Close Encounter of the Third Kind

"Height: 187 centimeters. Weight: 240 kilograms. His body contained astonishing amounts of energy.

The hardness and resilience of his skin and muscles had reached an almost unimaginable level. Needles and blades could not even pierce his epidermis?

An unknown biological force field surrounding him could deflect all forms of physical attack. He could move and throw punches at speeds easily exceeding Mach 10.

As for destructive power, a single blow had shattered the machine we used for testing?

Damn it, are you sure there is no exaggeration in this report?

Why did I feel like it was describing Superman from a comic book?"

Nick Fury sat behind his desk, staring at several documents delivered by his trusted subordinates, his face full of disbelief.

Although he had encountered aliens and individuals possessing supernatural powers long ago, the power of this Divine Power Monk had still far exceeded his expectations.

According to the report's assessment, apart from the most powerful nuclear weapons currently available and the trump cards in his own possession, there was basically nothing on Earth capable of threatening or harming him.

Such terrifying and unrestricted power was clearly something human society could neither permit nor accept.

Especially those powerful people seated high above everyone else. They would certainly do everything in their power to bring him under their control.

Whether through moral coercion or brainwashing involving ideology.

Captain America was, in fact, a typical example of the latter.

Although the propaganda machine had packaged him as a noble patriot and a hero who fought the evil Nazis, the government had initially regarded him as nothing more than a propaganda tool for raising war funds.

And the reason he later became famous, a standard-bearer, and an object of spiritual faith was largely because he had "died."

Had he remained alive,