Superman

"Director Zheng Xian, how was your day last night? I believe you have fully felt the enthusiasm of the people of Paris."

Zheng Xian, who was still drunk, saw Luke approaching, and wished he could spit on him.

This morning, when I woke up, I found a foreign girl in my arms.

Clothes were flying on the carpet, and the sheets were a mess.

The drowsy head woke up in an instant.

This is a mistake, and you will be demerited and warned when you return to your country!

When he walked out of the room, Zheng Xian had already started thinking about how to confess to the organization, and by the way wrote a sincere self-criticism.

"Lieutenant General Carvel, you have hurt me."

Zheng Xian is very regretful now, very regretful.

The ancients did not deceive him if he made a mistake by drinking.

"Director Zheng Xian, you are still single and not married. It's a good story to have a relationship with a foreign country after a spring breeze."

Luke said with a smile, and then patted the other person on the shoulder, "I'll see you at the Palace of Versailles."

Looking at the young lieutenant general who was leaving, Zheng Xian silently went to the edge of the dining table, holding a cup of hot milk in both hands, sipping it while paying homage to his lost chastity.

"That kind of thing, do it, do it, and gradually get used to it."

Howard, whose legs were weak, stood up and gave a word of comfort.

When he was 16 years old, after having a passionate collision with a female teacher, he was in the same mood as Zheng Xian.

"By the way, do you want to go to the Moulin Rouge together tonight? I can show you the style of Paris."

Hearing Howard's friendly question, Zheng Xian shivered all over.

Thinking of the piles of self-criticism papers and organizational torture, he quickly shook his head.

No wonder before I went abroad, the leader confessed earnestly, saying that there are too many temptations in the outside world, and the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism can corrupt people's hearts.

At that time, Zheng Xian didn't take it seriously, he thought he was determined and fearless.

Unexpectedly, being cautious and careful at every step, he still stumbled in Luke's hands.

"I'm sorry for the leader."

With tears in his eyes, the Chief of the Divine Spear thought silently.

Chapter 163? The Appearance of Mister Omen, Some People Want Superman's Body

At the Palace of Versailles, delegations from various countries entered the venue one after another.

The top ones are naturally the five hooligans!five permanent members.

As early as the Yalta Conference, they had planned the basic outline of the establishment of the United Nations.

Later, with the formal signing of the Charter of the United Nations.

This international institution, whose symbolic meaning is greater than practical, was formally established.

This is also the reason why Luke thinks it is possible to start a world security council and get the full version of S.H.I.E.L.D. in advance.

"Are you ready? You're going to have an opening statement later. The whole world will see Superman and judge you for what you say and do."

Howard sat listlessly at the back. After the brutal fight last night, he did feel as though his body had been hollowed out.

Your body is like an overworked, overloaded machine.

Must be restrained.

Howard rubbed his sore waist and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Do I still have stage fright? Just read it from the script."

Luke was very calm, and the president should have spoken out on this occasion.

However, the latter handed over the job to him.

In less than a year, this lieutenant general has risen rapidly at an astonishing speed, becoming a "mountain" that neither the White House nor the Pentagon dare to underestimate.

To achieve such achievements, in addition to its own strength, it depends more on the process of history and opportunities.

"Instead of worrying about my problems, you might as well think about how your overindulgent and weak body can handle those sorceresses who are so hungry and thirsty."

Luke's taunt made Howard suddenly vigilant.

He thought very seriously, and finally decided to cancel tonight's trip to the Moulin Rouge.

"You said, do I want Stark Industries to enter the pharmaceutical industry across borders?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Howard asked another question.

He who has always been self-confident showed hesitation and embarrassment for the first time.

After all, this is the unspeakable weakness of a man.

"You want to get that thing?"

Luke froze for a moment, thinking about whether to give Sildenafil to Howard, a middle-aged kidney overdraft.

He still somewhat remembered the molecular formula and synthesis method. He had read a lot of urban novels in his previous life, and many protagonists made their fortunes like this.

"Forget it, I'll hire a fitness trainer and start exercising hard."

Howard lost interest and waved his hand.

The cycle of researching drugs is too long, and the long-distance hydrolysis cannot quench the near-thirst.

At this moment, he realized the helplessness of being an ordinary person.

If, like Luke, he has a superhuman physique.

Or, like Rogers, become a super soldier.

How wonderful that would be!

Luke glanced at the speech, and had no time to pay attention to Howard, who was secretly sad.

If you let him know that this guy wants to become a super soldier just for the sake of keeping the golden gun alive, he will definitely be more disgusted.

A few minutes later, across from the long oval table that almost filled half of the venue, the Atlanteans finally entered.

Wearing breathing helmets, this group of underwater people stepped into the gate and immediately became the focus of the audience.

