Superman

"Superman shows up and stops the riot, this is the last scene."

Luke witnessed the intensifying riots that were about to get out of control, walked to the balcony, and stood up.

He flew straight to the office where Mr. Ominous Omen was located, the French windows were melted by the heat, and the strong wind poured in.

Facing the terrified eyes of the other party, Luke said softly: "My time is limited, so I won't give you a chance to leave your last words this time."

He took a step forward and the whole building shook.

The terrifying breath was like a roaring tsunami, pressing on Mr. Ominous.

Before he had time to say anything, his whole body exploded into a mass of rotting flesh and blood.

"It's Superman!"

"He is back!"

""

In the crowded crowd, we saw a tall and straight figure standing high in the sky.

The dark red cape fluttered like a flag.

The appearance of Luke brought the uncontrolled riots to a sudden stop.

On his face, there was a gentle smile.

"Nathaniel Essex, he confessed to his crimes. He hurt you, he hurt Bob, and he got what he deserved."

"100 years ago, a great American signed"

A loud and powerful voice echoed.

I have a dream and start chanting.

Chapter 276 is a problem with the country, the ancient Egyptian pyramids

"Only by truly giving equality and giving everyone the freedom to express their opinions can this country be made great again"

Through I Have a Dream, after finishing a wave of classic chant, Luke struggled to resist his urge to make accordion moves.

There is no way, every time he utters this famous line, he subconsciously wants to imitate Mr. Chuan.

The prestige value on the character panel has reached a peak again after this grand debut.

At the right time, in the right place.

Superman instantly became the light of righteousness, the lighthouse of the world.

Stopping a runaway race riot that was heading towards punishing Nathaniel Essex, who represented the elite and was himself a capitalist.

Then, use impassioned, powerful speeches to arouse the enthusiasm of the crowd and calm their anger.

In this way, not only won the prestige, but also announced to the whole world, the amazing news of Superman's return.

No matter how you look at it, it's a win-win result. It doesn't mean that both sides win, but that Luke unilaterally won twice.

Being able to make such an important contribution, presumably Mr. Ominous Omen will show a satisfied smile under the Nine Springs, and die without regret.

Luke thought so.

"Go back, go back to your families, go back to your friends. All problems will be solved in the end."

Superman returned to the top office of the Essex Building while speaking specious scenes with multiple interpretations.

On that valuable dark carpet, there was a puddle of sticky flesh and blood.

Limbs and organs seem to be put into a mixer at full speed, and mixed into rich colors and strong visual pigments.

Only that strange ruby ​​remains intact.

Snapped

The biological force field exerted pressure suddenly.

The ruby ​​splintered and shattered in an instant.

Luke, who was already the supreme mage, raised his hand and pinched an illusory soul.

"Say hello to Mephisto for me."

With a kind smile on his face, he opened a portal with one hand.

Throw the soul of Mr. Ominous directly into it like throwing garbage.

Presumably, a "premium asset" that the old devil in hell would love.

Poor Mr. Sinister, he didn't even have time to say the words of begging for mercy, so he took the box and fell into the hands of the devil.

"Come and wash the floor."

Luke picked up the phone on his desk and called Howard, who was watching the excitement.

"What are you going to do next?"

The scientific advisor who had been prepared for a long time stroked his beard. This matter is far from over.

The racial issues and class conflicts raised by the representative figure of "Bob" will not disappear just because of one speech.

"Essex Biological Company is not enough to become the target of public anger. Taking it under the knife can only calm the anger temporarily."

Luke smiled and said slowly.

"Just lift the president out later and leave the problem to the federal government. It's all their fault anyway. I just need to get Kang the Conqueror done."

Howard couldn't help but raised his thumbs. He thought of the delicate relationship between the Irish gangster Luke once belonged to and the Kennedy family.

Plus, the day of the general election is coming.

"You talked to Kennedy"

Howard asked curiously.

"how is this possible."

Luke laughed.

