Superman

Luke stood at the door of his cell in a military camp in New Jersey.

"General, Victor Clyde is locked here. He is dangerous and has a strong aggressiveness."

The young officer behind him reminded.

The eyes he looked at Luke had a rather obvious look of worship.

For many soldiers, Superman is a great legend and a hero who ended the war.

Even recently, Luke turned down many interviews, reduced the number of public appearances, and focused on the work of SHIELD.

But his prestige is still increasing day by day, making contemporary young people regarded as idols.

"It's okay, open the door."

Luke smiled faintly. Wolverine's brother is a violent temper, which he knew for a long time.

The young officer took out the key and opened the iron prison door, letting in the afternoon sun.

He held the gun pouch around his waist in one hand and blocked it in front of the young major general to prevent any accidents.

"Victor Clyde, from Canada..."

Luke walked into the small, damp, dark cell, and a rotting stench and muddy air rushed over his face.

He couldn't help frowning slightly, and raised his hand to cover his nose and mouth to shield his senses of smell.

A tall man with a beard, rugged face and fierce temperament was sitting in the corner with heavy shackles on his hands and feet.

Several mice crawled on his shoulders, making "squeak" sounds.

Sweeping his gaze across the muddy ground, he could still see some pieces of flesh and blood.

A short-sleeved top with two strong arms, dense bullet holes are clearly visible.

"You were accused of killing a senior officer, so you were sentenced to several hours of shooting. Tell me, how does that feel?"

The tall figure blocked the warm sunlight squeezing in from the door, which made Victor who teased the mouse very upset.

He grinned like a beast, showing white Sensen's teeth and said: "To be honest, that makes me feel a little itchy."

"Really, I heard that you and James Howlett, your brother, are both extremely good soldiers. They participated in the Normandy landing and survived."

Luke continued.

The intelligence work of S.H.I.E.L.D. is very good, almost dug out the details of this mutant nicknamed "Saber-toothed Tiger.

To put it simply, he and Wolverine are half brothers, and the entire childhood experience is an extremely bloody family ethics drama.

Wolverine’s father was a Canadian businessman, and he was considered a successful career, but unfortunately, the gardener wore a green hat of forgiveness.

When he was out socializing for business, the gardener at home comforted his empty wife for the employer. He worked during the day and overtime at night, which was simply exhausting.

Later, the businessman who learned of this incident fired the gardener and chose to forgive his wife.

Unexpectedly, one night Logan, a drunk gardener, came to the door to make trouble and killed the businessman by mistake.

Little James, who experienced the pain of losing his father, stimulated his body's abilities and grew claws for bone formation.

He pierced the gardener's heart with the pair of sharp claws, but he did not expect that the other party was his biological father.

Later, it was the tragic story of the half-brother Victor, the saber-toothed tiger, fled with his panicked brother, and the two wandering around.

This pair of mutant brothers have extremely powerful self-healing ability, and they age slowly.

In order to find a way to die, or a more exciting life, the two served many times.

From the Civil War to World War I and World War II, they have participated in it, and they are veritable veterans of the Hundred Wars.

Due to the long time span, SHIELD did not investigate it so carefully. Part of it was Luke's supplementary to the plot in his mind.

"That's nothing, I have experienced more thrilling battles."

Victor the saber-toothed tiger curled his lips, looked up at the two silver stars on the other's epaulettes, and said with disdain: "General-you can sit in this position, did you lick whose ass? The president? Or the military. The gang can only command indiscriminately and give orders?"

The ability of self-healing, coupled with a long life, makes Victor the saber-toothed tiger look down on ordinary people.

From the outside, Luke is no more than twenty-five years old. How many wars has he participated in?How many dangerous scenes of life and death have you experienced?

At a young age and in a high position, what is the reason?

"Be more respectful, you cold-blooded beast who murdered the chief! Major General Cavill is a war hero awarded by the President. I don't know how much better than rubbish like you!"

The young officer who stood in front of Luke screamed, and nearly took out his pistol and punched the saber-toothed Victor in the head.

The name of Superman has long spread throughout the country.

Luke's own achievements are beyond doubt.

The idol is stigmatized, this can stand it!

"War hero... are you the guy Roosevelt and Churchill called Superman?"

Victor the saber-toothed tiger squinted his eyes, only then could he see the half-dark young face completely.

"There is a false name..."

Boom!

Luke took a step forward, passed the young officer, and raised his right leg expressionlessly.

Before the saber-toothed tiger Victor could react, the head was stepped into the concrete wall, smashing an obvious hole.

The army boots smashed the irritated and distorted face, no matter how hard the opponent struggled, they couldn't get away. Instead, blood stains were wiped out by the strength of Pei Ran.

"I admire those capable people and don't like to talk nonsense."

Luke stood straight and said in a flat tone: "You are a veteran who has seen war and killing, a beast who adapts to the laws of the jungle. It is inevitable that you will be a little bit rebellious. I can understand that."

"But it's better to distinguish the occasion, recognize the object, and show your paws, Victor."

The young major general pressed his foot against the saber-toothed tiger that was roaring low, and the opponent's hard skull seemed to be split.

Among the ten fingers, sharp nails comparable to sharp knives, tore the concrete, scraping clear marks, in order to vent the incompetent rage.

"I will tear your veins and let you die in wailing..."

Saber-toothed Tiger Victor gritted his teeth and said angrily.

Relying on his near-immortal body's self-healing ability and keen beast intuition, he has always been in battle without any disadvantage.

As a result, develop an impulsive, irritable, and bloodthirsty personality traits.

Simply put, he is a grumpy old man.

"I am very good at communicating with guys like you."

The corner of Luke's mouth raised slightly, and he let go of his right foot against the face of the saber-toothed tiger.

This irritable old man who suddenly got out of trouble, almost subconsciously stood up, his two sharp claws raised high.

Victor was very confident, as long as he was given one second, he could severely tear the fragile blood vessels in Luke's neck and taste the wonderful feeling of warm blood splashing on his face.

The bruised face and the blood stains from the rubbing have been restored as before.

It can be seen how powerful this strong body's self-healing ability is.

"It's too slow."

Luke shook his head. This guy is like an untamed beast. Fighting and fighting rely on instinct.

Meeting ordinary soldiers may be invincible, but facing a superman who uses the death knell "Master of Physical Skills" to gain proficiency, it is simply incomparable.

Snapped!

The retracted right leg was kicked out suddenly, and the air made a loud noise!

Like an iron whip, he slammed the violent saber-tooth tiger Victor.

The heavy body was like a cannonball, directly smashing the concrete wall behind.

Had it not been for the shackles on the hands and feet, I'm afraid this humanoid beast would fly far away.

"Ho ho..."

The saber-toothed tiger Victor spit out a bloody saliva, his breastbone collapsed as if hit by a heavy hammer.

Without the strong vitality of its own, coupled with the perverted effect of the self-healing factor, this mutant is afraid to die on the spot.

"Don't think that the injury will heal automatically. It is difficult to be killed and you can be arrogant. If you dare to show your claws to me next time, I will put you in a box, pour a ton of cement, and then throw it into the Mariana Trench ."

Luke walked up to the fallen saber-toothed tiger and smiled always kindly.

Hearing this warning, the irritable old man finally calmed down, with a touch of fear in his eyes.

Isn't it more uncomfortable than death to really fall to that point?

"Sorry... General! I shouldn't offend you!"

After struggling for more than ten seconds, the saber-toothed tiger Victor squeezed these words from his throat.

"well."

Luke nodded in satisfaction and said in approval, "It seems we have reached a consensus, Victor."