White House, Oval Office.
After finishing a busy day of work, the President left the chair that symbolized national power.
He pinched the bridge of his nose, took off his glasses, and stood on the carpet embroidered with White-headed Eagle.
After a few seconds, it seemed like some kind of switch was activated.
The ground shook slightly and descended slowly.
The President is standing on a metal lifting platform, surrounded by darkness and unable to see his fingers.
As he arrived, several laser beams enveloped him for scanning and confirmation.
"Welcome back."
The monotonous mechanical sound sounded quietly, and the sensor lights in the underground space were turned on one by one.
This is a building layout similar to a military base, with wide spaces and cold colors.
Nutrition cabins as tall as a person stand on both walls, two-thirds filled with light green liquid.
The naked human body is soaked in it, like a specimen in formalin.
The President seemed oblivious and continued to walk forward, passing through two thick alloy doors and entering a room.
He sat on the metal chair, picked up the translucent helmet on his right that was connected to many tubes, and put it on.
"Start transmission."
The President's eyes suddenly became empty, and his whole person seemed to have become a puppet, losing his self-awareness.
"Business as usual. Continue to accelerate the pace of the Cold War, limit the scope of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s power, and keep an eye on Howard-Stark."
The monotonous mechanical sound reads the President's brain memory and then issues instructions.
"He is a very key figure! Iron Man, one of the founders of the future formation of Avengers, is the son of Howard."
"This guy is an out-and-out world-class genius. We need to stay vigilant. It's best to erase it when necessary."
"There is also Tesseract, which is one of the six Infinity Stone and is also an important bargaining chip that Hydra desperately wants to get."
"..."
The monotonous mechanical voice issued instructions one after another.
The whole process, like repeater-style hypnosis, lasted about two hours.
"Okay."
The President took off the helmet and left the room.
During this period, he showed no expression, just like a programmed robot, he took the elevator back to Oval Office.
"Regarding Howard-Stark, I have sent killers to prepare to eliminate this guy who may pose a threat."
A tall man with a diamond-shaped gem on his forehead appeared in the underground laboratory.
"I have said many times that important plot characters like Howard-Stark must not be solved casually. It will only cause worse trouble."
There was a hint of irritation in the monotonous mechanical sound.
"It's like if Hydra knew the ending of World War II, then traveled to the past and tried to kill Captain America and Superman."
"Unless you make careful plans and eliminate all factors that may lead to failure, you will always face failure."
"Because they are the 'protagonists' of this story, goddess of luck always favors them."
"Nathaniel-Essex, I am an absolute expert in this area."
Mister Sinister raised his eyebrows, a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and joked, "Sir Conqueror Kang, how did you, who is so smart and wise, fall to this point and become a living specimen soaked in formalin?"
Following his line of sight, there was a complete human brain in a transparent glass jar.
That is Conqueror Kang.
He should have died long ago.
The whole person was cut off at the waist by Heat Vision, and the lower body was turned into flesh.
In just a few seconds, all life will be lost.
The reason why I can still speak and "alive" is thanks to Nathaniel-Essex.
Mister Sinister, who ended up slightly better than Conqueror Kang - Alpha-Level Mutant had half of his body shattered by Superman and barely managed to survive.
He took out the latter's head and put it into a nutrition cabin. His consciousness was connected to a high-tech computer from the future, becoming a virtual life similar to Artificial Intelligence.
"Because something is very wrong with this world!"
Mister Sinister's ridicule evoked Conqueror Kang's sadness.
"Superman... never existed! At least in the many timelines I have conquered, I have never heard of his story!"
"That terrifyingly powerful guy, he's like an actor who ran into the wrong set!"
"While adding drama to myself, I also made the original story into a mess!"
The conqueror was very upset, like a player who failed to clear the game and was ridiculed.
"Okay, stop talking."
The smile on Mister Sinister's face froze. He didn't want to hear Superman know anything about the other party.
Every time I mention that young Lieutenant General, S.H.I.E.L.D. long, half of my body feels a dull pain.
The feeling of despair with death hanging over your head and no room for resistance is really hard to relive and remember.
"Anyway, he has... disappeared."
Mister Sinister said this.
It seemed like he was comforting Conqueror Kang, and also like he was talking to himself.
