Superman

The breeze is comfortable and the sky is clear.

The broad lawn, collectively referred to as the "Presidential Garden", is covered with shrubs like hedges and trees, and the scenery is excellent.

There is also a pool in the center, and the fountain is pouring like polygonatum, which is several feet high and crystal clear.

The press conference was scheduled to be at the South Gate, and major newspapers from New York sent journalists to gather here with guns and guns.

Of course, these are officially recognized media.

The president, who was still selling his daughter just now, walked to the front of the stage with great demeanor and talked freely.

With a calm and passionate tone, I look back on the past of the United States and imagine a bright future.

Forty minutes later, when the lengthy and tedious official speech was over, the reporters cheered up and stopped the urge to fall asleep.

The camera was pointed at the young major general-wait for the lieutenant general.

Put it in any newspaper in New York, who does not know that Superman is a hot news spot.

As long as you post photos and write some gossip, you can increase the sales of newspapers.

The only pity is that because Luke travels on weekdays, he either takes the Pentagon's special car or flies directly over.

This makes the paparazzi very difficult to track, and almost no one in the industry has ever taken photos of Superman, let alone unearthed gimmicks.

Except for some anonymous photographers-flying in the air, overlooking Berlin, there is also a hand-pushing aircraft carrier, the two photographs cheered by the crowd, were written by different people.

I really don’t know how they did it!

The reporter in the audience sneered.

"That guy is Hadlow Jameson, a young reporter from the Daily Horn?"

Luke started reading according to the written speech, and randomly glanced at the newspaper members underneath, and found a guy with a barely familiar face.

According to the age, that very clever young man may be the editor-in-chief of the Daily Horn and the father of Jonah Jameson, Spider-Man's number one black fan.

Frankly speaking, the whole process of the award ceremony is actually very boring.

It's nothing more than putting on some positive spiritual chicken soup, looking back at the hard years before the United States, and emphasizing the beacon spirit of freedom and democracy.

Then, interspersed with a few humorous jokes to activate the atmosphere.

Finally, with a high and fierce tone, make a concluding conclusion.

In essence, it is a routine for the award-winning stars to thank "CCTV", "Mom and Dad", and "all those who support me" at the awards show.

Luke's speech was relatively brief, and it was done in 20 minutes.

Next is the president’s award, and the two shook hands for a group photo.

On the surface, it looks ordinary and unremarkable, but in reality, it will be in the newspaper in a few hours, and it will cause another heated discussion.

Superman's creation, which is gradually retreating, may be popular again.

I heard that in the red light district of New York, some time ago, a special service for the cosplay of Sorceress was launched, specifically for those loyal fans who adore Superman.

Luke was not surprised by this.

The erotic industry in the lighthouse country has always been the hottest.

When the superhero blockbuster hits the spotlight, all kinds of Iron Man vs. Magi, Hulk vs. Black Widow, Thor vs. Loki... etc. Is there something weird mixed in?

Even during a certain presidential campaign, the publisher also released Blu-ray discs of Mr. Chuan vs. Hillary.

Seeking Clinton's psychological shadow area!

"Mr. President, I will have a meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club later. As for the family dinner, I will attend it on time."

After stepping down, Luke greeted a few words casually, then left.

Before participating in the meeting, he walked to Howard's side and whispered a few words to his ear.

The other party's expression went from reluctance to vacillation, and then refused to welcome it until he accepted it. The whole process took less than ten seconds.

"I believe that with your charm, there is absolutely no problem."

Luke patted Howard on the shoulder, encouraging.

Before long, he appeared in the small reception room in the Red Room of the White House.

"What about the rest?"

Luke, who quietly left the press conference, looked at the White Queen standing at the window.

"Still being inspected by the Pentagon. This is the White House, the most important center of power in the country. No mutant has ever stepped into this place with integrity."

The White Queen has a complicated tone, and her mood is even more subtle.

She looked at the lively scene not far away, thinking that she would lead the mutants to formally appear in front of the world.

This is an unprecedented bold attempt and an important moment to change the future.

"Emma, ​​with this step, you will face tremendous pressure and shoulder heavy responsibilities."

Luke walked over and lost the Hellfire Club of Sebastian Shaw. It can be said that there is no leader.

There are still a few people who are dissatisfied with the white queen's superiority.

They are all Xiao's loyal supporters and hardcore radicals.

