technician didn't waste any words; he nodded, gave a few instructions to the technicians behind him, and then the group began setting up monitoring points and started working, looking very professional.
While things were bustling over there, Coulson waited with a calm expression, though his tightly clenched hands betrayed his inner turmoil.
Not long after, there was movement from the testing area. The bespectacled technician stood up, looked at the data in his hand, and walked toward Coulson.
Coulson noticed him and hurriedly asked the approaching technician.
"Are the results out? What kind of energy is it?"
The technician across from him adjusted his glasses unhurriedly, looked at the data in his hand, and replied.
"That's correct. After our analysis, we discovered that the residual energy on both the tank wreckage and the scorched earth matches the energy readings of Superman's Cyclops exactly. In other words, this was all done by Superman."
"What!"
Coulson's expression changed, though he quickly composed himself, yet his brows still furrowed involuntarily.
To be honest, although all the preceding signs pointed to Superman.
He still couldn't bring himself to believe that this was Superman's doing.
This wasn't without reason.
You have to understand, ever since Superman appeared, his immense power had shocked the whole world.
Previously, the military and the Security Bureau had spared no effort in spreading news through the media about Superman having malicious intent, smearing his reputation.
Yet, despite such slander, Superman had never once attacked the military or civilians from start to finish. Instead, despite the complaints, he had continued to help people fight crime.
Although the world hadn't expressed much regarding Superman's actions, Coulson felt a sense of admiration in his heart.
Such a Superman reminded him of his own idol, Captain America, Stephen Rogers, who had been dug out of the Arctic not long ago.
This was why he was unwilling to believe that what happened last night was done by Superman.
But the bloody reality before his eyes was undoubtedly a slap in the face.
"What could be Superman's purpose in doing this?"
Coulson muttered to himself.
Logically speaking, Superman had always been determined to fight crime and never killed the innocent indiscriminately.
Could it be that he couldn't stand the slander from the military and the state, and was showing his power to warn the nation?
The more Coulson thought about it, the more plausible it seemed. After all, anyone constantly provoked for no reason would eventually be unable to resist striking back.
But thinking that the one striking back was a powerhouse like Superman, Coulson couldn't help but shiver. His face gradually turned grim as he realized that something big was wrong.
Such a matter was clearly not something he could handle alone. Coulson made up his mind, quickly pulled out his S.H.I.E.L.D. communicator, and called his direct superior, S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Fury.
...
Inside a building in New York.
Nick Fury was staring in one direction with furrowed brows, remaining silent.
Buzz! The communicator at his waist vibrated. Nick Furyrolled his eyes impatiently and took out his phone, preparing to hang up.
But when he took out the phone and looked, the name Coulson appeared right there.
Seeing Coulson's name, Nick Fury hesitated for a moment. He knew that this old subordinate of his wouldn't call him unless it was something major.
After careful consideration, he tapped to answer.
"What is it, Coulson? I'm handling an important matter here. If it's not urgent, call me back in a bit."
As soon as the call connected, Nick Fury whispered quickly, while his eyes kept glancing over there, as if afraid of something happening.
Coulson on the other end didn't answer immediately; instead, he took a deep breath and then slowly said.
"Boss, I've inspected the military camp that was massacred yesterday and have investigated the results. If there are no surprises..." Coulson paused here, as if composing himself, and then continued.
"It's Superman."
"What!!!!"
Nick Fury simply couldn't believe what he was hearing.
He had, of course, heard about the massacre at the military camp yesterday, but he hadn't expected it to actually be done by Superman, who never killed the innocent.
Thinking of this, Nick Fury rubbed his head in a headache; the recent succession of events had left him mentally exhausted.
Just then.
Boom!!!!
A loud noise erupted from the direction he had been staring at.
Nick Fury looked toward the sound, only to see the wall not far away collapse with a crash, and a sturdy figure ran out from within.
"Damn it, Rogers!!!"
Nick Fury's expression changed, and he cursed involuntarily.
That person was none other than Captain America, Steve Rogers, who had just woken up not long ago.
Nick Fury thought his voice just now had woken him up, and he rubbed his head in annoyance.
...
One minute ago. In the hospital room.
"Another pitch!!!"
The radio was broadcasting the voice of a team commentator.
