Superman

Bletchley Manor, temporary headquarters of the Strategic Science Corps.

Carter, wearing civilian uniform, held two telegrams in his hand, and stepped on the stairs with his flat heels, making a "click" sound.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Luke lazily say: "Let me guess, the Allies want me to lead an attack and go to Paris to stop Sieglind from advancing?"

"I remember two days ago, the Prime Minister said lightly that the Allies can withstand it for the time being, let us not have too much pressure."

The leader of the Strategic Science Corps was sitting by the window, his long legs resting on the edge of the window sill, and the chair swayed backwards, maintaining balance.

The afternoon sun shined in and fell on him.

The whole figure seems to be immersed in a warm pool, which makes people drowsy.

"I'm talking downstairs, can you hear it too?"

Carter put away one of the telegrams because Luke completely guessed the content.

The Allies finally couldn't support it, and decided to send their own Superman to give the Germans a good look!

No one thought that the Third Reich would take the initiative to launch an offensive, and the truce did not take long.

The speed at which the Holy General rectified the chaos and stabilized the situation was somewhat unexpected by the high-level Allied forces.

"Is there another one?"

The female agent had her hands behind her back, as if to prevent Luke from peeking.

"President’s commendation. After all, the only recent victory for the Allied forces was that I solved the'tank-class' soldiers in Berlin. If I hadn't stayed in London, Mr. President would definitely not wait to give me the rank of major general."

Luke closed his eyes and said.

The Allies desperately needed a victory to inspire people, and they needed a strong fighter to stop the advancement of the Third Reich.

As for the right candidate, there is no doubt that it is a young brigadier general who is basking in the sun.

Therefore, the White House feels that it must be taken seriously to avoid being taken advantage of by the British.

"You guessed right!"

Carter reacted in surprise.

The second telegram came from the White House.

"I have a lot of strengths you don't know, Peggy."

Luke finished his leisure activities in the sun today, stood up, and said: "It's time to see Steve. I hope he adapts to his remodeled body and can join me on the battlefield."

After these days of active training, "tank-class" soldiers have reached the combat standard.

Rogers of the "battleship class" is still testing, and it is temporarily impossible to determine whether he can participate in the battle.

"Ms. Stephanie said, Rogers adapts quickly."

Carter blinked, then paused and asked, "I just talked to Colonel Phillips for a while. He was a little worried about you."

"The Allies now have a new Superman, and your status may decline and you will no longer be valued as much as before."

Luke's eyes flashed, without showing any obvious emotions.

Regardless of the British Prime Minister and the President of the White House, they treat themselves very well.

This is just a special situation during the war. When the curtain falls and the smoke clears, the name of a war hero will be worthless.

However, Luke was prepared.

The achievements of the military leaders he met through Colonel Phillips will not be too low.

Coupled with the sufficient ability that he has shown, it shouldn't be a big problem to get rid of the brigadier general with a false name and get a real official position.

Luke thought it over, and after the war ended, he would reorganize the Strategic Science Corps and put it under his control.

This is the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., and the future development space is limitless.

As for the "Superman" that was made by the gang of drugs?

Luke has never taken it to heart. The low success rate of one in five thousand, coupled with the side effects of cultivation costs and shortening the life cycle, makes it difficult for them to be on the world stage.

What the military cares about is always weapons that can be mass-produced.

The "Blood of Warden" is the same as Tony Stark's steel armor, looking greedy, but it is totally unrealistic to promote it.

"No one can threaten my position, Peggy."

Luke smiled confidently.

He will let the allies see clearly that there is still a huge gap between Superman and Superman that is difficult to fill.

"Okay. It's really your style, Luke."

Carter shrugged, using the phrase circulated within the Strategic Science Corps, "You can always trust Brigadier Cavill."

In the eyes of many people, Luke is simply a legend who constantly creates miracles and surprises people.

No matter how unbelievable things are, speaking from his mouth can always make people feel that it is normal.

Even the members of the Strategic Science Corps have become accustomed to Luke's usual mantra, "Basic operations, don't be surprised", and use it as a classic line, often quoted.

Now as long as something unexpected happens, everyone can say it calmly, but it's just a basic exercise.

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Army camp outside London.

boom!

A huge explosion!

The blazing energy forms a circle of halo, which is released like a ball of lightning!

A Churchill infantry tank seemed to have been hit by several mines, and its sturdy steel body was suddenly overturned to the ground.

The fire burst into the sky, followed by a violent explosion.

When the strong air wave dissipated, only a pile of burning debris remained.

"This is the strength of the super soldier after it has been strengthened again?"

Luke, who was standing not far away, smiled. He saw Captain America slam out the shield forcefully, tearing the air into a sharp whistle.

A shell fired by another tank was directly knocked out.

Then Rogers ran wildly, a jump to catch the falling vibrating shield.

Using both hands, he smashed the tank's barrel abruptly!

"Yes, this is the'battleship class' soldier."

Stephanie, with her arms folded, looked at Captain America with a satisfied look, and whispered: "I have focused on strengthening Captain Rogers' physical fitness and weakening his energy attack. This can improve his survival rate on the battlefield, even when he is being attacked. If the cannon hits it head-on, there is also a chance of survival."

"The same goes for those'tank-class' soldiers?"

Luke's mouth twitched, which is exactly the rhythm of training Captain America as a meat shield.

The hardest beating, the thickest armor-sounded like Rogers.

After all, he had survived so many severe beatings since he was a child and survived tenaciously.

"Yes, I made them a veritable'tank'."

Stephanie pushed her glasses, and there were not as many Supermen on the Allied side as Berlin.

So you can only take the defensive route and try to hold on for a while.

"Nice idea."

Luke nodded and walked towards Rogers, who overturned two tanks in a row.

"How does it feel to be a Superman?"

He asked with a smile.

"I have never been better than I am now!"

Rogers said excitedly.

He felt a steady flow of power in his body, like a flood that burst a bank.

"Yeah, your pectoralis major is indeed stronger than before."

Luke couldn't help but glanced at it. It wasn't that he had some indescribable thoughts about Captain America.

It is the two pectoralis major muscles that are too ostentatious and eye-catching.

"You only noticed this?"

Rogers was disappointed.

He overturned two tanks just now!

"Otherwise? Punching tanks and kicking trucks. I did it long ago. It's not new."

Luke said solemnly.

He patted Captain America on the shoulder, indicating that you have a long way to go, brother.

The enemy now is just a super soldier of the Third Reich.

The crisis to be dealt with in the future may be alien races, dimensional demon gods, and universe overlords.

Those are not troubles that can be solved by vibrating the golden shield!

"Steve, get ready for the fight."

Luke looked at the glowing tank wreck and said softly: "We are going to Paris."