Because of Luke's existence, the butterfly flapped its wings vigorously, triggering many unexpected and strange changes.

  For example, Captain America didn't fall into the glacier and fell asleep.

  Or, the first generation of Iron Man was Howard Stark, not his son.

  On the spur of the moment, Luke had the idea to find something for Howard to do.

  However, any concept and design that stayed on paper was a perfectly viable plan for a genius like the latter.

  Therefore, Howard developed the first series of armor as early as Superman went to Earth-199999.

  The model of the first-generation armor was similar to the Iron Monger from Obadiah Stane, which looked silly with its dark and thick power deterrent armor but gave a sense of strength and security.

  It was his secret weapon, placed in the basement of Stark's mansion.

  This set of portable mechanical exoskeleton was developed some time ago, which was used to cope with any kind of critical situation.

  He didn't expect it to come in handy so soon!

  Howard was wearing something like a steel coat. His arms, waist, legs, chest, and head were covered with hard metal-like bones.

  "Oh, Jarvis, it's nothing. A little accident happened."

  He picked up the mobile phone in the back seat and said lightly.

  After easily solving the killer with one punch, Howard fully understood what it was like to have strength.

  This was a refreshing experience that couldn't be experienced by crushing others with your mind and wealth.

  "It's hard to imagine how intensely satisfying it would be to become a Superman like Luke."

  Howard muttered in a low voice.

  Male creatures would always yearn for the most primitive and pure strength.

  "By the way, I have to call S.H.I.E.L.D. to clean up the scene… if I had known, I would have left him alive. I could have given him to Nick Fury and see if he could pull out any useful information."

  For the first time in his life, he fought with someone and killed them. Howard didn't overreact.

  He was an arms dealer specializing in death and mayhem.

  He was used to seeing broken limbs and blood flowing everywhere.

  He already had psychological immunity towards corpses.

  "Howard Stark. Confirmed, target alive. Continue the mission."

  When the first Iron Man was satisfied, two more people came out of the car that blocked the way.

  They wore the same combat uniform with a bulletproof vest over it, along with a half-cover mask and tactical goggles.

  "Were you hiding in the trunk?"

  Howard spatted.

  'Where did these two guys hide?'

  'I can't believe I didn't see them.'

  "Who sent you? Hydra? The White House? The Soviet Union?"

  For a while, many possibilities popped up in Howard's head.

  As a scientific research consultant in S.H.I.E.L.D, a world-class genius and arms tycoon …


  It seemed that there were quite a few major players or other forces that he managed to offend.

  The two figures were silent, holding a Poposha submachine gun in both hands; they directly opened fire.

  They approached step by step, and the dense hail interwoven into a big net enveloped Howard.

  "Not even a hello!?"

  The arms of the mechanical exoskeleton were raised as he moved forward against the Ford.

  The tires rubbed black marks on the hard ground, and the special bullet-proof body was riddled with holes.

  "Damn it! I didn't bring my Mark-1 with me! If not…"

  Howard cursed himself. This portable mechanical exoskeleton was a metal extension driven by batteries, and its combat effectiveness depended entirely on the output power of the hydraulic valves.

  In addition, there was an increased power electroshock device at the chest, which could release a high voltage current.

  However, considering the energy loss, the exoskeleton would enter the standby state after being used twice.

  Facing the fierce suppression of firepower, he was a bit overwhelmed.

  'I have to wait for a chance. '

  Howard calmly made a decision.

  The hydraulic valves of the two mechanical arms opened and twisted to provide a powerful force.

  With a jerk, he directly overturned the Ford.

  Then, he kicked it hard.

  The heavy body rolled several times and exploded with a bang!

  Flames spewing out, setting off a violent wave of air!

  "Still alive? This is a super soldier, right?"

  Howard, who was repeatedly targeted, was shocked to see two figures crossing the blazing car wreck.

  The opponent dropped the submachine gun in their hands and drew tactical daggers from their waist.

  From beginning to the end, these assassins barely said a word, like machines with no emotions.

  "Hand-to-hand?"

  Howard was overjoyed to see that there was no hot weapon's fire to suppress him.

  The two legs stepped apart, like a rampaging mammoth galloping away, trampling on the ground.

  An iron fist blasted straight out!

  Crack!

  One of the assassins didn't dodge, two hands were interlocked, and he evaded.

  His arm was nearly shattered and fractured, but he didn't show any traces of pain.

  Instead, he caught Howard by surprise and raised his knee upward, slamming it into Howard's abdomen, which wasn't covered with metal.

  Ugh!

  The intense pain, and muscle spasms, almost made Howard vomit out his stomach acid.

  The other assassin came around behind him with tacit understanding.

  A forceful neck lock position from the man forcefully stopped Howard's ability to move.

  The latter wasn't a trained special soldier and lacked actual combat experience.

  After being caught inadvertently for a while, his shortcomings were exposed.

  Zi zi! Zi zi zi!

  Howard's brain turned quickly and decisively started the electroshock device in his chest.

  The blue arc light kept jumping and suddenly released.

  The assassin, who went around behind him and locked his neck, instantly gave off the unpleasant smell of being cooked and burnt.

  However, the other party was also a ruthless person. As that happened, he still didn't let go.

  Bang!

  The assassin, who wasn't affected by the high voltage current, punched Howard in the chest. The powerful force destroyed the battery.

  Those cold, hollow eyes stared at the target, and the tactical dagger held in his right hand struck his throat.

  Clang!

  The sound of metal crashing pierced people's eardrums.

  Howard, who felt death coming, opened his eyes and saw that a round shield had hit the killer accurately. The copious power of the high-speed rotation knocked the other person out.

  The shield then flew around in a completely unscientific trajectory and returned to its owner's hand.

  A tall, strong, and handsome man slowly walked onto the battlefield.

  "Long time no see, Howard."

  The man greeted with a smile.

  "Captain Rogers!"

  Howard was surprised.

  He tried to contact Captain America the first hour after Superman's disappearance but was unsuccessful.

  Steve Rogers, who was looking for Bucky, went to the Soviet Union with members of the Howling Commandos and soon broke off his regular contact with S.H.I.E.L.D.

  The sudden reunion of old friends was a bit of a surprise for Howard.

  Despite the darkness of the night and the blurred vision, those two strong pectoral muscles, and the upright eye-catching American's ass, were so obvious that they couldn't be faked.

  This was Captain America!

  Boom!

  The killer with the bent right arm was still about to charge.

  Captain America's eyes were blazing white. The terrifying energy, like spherical lightning, hit his opponent.

  Flesh and blood shattered in an instant!

  The high temperature evaporated everything without leaving a single trace!

  "I'm sorry, I heard the news of Luke's disappearance, and I should have come back sooner. But halfway through … a little accident happened."

  Rogers came over with an apologetic look on his face.

  He dismantled the mechanical exoskeleton that lost its power with his bare hands and rescued Howard.

  "What is going on? Where is … Luke?"

  On hearing Captain America's question, Howard smiled bitterly, "It's a long story. I also want to know where that guy went."

  The door of the car opened again while the two were catching up.

  Two more killers came out!

  "Does this car have infinite space?"

  Howard's eyes widened. Five people already came out of there!

  "They … are Essex's clone fighters."

  Rogers, seemingly unsurprised, took a step forward and stood in front of Howard.

  His eyes sparkled with lightning.

  "I also have a lot of things to tell you, Howard."

  Captain America said in a deep voice.

  "About Bucky, Hydra, and … our President!"