"Superman! Who is that?" Nick Fury's gaze narrowed, and then... he was thoroughly confused.
"Director, Superman is a superhero from DC Comics. He possesses super strength, super speed..."
"Wait, you're saying this is a character from a comic book? The kind of superhero who wears pajamas, puts on a mask, and saves the world?"
"To be precise, Superman does not wear a mask, Director. He has a Biological Force Field that prevents people from remembering or capturing his appearance on camera!" Coulson rattled off his knowledge as if counting treasures.
Nick Fury looked closely at the satellite footage: "Indeed, no facial details can be captured... You seem very familiar with him?"
"I'm a fan of Superman. Of course, I'm also a fan of Captain America!" Coulson felt somewhat energized talking about his hobbies.
"Then how do you think we should treat this Superman?" Nick Fury crossed his hands and leaned against the back of his chair. "It seems he doesn't want his true identity discovered."
"According to plots in the comic books, he stands on the side of justice and stops unjust violence, so we might be able to try contacting him," Coulson said.
"That's a comic book, Coulson. In reality, this is just a copycat, and what's more, the very thing he's doing right now is exercising violence!"
"This... indeed seems to be the case. Superman in the comics doesn't kill; he has a no-kill rule, unlike Captain America..."
"Stop talking about your comic books, Coulson!" Nick Fury tapped the desktop. "Take Barton and make a trip to Afghanistan. Try to investigate the other party."
"Yes, Director!" Coulson concluded his report and walked out, leading the new mission.
As he reached the door, Nick Fury's instructions came from behind him again: "Also, send a set of Superman-related comics to my office."
Meanwhile, the exact same scene was playing out in the military.
However, compared to Nick Fury, who knew more about extraordinary power.
The military command center was a complete mess.
As the colonel of the weapons research department, Rhodey was the first to step forward to explain that the person in the video was a living human being, not a humanoid individual weapon.
The major from the missile unit stepped forward to say that enemies who couldn't even be harmed by Jericho missiles could only be handled with the intensity of a nuclear bomb.
The naval captain said they couldn't deal with someone who could fly like that.
The air force lieutenant colonel said that airborne missiles would find it hard to hit a target moving so fast and of such small volume.
Finally, General Ross slammed the table and made a decision: temporarily ignore them, maintain surveillance, and if the other party showed no hostility, attempt negotiations, preferably getting the other party to cooperate in research to create the United States's own super soldier.
Then, meeting adjourned! Prepare for war!
On this morning, the major confidential departments were turbulent and noisy.
As for the Stark Mansion on the Los Angeles coast, it was warm and lazy.
Until JARVIS used the suona recording Leon had left behind to wake Tony from his sweet dream.
"God!! JARVIS, what are you doing!?"
Tony got up from the floor clutching his blanket; he had been frightened off the bed by the sudden suona.
That impassionedly charging, galloping-horse-like tune made his heart pound rapidly just listening to it, making him think someone was about to trample his soft bed with horses.
"Sir, Young Master Leon just instructed me to wake you up and play this video for you."
With that, JARVIS controlled the holographic projection equipment, presenting the footage Leon had filmed with his phone right in front of Tony.
Inside the frame.
Thousands of guns fired simultaneously, hundreds of grenades blanketed the area with bombardment, and vehicular missiles and Jericho missiles took the stage one after another.
The full-screen fire, large-scale fire, explosions, and even bigger explosions left Tony dumbfounded.
He didn't even have time to break a sweat for Leon, who was facing these dangerous weapons head-on in the footage, before the progress bar reached the end.
"What is this? A promotional video Leon made overnight? Where is he now?"
"Young Master Leon is currently in Afghanistan wiping out the Ten Rings, Sir. The footage was streamed live to you by my recording ten minutes ago."
"He's in West Asia? God, when did he head out, it's only... oh, ten o'clock."
Tony looked at the bright sun outside and rubbed his face: "He actually ran off alone first... So why did he send me this video?"
"Young Master Leon wanted you to take a good look at the Stark weaponry in the video, Sir."
"Stark weaponry..." The expression on Tony's face froze.
He dragged the video progress back to the beginning, watched it again, and his complexion grew worse and worse.
"Almost all Stark weapons, and why are Jericho missiles in a Ten Rings base!?"
Tony's face was expressionless, but his twitching cheeks revealed his unsettled state of mind.
"I only sold this type of missile to the military. Where did these people get them? Was it the military? Or Obadiah?"
"Sir, Jericho missiles have only produced one batch so far—the batch you sold," JARVIS spoke up.
"..." Tony kept a wooden face and didn't speak again.
A few seconds later, he put on a shirt and pushed open the door.
"JARVIS, control that set of armor belonging to Leon and come with me to West Asia. Oh, right, and the Middle East."
"Very well, Sir. Additionally, may I ask if you think you'll be able to sleep tonight?"
"Why ask that?" Tony frowned.
"Young Master Leon asked me to pose this question to you and promptly feed the result back to him."
"..." Tony opened his mouth, words failing him, and finally took a deep breath, puffing air out of his nose. "Tell him that when I can't sleep, I'll make sure he can't sleep either!"
With that, he spread his arms, and the Mark III armor immediately suited up.
"Keep up with me, JARVIS."
He manipulated the armor to take off, followed closely by the Super Mark 1 controlled by JARVIS.
Super Mark 1 was the name Leon had chosen himself.
This big boy had a damn competitive streak, insisting on taking advantage even when naming things.
Morning in Los Angeles was night in Afghanistan.
This night was destined to be restless.
The flames of gunfire erupted into the sky one after another across this land.
Overhead from the high heavens, it looked just like one candleholder after another lighting up and instantly extinguishing.
Lighting up from the northeast corner of the map, one piece after another, and finally all fading away in the southwest corner.
"Tell me the time now, JARVIS." Leon looked at the last Ten Rings base below, which had turned into ruins and was billowing smoke.
"It is currently 11:08 PM local time."
"Hmm... wasted some time, took eight minutes longer than expected."
For some reason, every time he saw members of the Ten Rings deploy missiles.
He couldn't help but want to wait.
—Wait until the missiles were launched, and then blow them up right in front of the terrorists.
By then, even the most devout and stubborn members of the Ten Rings would be reduced to a terrified, pissing mess.
Killing someone wasn't enough; he had to crush their spirit too.
Leon even thought he was being a bit excessive.
Yet he had to admit, doing this felt really satisfying.
Especially when looking down from above at those thugs weeping and snotting in terror, and dropping the line, "Are these all your methods? Truly so weak they're disappointing."
That felt even better.
It just wasted a bit of time.
"After clearing out the Ten Rings within this country, next up are the Eagle's military bases."
"Young Master Leon, what are your intentions?"
"Showcase power and destroy the weapons; after all, the ones making decisions are the people at the top, and ordinary soldiers mostly just take orders—they aren't necessarily all willing to start wars."
"Your choices have always been very wise... Young Master Leon, Mr. Stark has entered the Afghan border and is trying to contact you. Shall I connect?"
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