"If you want to talk, it's because he came to me, not me taking the initiative to come to the door."

With Superman's reputation, if he stands for any party, there will be no suspense in the general election.

Even according to the historical trajectory, before Kennedy came to power, Dwight Eisenhower was still separated.

But in Luke's eyes, the general election is just a script that can be drawn up at will.

"I think that after this turmoil is over, a lot of partisan politicians who have ideas about the White House, they will come to me."

Luke laughed. He has no interest in these things. Only those who don't play at the gambling table can become the real winners.

If Superman gets too involved in politics, he will be bound by more and more rules.

"Nathaniel Essex has gone to hell, only the last one left."

Mister Sinister died under Superman's iron fist.

Last time, Luke only shattered half of the opponent's body.

As a result, this guy with tenacious vitality can continue to make troubles in the future.

This time, he learned his lesson.

Not only the body is smashed, but also the soul is thrown to hell.

Funeral and funeral service, from birth to death, one-stop service.

One of the culprits that caused SHIELD to fall into a passive situation and the mutants were brutally captured has already been dealt with.

There's another one, waiting for Luke to figure it out.

"You can find Kang the Conqueror and locate him"

Howard was a little surprised that Superman had only been back for a few days, and he was able to grasp such important news.

"You haven't found Kang the Conqueror for so long, how could I know."

Luke shook his head, and changed the topic: "It's just that Mister Sinister called the White House before."

"I heard their conversation. According to the content, I probably speculate that Kang the Conqueror may be somewhere in Washington, DC."

Howard was silent when he heard the words.

He's smart enough not to ask Superman how he heard the conversation on the phone, or how he searched the entire 178 square kilometers of Washington, D.C.

Refuse to give the opponent the opportunity to pretend

"Then, I wish you success."

Howard held back for a long time before saying such a sentence.

"By the way, I arranged a press conference, remember to make up a complete story to explain your disappearance and return."

Luke nodded and hung up the phone.

boom

then

A figure rises into the sky

It didn't take long for Luke to appear in the sky above Washington, DC.

Super vision has a panoramic view of the city, and super hearing captures those tiny sound waves.

Superhuman senses let go of restrictions and expand as much as you want.

Like a humanoid monitoring device, searching for the required information.

"I knew it, there was no creativity in setting up the secret stronghold underground in the White House."

Luke rants about Kang the Conqueror's stereotyped thinking.

Even without strong senses, he might be able to find the location by searching on the spot.

After determining the location, Superman did not smash into the White House like a cannonball, penetrated the ground, and pulled Kang the Conqueror out.

That would make him look like a powerful villain, or a dangerous element.

Unless there is a special need, Luke prefers to solve problems in a low-key and steady manner.

Swipe casually, and magic sparks jump, forming a portal that cuts space.

The only advantage of becoming a mystic mage is probably that no matter where you go, you don't need to buy a ticket by car.

"So many clones."

Luke came to Kang the Conqueror's underground base, and the nutrition cabins leaning against the walls on both sides were all opened.

Clone warriors with the same face stood in front of him.

Like a neat army, forming a solid line of defense.

"I smell your fear, Kang the Conqueror."

Luke smiled lowly, like the ultimate villain who was sure of winning, releasing a strong pressure.

"If you weren't extremely scared, why would you think of sending out such cannon fodder and consumables?"

"Apart from the large number of people, they look more visually impactful, what else can they do?"

"Would you please wait a few more seconds to write your last words?"

The unscrupulous ridicule angered Kang the Conqueror who had only one brain left.

In the monotonous mechanical voice, there is a hint of anger

"How can I be afraid that you and I exist in many timelines, and even the supreme mage can't kill me, what can you do?"

The growl, which was almost exasperated, made Luke laugh.

What he likes most is watching his opponent, showing this gaffe.

"Kang, why deceive yourself and others?"

"Either way, you're expelled from this timeline."

"Those other you, they are not your clones, clones."