Captain America, who was in a coma on the bed, seemed to hear the sound; his eyelids twitched, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
He slowly sat up. The unfamiliar environment around him came into view, and there was a hint of confusion in Captain America's eyes.
Hearing the sound of the radio, Captain America looked toward the source, his brows furrowing involuntarily.
Click!!!
There was a sound at the door, and a lady in professional attire walked in.
"Where am I?" Captain America asked, looking at her vigilantly.
Seeing Captain America's gaze, she smiled gently and explained.
"Good afternoon. This is a post-operative recovery room in New York."
The baseball commentary nearby continued.
Upon hearing her explanation, Captain America not only failed to lower his guard, but asked with an even more serious expression.
"Where exactly am I?"
The woman opposite seemed somewhat confused by the situation; she smiled awkwardly and asked, bewildered.
"What are you talking about?"
Captain America pointed his head toward the radio and then said slowly.
"This game was in May 1941. I was there."
Once these words were spoken, the woman's expression changed immediately, though she quickly recovered, but the smile from before was gone from her face.
Meanwhile.
What!!!!
A very loud "What!" came from the doorway.
The woman's expression changed drastically. Captain America also confirmed that something was wrong with this place; he immediately lunged forward with all his might, breaking past the woman's obstruction, and ran out of the hospital room.
As soon as he stepped out, a group of agents in suits outside spotted him and rushed forward to block him.
But before Captain America, a super soldier, they were clearly no match and were all taken down in a few moves.
Before long, Captain America reached the edge of the fake hospital room. Seeing no way out, he did not hesitate. He charged up a strike, smashed through the wall, and rushed out.
As soon as he got out, Captain America immediately noticed Director Fury in the hall with a grim expression.
The two locked eyes. Captain America didn't have time to overthink it and quickly ran away; he just wanted to escape this place as soon as possible.
...
Seeing Captain America run straight out, Nick Fury was stunned for a moment.
The next second.
"Damn it, Rogers!!!"
Recovering, Nick Fury's expression changed drastically, and he cursed involuntarily.
He did not hesitate; he quickly waved to the agents not far away and rushed out in a hurry, wanting to catch up with Captain America.
"Boss!"
Hearing the commotion on Nick Fury's end, Coulson's expression changed, and his hand holding the communicator tightened involuntarily.
"Boss, what's wrong over there? Are you okay? Is everything okay at the base?"
He was panicked, thinking that Superman had found out about his call and had gone to the base to retaliate.
Nick Fury was currently chasing the running Captain America.
Hearing the voice from the communicator, he remembered Coulson's matter, quickly raised the communicator to his ear, and said, slightly out of breath.
"Coulson, I'm fine here, don't worry. By the way, what's this about Superman attacking the military that you mentioned earlier?"
Hearing that the base was fine, Coulson let out a sigh of relief. When asked about the matter here, his expression turned grave again as he replied.
"Boss, we've analyzed the residual energy on the scorched earth and the Stark Industries tank wreckage here. It matches Superman's Cyclops perfectly. In other words, the one who massacred an entire military camp last night was indeed Superman."
As Coulson narrated, Nick Fury's expression became increasingly grave.
If news of this were to get out, the entire nation's people would likely panic. If not handled well, it would be a major problem.
Thinking of this, he tightened his fist, took a deep breath, and decisively ordered.
"Agent Coulson, seal off the scene immediately. Not a single bit of information must leak out to cause public panic. As for what comes after..."
He paused here, then sighed and said.
"We'll deal with the rest after I'm done here."
Coulson on the other end also knew the severity of the matter and immediately nodded in agreement.
Click! The call ended. Nick Fury's already dark face grew even darker. He rubbed his head, feeling a headache.
He didn't expect one crisis after another. The matter with Captain America hadn't even been resolved, and now an even more difficult one had appeared.
If this matter wasn't handled well, it would likely be far, far more serious than the situation with Captain America.
Just then, the agent running beside him stopped and said.
"Director Fury, he has stopped."
Director Fury stopped upon hearing this and looked ahead, immediately spotting Captain America standing in the center of Times Square.
Steve was extremely confused at this moment. The luxurious and magnificent skyscrapers around him were things he had never heard of or seen before. There was a hint of unfamiliarity amidst the familiarity; the New York in his memory was not like this.
Such a huge contrast made him somewhat fearful, and being alone left him feeling lost. Just then.
