This Is Superman!

The figure high in the sky stood silently for a long time.

The sea of fire blanketing the mountains below had already been blown out by him, and now the scattered sparks were as sparse as the starlight in the sky.

Yet Leon followed forest fire safety principles and carefully checked again, extinguishing every remaining spark one by one.

Then he looked down at the Ten Rings base that had been razed to the ground, and leisurely glanced around left and right.

Yet those actions, in the eyes of the middle-aged reporter, were the Superman of justice making sure he had not let a single evildoer escape.

Damn the Ten Rings and their endless atrocities. Now it's over! Superman is here, we have hope! Superman is here, we're going to have peace!

At this moment, the middle-aged man felt that the figure in the air was as lofty as a deity.

His body trembled involuntarily, and there was the thrill of a deep grudge being avenged in his eyes, but even more so, yearning and hope.

It must be like this, he is here to help us! He is here to save us!

He is a messenger sent by Allah... No, he is Allah incarnate, the reincarnation of the True God!

He was moved to tears of joy, and his softened legs dropped directly to the ground as his whole body prostrated and wept bitterly.

Everything is going to get better! Everything is finally coming to an end!

Superman above... Right, Superman! I have to tell Superman that the Ten Rings have many more bases in this land!

Thinking of something, the middle-aged man scrambled and dragged himself up by a nearby tree trunk, wanting to shout and call out to Superman.

Yet the moment he raised his head, those ocean-blue clothes and the cape fluttering like hot blood were right before his eyes.

"Superman!" The middle-aged reporter started inwardly as Superman had appeared before him without warning.

"Thanks for the praise just now, but I'm not the True God, just someone passing by who saw an injustice."

Superman smiled and said, "What's your name? Venturing near a terrorist organization to film at the risk of your life, you're very brave, an admirable hero!"

"No, no, no! I'm just an ordinary person, you're the hero!"

The middle-aged reporter was praised to the point of intense excitement, his face flushing crimson. "I-I'm Hafizollah Abdullah. Thank you so much for saving me just now! I-I-I..."

At such close range, he could finally see Superman's appearance clearly.

Those deep black eyes were as enchanting as a charming night.

His face was chiseled, every line rugged and handsome.

This was simply a perfect man!

How could such a perfect person not be a deity who had descended to the mortal world to save all living beings?

Abdullah dared to guarantee that if he were a young girl, every single night of his future life would be spent dreaming of this Superman.

No, even if he weren't a young girl, he would still dream of him!

"Don't be nervous, Abdullah. I'm looking for you because I hope you can do me a favor."

Leon felt that the look in the reporter's eyes carried an inexplicable oddness that made his back tighten.

He hurriedly stated his purpose: "You should have just recorded what I did in the Ten Rings camp, right?"

"Y-Yes, that's right!" Abdullah said somewhat flurriedly, immediately holding out the camera with both hands. "Please forgive my unauthorized filming, please take back the contents inside—"

"I don't mean that!" Leon pushed the camera back. "I want you to go back and publicize this footage in front of the media!"

"Of course, under your own name!"

"Just say you risked your life to sneakily film the footage, and pass on a message for me to all the other media—make all the foreign armies on this land leave immediately and abandon their invasion!"

Abdullah's eyes widened. "Are you going to declare war on the United States!?"

"Not a declaration of war, but a post-war manifesto." Leon turned around, leaving a profile view.

He finally nodded to the reporter, lifted his feet off the ground, and flew into the clouds.

"Goodbye, I'll remember you, a brave hero!"

In his spot, Abdullah blankly gazed at the figure vanishing into the night sky, unconsciously making a gesture of prayer. "Superman above! He's simply the perfect holy spirit, the savior god, he has a pair of... Wait, did I-I seem to have forgotten what he looks like?"

"JARVIS, send those combat footage clips to Tony."

On the other side, Leon had no idea what a deep impression he had left on the middle-aged reporter.

His mind was only on Tony: "Also, if he hasn't gotten up yet, provide a wake-up service while you're at it."

"Very well, Master Leon, I am transmitting the video data back to Los Angeles right now." JARVIS complied.

"I trust Tony will like this gift of mine." Leon verified his next target within the cloud layer.

"Before we move, help me check the local time, JARVIS."

"Certainly, it is currently 9:47 PM local time."

"Then let's push a bit harder and strive to clear out all the Ten Rings bases before eleven, and then head over to the Eagle's bases for a look."

"Master Leon, are you intending to strike the United States bases? Shall I notify Mr. Stark in advance?"

"No need to tell him! As a taxpayer, refusing those rednecks at the top using my money to cause trouble everywhere and setting things right feels completely justified to me!"

"Besides, if I build up some reputation first, it'll make it all the more natural when I step out later to eliminate Hydra!"

"You are truly thorough in your considerations."

On the other side of the ocean.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Director, I believe you need to see this!" The balding middle-aged agent placed a tablet before his superior, his usual kindly expression turning quite solemn.

As for that superior—

A bald, eyepatched black man sitting behind a white lacquered desk.

Upon hearing the voice, he leisurely swiveled his chair around.

He had been looking at the scenery outside the window earlier, leaving only a aloof, mysterious back to the subordinate who had entered.

At this moment, the eyepatch-wearing black man known as the director nodded faintly with a cold expression. "Mm, Coulson, what is the news?"

"The largest Ten Rings base in Afghanistan has been wiped out, Director Fury!"

"Oh, who did it?" Nick Fury glanced downward indifferently, his inscrutable expression instantly cracking.

"Motherfucker!?"

He abruptly stood up, staring wide-eyed at the satellite footage playing on the tablet where a cool and stylishly dressed man effortlessly resolved a sky full of grenades with a burst of heat vision.

"What the hell is this thing?"

"Director, there's more!" Coulson tapped the screen to fast-forward.

The progress bar quickly dragged to the second half.

Nick Fury blankly finished watching the footage of Leon forcefully withstanding the Jericho missiles and peacefully weathering the aftermath of the explosion without a scratch.

His mind was instantly flooded with exclamation marks and question marks.

When on earth did someone so overpowered appear on Earth? Why didn't he know about it?

"Who is this? Have you investigated the results?"

Nick Fury instinctively wanted to pull out the pager he used to contact Captain Marvel.

--Captain Marvel was his good friend, possessed the mighty power to traverse the universe, and was currently maintaining cosmic peace in a foreign star system.

When he encountered an unresolvable crisis, he only needed to press the pager in his hand to summon Captain Marvel to come to the rescue.

And now, the man in this video gave him an urgent, desperate sense of crisis that made him want to press the pager.

Coulson spoke then with unprecedented solemnity: "This is Superman, Director."