Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

What happened to Tony is just a small microcosm. More similar things are happening to more people. The traces left by Lincoln on the Internet are quickly being erased.

Zola didn't stop this, he just silently collected and stored all the relevant information, ready to take it out again whenever Lincoln needed it.

Hydra didn't know that Zola was stabbing him in the back again at this time, or in other words, even if they knew, they didn't have time to worry about it because they had more things to worry about.

"I told you a long time ago that there shouldn't be a reward for him!" During the re-convened meeting, a smuggler shouted loudly, his eyes full of anger and worry.

His words immediately attracted criticism from other snakeheads: "Come on! You didn't express your opinion at all last time! No one here made the right choice. Do you want to lead Hydra?"

Going to hell?!"

"That's enough. What we should do now is how to negotiate with that man. If he wants to attack us, we can't stop him even if we put a nuclear bomb under his butt."

The smuggler's words made everyone fall into silence, and then, not knowing who was the leader, they looked at Pierce in tacit agreement.

No one spoke, but the meaning was self-evident: you placed the reward for the Continental Hotel, and you also serve in the Presbyterian Council, so you have to resolve the matter.

Pierce:???!!!

Facing the eyes of his former colleagues, Pierce's mentality exploded. He tremblingly pulled away from his enemy, reached out and took out the quick-acting heart-relieving pills he had just prepared yesterday and drank it for himself.

Pierce's action of taking the medicine did not shake the minds of the other smugglers, and Strack even said: "Mr. Alexander, you have caused a lot of trouble. For the glory and career of Hydra, we need you to make some small sacrifices."

.Don’t worry, we will remember your contribution and make certain compensation.”

Compensation? Who the hell wants your compensation?

Pierce's face was ugly, and he roared loudly in his heart: If you face that guy head-on, you might die! You have to make up for it! Why do you want me, an old man who is several dozen years old, to do it!

Pierce wanted to refuse, but he knew that he couldn't refuse. As the damn bastards in front of him said, the Continental Hotel belonged to his commander, the Presbyterian Church served him, and he was the first to appear in New York.

He had many opportunities to build a good relationship with Lincoln, and even turned a blind eye, but he made the wrong choice every time and ended up in such an embarrassing situation.

In fact, Pierce felt that he had been wronged.

Over the years, superheroes and supervillains have had many missions, and they are all within a certain limit. Who would have thought that a character beyond the limit would suddenly appear.

Moreover...this super-standard being actually went to the Continental Hotel to find women like an ordinary person. Who would have thought of this!

Pierce felt that he had been wronged to the extreme, and he couldn't express the pain in his heart. Sitwell in the office on the other side was also a little dazed.

Not long ago, he received a task from his immediate boss to target Lincoln.

With enough motivation brought by strong pressure, he made a 'perfect' plan, and then he saw the statement issued by the neon people on his computer.

He used S.H.I.E.L.D.'s internal search system to search a little further, and then he saw a scene that made his hair stand on end.

At this moment, he was sure that his immediate superior did not possibly want him to die, but definitely wanted him to die!

Without any hesitation, he reached for the phone on the table and dialed the number in violation of SHIELD's internal confidentiality regulations.

Just a few breaths later, with Zola's signal strengthened, Lincoln's voice appeared in the microphone in Sitwell's hand: "Hey, who is it?"

Hearing Lincoln's voice, Sitwell couldn't help feeling nervous, but he still collected his thoughts and said, "Hello, my dear..."

"Are you Sitwell?" Lincoln's sudden interjection voice stopped Sitwell's thoughts, and he remained silent for a moment before feeling a little uneasy: "How did you know that?"

"Because I saw you." Lincoln's eyes flashed with an undetectable golden light. Following the communication track, he saw Sitwell thousands of miles away and the piece of paper on his desk: "

Are you planning to deal with me? Let me see...cooperate with me? A very good idea..."

Lincoln's words were calm, but the hair on Sitwell's body stood on end.

He looked around as if he had seen a ghost, but no one could be seen anywhere in his sight. At this time, Lincoln's voice sounded again: "No need to turn around, I am in the Middle East, you can't see me."

"

"If you're calling me just because of your plan, then there's no need to go on."

"No! No!" Seeing Lincoln about to hang up the phone, Sitwell shouted: "I want to talk to you about other things."

"I can be your spokesperson." Sitwell swallowed his saliva and said nervously: "Alexander Pierce wants to kill you, but I don't want to, you can kill him, and then let me become your right-hand man, I

Can help you control the entire S.H.I.E.L.D.”

"In that case, no need." Lincoln's voice made Sitwell feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The next moment, Lincoln's words made him feel that the world was absurd: "Your immediate boss is also calling me at this time. His thoughts should be the same as yours."

"ha!?"

The amount of information Lincoln said was so overwhelming that Sitwell was stunned and didn't even notice that Lincoln cut off the phone.

It wasn't until other voices came from beside him that he woke up from a dream, with a strange expression on his face: "Pierce...he also called..."

As Lincoln said, Pierce was indeed on the phone, and he wasn't even the only one on the phone. Everyone was eager to get in touch with him, especially those at the High Table and the Presbyterian Church.

Lincoln did not come forward, but only conveyed his voice to their ears, but even such a contemptuous attitude did not make anyone feel dissatisfied.

Before Lincoln proposed the conditions, they took the initiative to offer all conditions that ordinary people could not imagine.

If it weren't for the negotiable nature of "If you encounter trouble, please contact local officials as much as possible and let them impose any punishment you want on the provocateurs," this would be almost an unconditional surrender.

Test? Test with a hammer!

This is not the superman who can be comforted even if a nuclear bomb hits his head and allows them to provoke and test them at will. The person in front of them is a ruthless man who can even directly drop nuclear bombs on the city if they disagree with each other!

What are you still trying to discuss? Just surrender and that's it. As long as you don't want to destroy the world, the worst thing you can do is raise an ancestor. Human beings can afford it.

They tried to solve all problems in the shortest possible time and came up with a series of incredible conditions.

The only problem with this is that they give in too quickly!

Even the most powerful person in the world, Militia, was so easy to talk to, and it felt a bit unreal, which made Lincoln, who originally thought he would encounter two tough guys, feel a bit at a loss as to what to do.

Didn't we say that human beings are very greedy and ambitious? This is a bit different from what we imagined.