"Don't be nervous, soldier!!!"
A somewhat gruff voice came from one side.
Steve looked toward the sound and saw Nick Furystanding beside a few cars.
Just as he was about to say something, Nick Fury walked over first and said with an apologetic expression.
"I'm very sorry, our performance was a bit too much."
"We thought we should tell you slowly."
These confusing words made Steve's expression even more puzzled.
Seeing Steve's confusion, Nick Fury didn't continue to explain; instead, he turned around and waved for him to follow.
Steve hesitated for a few moments, then followed helplessly.
...
Inside an apartment in downtown New York.
Nick Fury and Steve sat opposite each other at a table.
"That's it. That is what happened after you fell into a deep sleep."
After Nick Fury finished speaking, he picked up the coffee on the table and waited silently for Steve's reaction across from him.
Steve, sitting opposite him, was no longer as confused as he was at the beginning. He rubbed his temples, feeling a bit of a headache, as if he hadn't fully digested all this information at once.
Chapter 4: The Awakening of Steve
"Are you alright, Steve?"
Nick Fury asked tentatively.
"I'm fine, sir. I just... have a date I haven't kept yet."
Steve managed a reluctant smile, his expression complex.
Seeing that Captain America had accepted everything he said, Nick Fury nodded and continued.
"There is one more thing I need to tell you."
As he spoke, Nick Fury turned on the television behind him, and the image of Superman flying in the sky appeared on the screen.
"This person appeared not long ago. He is called Superman."
Nick Fury pointed at Superman on the screen and said.
Steve nodded. He thought Superman was a super-human newly developed by the military and felt a bit surprised.
To think that the super-serum could now grant the ability to fly; this was much stronger than what they had back in his day.
But why was the sir telling him this? Was he supposed to team up with him?
Just as Steve was speculating, Nick Fury dropped a bombshell with a grave expression.
"Just last night, Superman attacked a military base outside the city. The entire base was destroyed, and not a single person survived."
Upon hearing this.
"What?"
Steve was clearly stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened in disbelief.
He had originally thought this was a new type of super-soldier, but now it seemed clear that this was a heinous criminal.
Moreover, this Superman's power far exceeded his imagination. To be able to destroy a military base single-handedly was terrifying.
He knew that even for him, destroying a Hydra base required significant manpower. He hadn't expected that Superman could do it alone.
Thinking that such a powerful individual was an enemy, Steve's expression became unprecedentedly grave.
"The severity of this Superman incident has already endangered the nation. We cannot just stand by."
Seeing Steve nod in agreement, Fury took the opportunity to say.
"Although I am sorry to ask, could you please assist us in investigating the Superman attack incident?"
At these words, Steve fell silent.
Nick Fury was not in a rush; he picked up his coffee and waited silently.
After a while, when Nick Fury was becoming a bit impatient, Steve slowly said.
"I still need to understand the current situation of the world. As I am now, I would only be a burden if I went."
Nick Fury nodded in understanding and said nothing more.
However, he was truly feeling irritable, not knowing whom to ask to solve this problem.
Just then.
He thought of the tank wreckage that Coulson had mentioned. Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he immediately pulled out his communicator and dialed a number.
It clearly displayed the name: Tony Stark.
...
Press Conference.
"Mr. Stark, how can you guarantee that your energy technology will not be imitated and exploited by those with ill intent to endanger the country?"
The congressman on the stage narrowed his eyes and asked condescendingly.
"Imitated? Pfft!"
"Excuse me, Congressman, your sense of humor is truly unmatched. If you ever decide to become a stand-up comedian, Stark Industries will definitely sponsor you."
Tony scoffed, not taking the congressman seriously at all. After laughing, he arrogantly grabbed the microphone in front of him and said to the congressman with disdain.
"With my current technology, no one can even come close. Even if they wanted to attempt a clumsy imitation, it would take them decades. And by then, I will have already developed even more powerful technology."
"Besides, you must have tried to do so privately many times, so you should know perfectly well. I truly hope those poor lab assistants of yours didn't have any problems."
Hearing Tony's sharp sarcasm, the congressman's face turned black.
Because what Tony said was absolutely correct; they had tried to imitate his technology countless times in private, but without exception, they had all failed.
"Then why not hand over the technology to us to protect world peace? Do you only care about your own interests?"
The congressman continued to retort, unwilling to give up.