Therefore, Luke intends to hold a consultation meeting to have a friendly exchange with those people.

This is also conducive to the subsequent cooperation of SHIELD.

"For the first time, I have this feeling of inconfidence."

The White Queen put her arms around her chest, and there was a dazed emotion on her cold and proud face.

It is unrealistic to expect a young girl in her twenties to bear the expectations of her compatriots and the goal of revitalizing mutants.

Even if it is, if the bald professor of the same age is brought over, it may not be better than the White Queen.

Responsibility can be said to be the heaviest word in the world.

It takes enough courage and perseverance to be able to bear it.

"Little Cavill... Lieutenant General, do you know? I used to be a very inferior person because I didn't get any care from my family."

The White Queen shrank her shoulders, her voice lowered: "My father perfectly interprets the image of a cold businessman, my mother abuses drugs, and is addicted to alcohol every day. My brother is gay, sister...Kayla likes to put the best She is shown to outsiders, but she is actually not that good, and occasionally she is bad."

"After I awakened my talents, I listened to their hearts and felt their truest emotions... It was a nightmare. When you found out about your parents, you could not wait for each other to die, and each has a shameful secret. People collapse!"

"It sounds like a very difficult time. Fortunately, it's all over. It's worth celebrating."

Luke leaned against the table and handed a glass of bourbon to him.

"and after?"

He did his best to act as a serious listener.

"I chose a boarding school. Using my talent to cheat changed the fact that I had poor grades and became the most popular girl in school by the way."

The White Queen took the glass, took a sip, and laughed at herself.

"After graduation, I may become a teacher. Because everyone thinks that I have special communication skills and I can always know everyone's personality and habits and become friends with them."

"But it didn't take long for me to get tired of listening to my heart. Mr. Lieutenant General, can you understand how I feel? Everyone is transparent. They are the worst, the most disgusting, the dirtiest, and the most The real side appeared in my eyes without concealment."

"I never dated a boy in school, because I could read out their innermost... dirty ideas every time."

"I don't have a good friend in the true sense. Their enthusiasm on the surface cannot conceal the cruel fact that they will be behind them and scold me as a'bitch' and a'little bitch'."

Luke laughed and became a spiritual mentor at the right time.

This is ironic, the inner heart of the mentally capable person is actually riddled with holes.

"You have to learn to relax, Emma. Where there is a pure and flawless beautiful heart in the world, even innocent children will use hot water to destroy ant nests and release their own malice."

Luke slowed down and said softly.

"Restrain the urge to listen, so as to make life exciting."

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I always relax every time I chat with you."

After drinking the glass of bourbon, the white queen converged on her redundant expression, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"This is probably because I can't guess what you are going to say. To me, lies are even more rare than truth."

A slender finger gently touched Luke's chest.

Tossing back and forth like itching.

The other long straight leg rubbed against the crotch.

If you are an ordinary person, you may want to beware.

Because the White Queen can be diamondized.

It can easily cut through the skin and tear the flesh and blood.

The seemingly beautiful temptation may be a life-killing act.

But Luke's expression remained unchanged, and he asked indifferently, "This is...seduce?"

"No, Mr. Lieutenant, this is cooperation."

The white queen's frowning eyebrows stretched out, her delicate face like an iceberg smiled and said: "As you said before, verbal promises cannot be trusted, and paper contracts can be torn."

"In this case, instead of slowly building trust and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, it is better to use a deeper way to increase mutual understanding."

"what do you think?"

Looking down at the stunning whiteness, Luke shook his head and said, "This is not a suitable battlefield."

"Mr. Lieutenant General, look at the group of people outside. Among them are the president, cabinet officials, and Pentagon generals. They all stand at the top of the power pyramid."

The white queen's smile became stronger, as if she was letting go of some kind of shackles.

"Don't you think it's more... exciting on such a formal occasion?"

Luke took a deep breath, restraining his inner impulse.

Most of the time, he stayed sensible and avoided being influenced by impulsive emotions.

"I like to take the initiative, Emma."

Luke held the finger that fiddled on his chest, and said in a more serious tone: "I don't like being led. Even if I really want to communicate in depth, when and where, this should be up to me."

The White Queen seemed disappointed, withdrawing her provocative fingers.

Before Luke could breathe a sigh of relief, she leaned back, half lying on the large desk.

"Now, the White House, can you, Mr. Lieutenant General?"