The reporters at the venue pressed the shutter hard, and the flashes joined together.

Because Namor suffered from the pain of a broken back and was unable to move.

Therefore, the representatives attending the peace summit were replaced by the legion leaders of the three largest tribes of hammerhead sharks, killer whales, and seahorses.

At this meeting, they will jointly propose to depose Namor as king.

And, add this clause to the terms of the agreement.

As for whether to be sent to the guillotine, the three legion chiefs are still considering it for the time being.

The royal family of Atlantis has maintained its rule for quite a long time.

The various tribes under his hands usually behave very docilely, and there is nothing unusual.

However, when there is a vacuum of power, some Atlanteans will inevitably be eager to move.

No matter how you do it, kicking Namor is the key.

"let's start."

Representatives from various countries exchanged drafted peace agreements with each other, and the specific details have been discussed on Liberty Island.

Now, just going through the motions.

By the way, to show to the whole world that the human world has established diplomacy with Atlantis and reached a preliminary communication in the Ming Dynasty.

The two sides looked at it roughly, and after confirming that the items were correct, Luke, as the opening spokesperson, got up Shi Shiran and walked to the stage.

"Dialogue and reconciliation is the only way to peace. I am very happy to see the ocean civilization represented by the Atlanteans and the land civilization represented by human beings. The two sides can come together"

"As a pacifist, I sincerely hope that this is just the beginning, not the end. A glorious history will be opened in our hands, and a bright future will be in our hands"

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The young man standing on the high platform, everything he said was transmitted to thousands of households in the form of radio waves.

On the black and white TV, Luke's tall figure and stern face appeared.

Every word that comes out of his mouth is full of power, sonorous, and powerful.

"See, this is Superman. He has become a hero in the eyes of the world, a symbol of greatness."

In a mansion far away in London, a man with a sullen face and a low voice looked at the picture on the TV and sneered.

The man was unusually tall, dressed like a tuxedo, and his hair was combed meticulously.

The most eye-catching thing is the rhombus-shaped ruby ​​on his forehead, shining with a strange light.

"Then what can be done. Sebastian Shaw, he is an alpha-level mutant. And Namor, who has the double genes of Atlantis and mutants, can be said to be the most powerful couple on this planet. one of the individuals."

Leaning on the sofa, the enchanting and charming Black Queen Selene sighed.

"As a result, the two of them teamed up and were unable to defeat Superman, and even suffered a disastrous defeat! Moreover, he has a high resistance to magic, and I didn't get any benefit from the short fight last time."

The man paced back and forth, looking at Luke on the TV from time to time, his face sinking like water.

"Will this damn Superman interfere with my plans?"

After a while, he stopped and looked at the Black Queen.

"Who knows. Sebastian Shaw provoked him because of mutants."

The Black Queen Selene stretched her waist, revealing her beautiful curves.

"Superman seems to be very interested in mutants. More precisely, he seems to want to bring us into his jurisdiction."

"It's an implicit desire for power, so to speak."

"Tsk tsk, in this way, Superman is not as bright as it seems on the surface."

Hearing this, the tall man couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He has his own things to do for the time being, and doesn't want to be an enemy of Superman.

The strength of that guy has been verified by many people with bloody lessons.

"Nathaniel, are you also afraid? I thought that after facing the god of mutants, your awe of the strong will be much lower."

The Black Queen teased the other party intentionally or unintentionally, just like the melon-eating crowd watching the excitement.

"Apocalypse is naturally the strongest creature I have ever seen. He is infinitely close to God, and my ability is also bestowed by him."

The tall man, whose full name was "Nathaniel Essex," was a radical genetics researcher.

In fact, he noticed mutants earlier than Bolivar Trask, Sebastian Shaw.

Compared to his real name, Nathaniel Essex has a more familiar title, "Mr. Omen".

He and the Black Queen are both the elders of mutants.

Sebastian Xiao, in front of these two people, must also regard himself as a junior.

"I'm a scientist and I believe in data. Judging from Superman's record, his strength is likely to be close to Apocalypse, not much worse."

Mister Sinister laughed softly, like a night owl.

"So, I very much hope to maintain a peaceful state with him. As for the mutants, I don't care about their life or death."

The Black Queen was a little disappointed. She still wanted to encourage Mr. Sinister and stir up conflicts between him and Superman.

"That's a pity. I rarely have such a strong desire for a man, and I wish I could eat him in one bite."

The charming woman was staring at the man on the TV, her cheeks were blushing from drunkenness.

Chapter 164? I Have a Dream to Become a Dimensional Demon God

"Give up your unrealistic fantasies. Superman is different from other men. He can defeat Sebastian Shaw and Namor in one fell swoop. You may not be able to squeeze him out."

Seeing the black queen's promiscuous appearance, Mr. Omen poured cold water on her.