#444 - Homecoming

A super being whose strength far surpasses Hyperion is definitely not good news for humanity, especially considering that, based on current information, they seem to be more inclined towards mutants.

The shocking news kept hitting Howard one after another, giving this influential figure in the business world quite a headache. After all, compared to those big shots in the government, entrepreneurs are still not quite up to par.

To become an entrepreneur of Howard's caliber, and to become number one in the world within ten years, Stark Industries' smooth rise to become a leading global enterprise is inseparable from the military's support.

This has its pros and cons. The good thing is that Stark Industries doesn't have to worry about interference from the outside world. As long as Howard doesn't run out of ideas, he can continue to live under the official protection.

And Howard is confident that he can continue to be valued by the military. Although he may not be the best in the world in some aspects, such as his boss's good son-in-law, Bruce Banner, who is a genius in many ways superior to him, no one in the world is Howard's match when it comes to weapons research.

There may be some brilliant talents who occasionally come up with a small gadget with considerable power, trying to threaten Howard's position in front of the military, but none of them have succeeded.

Because they all overlooked one thing, and that is how to save money. What the military needs are weapons that can be equipped to all soldiers or units. Those things that are expensive and cannot be mass-produced cannot catch the eyes of the big shots.

Okay, we've talked about the good. Now let's talk about the bad. Getting on the military's big tree doesn't just bring benefits. You also have to work for the military. Simply designing a few sets of weapons is not enough. After all, no matter how powerful firearms are, they are really not enough when facing certain superhumans.

You have to fight magic with magic. Although the government has recruited some superhero teams, those ordinary people from the private sector really can't reassure those big shots.

So the Super Soldier Program was put on the agenda. Not the ordinary stuff like Captain America in World War II, but a real weapon of war that could rival Hyperion.

This is also why the government is secretly capturing and researching mutants. This plan has been in place for five years, but the most successful case so far is still the old antique Captain America from World War II.

However, because this plan was a top secret at the time, in order to prevent it from being stolen by the Nazis, all the information was stored in the brain of Dr. Abraham Erskine, the scientist who invented the super serum at the time. And Dr. Erskine was killed by a Nazi spy, so no information about the super soldier serum was leaked.

And Captain America is still a virgin. He didn't leave any bloodline before going to the battlefield, so it's impossible to deduce the serum based on the offspring after his death.

In recent years, Howard knows of no less than a hundred failed cases, and these are all human experiments. At such a juncture, a super being with an unclear attitude towards humans appears. I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse.

Forget it, Howard sighed. Let the big shots above worry about these problems. He just needs to execute orders. Carefully maneuvering in this vortex has already exhausted him.

"Hyperion," Howard rubbed his temples. "Go back and tell your father what happened today. I think he should want to know what happened today."

"I won't hide anything," Hyperion said solemnly. Even without Howard's reminder, he would truthfully tell his father about today's events afterward, even if he was reprimanded by the other party. After all, he is not someone who likes to hide mistakes.

Afterward, Howard gave a few more instructions to the members of the Squadron Supreme, telling them that since they were injured, they should not go out on missions for the next two days, and then let Strange take him away.

There was no way. Who told him he wasn't wearing armor? In front of Magneto, all of Howard's current armors are just bright iron coffins. It's better to come openly and honestly, showing that he is sincere.

After Howard left, Hyperion also bid farewell to his teammates and left first. It was already late, and his father was a busy man, with a lot of affairs to handle every day, but he would definitely come home for dinner, and he had to take this time to report to him.

With Hyperion's speed, he quickly flew back home. It was a manor of moderate size, with a courtyard where the owners could freely play with their pet dogs, but not enough for an upper-class golf course.

Landing slowly in front of the gate outside the courtyard, a security guard stationed at the gate was the first to spot Hyperion, and then respectfully opened the gate.

"Welcome back, Master Mark," looking at the other party's standard military salute and sword-like straight posture, Hyperion couldn't help but smile after seeing him.

"Glenn? Why are you guarding the door today? Where's old Billy?"

"Old Billy's granddaughter came to see him. The general specially gave him two days off. I wasn't comfortable with anyone else, so I came to cover for old Billy for two days." Glenn also smiled after saluting.

"Since you're here, that means father is back. He's in the study, right?" Hyperion asked.

"Yes, young master, the general is in the study. He also told me to have you go to him when you get back," Glenn replied respectfully.

In fact, Hyperion could see where his father was with his X-ray vision, but that would seem a little impersonal. Although it would waste some time, Hyperion felt that these exchanges were still necessary.

Because he didn't want to be Hyperion all the time. After returning home, he wanted to be an ordinary person even more.

After saying goodbye to Glenn, Hyperion first went to his room to change into a clean set of clothes, and then skillfully walked to the study inside the house. After knocking respectfully, a dignified voice sounded from inside the room.

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"Come in."

Hyperion pushed the door open and only saw a middle-aged man with graying temples, but a dignified face and a tall figure, looking down at various documents on the table.

"You're a little late coming back today? Did you encounter something tricky?" The middle-aged man put down the documents in his hand and looked up at Hyperion.

Hyperion was about to speak, but he heard a slight footstep behind him. After seeing his father's helpless expression, he immediately understood what was about to happen.

"Wow!" A graceful body pounced on Hyperion's back. Hyperion skillfully adjusted his posture and carried the girl who attacked him from behind on his shoulders.

"You really scared me this time, Betty," Hyperion said with a smile.