Chapter 26 This is Superman!
The figure in the sky stood silently for a long time.
The sea of fire that covered the mountains below had been blown out by him, and the scattered flames were now as sparse as the stars in the sky.
However, Lyon followed the principles of forest fire prevention, checked again carefully, and put out all the remaining sparks one by one.
Then he looked down at the Ten Rings Gang base that had been razed to the ground, and looked around leisurely.
However, in the eyes of the middle-aged reporter, those actions were like those of a righteous superman, making sure that he did not let any criminal go.
"The damn Ten Rings Gang has done all kinds of evil, but now it's good! Superman is here, and we have hope! Superman is here, and we will have peace!"
At this moment, the middle-aged man felt that the figure in the air was as majestic as a god.
His body trembled unconsciously, and there was a sense of pleasure in revenge in his eyes, but more of it was expectation and hope.
"It must be like this, he is here to help us! To save us!"
"He is a messenger sent by Allah... No, he is Allah on earth, the reincarnation of God!"
He was so excited that he cried with joy. His weak legs made him kneel on the ground and he bent over and cried bitterly.
"Everything is going to be alright! It's finally going to be over!"
"Superman is here... Oh, Superman! I want to tell Superman that the Ten Rings still have many bases in this land!"
The middle-aged man suddenly thought of something, and he crawled and rolled onto a tree trunk to stand up, wanting to shout for Superman.
However, when he looked up, the clothes as blue as the ocean and the cloak fluttering like hot blood were right in front of him.
"Superman!" The middle-aged reporter was shocked. Superman stood in front of him without him knowing.
"Thank you for your compliment just now, but I am not Allah, I am just a person who sees injustice."
Superman smiled and said, "What's your name? You're very brave to risk your life to film near a terrorist organization. You're a hero worthy of admiration!"
"No, no, no! I'm just an ordinary person, you are our hero!"
The middle-aged reporter was so excited by the praise that his face flushed. "My name is Hafizullah Abdullah. Thank you so much for saving me just now! I, I, I..."
At such a close distance, he could finally see Superman's appearance clearly.
Those deep black eyes are as charming as the graceful night.
His face was carved with a knife and an axe, and every line was so tough and handsome.
This is simply a perfect man!
How could such a perfect person not be a god who came to the world to save all living beings?
Abdullah can 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 wasn't a girl, he would still have this dream!
"Don't be nervous, Abdullah. I came to you hoping you could do me a favor."
Leon felt that there was something inexplicably strange in the eyes of the reporter in front of him, which made his back tighten.
He hurriedly told his intention: "You should have taken a picture of what I did in the Ten Rings Gang camp just now, right?"
"Yes, that's right!" Abdullah was a little flustered, and immediately held the camera in both hands and handed it over, "Please forgive me for taking pictures without permission, please take back the..."
“That’s not what I meant!” Leon pushed the camera back. “I want you to go back and release these videos in front of the media!”
"In your own name, of course!"
"Just say that you took this secretly shot at the risk of your life, and tell other media outlets for me - tell all foreign troops on this land to leave immediately and give up the invasion!"
Abdullah's eyes widened: "Are you going to declare war on the United States?!"
"It's not a declaration of war, but a post-war declaration." Leon turned around, leaving a profile.
With one final nod to the reporter, he lifted his feet off the ground and flew into the clouds.
"Goodbye, I will remember you, a brave hero!"
Abdullah stared blankly at the figure disappearing into the night sky and unconsciously made a prayer gesture: "Superman is above! He is simply the perfect Holy Spirit, the God of salvation. He has a pair of... Wait, I, I seem to have forgotten what he looks like?"
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"Jarvis, send all the battle footage to Tony."
On the other hand, Leon had no idea how much of an impression he had left on the middle-aged reporter.
He was only thinking about Tony: "Also, if he hasn't gotten up yet, provide a wake-up call."
"Okay, Master Leon, I'll transmit the image data back to Los Angeles right away." Jarvis did as he was told.
"I believe Tony will like my gift." Leon determined his next target in the clouds.
"Before you act, check the local time for me, Jarvis."
"Okay, it's 9:47 PM local time."
"Then work harder and try to finish off all the Ten Rings bases before eleven o'clock, and then go to the Eagle's base."
"Master Leon, are you going to attack the American base? Do you need me to inform Mr. Stark in advance?"
"No need to tell him! As a taxpayer, I feel it is my duty to refuse those rednecks from using my money to do bad things and to rectify the mess!"
"Besides, I should build up some reputation first, so that it will be more logical for me to stand up and destroy Hydra later!"
"You are very considerate."
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The other side of the ocean.
SHIELD.
"Chief, I think you need to take a look at this!" The half-bald middle-aged agent placed a tablet in front of his boss, and the usually kind expression on his face became very serious.
And that boss.
A bald, one-eyed black man sitting behind a white lacquered desk.
After hearing the sound, he slowly turned his chair and looked back.
He was looking at the scenery outside the window before, leaving only a cold back view to his subordinates who came in, appearing mysterious and unpredictable.
At this moment, the one-eyed black man who was called the director nodded calmly with a cold expression: "Well, Coulson, what's the news?"
"The largest Ten Rings base in Afghanistan has been destroyed, Chief Fury!"
"Oh, who did it?" Nick Fury glanced down nonchalantly, and his unfathomable expression suddenly collapsed.
"What the hell!?"
He stood up suddenly, eyes wide open, and watched the satellite images on the tablet computer. A cool and arrogant man was casually dealing with the grenades in the sky with a heat ray.
"What the hell is this?"
"Chief, there's more to come!" Coulson clicked the screen to fast forward.
Soon the progress bar dragged to the second half.
Nick Fury watched in a daze as Leon withstood the Jericho missile and calmed down the aftermath of the explosion without any harm.
His mind was suddenly filled with exclamation marks and question marks.
When did such an awesome person appear on earth? Why didn't he know about it?
"Who is this? Have you found out the results of your investigation?"
Nick Fury subconsciously wanted to take out the pager he used to contact Captain Marvel.
——Captain Marvel is his good friend who has the power to travel through the universe and is now maintaining cosmic peace in outer galaxies.
When he encounters a crisis that he cannot solve, he only needs to press the pager in his hand to call Captain Marvel for rescue.
And now the man in the video gave him a sense of crisis that made him want to press the pager urgently.
Coulson said with unprecedented seriousness: "This is Superman! Director."
