Joy and celebration belonged to ordinary people.
To Hydra—and even to the leaders of nations around the world—
Superman emerging unscathed from a nuclear blast with a combined yield of tens of millions of tons—
was instead like a blow to the head.
Even humanity's ultimate weapon was powerless against him.
Superman could now do whatever he wanted on Earth.
The only things they could think of that might still restrain Superman were intangible concepts like morality and emotion.
The livestreams on the internet had been shut down.
But the satellites of every country were still filming.
As they watched Superman hovering at the boundary between Earth and outer space in the overhead footage, their hearts sank.
At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Pierce's expression was as dark as water.
The others were worried about the future.
He felt that he might not have a future at all.
"What the hell is this Superman, and where did he come from?!"
"He must die today! Launch! Keep launching!"
"Have the nuclear missiles from the other two Helicarriers target Superman and launch them too!"
He screamed hysterically, "I refuse to believe he can withstand one blast and then keep taking more! He must already be at the end of his strength—he's just putting on an act!"
At that moment, Superman moved onscreen.
He looked down at the Earth beneath his feet, as if searching for something.
Suddenly, his body twisted and plunged into the atmosphere like a meteorite!
"What is he doing? Follow him! Get the satellites to follow him!" Pierce shouted urgently.
Leon deliberately flew slowly, allowing every satellite to keep up with him.
At last, he hovered above Hydra's base in Poland.
The area was covered in forest.
There were no signs of human habitation for dozens of kilometers in every direction.
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