Chapter 441 The Fairness and Beauty of Absolute Judgment
Facing the leader of all white magic users on Earth, even Magneto couldn't help but feel troublesome, because no one yet knew the extent of the Sorcerer Supreme's power.
However, based on the strength shown by those mages currently known, the Sorcerer Supreme probably wouldn't be too weak either. As the saying goes, the unknown is the scariest thing. Facing an uncertain enemy, Magneto decided to observe for a while.
After all, although he himself was confident that he could retreat unscathed from these people's siege, it would be uncertain if he wanted to take Cyclops and the others with him.
Facing Magneto's question, Doctor Strange took the lead and said, "You've caused such a big commotion, we definitely have to come and see. After all, if I didn't come, I estimate you might have destroyed New York."
Howard then said, "You should know, Magneto, the reason why the government agreed to you building a floating island near New York Harbor is because you resolved the 616 incident. They think you are different from Professor X, that you are a mutant leader who can communicate and is not so radical."
"If those politicians knew what you just said, they would definitely change their minds, and the living environment for mutants might become even more difficult."
"Are you being sarcastic to me?" Magneto looked at Howard with an unfriendly expression. "Even killing my own friends only gained me a piece of land where I can barely survive. Prejudice in people's hearts is like a mountain. Charles and I spent our entire lives trying to move this mountain, but we couldn't."
Magneto smiled sadly and continued, "Later, Charles went crazy. As for me, I probably went crazy on the day I had to kill him with my own hands. I actually thought about inheriting his ideas and continuing to move that mountain. I wanted to prove him right."
As Magneto spoke, he raised his right hand. As his right hand moved, everyone noticed that the ground beneath their feet began to shake, as if an earthquake had occurred. Then the sunlight disappeared, and a huge shadow enveloped everyone.
Everyone looked up and found a high mountain of unknown origin, floating in the high sky. The one who caused this shocking scene was Magneto, who raised his right hand.
"I can move mountains and seas, and even heaven and earth." Magneto's eyes were calm, as if he was doing a trivial thing. "But I have no way to move the mountain in people's hearts."
After speaking, Magneto, whose back was slightly bent, waved his hand, and let the mountain go back to where it came from.
"I still say the same thing." Magneto straightened his back again. "No one can take away my compatriots. If anyone dares to stop me again, then wait for mutual destruction."
Magneto's crazy performance surprised Howard and Doctor Strange. They didn't expect Magneto to go to this extent for a mutant.
Yang Le was the same. It wasn't that he doubted Magneto's emphasis on his compatriots, but that today's Magneto seemed a little off, much more irritable than usual.
But seeing that other mutants hadn't noticed anything unusual, Yang Le didn't ask any more questions. After all, he wasn't a real mutant, and he hadn't received that level of discrimination. Yang Le estimated that it might be years of resentment coupled with the death of a friend that caused Magneto to be a little overwhelmed.
Anyway, Yang Le felt that he didn't have Magneto's level of mental fortitude. If he had experienced what Magneto had experienced, he would probably immediately start the nine exterminations game.
Now, the two sides were deadlocked here. The mutants could not hand over Illyana. Although Howard didn't say it explicitly, it could be seen that he also advocated taking Illyana back to be sanctioned by law. He was considered to be standing with the Supreme Squadron.
As for Doctor Strange, who was brought by Howard, he didn't seem to want to intervene in this matter. Apart from condemning Magneto for making too much noise, he hadn't said another word, and looked a little absent-minded, looking like an office worker waiting to get off work.
Yang Le thought about it, and continuing to persist like this was very likely to develop into a big fight. At that time, maybe many more superheroes would come. Although Yang Le himself is an ordinary person when he doesn't use the Omnitrix, as a transmigrator, he is still used to stepping back in most cases and look at problems from a third-party perspective.
The problem between mutants and ordinary people actually originates from the X-gene in mutants' bodies. In fact, modern Earthlings in the Marvel universe should all have this gene in their bodies, because mutants are actually left by a Celestial group member in the bodies of a part of humans in ancient times.
After millions of years of reproduction, there should be no humans without the X-gene on Earth now, but only those whose X-gene is "awakened" can become mutants.
