Superman

A few days later, the Royal Hotel in Paris.

Diplomats and representative teams from all over the world have arrived at the place of stay.

Outside were reporters from major newspapers, as well as people eating melons.

The former was carrying a long gun and cannon, and the flash of the camera was constantly pressed, and the sound of "click" became a piece.

To use a cliché, today is a historic moment.

For the first time, human beings have come into contact with other civilizations and established stable diplomatic relations.

Those blue-skinned Atlanteans living underwater.

It is like a magnet, attracting everyone's attention.

As for the previous war?

Because it ended too quickly, and with the exception of coastal cities in the United States, other places were basically not affected.

For the British, the French, and the people of the world.

Naturally, we can continue to have friendly and equal exchanges as if nothing happened.

Those unpleasant little things, just erase them as chalk.

Anyway, it is not myself that suffers.

"Superman! Hurry up and take pictures!"

"On behalf of the president! Big news!"

"I have thought about the title!'War heroes arrived in Paris today'!"

A black car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, and the reporters saw the tall figure walking down and pressed the shutter vigorously.

At the same time, there was a warm cheering around, as if a certain Hollywood star appeared on the stage.

In a flash, the atmosphere rose to the top!

"I almost thought that when I was in Hollywood, James Dean was sitting next to him."

Howard glanced at the crowd blocking outside, and said with emotion.

"Never mind your high popularity in New York, why did you come to Paris? Lieutenant General Cavill is a heartthrob-no wonder the president would say that. If he is so popular with you, the next election will be nothing. No more suspense."

"These are all made by Colonel Phillips. I don't know if it is a good thing or a bad thing to entrust the promotion of Superman to him."

Luke simply waved his hand, turned his head and said.

Who knows, the cheers and applause among the crowd has become more intense.

Like a mountain whistling a tsunami, it rushes toward the face.

Excited and watching the crowd in the front row, there was a young girl who was too unrestrained.

While calling the name of Superman, she boldly lifted her coat to reveal the beautiful scenery.

There was another sound of pressing the shutter.

The reporters flushed, not only because of seeing the young girl's strong breasts, but also because of the excitement of getting news material.

"Shock!The Superman of Liberty Beacon has such a story with a naked girl"!

"Haha, I remember now, you are still a'Paris Liberator'. I had known that I would never choose to be a scientist back then. Einstein couldn't get a woman to show him his breasts."

Howard was half teasing, half teasing.

"But he can easily make a thousand dollars every minute of speaking on stage. This can be done in the red light district of Paris and find 20 or 30 beautiful girls to show their breasts."

Luke shrugged and walked into the hotel door surrounded by the driver and bodyguards.

Behind his title of "Paris Liberator", there is an interesting episode.

Although the French and Italians are neighbors, they are not used to each other.

Before Luke became a general, he led a roaring commando to assist the Allied forces in landing on Sicily and taking down Rome.

Later, the name of Superman spread. The Italians had a thicker skin and directly referred to the "fall of the city of Rome" as "a rescue plan that the Italians actively cooperated with."

The French ridiculed this, and ridiculed that the Italians would only play such boring word games. When they were on the battlefield, they would not do anything except cook pasta and surrender with their hands.

It's just that, afterwards, Superman eliminated the "battleship class" soldiers of the Third Reich in Paris, and put an end to World War II. Charles de Gaulle learned how to call him the "Liberator of Paris."

It was also said that the French Marshal Leclerc, the city liberated with Superman, almost made the Italian next door laugh.

This is roughly equivalent to a guy with a bank account balance of zero, saying that the assets of himself and Bill Gates together can exceed more than 90% of the rich in the United States.

You know, Superman was a "battleship class" soldier of the Third Reich in the Paris war.

Leclerc was hiding in Normandy with his armored division, anxiously waiting for news.

The level of amusement is basically the same as throwing a shuriken at the first generation of Hokage from eight hundred miles away, and then everybody brags that he also fought Senjuju back then.

In response to this matter, the Italians later specially compiled a lot of insults, and when they met acquaintances on the street, there must be a few lively atmosphere.

Many classic humiliating jokes are spread from them.

"I think Colonel Phillips has done a good job of propaganda. He made you a popular...culture all over the world."

