American comics: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

"Of course, no matter how good a warrior is."

He raised his arms and stared at Colin in front of him. Frank the Punisher spoke to him in a low and hoarse voice like metal.

"Without the baptism of war, it is ultimately meaningless."

"I will inform Nick and ask him to arrange for you to participate in the Avengers' actions and transform the fighting skills learned during this period into real combat capabilities."

"In addition, although your relatively strong defense ability can effectively resist the enemy's damage, you are still lacking in attack methods, so in the following training, I will specifically focus on this point. Practice, you must master the fighting methods of a series of weapons including daggers, firearms, etc. in the following exercises.”

Didn't you just say that there is no need to practice anymore? Why did so many practice items appear in the blink of an eye?

Hearing Frank's addition, Colin had an inexplicable expression on his face.

In his mind, he couldn't help but picture the scene where the enemy tried to threaten Superman with kryptonite, but Superman pulled out a gun and shot him to death.

He shook his head and cleared the image from his mind.

In front of him, Frank's voice continued to sound.

"... Of course, there are also follow-up medical and battlefield treatment methods. Having a strong defense does not mean that you will not be injured, so learning these treatment methods is also necessary."

Having said this, the Punisher looked at Colin expressionlessly and said in a calm tone: "You have to remember that there is no absolutely powerful ability in this world. Even if it is an indestructible fortress, there is always something in it." There are loopholes and unknown weaknesses, so what you have to learn is to hide your weaknesses as much as possible and use all means to deal with the enemy before they discover it. "

The Punisher's brutal method of killing without mercy is obviously closely related to his own past experiences.

…

The time for action came earlier than imagined.

"Have you thought of a new name for yourself?"

Early the next morning, Nick Fury knocked on the door of Colin's temporary residence in the base and asked.

"What?"

Facing Nick's lackluster question, Colin couldn't help but be stunned.

The latter quickly reacted. Frank obviously did not tell the other party what happened, and then said: "Your previous identity has been exposed to Hydra, and there are certain risks, so you need a new identity as a cover."

After listening to Nick's explanation, Colin suddenly understood.

"Clark, Clark Kent."

After thinking for a moment, he told the other party his new name.

"Clark."

Keeping the name Colin mentioned in mind, Nick Fury did not ask too much.

"It will take a few days for the proof of your new identity to be produced, but before that, I can arrange a temporary identity for you."

Temporary status?

Colin understood that this should be the Avengers operation that Frank had mentioned before, nodded and asked immediately.

"What identity?"

Looking at Colin with his only intact eye, Nick Fury raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Nick Fury."

Colin: "?!"

…

"Okay, let's stop here."

The intersection of 58th Street and Broadway in New York City, near Columbus Circle.

The passengers in the car looked at the cafe not far away and said to the driver in the driver's seat.

"Total $39."

After glancing at the number displayed on the meter, 'Nick Fury' turned to face the passenger in the rear seat.

"Swipe your card."

Nodding, the passenger took out his credit card from his wallet and handed it over, the passenger said calmly.

"So, what do I do next?"

Taking the credit card handed over by the other party, 'Nick Fury' no, Colin lowered his voice and asked Nick, who was pretending to be a guest behind him.

"Do what a taxi driver does."

Sensing the uneasiness in Colin's tone, Nick Fury, disguised as a white man, pointed at the steering wheel and replied with a smile.

"For the rest of the time, you can drive around and hang out. I'll call you when it's over."

He put away his credit card and confessed to Colin in the car.

Nick opened the car door and was about to get out of the car. Then, he stopped as if he had thought of something, turned to Colin who was driving in front of him and said, "By the way, don't refuse the ride. This is expressly prohibited. I don’t want to hear about complaints when I get back.”

After saying this, Nick got out of the taxi without looking back.

Co-author, am I just a tool in disguise?

Looking at Nick's back as he walked into the coffee shop, Colin in the taxi withdrew his gaze helplessly.

Looking up at the rearview mirror, he saw a face that looked exactly like Nick Fury's. Colin curled his lips and spoke the former SHIELD director's classic lines.

"Matherfucker..."

I have to say, swearing with such a face is indeed very fitting.

Colin suppressed his smile, and stretched out his hand to touch the perfectly disguised 'Nick Fury' face on his face. He didn't stop until he touched a slightly raised device on his temple. .

Nano mask.

The camouflage technology developed by Howard allows users to achieve the camouflage effect by covering their faces with a layer of nano-level mask to change the skin color of their facial features.

Colin and Nick Fury used this technology to disguise their identities and were able to leave the base and appear on the streets of New York.

Under the urging of the horn behind him, Colin had to start the taxi and leave the vicinity of the cafe.

While driving the car aimlessly forward, Colin focused his attention on the cafe where Nick Fury was.

Focus and turn on [Super Hearing].

Accompanied by a series of noisy sounds, Nick Fury's voice gradually became clear in his ears.

…

"Give me a cup of mocha."

In the cafe, the disguised Nick Fury nodded to the waiter and reached out to order a cup of coffee.

Then he found a seat near the floor-to-ceiling window in the cafe and sat down, took out a book from his arms, opened it, and read it carefully line by line.

Nick Fury's series of actions were very natural, without any flaws.

Just like a real guest, he came to the cafe to enjoy the afternoon in his spare time.

"Sir, your coffee."

"Thank you."

Looking up and nodding to the waiter, Nick Fury flipped through the book in his hand while pouring the sweetener into the cup.