This means that only Yang Le, this transmigrator, is a truly pure human in the Marvel universe. However, as long as Yang Le wants to, he can also remove the X-gene of all Earthlings, but he probably won't do this.
If Azmuth were here, he would definitely scold the Celestials for their actions. This kind of inhumane genetic modification is what he hates most. Maybe he would even have a big fight with the Celestials for this.
But those are not things Yang Le should think about now. What he has to do now is to quickly resolve the dispute in front of him. Fortunately, his current Superman identity is a third party, if he had been using the Swampfire identity of the mutant side, he wouldn't even be able to interrupt.
"Stop for a moment." Yang Le flew up and floated between the two sides, making sure everyone's eyes were on him. "It's endless to keep arguing like this."
"You are?" Howard frowned slightly. He had always regarded Yang Le as a new superhero, so he hadn't paid much attention. He never expected Yang Le to stand up at this time.
"My name is Yang Le." Yang Le had to introduce himself again. "I am from Krypton, an alien who grew up in China."
"Kryptonian?" Howard chewed on this unfamiliar term repeatedly, then turned to look at Doctor Strange aside, the meaning was self-evident.
Doctor Strange shook his head, indicating that he had never heard of this race at all.
"Okay then, guest from outer space, I wonder what you want to say?"
Because he hadn't seen Yang Le fighting Hyperion, Howard didn't know Yang Le's strength, but good etiquette still made him maintain goodwill and give the most basic respect to Yang Le, this mysterious stranger.
"Since the law enforcement agencies of humans are not fair, why not establish an organization that can maintain fairness even when facing non-humans?"
(End of this chapter)
Chapter 442 Mutant Nation
A trial institution for superhumans? This is a new thing.
Strange, who originally looked tired, became interested, while Howard remained calm.
"This suggestion has been proposed by many councilors, and the government has also put this matter on the agenda. It is expected that relevant institutions will be established soon."
Howard himself also felt that the current law is not applicable when dealing with some superhumans, sometimes leading to sentences that are too lenient or too severe. The government has actually been paying attention to this matter.
The Supreme Squadron, which possesses law enforcement power, is an attempt by the government. Although the firepower of the police has been improved in recent years, there are still a small number of superhumans and super villains who can override the police and even the army.
A powerful magician once said that magic should be used to defeat magic. Obviously, the government has also considered this point, so after careful consideration, they chose the Supreme Squadron as the first batch of superhero teams to recruit.
"An institution established by you?" Gambit sneered. "Is there any difference from before?"
"Rest assured, the superhumans who are arrested must have made mistakes." Howard frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Gambit's unauthorized interruption.
"Then may I ask, is there a protection law for superhumans?" Yang Le asked with a smile. He had already seen that the shadow of the nation was clearly behind this Iron Ambition. Although there was no obvious intersection between the two sides, he might still be the superior of this Supreme Squadron.
"This..." Howard was stunned. There really wasn't one, because he himself was an ordinary person. So, from Howard's perspective, ordinary people were the weaker side when facing superhumans.
After all, without the protection of armor, Howard would have no capital to contend with superhumans. This was something he had actually experienced in his short hero career, to the point that he had forgotten that the most common superhuman, mutants, nowadays were the oppressed side in the process of contacting ordinary people.
This is because, although there are many mutants, their abilities are mostly uneven. The strong ones, like Magneto, can destroy a nation with a flip of their hand, while the weak ones, when faced with beatings and bullying, will be as powerless as ordinary people.
"So my suggestion is not for you." Yang Le looked at Magneto again. "Why not establish a kingdom that belongs exclusively to mutants? And then have mutants send representatives to jointly establish a law enforcement institution with ordinary people?"
Yang Le had actually thought about this when reading comics before. Since mutants are so unpopular in today's society, why not establish a country exclusively for mutants like the Inhumans?
"If you are afraid that humans will judge too harshly, then let mutants participate in it. If you are afraid that mutants will protect compatriots, then let humans supervise. You can even let various nations publicize the establishment of a Mutant Nation, so that those mutants who yearn for freedom and justice can come to their own nation."