Howard, as an entourage, said seriously.

"But the stories that have been spread are so exaggerated. I will feel ashamed after listening."

Luke shook his head. In order to gain prestige, he handed the propaganda work to Colonel Phillips, who had retired to the second line.

Unexpectedly, the other party did not know where to recruit a group of third-rate writers and worked tirelessly on fan creation.

As a result, what Superman was in Paris, fighting 300 Aryan demons alone.

Breaking into Berlin alone, fighting for three days and three nights with the mustache head of the hell lord...

Stories like this have spread all over the North American continent.

Then it forms a cultural export and spread it to Europe.

This is how the nickname of the Sorceress Piledriver came.

The fight between Luke and Zieglind and others has become more and more outrageous after the secondary processing of the people.

Although many newspapers have repeatedly refuted rumors and issued announcements to correct this statement.

But the people with independent thinking ability do not believe it at all.

There are also fans of Superman calling and sending complaints, believing that this is slander and contempt for the heroes of the war.

How can the three "battleship classes" reflect the power of Superman?

So, it must be three hundred!

Moreover, those "Aryan demons" will not be tall and burly super soldiers.

It must be four or five meters tall, like a moving hill.

The head has horns, and the skin is dark and vicious.

Opening his mouth can also breathe the flames of hell, devouring the terrifying shape of flesh and soul.

"This is the price of being famous."

Howard gloated.

"By the way, you are sure to wait until the meeting is over and show me those... exciting things."

He followed Luke to Paris, naturally not to participate in the peace summit.

"Of course. I never lie."

Luke nodded and walked into the elevator.

"See you in the afternoon. During this time, you can go and have some fun. Girls in Paris are very enthusiastic."

The Peace Summit will be held tomorrow at the Palace of Versailles in Yvelines, in the southwestern outskirts of Paris.

The length of the meeting was three days, and the participants and leading speakers were similar to the previous Yalta meeting.

It just added some additional flag-raising, symbolic appearances, small countries that do not even have the right to vote.

"I want to go to the Moulin Rouge and watch the dancers dance the Cancan dance with their thighs exposed."

Howard stretched out his hand to press down on the twenty-second floor, but he made no secret of his thoughts on collecting style.

"Then I wish you a pleasant experience. Remember, if you meet a beautiful dancer named Satine, please tell me."

Luke smiled, talking about movie stalks Howard would not understand.

The elevator door was about to close, grabbing the gap in the middle with one hand.

"Sorry, there are still people going on."

An Asian face appeared in Luke's sight. The man was about 30 years old, in a suit and leather shoes, with a good temperament.

"Lieutenant-General Cavill? I should have admitted it correctly."

The Asian man who caught up with the elevator speaks fluent English.

"Your Excellency must be... Director Zheng Xian."

Luke paused and said with a smile.

In addition to the United States, Britain, the Soviet Union, and France, participating in the peace summit also represented the Eastern Spear Bureau.

And the man standing in front of him is the leader of the contemporary Spear Bureau.

"Hehe, I didn't expect Lieutenant General Cavill to know my name."

Zheng Xian was a little surprised, Shen Spear Bureau has always been low-key, outsiders only know his last name.

Being able to call out his full name proves that the director of SHIELD also understands himself.

"On the Pacific battlefield, the Spear Bureau sent people to tear up the Neon Superman, which impressed me deeply."

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched. Compared with the S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau, which was still in the developing stage, the Spear Game was much stronger.

"That's all trivial things that can't be on the table. A while ago, Atlantis was making waves along the coast, and we were almost strung into lobsters... I was wrong, I was captured as a prisoner!"

Zheng Xian blurted out, exposing the heavenly food-eaters.

"At this peace summit, only Director Zheng is the only one?"

Luke had a good attitude and asked softly.

"Uh, there was originally a casual agent Yan. He is good at using double guns. He is the trump card of the Magic Spear Game. He likes to tell if there are bullets in the gun."

Zheng Xian didn't conceal his thoughts either, and smiled: "It's just that some changes happened in the middle. Agent Yan has another task, so I was placed in the order."

Luke's heart moved, so that he could be sent by the Spear Bureau?

That must be a big deal!