Superman, is a nightmare for them.
"We must be prepared to take precautions and not take it lightly."
Conqueror Kang, who only had one brain left, reminded.
"Although, Superman was inadvertently taken away from this universe by my time and space transmission device."
"But no one knows where he went or whether he will come back."
Mister Sinister frowned slightly, feeling a little unhappy.
He felt that Conqueror Kang was not allowed to pick up the pot, so he had to cause trouble for himself.
There are so many universes and countless time and space, how can Superman come back!
"Don't worry, we control the president, which means we have a lot of resources."
For the sake of still needing Conqueror Kang's intelligence information and future technology, Mister Sinister remained patient.
"Essex Corporation is supported by the government and is developing very fast. As long as I can completely control Mutants, I can put S.H.I.E.L.D. in the gene pool of Lake Arkalia."
"At that time, I will not only be able to break through Alpha's level restrictions, but also enter a higher level of ability use."
"You can also use the genes of Mutants to create a huge and invincible army."
"Just like Apocalypse, transform into a god and conquer the whole world."
Mister Sinister is like an old general on the stage, with flags behind his back.
Superman After leaving this universe, he cultivated his health and healed his injuries.
While working with Conqueror Kang, he brainwashed the president and established Essex Bio-Tech.
With the help of the future technology mastered by the latter, Mister Sinister's cloning technology has achieved further breakthroughs.
It has been possible to produce clones in large quantities according to the template of Super Soldier.
Such technology attracted the attention of Hydra.
Both sides are villains and have the same enemies.
So we hit it off immediately and each got what they needed.
In Mister Sinister's view, everything is on track and moving forward steadily.
He didn't want anyone to disturb him and interrupt the process.
"By the way, it's not just Howard-Stark, but also Captain America, Nick-Fury... they are all key figures."
Conqueror Kang added.
"If you want to eliminate instability, it's better to do it once and for all."
Mister Sinister nodded, indicating that he understood.
The assassination of Howard-Stark is just an appetizer.
What is served later is the main meal.
Boom boom! Boom boom boom!
Several spherical lightnings containing high-temperature energy evaporated the killer who appeared next into a ball of coke.
"This one should be gone."
Captain America wiped the non-existent sweat on his forehead, turned to Howard and said.
That car, like Wuling Hongguang, had unlimited space, and ten people got off in batches.
It's like a small base where troops are constantly being blasted.
"I am now doubting whether it is a car or... an unusual car."
Howard raised his chin, signaling Captain America to take the lead and go to explore the reality.
The latter had no objections and was holding the iconic Vibranium shield in his right hand to prevent accidents like explosions.
Tear!
Pulling open the car door with his bare hands, Rogers saw a silver-white computer with a sci-fi appearance inside.
Several red and green lines connect ten culture bottles. All you need to do is follow the established procedures for ripening and growth.
"It's Essex Bio-Tech's technology."
Rogers is not surprised. He has seen the same Clone Warriors in Soviet Union and Hydra.
Those killers with empty eyes and no emotions are continuously delivered according to the programmed genetic template, like batch products on the assembly line.
"This kind of biotechnology is at least more than a century ahead of the current situation!"
Howard took a few glances and made a judgment.
He has always regarded the recently rising Essex Bio-Tech as a replica of "Hammer Industries" that relies on government support and personal connections.
But when I saw those cutting-edge technologies such as culture bottles, gene editing, and overdraft ripening, I couldn't help but be shocked.
This is not something that can be researched casually!
"I've seen something similar like Clone Warriors."
Rogers said in a deep voice.
"When I learned that Superman disappeared, I prepared to come back as soon as possible, but on the way back, I encountered a large-scale attack."
Howard's eyes were slightly stern, and he felt that there was a big net covering him.
Not only himself, but anyone or anything related to Superman or that may threaten the other party will be erased.
"I found similar numbers on some Clone Warriors. They were all produced by Essex Corporation."
Rogers continued.
He took Howling Commandos on a long-term reconnaissance and gained some secret information.
"Hydra has close ties with this company, and the person at the helm of Essex, also known as Nathaniel, has always been reclusive and kept a low profile."
"However, according to my investigation, this person has close contact with White House."