Before Howard could speak, Doctor Spectrum's eyes lit up. He felt that what Yang Le said was really a good method. Not to mention those mutants who committed serious crimes, those mutants who committed minor crimes would have a better place to go. They could choose to send them to the Mutant Nation and not allow them to set foot in the nation of ordinary people again.
This not only saves space and manpower costs in prison, but also to a certain extent cuts off the possibility of them committing crimes again. If any mutant criminal reappears at that time, then it will be the mutants' ineffective supervision, and it will become the responsibility of the mutants.
Magneto lowered his head and said in a deep voice. In fact, he himself had considered Yang Le's suggestion, and had also mentioned it to his good friend Charles Xavier. However, the other party strongly opposed this suggestion. This was because Charles Xavier's idea was to eliminate the gap between mutants and ordinary people. Mutants are also human, and the two should not be separated.
However, the method of establishing a Mutant Nation separates mutants and humans, making the two sides completely opposed. Mutants of their generation may still remember that they are members of human, but what about many generations later? Maybe mutants will really become an independent race.
"Mutants should return to humans." Charles Xavier emphasized to him very seriously at the time. At that time, Magneto only felt that Charles Xavier was too stupid. You regard yourself as human, but the other party regards you as beast.
Later, Charles Xavier, who firmly implemented his own idea, went mad, and he killed him, and then inherited his will, leading mutants for several years with the idea that Magneto himself thought was very stupid. Now, seeing that his idea of many years has made no progress, even Magneto cannot help but feel discouraged.
'Maybe it's time to say goodbye to the past.' Magneto sighed with emotion, and for a moment, he couldn't help but recall in his brain the years he fought for mutants with Charles Xavier.
They cooperated, argued, and worked hard for a common goal. In the end, it was the wise Charles Xavier who died first. They had clearly said when joking together that if it weren't for this powerful strength, Magneto would have died countless times already.
Unexpectedly, it was Charles Xavier, who knew how to advance and retreat and understood the overall situation, who went mad first... Strange?
Magneto couldn't help but frown. What was the reason Charles Xavier went mad? Why couldn't he remember? He shouldn't have forgotten such important things, right? Could it be that there was a deviation in his memory?
Impossible? He clearly remembered Charles Xavier's crazy appearance before he died in his heart. How could he not remember why he went mad?
This is clearly very important things, this is clearly very important things. He even had nightmare for several months because of this matter. Why can't he remember it now?
This is clearly important, this is clearly important... this is clearly... not important.
Magneto's body staggered for a while, and he took a step forward with his right foot to steady himself. This sudden unexpected event frightened everyone present, especially the mutant side.
"Professor!" Cyclops rushed to Magneto's side in the blink of an eye, and two strong hands supported Magneto. "Are you alright, Professor?"
Other mutants were a step slower, but they also gathered around Magneto, crowding around him, and the worry on their face was self-evident.
"It's nothing." Magneto broke free from Cyclops' support, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then said.
"I'm fine."
When Magneto opened his eyes again, confusion, chaos, anger, sadness and other emotion were swept away, and he returned to his initial calm appearance.
Magneto looked at Yang Le and said calmly, "I think you are right."
(End of Chapter)
"This is not something we can decide."
Howard said in a deep voice. He originally thought that Magneto would not immediately agree to Yang Le's suggestion even if he was tempted. He did not expect that this mutant leader would lose his usual calm at this time. Could Magneto's sudden decision be related to his gaffe just now?
In fact, when Magneto just agreed, the Supreme Squadron, who had undergone simple treatment, felt that this was a good method. Although they were a superhero team recognized by the government, they were actually working for nothing. Not only did they have no salary, but they would also be affected in their real lives because of going on missions.
Only a few people in the Supreme Squadron had no worries about food and clothing. Most people still had to worry about life. Perhaps this was the helplessness of superheroes.
So when faced with the suggestion proposed by Yang Le, they all voted in favor in their hearts. This good suggestion that could reduce superhuman incidents should be implemented as soon as possible.
So what did Howard himself think? In fact, it was not important. Yang Le's guess was not wrong. Howard was indeed an official person. Otherwise, his Stark Industries would not be leading the way in the world. This was inseparable from the support of the government behind it.
Even becoming a superhero was not his own wish. Let's put this aside for now, but he did not have the qualification to make decisions on big business. Howard had to consider the ideas of the higher-ups.
