What's wrong with Superman's son wanting to be Superman?

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It struck the plaque with pinpoint accuracy.

Instead of melting and burning the entire plaque, under Ian's incredibly precise control, the old name was completely erased, and then a new name was slowly carved on it.

New Justice League

The golden lettering shone with a sacred light.

Ian left some magic on it.

So much so that it always looks shiny and golden.

"Remember to have Dr. Stephen Strange register the copyright for this name tomorrow, to avoid being sued for infringement." Ian issued his first divine decree as an evil god.

"Uh, okay."

Thor was a little confused, but he still nodded in agreement.

"Why do we have to call it this name? Wouldn't it be better to just call it Justice League?" He didn't quite understand Ian's naming method, but he could sense Ian's obsession with the name.

"Because the Justice League infringed on copyrights, and behind this lies a sad story that no one knows. The word 'new' represents my ten years of ups and downs."

Ian looked sad.

His melancholy, pain, frustration, and even slightly dejected demeanor aroused Thor's curiosity, but he dared not ask. Instead, he imagined an ancient story where Ian had founded the Justice League, which was later destroyed for some reason.

"I am sorry for your loss."

Thor offered words of comfort.

"?????"

Ian didn't quite understand why Thor suddenly started using a deep, bubbly voice, but that didn't matter. He was also imagining himself leading the new Justice League to prove his future.

The old guys will definitely regret rejecting his request to join the group!

"Let's not talk about that now, I have something to ask Tony." Ian was about to go inside when he realized that every corner of the Sanctuary had been equipped with projection equipment by the new Tony.

"That android has been acting a bit crazy lately." Thor was humming his new hairstylist Tony when he followed Ian inside. Suddenly, a brilliant streak of light appeared in the sky.

"what?"

Thor looked up.

A rainbow bridge spanning heaven and earth appeared in the air, its light flowing and seemingly connecting reality and mythology, crashing down on the center of the street like a neon light falling from the sky.

A charred rune circle appeared on the asphalt road, and the aftershocks of the Rainbow Bridge's energy caused the sirens of several nearby cars to go off. The figure of Heimdall, the guardian of Asgard, emerged in the light.

His golden armor gleamed.

Her bright eyes were even brighter than Ian's.

The guy's mouth was moving, as if he was sending some kind of encrypted "telegram" to Thor. Thor's expression changed drastically, and he looked panicked.

"There's an emergency at home, I have to go back first." He quickly put the three baskets containing Spider-Woman, Captain America, and Doctor Strange figures on the ground.

Without looking back, he rushed into the Rainbow Bridge.

The seven-colored beam of light began to converge.

The light beam disappears.

The streets have returned to calm.

Ian was left standing there, somewhat bewildered, not understanding what this sudden situation meant. All he saw was a chubby boy weighing several hundred pounds, rushing home in a flustered manner.

"Odin cut off his 'credit card'?" If that's the case, Ian wouldn't be surprised, after all, Thor's spending speed is indeed a bit too extravagant.

"Could it be that Odin and his wife have had another new heir?" Ian muttered, turning around, picking up the vegetable basket from the ground, and walking towards the door of the new Justice League headquarters, which he had already pushed open.

at this time.

Captain America, sitting in his shopping basket, suddenly started talking in his sleep.

"Hydra is not allowed to steal my pension!"

Good guy.

Just as Ian couldn't forget the Justice League, Captain America couldn't forget his retirement fund. Feeling a bit curious, Ian temporarily put the matter of Thor out of his mind.

He placed the three vegetable baskets directly on the ground, intending to use first aid to revive a few people and ask Captain America if Hydra had really stolen his pension.

however.

Before he could even take action...

Then a loud, powerful shout was heard.

"Who are you! Who let you in!?" A booming voice, full of accusation, rang out. Ian turned his head and saw a man in a bright yellow janitor's uniform standing on the spiral staircase. The man held a mop in his left hand and a toilet brush in his right, and the four embroidered characters "Cleaning God of War" above his head gleamed under the chandelier.

What's most striking is the tool belt he carries around his waist—a complete set of tools including steel wool, toilet cleaner, and rubber gloves, making him look like the Batman of the housekeeping world. His two piercing eyes stand out against his dark face.