"Hand it over to you?"
"Trying to seize my private property? Keep dreaming."
"As for world peace?"
Tony Stark looked at the congressman with utter disdain, then turned around, raised his hands, and addressed the crowd behind him.
"I alone can guarantee world peace. I have that capability."
At these words, the scene erupted into cheers, and thunderous applause broke out.
Seeing this, Tony became even more smug and said arrogantly.
"What more do these people want? I've tried to deal with these clowns."
The congressman behind him turned green and then red, finally unable to hold back, he swore at Stark, losing all composure.
Seeing the congressman lose his composure, Stark just laughed, put on his sunglasses, turned around, and left with flair.
Beep, beep, beep!!!
Just as he walked out the door, the phone in his suit pocket rang.
Tony Stark took out his phone; it clearly displayed the caller: Nick Fury.
After seeing the contact, Stark was somewhat surprised.
Nick Fury had always been elusive; usually, if he needed something, he would just appear right beside him. This was the first time he had received a call from him.
Stark answered the phone and said to the other side with a hint of flippancy.
"What is it, Mr. Fury of the whatever-whatever agency? Don't tell me you need an investment from Stark Industries."
On the other end, Fury ignored Tony's joke and asked very seriously.
"Stark, are you aware of the news about the military being attacked this morning?"
Hearing this, Tony was stunned. He didn't understand why he was being told this; it had nothing to do with him.
Nick Fury sensed his confusion and took the opportunity to send him the image of the tank wreckage he had on hand.
Receiving the image on his phone, Tony opened it with indifference.
As soon as he opened it, he froze. He rubbed his eyes in disbelief and finally confirmed that it was indeed a tank produced by Stark Industries.
This discovery made Tony's expression turn serious, with no trace of his earlier flippancy.
His female assistant, Pepper, who was by his side, also saw the photo on Tony's phone and asked with some confusion.
"This is the newest and last model of tank from Stark Industries. But ever since Tony became Iron Man, these tanks should have been banned from production. How did it appear here?"
Tony also said with a complex expression.
"This is a tank I designed previously. It was also the one I considered the most perfect and the one I was most proud of. I never expected it to end up as scrap metal."
Speaking of this, he stroked the tank in the photo with a sense of nostalgia, and while stroking it, he asked.
"Tell me the truth, was a nuclear bomb dropped on the military base? Ordinary weapons couldn't have destroyed it like this."
"Stark, I am sorry to tell you, but this was not caused by a nuclear bomb. It was caused by one person."
Nick Fury's cold voice came from the other end of the phone.
Chapter 5: Superman's Power, Tony's Shock!
"A single person!!!! Stop joking, Director Fury. Today isn't April Fools' Day, and I'm not a fool."
Tony didn't believe a word Nick Fury said. Those were tanks he had designed himself, and he knew their destructive power better than anyone.
"The attacker is suspected to be Superman. There were no survivors left at the scene, the entire base was reduced to ruins, and energy from Cyclops was detected on the cuts in the tanks. It's basically certain that Superman did it."
Listening to Nick Fury's analysis, Tony's expression turned grave. He could tell Nick Fury wasn't lying to him.
He had heard of this Superman before—he could fly, possessed Cyclops, and had incredible strength.
He had originally thought it was all exaggeration, but now it seemed he was far more powerful than he had previously understood.
Hearing Tony's silence, Nick Fury paused before continuing, "I'm contacting you this time to enlist your help in investigating the reason behind Superman's attack on the military base."
After waiting a moment, Nick Fury saw that Tony didn't respond. Thinking he was afraid, he sighed and prepared to continue persuading him.
"I'll do it!"
Tony's expression remained grave, but he agreed without hesitation.
"Good. I'll let you know about the arrangements later."
With that, Nick Fury hung up the phone.
After the call ended, Tony didn't speak for a long time, lost in deep thought.
"Tony, do you really have to go? Won't it be too dangerous?"
Pepper looked at Tony with some concern. Seeing that he didn't speak, she tried asking again.
"Why not follow the senator's suggestion and mass-produce the Iron Man Suit for remote-controlled combat? That way, you wouldn't have to put yourself in harm's way, and your safety could be guaranteed. After all, that Superman isn't someone a human of flesh and blood can easily deal with."
To Pepper, Tony's safety was clearly far more important than anything else.