You must know that Stark Industries started by making weapons, so Howard had inextricable connections with the military. Because of his special position and strong research ability, Howard knew a lot about the shady things that the government and military were doing in secret.
There were five research institutes studying mutants that Howard knew of, including the one that previously imprisoned Storm. From this, it could be seen how much the higher-ups valued mutants.
Common people tried every method to expel mutants, but the real big shots locked up mutants like treasures. It was a really sick society.
This was also why he did not let Tony skip grades and finish university early. Howard did not want Tony to come into contact with these things. He knew that although the child did not say it, he actually admired himself very much. If he knew that his boss was a rotten iron with a glamorous exterior but already rusty interior, he would probably be very disappointed.
Howard wanted to force a bitter smile, but the Qi cultivation skills he had developed over the years of dealing with politicians, merchants, and the military stopped the emotion that should not have appeared on his face. He opened his mouth again, habitually wanting to delay time.
"Then go and report to your boss." Magneto blocked Howard's words, cutting off his idea of using delaying tactics. "My establishment of Floating Island is to give my compatriots a warm home. Now it's just a matter of expanding it a little."
"Don't worry, I will move Floating Island away. New York Harbor is too small to accommodate all mutants."
"This is not a problem of land." Howard wanted to argue, but Magneto simply ignored him. With a wave of his hand, a black hole that kept collapsing inward appeared beside him. The hole was like a vacuum cleaner, constantly absorbing the surrounding things into the interior, but it was not very powerful and could only absorb some rubble and dust.
"I'm not discussing with you, Howard." Magneto said with a cold face. "I'm just notifying you that in at most one day, I will publicize the establishment of the Mutant Nation myself. Believe me, that's not what you want to see."
After speaking, Magneto took the lead and walked towards the wormhole, letting the wormhole swallow him. The mutants behind him followed without doubt. Only Megan was a little scared, but after seeing Colossus go in and out without any problems, she also followed in.
At this point, this battle, like the dust stirred up after the wormhole disappeared, finally settled. Howard put his two hands on his pants and clenched and released them several times before finally letting them go.
"Can someone tell me what the hell is going on?" Whizzer, who had woken up leisurely and was confused after watching the whole process, asked in a low voice.
"Aren't we here to arrest the mutant who killed six people? How did it suddenly become a matter of nation?"
Whizzer's voice was small, but because the scene was very quiet, everyone heard his words. Everyone present was stunned.
That's right, weren't they here to arrest people at first? How did it seem to have completely deviated? Who messed up the rhythm?
Howard turned his head to look at an empty position. That was the position where Yang Le was originally floating, but now it was long gone.
"Don't look." Doctor Strange's lazy sound came. He was now lying on his magic cloak, looking like he was lying on a hammock.
"He left long ago when you and Magneto were arguing. Don't ask me why I didn't tell you. People made a shushing gesture to me."
"So you listened to him?" Howard laughed angrily.
"You are a common person, so you can't feel it. But I can 'see' it clearly." Doctor Strange straightened up with the support of the cloak and said seriously for once.
"That alien named Yang Le, regardless of whether what he said is true or not, at least his strength cannot be underestimated. The ability contained in that body is going to make me 'vomit'."
Doctor Strange pretended to gag a few times before continuing, "I know you may not understand what I'm saying. Let me describe it to you like this. Do you still remember how I described Hyperion to you?"
"A moving nuclear bomb." Howard glanced at the ragged Hyperion and said without hesitation.
"I'm going to update my evaluation now." Doctor Strange crossed his legs. "In front of that Yang Le, Hyperion can't even touch the edge of a Jericho missile. I can only say that I was ignorant before. If I hadn't felt the breath of magic on him, I would have thought that some dimension demon god had run out."
Although Doctor Strange criticized his own product, Howard couldn't care about it at this time, because he understood what Doctor Strange meant. Yang Le was a super being even more powerful than Hyperion.
"What he said is true." Hyperion walked out of the team with his head lowered. "I had a brief fight with him, but I was defeated after only a few rounds."
"You could only last a few rounds?" Howard was really unable to hold back at this time. Hyperion was the strongest hero on the surface right now. Even he could only last a few rounds in Yang Le's hands. Wouldn't everyone else be crushed at a touch?
