Chapter 26 This Is Superman!

The figure high in the sky stood silently for a long time.

The sea of ​​​​fire all over the mountains and plains below has been blown out by him. At this time, the sporadic firelight is as sparse as the starlight in the sky.

However, Leon followed the principles of forest fire prevention and checked carefully again, extinguishing all remaining sparks one by one.

Then he looked down at the base of the Ten Rings Gang that had been razed to the ground at his feet, and looked around leisurely.

However, in the eyes of the middle-aged reporter, those actions were like a righteous superman, making sure that he did not let any criminals go.

"The damn Ten Commandments Gang does all kinds of evil, now it's better! Superman is here, we have hope! Superman is here, we want peace!"

At this moment, the middle-aged man felt that the figure in the sky was as majestic as a god.

His body trembled unconsciously, and there was the pleasure of revenge in his eyes, but more importantly, there was expectation and hope.

"It must be like this, he is here to help us! He is here to save us!"

"He is a messenger sent by Allah... No, he is Allah in this world, the reincarnation of Allah!"

He was so excited that he cried with joy. His legs became weak and he knelt directly on the ground. He leaned over and cried bitterly.

"Everything is going to be okay! It's finally going to be over!"

"Superman, by the way, Superman! I want to tell Superman that the Ten Rings Gang still has many bases on this land!"

The middle-aged man thought of something and climbed up and down, pulling on the tree trunk next to him and standing up, wanting to shout for Superman.

However, when he looked up, the clothes as blue as the ocean and the cloak fluttering like blood were right in front of him.

"Superman!" The middle-aged reporter was shocked. Superman stood in front of him at some point.

"Thank you for the compliment just now, but I am not God, I am just a person who sees injustice on the road."

Superman smiled and said, "What's your name? You risked your life to shoot near a terrorist organization. You are brave and 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 turned red: "I, my name is Hafizullah Abdullah. Thank you 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.

The face is carved with a knife and an axe, and every line is so tough and handsome.

This is simply a perfect man!

How could such a perfect person not be a god who came to earth to save all sentient beings?

Abdullah can guarantee that if he were a girl, he would dream of this Superman every night in his life.

No, even if he is not a girl, he will still dream about it!

"Don't be nervous, Abdullah. I'm looking for you because I hope you can do me a favor."

Leon felt something strange in the reporter's eyes, which made his back tighten.

He hurriedly expressed his intention: "You should have just photographed what I did in the Ten Rings Gang camp, right?"

"Yes, that's right!" Abdullah was a little flustered, and immediately held the camera in both hands and handed it out, "Please forgive me for taking unauthorized pictures, please take back what's inside..."

"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!"

"Of course, in your own name!"

"Just say that this is a picture you secretly captured at the risk of your own death, and tell other media for me - let all foreign troops in this land 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 a 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!"

On the spot, Abdullah stared blankly at the figure disappearing into the night sky, and unconsciously made a prayer gesture: "Superman! He is simply the perfect Holy Spirit, the god of salvation. He has a pair of... Wait, I , I seem to have forgotten his appearance?”

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"Jarvis, send all those battle scenes to Tony."

On the other side, Leon had no idea how deep an impression he had left on the middle-aged reporter.

He only thought about Tony: "Also, if he hasn't gotten up yet, please provide wake-up service."

"Okay, Master Lyon, I will send the image data back to Los Angeles." Jarvis did as he was told.

"I believe Tony will like my gift." Leon determined the next target in the clouds.

"Before you act, check the local time for me, Jarvis."

"Okay, it's nine forty-seven at night local time."

"Then work harder and try to finish all the Ten Rings Gang bases before eleven o'clock, and then go to the Eagle's base."

"Master Lyon, are you going to take action against the American base? Do you need me to inform Mr. Stark in advance?"

"No need to tell him! As a taxpayer, I refuse to allow those red necks above to do bad things with my money and correct the chaos. I think it is just and right!"

"Besides, I'm going to build some reputation now, and when I stand up to destroy Hydra later, it will be more logical!"

"You are so considerate."

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The other side of the ocean.

S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Director, I think you need to see this!" The half-bald middle-aged agent put a tablet in front of his boss, and his always kind expression became very serious.

And that boss.

A bald one-eyed black man sitting behind a white painted desk.

After hearing the voice, he slowly turned his chair and looked back.

He was looking at the scenery outside the window before, leaving only a cold back to his subordinates who came in, which seemed mysterious.

At this moment, the one-eyed black man called the director nodded lightly with a cold expression: "Well, Coulson, what's the news?"

"The largest Ten Rings base in Afghanistan has been destroyed, Director Fury!"

"Oh, who did it?" Nick Fury glanced down carelessly, and his unfathomable expression suddenly collapsed.

"Fuck!?"

He stood up suddenly, wide-eyed, and looked at the satellite picture played on the tablet computer. A cool and arrogant man used a heat ray to easily solve the grenades in the sky.

"What the hell is this?"

"Director, there's more!" Coulson clicked the screen to fast forward.

Soon the progress bar dragged to the second half.

Nick Fury watched dully the scene of Leon resisting the Jericho missile and calming the aftermath of the explosion without any injury.

His mind was filled with exclamation marks and question marks for a while.

When did such an awesome person appear on Earth? Why didn't he know?

"Who is this? Have you found out the result?"

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 the outer galaxy.

When he encounters a crisis that cannot be solved, 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."

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