"With all due respect, Miss Pepper, I can't agree to that. I am Iron Man, and this is what I'm supposed to do."
Tony shook his head at Pepper, then pointed to the reactor on his chest with a narcissistic expression.
When he said this, Pepper was clearly a bit angry and immediately confronted Tony.
"Mr. Stark, you have to realize that while you are Iron Man, you are also the boss of Stark Industries. You need to consider company matters and make decisions for the company."
Tony shrugged indifferently and patted Pepper on the shoulder, saying:
"You can make decisions on those things."
"I make the decisions? Why is it always me making the decisions? This is your company, you should be the one deciding. You're always pushing things onto me."
Tony's indifferent attitude made Pepper even angrier, her face flushed red with rage.
"Because starting today, you are the CEO of Stark Industries."
Tony held Pepper's shoulders and said with a firm gaze.
He wasn't spouting nonsense; he really intended it.
Palladium poisoning had deeply affected his body, and he no longer had the time to care about company matters. It was better to hand it over to this devoted little secretary whom he also liked.
In the coming days, he had to devote himself entirely to the development of the Iron Man Suit. Not only did he need to solve his palladium poisoning, but he also had to deal with that Superman.
...
Early morning. Daily Planet company building.
Clark was organizing documents at his desk, looking somewhat distracted.
He hadn't slept all night, having spent the entire time investigating the military base mentioned in yesterday's news.
However, even though he had used his super hearing to monitor the entire city all night, he hadn't heard any useful information. This made him suspect that the person who destroyed the military camp wasn't from around here.
"Good morning! Clark, there's a story here that needs you to write it."
A vibrant female voice came from the side, interrupting Clark's thoughts.
He looked in the direction of the voice; opposite him was his girlfriend, Lois.
Lois was wearing professional attire, and with a bright smile on her face, she handed over a document.
"Is it about the news of the military camp being destroyed yesterday?"
Clark reached out to take the document and asked as he did so.
Ever since he saw yesterday's news, he had felt that the Daily Planet wouldn't let this excellent news story go. After all, it involved him, who was currently the hottest topic, and the media nowadays wouldn't miss any opportunity to smear him.
"Although that news is interesting, it's not that."
"The military issued an injunction today, strictly prohibiting the promotion of that news."
Lois shook her head in denial.
Clark nodded to show he understood. Although he was a bit puzzled, he didn't delve deeper.
Meanwhile, Su Cheng, inside his body, frowned upon hearing this news, his mind filled with thoughts.
He knew that the military base he had destroyed wasn't chosen at random; it was a puppet base completely infiltrated by Hydra.
According to his plan, as long as he destroyed this base, his immense power would certainly attract the attention of Hydra.
Given Hydra's attitude of "rather kill the innocent than let a threat go," they would absolutely not let him exist. As long as he didn't accept Hydra's enslavement, they would spare no cost to smear his image in the eyes of the public and deploy forces to wipe him out.
But they had actually blocked this news.
"What exactly are they trying to do? Did they sense something was wrong?"
Su Cheng was a bit puzzled. He had originally planned to accelerate Clark's corruption through Hydra's counterattack, but now it seemed that plan had fallen through.
At the same time, Clark casually opened the file Lois had handed him.
As soon as he opened it, a cocky smiling face came into view.
After seeing the face clearly, Clark frowned.
He recognized this person; it was the head of Stark Industries, Tony Stark, who was also a famous playboy in New York.
He, always being upright, despised such a libertine.
Not long ago, this Tony had announced that he was Iron Man and claimed he would protect the world. These remarks made Clark sneer.
In his view, if they really encountered a life-or-death danger, this kind of playboy would definitely be the first guy to hide behind the crowd.
"It seems you know Tony Stark, Clark. Just today, he announced a big deal."
Lois introduced from his side.
Hearing this, Clark continued to flip the page. The words "Tony Stark rages at congressman and appoints assistant, Ms. Virginia Potts, as CEO of Stark Industries" appeared on it.
"I know you don't like people like Tony Stark, and I equally hate such playboys, but this is work after all. I hope you'll get it done as soon as possible."
Lois looked at his furrowed brows and said soothingly in a low voice.
"Alright, I know. Give me some time; I'll submit it once I'm done writing."
Clark nodded. Seeing that he understood, Lois smiled at him and turned to leave.