"I haven't finished yet." Hyperion showed a smile that was even more ugly than crying. "The few rounds of fighting were just him playing with me. When the other party got serious, I couldn't even last one round."
After listening to Hyperion's explanation, Howard only felt his eyes go dark.
[There are many readers who have seen who the boss of the mutant chapter I am going to arrange is, but rest assured that the mutant chapter will not only feature mutants, but another superhuman race of Marvel will also appear.]
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Chapter 444 Returning Home
A Superhuman whose strength far surpasses Hyperion – this is definitely not good news for Human beings right now, not to mention that based on the currently known Information, the other party is clearly closer to Mutants.
Astonishing Messages came one after another towards Howard, making this Big Shot who is a pivotal figure in the business world quite a headache. After all, compared to those Big Shots in the Government, an Entrepreneur is still not enough.
To become an Entrepreneur to Howard's level, and to become number one in the World within ten years, the reason why Stark Industries has been able to become the leading enterprise in the World so smoothly is naturally inseparable from the support of the Military.
This is both advantageous and disadvantageous. The good aspect is that Stark Industries doesn't have to worry about interference from the outside world. As long as Howard doesn't lose his touch, then he can always live under the protection of the Official side.
And Howard is confident that he can always be valued by the Military. Although in some aspects he may not be able to be number one in the World, such as Bruce Banner, the good son-in-law of his superior, who is a Genius who surpasses him in many aspects. However, in Weapon research, no one in the World is Howard's opponent.
There may be many brilliant talents who occasionally pop up with a small gadget with decent Power, wanting to threaten Howard's position in front of the Military, but none of them have succeeded.
Because they all overlook one thing, which is how to save money. What the Military needs are Weapons that can be equipped to all Soldiers or Troops. Those things that are expensive and cannot be mass-produced cannot enter the eyes of Big Shots.
Okay, the good things are done talking about, it's time to talk about the bad things. Relying on the big tree of the Military doesn't just bring Benefits. You also have to do things for the Military. Simply designing a few sets of Weapons is not enough. After all, no matter how powerful Guns are, they are really not enough when facing some Superhumans.
To use Magic to defeat Magic. Although the Government has recruited some Super Hero Teams, those Ordinary Person from the civilian population really cannot reassure those Big Shots.
So the Super Soldier Project was put on the agenda just like that. Not the ordinary stuff like Captain America during World War II, but a true War Weapon that can rival Hyperion.
This is also why the Government is secretly capturing and researching Mutants. This Plan has been established for five years, but the most successful case so far is still the Old Relic Captain America from World War II.
It's just that because this Plan was highly Secret at the time, in order to prevent it from being stolen by the Nazi, all the Information was stored in the Brain of Dr. Abraham Erskine, the Scientist who invented the Super Serum at that time. And Dr. Erskine was killed by a Nazi Spy, so no Information about the Super Soldier Serum was passed down at all.
And Captain America is also an old virgin. He didn't leave himself any Bloodline before going to the Battlefield, so after he died in battle, it's impossible to deduce the Serum from his descendants.
In recent years, the failed cases that Howard knows about are no less than a hundred, and these are all Human Experiment. At this juncture, the appearance of a Superhuman whose attitude towards Humans is unclear, it is hard to say whether it is a blessing or a curse.
Forget it, Howard let out a long sigh. These Problems should still be left to the Big Shots above to worry about. He just needs to execute Orders. Carefully maneuvering in this vortex has already exhausted him.
"Hyperion," Howard rubbed his Temple. "Go back and tell your Father about what happened today. I think he should want to know about today's Business."
"I won't hide anything," Hyperion said seriously. Even without Howard's reminder, he would truthfully tell his Father about today's Business afterwards, even if he would be reprimanded by the other party, because he is not a Human who likes to hide mistakes.
Afterwards, Howard instructed the people of the Squadron Supreme a few more words, telling them that since they were injured, they should not go out on Missions for the next two days, and then let Doctor Strange take him away.
No way, who told him not to wear Armor? In front of Magneto, all of Howard's current Armor are just a bright iron coffin. It's better to come here openly and frankly, to appear more sincere.
