Superman

"This is Mr. John Stillman?"

Howard, who has been in and out of the Pentagon all year round and occasionally attends White House banquets, recognized the man in the photo at a glance.

The other party is the president's right-hand man, John Stillman, the chief of staff of the White House.

The seat he sits in is known as the "Second President" and "White House Gatekeeper". It can be said that he is one of the politicians closest to the center of power in Washington, DC.

"Who's the other guy? A man? Could it be that there's something wrong with Stillman's sexuality? That's big news!"

Howard has always had the extraordinary talent of being able to bend everything to the lower body.

"But in the political world, it shouldn't be a big deal. As far as I know, Hoover of the FBI, he is still bisexual."

"Luke, you know, those high-ranking and powerful people, they call themselves high-class people, but they are actually very dirty."

"Please don't pick yourself out when you use harsh language to satirize them."

Glancing at Howard, who was getting away from the topic, Luke got up and walked to the wine cabinet, and took out a high-end whiskey from the Stark mansion.

"As the boss of Stark Industries and an arms tycoon with a deep background, Howard, don't forget that you are also a member of the upper class full of low-class people."

"And, to a certain extent, you are still the backbone!"

Dangdang!

The ice cubes hit the glass wall, making a crisp sound.

The amber liquid was poured in, rippling in circles of ripples.

"Would you like a drink?"

Luke asked over his shoulder.

"Enter me with my collection, you really know how to do business! No wonder the gang of budget committees have a headache seeing you!"

Howard was not forgiving in his mouth, but honest in body, and reached out to take the glass of whiskey.

"By the way, why did you notice Stillman?"

Iron Man's father was a little puzzled. In his impression, Lieutenant General Superman was not very interested in politics, especially for politicians who played tricks.

Otherwise, there was no need for the president to refuse so quickly when he showed the intention of soliciting.

Luke took a sip of the cold liquid, his eyes flickered, and he said softly: "According to the theory of six-dimensional space, the distance between you and any stranger you want to contact will not exceed six people."

"That is to say, in theory, you can meet every stranger in the world through at most six intermediaries."

Howard narrowed his eyes, curled his lips and said: "It sounds like a nonsense statement, but it is really interesting. Its logical trap is that no one knows who the six strangers are, and they lack the conditions for specifying targets, so they can be forcibly Go round."

He lifted his chin to make an assessment.

"Howard, why do you always miss the point?"

Luke shook his head helplessly, pointed at the other man in the photo, and said, "I just want to say that if you want to explore a person's true identity and political stance, you can start with his social circle, who he knows, Whoever is closely related to, to some extent, represents his class and position."

"John Stillman is ostensibly the president's confidant, the gatekeeper of the White House, and the number two man in Washington's privilege, but he secretly met a vampire, and the two stayed together for a long time."

"vampire?"

Howard raised his voice a few notches.

He was very impressed with this.

"Yes. According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation, the person who met Stillman was called Gaetaro."

Luke pushed the information on the table over, and said meaningfully: "The pure-blood descendant of Grand Duke Dracula is also one of the leaders of the Vampire Council in North America."

"It may sound unbelievable, but those nocturnal creatures who walk in the dark and dare not face the sun, they have a social system and power structure similar to humans."

"The vampire council is roughly equivalent to the cabinet of the White House. It has great power and can mobilize family resources at any time."

"White House chief of staff colluded with vampire council"

Howard tasted it carefully, and seemed to find a little flavor.

"I heard from you before that vampires claim to be immortals. In their view, human beings may be just a short part of a long life."

"So Stillman wants to live longer?"

After thinking about it, the most tempting bargaining chip for vampires to human beings is the legendary eternal life.

Everyone is afraid of death, hoping that the cruel time will be merciful to him.

"It's not entirely true. Vampires age too, but much slower than humans, far from reaching the level of immortality."

Luke corrected Howard's misunderstanding, and then continued: "As for the private contact between Stillman and the Vampire Council, I started to think that it was an exchange of interests, just like you."

"But as Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. investigated, it wasn't that simple."

Having said that, Luke paused, looked at Howard who was interested, and asked with a smile: "Have you heard of the Hagui clan?"

"Some kind of underground group that worships vampires?"

Howard thought for a few seconds, combined with the literal meaning, and gave the correct answer.

"It was true in the past. Human beings are very complex creatures, and sometimes they need a specific image as a spiritual support."

Luke raised his wine glass, stared at the amber liquid, and said calmly: "The more empty you are, the more you need spiritual support, but this is only a belief within the normal range, and it belongs to personal freedom. There is no problem."

"When it comes to worship, that's a different story."

"There are money worship, male organ worship, and the most common idol worship in the world."

"People always like to attach a strong desire or need to something specific."

"The Hagui clan is a group of people who pursue immortality, immortality, youthful bodies, and fresh vitality. Later, they gradually developed into worshiping vampires, wanting to become vampires, and even thinking that they are slaves of vampires. It's a low-level creature."

"Oh, miserable short-sighted fellow."

Howard had a contemptuous look on his face.

With his knowledge and pride, he naturally despises these guys.

