Due to Luke's existence, the butterfly flapped its wings desperately, causing many unexpected and strange changes.

For example, Captain America did not fall into the glacier and fell asleep.

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

This idea was on a whim and planned to find something for Howard.

Any concepts and designs that stay on paper are completely feasible implementation plans for geniuses like the latter.

Therefore, as early as when Superman went to the Earth-199999 universe, Howard developed the first aircraft.

The first generation model is similar to Obadai Stan's Iron Overlord, which is silly, big, black and thick, with a very secure and deterrent power armor.

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

This set of portable mechanical exoskeleton was developed some time ago to deal with critical situations.

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

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

"Oh, Jarvis, nothing happened, a little accident happened."

He picked up the mobile phone that was thrown in the back seat and said calmly.

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

This is the pleasure that cannot be experienced by using your mind and wealth to crush others.

"It's hard to imagine how strong the satisfaction would be to be a superman like Luke."

Howard murmured in a low voice.

Male creatures always yearn for the most primitive and purest power.

"By the way, I have to ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to clean up the floor... I had known that I should have left a living room just now, and I could leave it to Nick Fury to see if I could take out any useful information."

Howard did not react too much when he fought with someone for the first time in his life and beat the other person to death.

He is an arms dealer who specializes in trafficking in death and chaos.

I am used to seeing broken limbs and broken arms, and blood flows through.

I have long been psychologically immune to dead people and corpses.

"Howard Stark, confirm that the target survives and continue to carry out the mission."

Just when the first generation Iron Man was full of pride, two more people walked down the car that blocked the way.

They wore the same combat uniform, with a body armor on the outside, plus a half-covered mask and tactical eyepieces.

"Did you hide in the trunk just now?"

Howard complained.

Where were these two guys hiding before?

I didn't even notice it.

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

For a moment, many possibilities emerged in Howard's head.

As a scientific research consultant of SHIELD, a world-class genius and a military tycoon...

There seem to be many big bosses or other forces he can offend.

The two figures remained silent, holding a Bobosha submachine gun in both hands, and directly fired.

They approached step by step, and the dense rain of bullets intertwined into a big net, covering Howard.

"Not even say hello!"

The mechanical exoskeleton raised his arms and moved forward against the Ford.

The tires rubbed black marks on the hard ground, and the specially made bulletproof body was riddled with holes.

"Damn it! I didn't bring my first plane! Otherwise..."

Howard cursed himself that this portable mechanical exoskeleton is powered by batteries and its combat power depends entirely on the metal arm that outputs power by hydraulic valves.

In addition, there is a power-enhancing shock at the chest that can release high-voltage current.

However, considering the battery energy loss, if used at most twice, the exoskeleton will enter standby state.

Faced with extremely fierce firepower suppression, he was a little unable to deal with it.

“We have to wait for the opportunity.”

Howard made a judgment calmly.

The hydraulic valves of two mechanical arms open and twist, providing powerful power.

He lifted it up and overturned the Ford.

Then, he kicked it hard.

The heavy car rolled a few times and exploded with a bang!

The raging fire gushed out, causing violent waves of air!

"Already alive? This is a super soldier!"

Howard, who had been retreating repeatedly, was shocked when he saw two figures passing over the wreckage of the car that was soaring into the sky.

The opponent threw away the submachine gun in his hand and pulled out the tactical dagger from his waist.

From beginning to end, these killers almost didn't say a word, like a machine that didn't have feelings.

"fight?"

Howard was overjoyed when he saw the firepower suppression without thermal weapons.

The legs spread out, like a mammoth rushing around, trampling on the ground.

A punch was blown straight out!

Click!

A killer did not dodge, his hands were intertwined, and he was able to resist.

His arm was almost comminuted, but there was no trace of pain.

Instead, he seized the opportunity of Howard's surprise and lost consciousness, raised his knees upwards, and hit his abdomen without metal.

vomit!

The severe pain and spasm of the muscles almost made Howard vomit out all his stomach acid.

Another killer walked around behind him with a tacit understanding.

Using a strong man to lock a man's philosophical posture, firmly limit Howard's ability to move.

The latter is not a trained special soldiers and lacks practical experience.

After being captured accidentally for a moment, his shortcomings were exposed.

Sizzle! Sizzle!

Howard's brain turned rapidly and decisively activated the electric shock in his chest.

The blue arc light jumped and suddenly released.

The killer who walked around the strong man behind him instantly exuded an unpleasant smell of roasting and burning.

However, the other party was also a ruthless person, and even so he did not let go.

Bang!

The killer who was not affected by high voltage current hit Howard's chest with one punch, destroying the battery with powerful force.

Those cold, empty eyes stared at the target person, and the tactical dagger held in his right hand slashed towards his throat.

clang!

The sound of metal collision that breaks the eardrum.

Howard, who felt the god of death, opened his eyes and saw a round shield hit the killer accurately. The powerful force of spinning at high speed directly knocked the opponent out.

Then, the shield circled in a completely unscientific flight trajectory and flew back to the master's hand again.

A tall, strong and handsome man slowly walked into 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 time after Superman disappeared, but failed.

After Steve Rogers, who was looking for Bucky, went to the Soviet Union with members of the Roaring Commando, he broke off his fixed contact with S.H.E.L.D.
To be continued...