After Howard left, Hyperion also left first after saying goodbye to his Teammates. Now Time is already late. His Father is a busy person, and he has a lot of Business to deal with every day, but Dinner is the only meal he will definitely come Home to eat. He must also take this Time to report to him.
Relying on Hyperion's Speed, he quickly flew back Home. It was a Manor that was neither too big nor too small, with a Courtyard where the Master could take his pet Dog to play freely, but not big enough for a high-class golf game.
Slowly landing in front of the Gate outside the Courtyard, a security guard stationed at the Doorway was the first to spot Hyperion, and then respectfully opened the Gate.
"Welcome back, Young Master Mark." Looking at the other party's standard military salute and sword-like straight posture, Hyperion couldn't help but show a 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 specifically gave him two days off. I don't trust others, so I came to cover for Old Billy for two days." Glenn also showed a Smile after saluting.
"Since you're here, it means Father is back. He's in the Study Room now, right?" Hyperion asked.
"Yes, Young Master, the General is in the Study Room. He also told me to have you go to him when you come back," Glenn replied respectfully.
In fact, Hyperion could see where his Father was with his X-ray vision, but that would seem a bit impersonal. Although it would waste some Time, Hyperion felt that these exchanges were still very necessary.
Because he doesn't want to be Hyperion all the time. After returning Home, he would rather be an Ordinary Person.
After saying goodbye to Glenn, Hyperion first went to his Room to change into clean Clothes, and then skillfully walked to the front of the Study Room inside the House. After respectfully knocking on the Door, a majestic Sound rang out from inside the Room.
"Come in."
Hyperion pushed the Door open and entered, only to see a middle-aged man with graying temples, but with a majestic Face and a tall and straight figure, who was looking down at various Files on the Table.
"You're back a bit late today? Did you encounter some tricky Business?" The middle-aged man put down the File in his hand and looked up at Hyperion.
Hyperion was just about to speak when he heard a faint Sound of Footsteps coming from behind him. After seeing his Father's helpless expression, he immediately understood what was about to happen.
"Whoa!" A beautiful Body pounced onto Hyperion's Back. Hyperion skillfully adjusted his posture and carried the Girl who Sneak Attacked him onto his Shoulder.
"You really scared me this time, Betty," Hyperion said with a smile.
(End of Chapter)
Chapter 445 General Ross and Bruce Banner
"You're lying again, Mark." Betty pouted, not believing a word her brother Hyperion said.
"Really." Hyperion nodded seriously. "I wouldn't constantly use my ability even at home."
Looking at the bickering siblings, the middle-aged man revealed a rare, kind smile. Just as he was about to speak, the mobile phone on the desk rang first. Without the middle-aged man needing to remind them, the siblings fell silent.
"Hello, it's me." After answering the phone, the middle-aged man once again reverted to his initial serious demeanor, as if his fatherly appearance just now was an illusion.
"Mm, I understand." After listening to the phone for a while, the middle-aged man hung up. As soon as he looked up, Betty's words arrived.
"Looks like the busy man General Ross won't be able to have dinner with family today."
Ross smiled wryly, shook his head, and then said, "Don't be sarcastic, Betty. I've said before that unless there's something special, I will still have dinner with you."
"That's good." Betty stuck out her tongue. Hyperion reached out and took Betty off of him, patted the back of her head, and said.
"You go to the restaurant first, Betty. I have some business to discuss with Father."
"What business is it, making it so mysterious?" Betty pouted. She had just wanted to share her wonderful day with her boyfriend with her father and brother. It seemed she could only talk about it at the dining table later.
In retaliation, she pinched Hyperion's arm, only to find that she couldn't pinch his muscle at all. Helpless, she could only give up, rolled her eyes at Hyperion, and then walked out of the study room, also closing the door behind her.
Ross glanced at Hyperion, who immediately understood. After glancing at the door of the study room, he said, "Betty is indeed gone."
It's no wonder Ross was wary of his daughter. It's because Betty indeed had a previous record of eavesdropping. Even if they were family, there were some things Betty shouldn't know.
Just like the Super Soldier Project, even Hyperion only knew a little bit about it. After all, it was a human experiment, and it was still too inhumane. With Hyperion's current temperament, he couldn't be allowed to know these things, otherwise, he might very well break down.
