This Is Superman!

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

The sea of fire spreading across the mountains below had already been blown out by him. Now, the scattered flames were as sparse as the stars in the sky.

However, following forest fire prevention principles, Leon carefully checked the area again and extinguished every remaining spark.

Then he looked down at the Ten Rings base beneath his feet, now reduced to level ground, before leisurely glancing around.

But to the middle-aged reporter, those actions looked like righteous Superman making sure he had not let a single evildoer escape.

"Those damned Ten Rings bastards have committed every evil imaginable. Now it's all right! Superman has come, so we have hope! Superman has come, so we'll have peace!"

At that moment, the middle-aged man felt that figure in the sky was as majestic as a god.

His body trembled involuntarily. His eyes held the thrill of vengeance fulfilled, but even more, anticipation and hope.

"It must be so. He came to help us! He came to save us!"

"He is a messenger sent by Allah... No, he is Allah incarnate, the rebirth of the true god!"

Overcome with joy, he burst into tears. His weakened legs gave out, and he fell to his knees, bending over as he wept bitterly.

"Everything is going to get better! It's finally going to end!"

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

Thinking of something, the middle-aged man scrambled up while clutching at a nearby tree trunk, intending to shout and call for Superman.

Yet when he raised his head, that ocean-blue suit and blood-red cape billowing like a banner were right before his eyes.

"Superman!" The middle-aged reporter's heart skipped a beat. Superman had somehow appeared in front of him.

"Thank you for the praise just now, but I'm not the true god. I'm just someone who can't stand injustice."

Superman smiled. "What's your name? You risked your life filming near a terrorist organization. You're very brave—a hero worthy of respect!"

"No, no, no! I'm just an ordinary person. You're our hero!"

The middle-aged reporter was so excited by the praise that his face reddened. "I-I'm Hafizullah Abdullah. Thank you for saving me just now! I, I, I..."

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

Those deep black eyes were as captivating as a beautiful night.

His features looked carved by blade and axe, every line rugged and handsome.

This was simply a perfect man!

How could someone so perfect not be a god who had descended into the human world to save all living beings?

Abdullah dared to guarantee that if he were a young girl, he would dream of this Superman every night for the rest of his life.

No, even if he was not a young girl, he would still dream of him!

"Don't be nervous, Abdullah. I came to ask you for a favor."

Leon felt there was something oddly strange in the reporter's gaze, making his back tighten.

He hurriedly stated his purpose. "You should have filmed what I did at the Ten Rings camp just now, right?"

"Y-yes, that's right!" Abdullah panicked and immediately offered the camera with both hands. "Please forgive me for filming without permission. Please take back what's in here..."

"That's not what I mean!" Leon pushed the camera back. "I want you to go back and release this footage to the media!"

"Of course, in your own name!"

"Say that you risked your life to secretly film it, and pass a message from me to the other media—tell every foreign army on this land to leave immediately and abandon their invasion!"

Abdullah's eyes widened. "Are you declaring war on America?"

"Not a declaration of war, but a postwar declaration." Leon turned around, leaving only his profile behind.

He gave the reporter one final nod, lifted off the ground, and flew into the clouds.

"Goodbye. I'll remember you—a brave hero!"

Left behind, Abdullah stared blankly at the figure vanishing into the night sky. Unconsciously making a prayer gesture, he murmured, "Superman above! He is the perfect holy spirit, a god who saves the world. He has a pair of... Wait, I-I seem to have forgotten what he looks like?"

"JARVIS, send all that battle footage to Tony."

Elsewhere, Leon had no idea how deep an impression he had left on the middle-aged reporter.

He was only thinking about Tony. "Also, if he's not awake yet, throw in a wake-up call."

"Certainly, Master Leon. I will transmit the visual data back to Los Angeles immediately." JARVIS complied.

"I'm sure Tony will like this gift." Leon picked out his next target amid the clouds.

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

"Certainly. The local time is currently 9:47 p.m."

"Then let's pick up the pace. Try to wipe out every Ten Rings base before eleven, then go take a look around Eagle's base."

"Master Leon, are you planning to strike an American base? Should I inform Mr. Stark in advance?"

"No need to tell him! As a taxpayer, I refuse to let those rednecks up top use my money to do evil everywhere, and I'm setting things right. I'd say that's perfectly justified!"

"Besides, if I make a name for myself now, it'll be more natural when I step forward to eliminate Hydra later!"

"You have truly thought this through."

On the other side of the ocean.

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

"Director, I think you need to see this!" The half-bald middle-aged agent placed a tablet before his superior. The always-friendly expression on his face had turned extremely serious.

And that superior.

A bald, one-eyed Black man seated behind a white lacquered desk.

Hearing the voice, he slowly turned his chair around.

He had been looking at the view outside the window, showing only a cold, aloof back to the subordinate who had entered, appearing unfathomably mysterious.

Now, the one-eyed Black man addressed as Director nodded indifferently, his expression cool. "Mm, Coulson. What is it?"

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

"Oh? Who did it?" Nick Fury casually glanced down, and his inscrutable expression immediately shattered.

"Motherfucker!?"

He shot to his feet, eyes wide as he watched the satellite footage playing on the tablet. A man dressed in an unbelievably cool and cocky outfit had casually used Heat Vision to deal with a sky full of grenades.

"What the fuck is this thing?"

"Director, there's more!" Coulson tapped the screen and fast-forwarded.

Soon, the progress bar reached the latter half.

Nick Fury watched in a daze as Leon took Jericho missiles head-on and then calmly quelled the aftermath of the explosion without a scratch.

For a moment, his mind was crammed full of exclamation marks and question marks.

Since when had Earth gained another person this ridiculously powerful? Why did he not know about him?

"Who is he? Have you found anything?"

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

—Captain Marvel was his friend, possessing the immense power to travel across Zhou. She was currently maintaining peace in distant star systems.

Whenever he encountered a crisis he could not resolve, all he had to do was press the pager in his hand to summon Captain Marvel for rescue.

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

Coulson spoke with an unprecedented seriousness. "This is Superman, Director."