"By connecting these clues together, we can come up with a complete network of relationships."
After hearing Captain America's analysis, Howard nodded slightly, which was completely consistent with his guess.
"I also have some... more exciting information that I want to share with you."
He touched his moustache and said in a deep voice.
The president may be an impersonator from the future, Superman left this universe...
Compared to the above, these two messages may be more difficult to digest.
If it were not for his good psychological quality and strong acceptance ability, Captain America would definitely think that Howard was crazy for telling such outrageous "truths".
"Let's go to my house first. By the way, are you the one who comes to the door this afternoon?"
Captain America nodded and followed the clues. After finding out the prototype of Black Hand behind the scenes, he wanted to contact Howard.
In Luke's absence, the only one who is trustworthy and can help is probably the latter.
Howard got into the intact car and planned to go to Long Island's villa.
His Iron Monger Powered Armor is placed there. If Essex Bio-Tech launches a second round of attacks, his Prototype Machine No. 1 will definitely give the opponent a surprise.
"Did you gain anything from Soviet Union? I mean, about Barnes."
While driving, Howard took the initiative to find a topic.
He heard Luke say that Captain America and Bucky have a deep relationship and a deep friendship.
Knowing that the latter might be in Soviet Union and fall into the hands of Leviathan, Rogers, who was originally considering retirement, did not hesitate to abandon his girlfriend who was in love and sneaked into Moscow with Howling Commandos.
This kind of friendship makes Howard sometimes make excessive assumptions.
"We stayed in Moscow for two months. We bumped into Red Room's agents and were almost killed by them."
Rogers recalled the days when he was anonymous, changed his identity, and lurked in Moscow.
"It is said that Red Room is a secret organization of Leviathan that specializes in training spies, agents, and assassins."
"They took in many war orphans and taught them etiquette, culture, dance and other skills to help them get into the upper class in the future."
"Of course, shooting, interrogation, counter-interrogation and close combat... these are also compulsory courses."
"Everyone is a tool there. The best one will get the title of 'Black Widow'."
Rogers paused, and the image of a blond woman appeared in his mind.
"I bumped into a Black Widow, and it was not easy to escape the trap with Howling Commandos."
Howard raised his eyebrows. He has always been very sexually interested in female spies and agents.
In Luke terms, it means eating the sugar coating and hitting the cannonball back.
"Bucky has indeed fallen into the clutches of Leviathan, and he has a new name, Winter Soldier."
Speaking of good gay friends, Rogers's tone is a bit complicated.
"It's a shame I couldn't bring him back."
"The existence of Bucky and his action plan are confidential in Leviathan and I have no access to it."
"Coupled with the accident that happened to Luke and his sudden disappearance, I can only give up the idea of rescuing him temporarily."
Howard was silent for a moment. The top priority was to determine the whereabouts of Superman and then bring him back.
As long as there are Luke, S.H.I.E.L.D., and him and Captain America, even the Cold War competition between the two superpowers, all crises can be easily resolved.
This is the status of Superman!
A weight enough to change the world situation!
"Arrived."
The car drove straight in and stopped at the entrance of Long Island villa.
"Jarvis shouldn't be sleeping yet."
Howard got out of the car and raised his hand to look at the time.
His personal butler would usually be busy until after twelve o'clock and finish handling everything before going to bed to rest.
"If you are hungry, you can ask him to make a sandwich or something."
Captain America held his stomach, he was indeed a little hungry.
As a Battleship-class soldier, the energy you consume also needs to be replenished.
"Wait! Something's wrong!"
Howard opened the door and saw the lights on in the living room, but the housekeeper Jarvis did not come to greet her.
This is very abnormal behavior.
His butler has always been dedicated to his duties.
From personal etiquette to work ability, there is no fault at all.
Every time, as long as Howard comes home, the other party will definitely stand at the door.
"It may be dangerous..."
Howard steps lightly, Captain America walks in front, holding up Vibranium shield.
The two of them tiptoed and slowly entered the living room.
They saw a man sitting on the dining table, taller than Jarvis.
"I said, shouldn't you be more excited to see old friends again?"
A familiar voice suddenly sounded, startling the two nervous people.
The man at the table turned around with a smile on his face.