To be more precise, he thinks that because his heart is not strong enough, then he gives up thinking about himself and handing over this power to others can be classified as a fool.

of course

Except for personal beliefs, which cannot be called worship.

Howard himself was not a devout Christian.

"I didn't expect Stillman to be a Hagui family, secretly worshiping vampires. He graduated from Duke University's law school. I thought that law students should be more rational than normal people."

"Don't label people casually. Before I met you, I also thought that the geniuses at MIT were probably the kind of bookworms who were not close to women. I also thought that scientists always had a serious and rigid image."

Luke's rebuttal left Howard speechless.

He tried Bailing's harsh and poisonous tongue in front of the other party, but it seemed to have no effect.

"Since I left Washington, D.C., Stillman has been in contact with the Vampire Council. Before that, he didn't show the slightest abnormality."

Luke opened the information of Gaetaro, the council of vampires. The content was relatively simple, and it was not as detailed as White House chief of staff John Stillman.

From this point, it can be seen that the agents and agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. may be okay in the face of ordinary people.

But dealing with a creature like a vampire is not enough.

"Actually, it's not just Stillman. Judging from the information I have and the results of the investigation, maybe one-third of the congressmen are hagui or have close contacts with them."

Luke reveals a shocking fact.

This is equivalent to the upper level of the national power pyramid, which is almost completely infiltrated by vampires.

Howard, who realized the seriousness, finally restrained his cynical and frivolous expression.

"The vampires in North America seem to be better developed than those in Europe."

He took a sip of whiskey and expressed doubts.

"The situation on both sides is different. The pure-blooded descendants of Grand Duke Dracula know how to unite better, and they have a close connection with human society, while the situation in Europe is more chaotic."

Luke briefly introduced a few sentences.

"In addition, the New York Sanctuary's attack on dark creatures is not strong, which gives the vampire council a chance to survive."

Over the years, purebloods have infiltrated the worlds of business and politics considerably.

At its peak, half of the top executives of large Wall Street financial institutions were members of the Hagui clan.

Therefore, Wall Street elites are called "vampires".

Literally interpreted, it is actually true.

"Howard, remember Kang the Conqueror I mentioned?"

After closing the documents in his hand, a sharp light flashed across Luke's eyes.

Howard, who was sitting across from him, frowned slightly, and asked with a frown, "The guy who can travel through time and space and pretend to be a historical celebrity everywhere?"

"That's right. I first thought that if Kang the Conqueror wanted to choose a leader with a high enough status and power, he would probably set his sights on the Soviet Union."

Luke tapped his fingers on the side of the wine glass, and said softly: "If you really do this and turn yourself into the one in the Kremlin, even if he wants to start World War III, maybe it won't be a problem."

"However, after I returned to New York and Washington, D.C., I saw that the Chief of Staff colluded with the Vampire Council, and seeing the reclusive Mr. President, I couldn't help but have another idea."

"Suppose Kahn the Conqueror is not in the Soviet Union, but in the White House?"

Chapter 195? Nuclear Bomb Code, Big News

White House?

Howard's eyes were like copper bells, and his face was full of shock.

"Is your guess a little too bold?"

Howard's brows were tightly knit together, as if he couldn't believe it.

"Use your brain, if you were Kang the Conqueror, what would you choose?"

Luke swirled the whiskey in his glass and said with a smile, "Is it the hiding place that everyone can guess, or the most unexpected place?"

"Uh"

Howard pondered for a moment, pursed his lips, and thought seriously.

Seems to make some sense!

Then he agreed with Luke.

Lieutenant General Superman's speculation is not completely impossible.

Logically, it makes sense.

Kang the Conqueror likes to put on a vest with a high enough status and enough power to make trouble.

Therefore, everyone subconsciously thought that they would choose the Soviet Union.

Opposing camps, strong enough to contend with military strength, far away from the three sanctuaries and the cold place of superman.

This is simply the perfect landing spot!

After World War II, the biggest winners were the rapid rise of the Soviet Union and the United States, which gradually grew into recognized superpowers.

The red brown bear that dominates the Siberian plains, and the bald eagle that always wants to dominate the world.

The cold war atmosphere where the two sides are tense and do not confront each other has already revealed its clues.

Therefore, if it is said that the person in power sitting in the Kremlin, it is very likely that Kang the Conqueror was the first choice.

Why can't Mr. President in the White House be the second choice?

"But we went to the president's house not long ago. Did you find anything unusual?"

Howard asked in a deep voice.

He thought it was a secret investigation of the White House, but he didn't expect that the truth and characters involved would become more and more astonishing.

"This is exactly where I hesitated. Logically speaking, Kang the Conqueror's high-tech equipment could not deceive Superman's senses, but I didn't notice anything wrong at the time."

Luke's tone hesitated for a moment, then became firm again.

"But that doesn't clear up the president's suspicions. Chief of Staff John Stillman only started contacting the Vampire Council when we were heading to Paris."

"So, Kang the Conqueror may have held Mr. President hostage during this period and put on his vest."

Howard heard that, his face was dignified, like a heavy lead.