Just arrived at Marvel, the system rewards the Man of Steel

Tony rolled his eyes. "You're always like this. I'm the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., after all. If the government dares to mess around, I'll release the data on him secretly misappropriating military funds for human experiments."

Xiao Han nodded: "Very good."

He turned to leave when Tony suddenly called out to him, "Wait, are you just leaving like that?"

Xiao Han turned around: "Anything else?"

Tony pointed at Kara and said, "Would you like to introduce this new teammate? Although I already know him."

Kara smiled slightly, "Kara Zor-El, Kryptonian."

Tony covered his chest exaggeratedly: "Another Superman?! Jarvis, quickly prepare some kryptonite for self-defense!"

Xiao Han didn't bother to pay attention to him, raised his hand and opened the portal: "Let's go."

Wanda waved at Tony: "Remember to treat us to a meal!"

Kara looked at Tony curiously: "You look like you're 40, but you talk like you're 20."

The three figures disappeared in the golden vortex, leaving only Tony and Banner standing there.

Tony breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay, I got criticized. But this is a big deal."

Banner pushed his glasses up. "Which one are you referring to? Xiao Han openly threatening the military, or the fact that we have a new Supergirl?"

Tony grinned. "It's all quite exciting, isn't it?"

Washington

White House Basement Conference Room

Sitting in front of the long oval table, President Trump flipped through a document with a serious expression, tapping his fingertips lightly on the table.

Opposite him sat several mysterious men in black robes, their faces hidden in the shadows, only a pair of cold eyes vaguely visible in the dim light.

"The Superhuman Regulation Act?" The president raised his head, his brow furrowed.

"Do you know how much turmoil this bill will cause once it is released?"

The mysterious man sitting in the middle spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse: "Turbulence? Mr. President, the world is out of control now. Superman, the Hulk, mutants, and various unknown heroes, these superhuman powers far exceed the control of the government, and they can threaten national security at any time."

The president sneered, "So you want me to sign a bill forcing all people with superpowers to register with the government? Those who don't register will be considered criminals? And then what? You'll be responsible for arresting them?"

"To be honest, I've thought about this a long time ago."

"That's right." The mysterious man leaned forward slightly and smiled confidently.

"And we will ensure order."

The president slammed the table and stood up: "Why?! Who are you? What gives you the right to tell the US government what to do?!"

Swish!

The mysterious man's eyes suddenly lit up with a scarlet light, and an invisible sense of oppression came over him.

The president's breathing stopped. He was very sure that if he said another word, this person would definitely kill him.

"Because we know better than you what the real threat is."

The mysterious man's voice was no longer disguised, carrying a certain cold echo.

The president's face turned pale, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead. He trembled, took a step back, and slumped into his chair.

"I, I understand." He swallowed hard.

“The bill will be released soon.”

The red light in the mysterious man's eyes slowly dimmed, and he continued to sit down: "A wise choice, Mr. President."

They stood up and left the meeting room silently, leaving the president sitting there alone, the documents in his hands soaked with cold sweat.

A moment later, the president pressed the communicator and said in a hoarse voice, "Prepare for the meeting. We need to push for the legislation of the Superhuman Management Act."

Chapter 81 Act is enacted!

White House

Half an hour later

In the underground strategic conference room of the White House, both sides of the long table were filled with senior military and political officials.

The Secretary of Defense, the FBI Director, the National Security Advisor and other key figures looked solemn and talked in low voices.

"The president suddenly called an emergency meeting. What happened?"

"I'm guessing it has something to do with Superman's attack on the military base today."

"General Ross's place is in chaos, and he is nowhere to be found."

The door of the conference room was pushed open, and the president walked in with a gloomy expression, holding a document in his hand.

Everyone immediately quieted down.

The president threw the document on the table without any greeting.

"The Superhuman Regulation Act." His voice was firm.

"From now on, all superhumans in the United States must register their identities with the government, declaring their addresses, family members, and abilities. Those who refuse to register will be considered criminals and arrested by special law enforcement forces."

The conference room was dead silent.

Secretary of Defense Howard was the first to react: "Mr. President, are you saying that we want to control Superman?"

"Not just Superman." The president's eyes gradually became confident.

"Hulk, Adam Bernard... and those mutants, all superhumans, must be brought under supervision."

The FBI director frowned: "But according to our assessment, the powers of superhumans far exceed the capabilities of conventional law enforcement.

Especially since this Superman doesn't have the no-kill principle from the comics. He just destroyed Ross's entire base today!"

The president drummed his fingers on the table: "So we need a stronger force to check and balance them."

