"Temporarily reject him. Tell him I'm busy and that if he wants revenge, he should fly west and look for the Ten Rings in other regions."
Leon flew toward the nearest United States garrison base.
There were still seven bases like this one in and around present-day Afghanistan.
Over the next few years, that number would expand to nineteen.
With so many bases built around a backward, minor nation, the United States clearly had ulterior motives, its wild ambitions laid bare for all to see.
On this trip to Afghanistan, Leon had originally only intended to wipe out the Ten Rings, leaving subsequent plans to be pushed forward gradually over time.
Yet the little girl he had encountered at the very beginning of tonight made him change his mind.
After all, since he was already here in the middle of the night, not doing something along the way would really do a disservice to memories of his past life.
Even though the United States in the Marvel world was not entirely identical to the one from his previous life.
Leon still couldn't help wanting to clip the wings and pull the claws of this bald eagle.
When he descended above the base, the air-raid sirens promptly rang through every barracks.
These well-trained soldiers were simply more vigilant and efficient than terrorists.
Before Leon even made any aggressive moves, one machine-gun muzzle after another targeted him.
The base's external communications equipment began to threaten, "Intruder, land now! Stop where you are! Otherwise, we will open fire immediately!"
The overbearing tone, the rapidly assembled troops, the neat and uniform gun barrels.
All of it made Leon couldn't help sneering.
He had never considered peace negotiations as an option.
When dealing with a pack of robbers, only after beating them into submission and making them feel the pain was it time to speak.
Leon puffed out his chest slightly, inhaling before exhaling a bone-chilling frost.
He chose to use Freeze Breath to deal with the enemy.
"Whoosh!" A violent wind surged.
The bone-chilling gale instantly swept through every corner of the military base.
Following behind the cold wind was layer upon layer of rapidly spreading hard ice.
The layers of solid ice crawled across the surfaces of the base buildings like vine plants, invaded the interiors, and froze all weapons and ammunition firmly in place.
Even the troops in the camp were not spared.
The soldiers quickly turned into ice sculptures one by one.
It was just that the layers of ice on their bodies were much thinner.
When the entire base was wrapped in cold ice, becoming as frosty and translucent as an ice-crystal castle from a fairy tale.
Leon stopped.
He nodded in satisfaction, then raised his fist and struck heavily against the base wall.
That looked like nothing more than a light punch, neither painful nor itchy, unable to stir up the slightest ripple.
"Crack, crack!"
Yet circles of fine cracks immediately spread out from the point of impact, rapidly covering the entire structure.
When the cracks became dense up to a certain critical point.
The wall beneath Leon's fist instantly collapsed, shattered, and broke apart into a ground full of debris encased in ice blocks.
The shattering of this section of the wall was like the first falling domino.
Soon the surrounding walls also began to break, and the entire garrison base plunged into a chain reaction.
The walls, already rendered incomparably fragile by the low-temperature freezing, could not resist the transmission of this force at all.
One building after another could be seen collapsing.
What a magnificent sight.
With Leon as the starting point, all the base buildings, as well as the items inside them, successively shattered into ruins.
Yet the sound of the buildings collapsing was not dull; instead, it was exceptionally melodious due to the clattering of ice blocks.
For a time, the sounds of solids shattering and cold ice colliding came one after another, akin to ten thousand jade stones breaking at once and phoenixes crying together.
When everything had been shattered, the massive complex of base buildings had already become ruins scattered everywhere.
Various fragments with rugged fractures refracted the moonlight of the night amidst the cold ice.
Leon landed on the ground, stepping on the ruins, producing crisp crunching sounds.
Directly in front of him was the sole surviving entity of this garrison base—the United States soldiers.
Thousands of soldiers lost consciousness inside the blocks of ice; although they would definitely be left with lingering ailments in the future, at least their lives were safe.
Leon's control over his power was precise to the extreme.
He destroyed all the base buildings and weapons and ammunition, yet managed to avoid harming the soldiers inside the base by even a fraction.
Even the hidden injuries left behind in these people were intentional "minor punishments to teach a lesson."
"Asking for trouble."
Leon muttered softly, his eyes rapidly turning red as he fired Heat Vision.
Yet the heat vision, whose maximum temperature could exceed the surface of the sun and was enough to incinerate everything in the world.
When sweeping across the ice sculptures of the soldiers this time, it merely managed to thaw them.
What kind of meticulous control was this.
"Hoo! Hoo! So, so cold!"
"H-He's Superman! There's actually a Superman in this world?!"
"We were just provoking Superman!?"
As soon as the soldiers thawed, they all collapsed limply to the ground, hugging their own bodies or someone else's body, rubbing vigorously to generate heat.
They gazed at Leon standing atop the ruins, every single one of them not daring to let out a single loud breath.
Even among the crowd, a few lieutenant colonels with three-bar insignia on their shoulders didn't dare to utter another arrogant word at this moment.
"Now, I formally notify you to withdraw from Asia within a week, or else I will come again. Do not say you were not warned!"
The ice beneath Leon's feet reflected a deep, illusory blue under the moonlight.
In the eyes of all the soldiers, Leon at this moment was like a cold blade suspended above their heads, ready to slash down at any second.
A dead silence hung over the crowd; no one answered, and no one dared to speak.
Leon did not wait for a reply either.
After leaving his warning, he took flight and departed.
These foot soldiers, along with the few mid-level officers among them, did not yet have the authority to agree to such a demand as troop withdrawal.
He had to continue displaying his strength to make the United States temporarily think twice.
And to completely resolve subsequent disputes, he would have to wait until he dealt with Hydra and carry a nuclear bomb on his back.
"The next target is twenty-six kilometers to the east. Try to resolve it within a minute!" Leon accelerated abruptly in mid-air.
At the first base, he had seemingly done many things and used a lot of time.
Yet in reality, from the moment he flew above the base to the time he smashed the base and left.
It had actually taken less than three minutes.
Therefore, Leon intended to resolve all the United States bases before the seven or eight satellites above his head could even react.
That's right, over the past hour, more and more satellites had been monitoring above Leon.
First came the two high-precision satellites subsequently supplemented by the United States.
Then came the rabbit neighbor next door, who felt something was amiss with the neighborhood and sent one over.
And then slowly, the Permanent Five all arrived, a bunch of satellites bustling as if they were holding a meeting right above his head.
Leon didn't mind this at all.
He even wished every country would live-stream it, letting people who had suffered long enough under the eagle see how he dealt with the United States bases.
On the other side, Tony was still on his way to the scene.
"JARVIS, you tell me, what does it mean that Leon won't take my call and ran off by himself to cause trouble for the military base?"
Tony communicated with JARVIS while flying, "That was supposed to be the job for me to do!"
"Sir, do you mean that you also intended to attack the United States base?" JARVIS asked.
"Attack? That word you used is inaccurate; it should be helping them relieve their anxiety over ammunition overstock!"
"I understand. You intended to do just like Master Leon—destroy the United States firepower and drive them out of this region."
"That kid plans to do that?" Tony curled his lip. "He always steals my gigs!"
"I'm going because the United States side presumptuously gave Jericho to a terrorist organization, so I'm going over there to demand an explanation. What is his reason?"
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