"Tell me, what business is it?" Ross leaned back in his chair, allowing himself a rare moment of relaxation. "Glenn already told me when you were changing clothes. He said your battle suit was tattered and torn when you came, which is really a rare thing."
Hyperion's battle suit was not some common goods made by a tailor shop. His battle suit was a new type of material researched by Stark Industries, combined with some auxiliary materials to create a composite material. Even if Hyperion wore it to break through the atmosphere, it wouldn't be damaged.
In addition, Hyperion used cosmic power for protection. In General Ross's awareness, the only ones who could push Hyperion to this extent were probably the mutant leader Magneto and the Sorcerer Supreme.
Hyperion smiled wryly, and then told Ross everything that happened today from beginning to end. Ross's expression also changed from initial relaxation to present solemnity.
"Could beat you to the point of being completely unable to retaliate?" Ross lightly tapped the desk. "Are you kidding me?"
"No, Father." Hyperion shook his head. "Just like I said, that Kryptonian's strength is indeed above mine."
"If I hadn't experienced it myself, I probably wouldn't have believed it either. From the time I was born until now, it's the first time I've encountered a creature that completely overwhelms me in every aspect. I'm like a child in front of him. I can feel that the other party could probably defeat me with just one hand."
After listening to Hyperion's description, Ross stopped talking and pondered for a while. He only came back to his senses when the electronic clock in the study room reminded him that it was time for dinner.
"Don't think about this matter for now, my child." Ross stood up, took two or three steps to Hyperion's side, and placed his hand on the other's shoulder.
"I know you've been hit hard, but you must cheer up. If the other party is really this powerful and harbors malicious intent, we, no, humans can only rely on you to resist him."
"I know, Father." Hyperion's gaze was firm. He was indeed hit hard at first, but when he thought of the responsibility that Father had instilled in him since he was a child, he stood up again.
As General Ross's son, he still had a certain understanding of the military's strength. Indeed, just as General Ross said, humans currently did not have the strength to stop a Kryptonian.
"Alright, don't think too much for now." Ross patted Hyperion's shoulder with encouragement. "Let's go have dinner first. Betty will be anxious in a little while."
"Okay, Father."
Thinking of his Betty, Hyperion once again revealed a gentle smile. Ross saw Hyperion's appearance and couldn't help but remind him.
"You spoil Betty too much. She's already a college student, and she's still so unruly. I really don't know who will be able to put up with her in the future."
"I remember Betty already has a boyfriend. She even told us about it." Hyperion reminded him.
"I know, that scientist." Ross sighed. "That kid is indeed talented, but I don't know what Betty sees in him. Meek and timid, always holed up in the laboratory all day."
"It's better than those who are mediocre and live a life of dissipation." Hyperion said with a smile. "I remember his name seems to be called..."
"Bruce Banner."
A young man wearing glasses and a lab coat looked up from the research desk, adjusting his glasses to see who was calling him. As a result, he saw Howard Stark, a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes, at the laboratory entrance.
"Oh, it's you, Mr. Stark." Bruce pushed his glasses up. "Good morning. I just got a cup of coffee here. If you don't mind, you can have a cup first and wait for me to finish what I'm doing before I come to you."
"It's evening now, Bruce." Howard Stark shook his head helplessly, lowered his head and glanced at the coffee placed on the desk. Sure enough, it didn't even have a trace of heat.
"Is that so?" Bruce scratched his head. "Looks like I missed breakfast and lunch. If Betty finds out, she's going to scold me again."
"Seriously, Bruce, I'm very curious about how you managed to attract General Ross's daughter." Howard Stark looked at Bruce's hair, which was already like a bird's nest. He felt that it was already a miracle for a science and engineering man like this to be able to talk to girls, let alone to actually date his boss's daughter?
"I don't know either." Bruce tidied up his drooping hair. "Maybe it's just like Betty said, I have some unique temperament?"
Even Bruce himself didn't believe it when he said this, and he added a question mark at the end of the sentence. Not wanting to dwell on this matter, Howard Stark changed the topic.
"Is there any progress with the Super Soldier Serum?"
(End of Chapter)