The National Security Advisor couldn't help but ask, "Mr. President, what do you mean?"

"A special force dedicated to dealing with superhumans, composed of professionals." The president's eyes swept over everyone present.

Several senior executives exchanged glances.

"Excuse me, Mr. President," the Secretary of Defense said in a deep voice.

"Our current level of technology is simply not capable of fighting against superhuman beings. Unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless we can find Kryptonite, which is simply unrealistic, or create superhuman warriors of the same level." The Secretary of Defense spread his hands helplessly.

The president extended his hand and made a gesture that said, "Who says we don't have it?"

The conference room fell silent again.

Defense Secretary Howard was a little confused: "So, who are they?"

The president didn't answer directly, but slowly said, "They call themselves the Supreme Squadron. They come from a now-destroyed parallel universe. There, they were once rulers and judges."

The FBI director stood up suddenly: "Are you saying that they are not human beings from our world at all?!"

"Because of this, they understand the weaknesses of superhumans," the president said coldly.

“More importantly, they are willing to work with us.”

The president's voice suddenly rose, echoing throughout the conference room.

"The existence of superhumans is a blasphemy against the natural order."

"We will correct this mistake."

After looking at the reactions of the others, the president pressed the communicator and said, "Let them in."

The door of the conference room slowly opened, and a team of fully armed special agents retreated to both sides with tense expressions. Although they did not raise their guns, their fingers were always on the triggers.

Immediately afterwards, seven figures stepped into the conference room.

The man in the red tights walked in front, his golden armor gleaming in the light, his muscles as perfect as a sculpture, and his eyes glowing with a blazing white light.

His oppressive feeling was so strong that everyone present subconsciously held their breath.

A figure followed closely behind, purple-black energy flowing through his fingertips, the prismatic wristband reflecting a dangerous halo, and his eyes were unusually cold.

Then, a red and green figure suddenly flashed. One second he was at the door, and the next second he was leaning against the conference table.

The other senior executives were somewhat shocked and began to talk in low voices.

"Who's that? Wonder Woman?"

"Why is there a skull in a black robe?"

"The Flash?"

Hyperion stood still, crossed his arms, and his voice boomed in the conference room.

"From today on, any superhuman who fails to register their identity, abilities, and whereabouts with the government will be considered a criminal."

His eyes swept over every senior official, and no one dared to look him in the eye.

"We will not condone threats like that."

"Those who disobey will be arrested."

"Those who resist will be executed."

Wonder Princess stepped forward and added, "Including the Superman you're talking about."

The president took a deep breath, stood up, and officially announced:

"The Superhuman Management Act takes effect immediately!"

"The Supreme Squadron will serve as the highest law enforcer and carry out the trial!"

The military and political leaders in the conference room looked pale, and no one dared to object.

..........

Long Island Villa

A golden holographic projection floated in the center of the living room, clearly broadcasting everything that happened in the White House conference room.

The arrival of the Supreme Squadron, Hyperion's declaration, and the moment the president signed the bill.

Wanda sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a bowl of ice cream in her hand. She scooped a spoonful into her mouth and said incoherently, "Wow, they look so arrogant."

Kara stood in front of the projection with her arms folded across her chest, her long golden hair draped over her shoulders, her eyes gleaming with fighting spirit. "Is this the Hyperion you were talking about? He looks like a knock-off Kryptonian?"

Xiao Han leaned on the sofa, tapping the armrest with his fingers, his expression calm: "It's just a fake from the parallel world. I have killed the original ones, so why should I be afraid of this?"

Turing's mechanical voice came from the ceiling: "Sir, do you need me to call up Hyperion's combat data?"

"No need." Xiao Han waved his hand.

"An Eternal who's powered by solar radiation isn't much to look at."

Wanda sat up straight with excitement: "So when do we take action? Directly storm into the White House?"

Kara frowned slightly. "But if they really start arresting metahumans, a lot of people will suffer."

Xiao Han sat on the sofa, tapping the armrest with his fingers, his expression calm: "No rush."

He raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, "I want to see what the heroes of this world will choose."

Then, Xiao Han raised his hand and the projection switched to the global news channel.

Media outlets around the world have begun frantically reporting on the promulgation of the "Superhuman Management Act," causing an uproar on the Internet.

"Let them push the bill forward first." Xiao Han said calmly.

"Let the whole world see how their law enforcement officers act."

"Wait until the first hero is captured."

"Wait until the world understands that compromise will not earn respect."

Kara walked up to him and said, "And violence is okay?"

Xiao Han didn't answer immediately and picked up the ice cream on the table.

"By the time."