It was filled with vigilance.

"I am the master here."

While Doctor Strange was still asleep, Ian directly took over the nest, speaking with an air of self-righteousness. His words were not appreciated, and he was only met with a cold laugh from the black cleaning lady.

“You can’t fool me with your cowardly act. I know the owner of this place. He’s in your woven basket right now. You must have knocked him out in an attempt to steal the property here.”

“A guy like you can’t hide it from me. I’m a World War II veteran. I’ve arrested countless spies.” The cleaner rushed down the stairs in one stride.

He pointed the toilet brush at Ian's nose.

"See these floor tiles? I waxed them three times. Your thieving clothes are covered in some weird stuff. Do you know how much my real boss will deduct from my salary for this?"

"And your Halloween mask..." the cleaner kept babbling on, when Ian suddenly opened the mask's gaping maw, scaring the cleaner so much that she stumbled backward and fell to the ground.

"Damn it! It's a superhuman!"

His reaction was quite quick.

He immediately pulled a UZI submachine gun from under his cleaner's clothes.

“Thief, get out of here! I’m calling the police to arrest you!” The black janitor didn’t pull the trigger immediately, but threatened Ian with his fierce expression.

“There was this guy called the God of Darkness who came to attack me just now, he’s dead now.” In the blink of an eye, Ian appeared in front of the black janitor.

"Don't even mention calling the police. Even if you called your great-grandfather from the War of Independence to arrest me, he would still have to go to Siberia to grow cotton." Ian's hand moved at a speed that was impossible for an ordinary person to perceive.

The Black sanitation worker only felt a blur before his eyes.

The submachine gun in my hand suddenly felt light as a feather.

next second.

The cleaner looked down and saw that the entire gun had been reduced to a pile of precision parts, laid out on the ground like a disassembled Lego toy, while he was left with only a lonely grip in his hand.

"you"

The cleaner was stunned.

He wanted to say something.

But then he discovered that the thief, who was completely wrapped in a writhing suit, had his "ferocious" mask pressed against his nose, as if he were carefully examining his face.

An ominous glint flashed in the thief's eyes.

Gudong.

The sound of the cleaner's Adam's apple bobbing was particularly clear in the quiet entryway.

“Fine, do as you please.” He decisively threw the gun handle on the ground and raised his hands. “It’s only six thousand five hundred dollars a month; I really can’t risk my life.”

Done.

Suddenly, the black man swung his fist and delivered a perfect uppercut to his own chin. With a dull thud, he fell straight backward.

He truly deserves to be called a World War II veteran.

This operation was incredibly smooth and seamless.

There was not the slightest lag or hesitation.

They are truly ruthless.

"..."

Ian bent down and picked up a driver's license from the cleaner's pocket. Sure enough, just as his intuition told him, a familiar name was engraved on the license.

Nick Fury

This is definitely a name that everyone knows.

Nick Fury.

His full name is Nicholas Joseph Fury. He is one of the main characters in the Marvel Universe, a genetically modified soldier of the SSS program, and a colonel in the United States Army during World War II.

They are also the secret guardians and spyers.

of course.

These are all identities within the normal Marvel Universe.

In today's universe.

Who would have thought that the black man who should have been the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. would be working as a cleaner here? He's really picking up the skills his ancestors learned from their overseas journey!

The new Marvel universe born after the snap of his fingers once again deeply shocked Ian.

"Because there is no evil, there is no need for S.H.I.E.L.D.? But it is really surreal that such a powerful spy chief could be reduced to working as a janitor."

Ian didn't believe it was fate's choice. He not only didn't believe that the original Tony teacher hadn't had his own agenda, but he was even willing to bet his own $9.94 million on it.

"Teacher Tony must have pulled some tricks!" Ian was just a mindless snapping machine; he genuinely didn't know what information the original Teacher Tony had recorded in the Infinity Gauntlet.

Ian was completely bewildered.

suddenly.

The familiar electronic hum sounded.

Accompanied by the sounds of machinery running.

A clear holographic image slowly emerged in the air.

It's the new Tony teacher.

The strong artificial intelligence that Howard Stark created for his wife after his child was miscarried.