Superman

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

Through "I Have a Dream", after completing a wave of classic chants, Luke tried to curb his strong urge to play the accordion.

No way, whenever he said this famous line, he subconsciously wanted to imitate Mr. Chuan.

After this grand debut, the reputation value on the character panel once again reached a peak.

Appear at the right occasion at the right time.

Superman instantly became the light of the right way, a beacon on earth.

Stop an out-of-control ethnic riot and punish Nathaniel Essex, who represents the elite and is a capitalist.

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

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

No matter how you look at it, it is a win-win result-not that both sides win together, but that Luke has won twice unilaterally.

Being able to make such an important contribution, presumably Mr. Omen, under Jiuquan, would also smile contentedly and die without regret.

Luke thought so.

"Go back! Go back to your family, back to your friends...all problems will be solved eventually."

Superman returned to the top office of the Essex Building while talking specious and various interpretations.

There was a pool of sticky flesh and blood on that valuable dark carpet.

Limbs, organs, like being put into a full-powered mixer, mixed into richly colored, visually intense paint.

Only the strange ruby ​​remained intact.

Snapped!

The biological force field suddenly put pressure on it.

The ruby ​​fell apart and shattered instantly.

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 teleportation portal with one hand.

Throw in the soul of Mr. Omen directly like trash.

Presumably, the old devil of hell will like "quality assets" very much.

Poor Mr. Omen, before he even had time to say forgiveness, he took the lunch and fell into the hands of the devil.

"Come here to wash the floor."

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

"Next, what are you going to do?"

The scientific adviser who had been prepared for a long time touched his beard, and the matter was far from over.

The racial issues and class contradictions brought out by the representative "Bob" will not disappear just because of a speech.

"The Essex Biological Company is not enough to be the target of the public's anger. It can only temporarily calm the anger."

Luke said slowly with a smile on his face.

"Wait a moment to bring the president out, and then throw the problem to the federal government. It's all their fault anyway-I just need to get Kang the Conqueror."

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

Plus, the day of the general election is coming.

"Have 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 instead of me."

With the prestige of Superman, there is no suspense in the general election if he stands on the platform for which party.

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

But in Luke's eyes, the election is just a script that can be made at hand.

"I think that after this turmoil is over, many party politicians who have ideas about the throne of the White House will find me."

Luke laughed, he has no interest in these, only those who are not at the gambling table can become the real winners.

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

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

Mr. Omen died under Superman's iron fist.

Last time, Luke only shattered the other half of his body.

This led to this tenacious guy, who can continue to engage in trouble afterwards.

This time, he learned his lesson.

Not only shattered the body, but also threw the soul to hell.

The funeral is a funeral, from birth to death, one-stop service.

The culprit who caused S.H.I.E.L.D. into a passive situation and the mutants was arrested has already dealt with one.

There is another one, waiting for Luke to solve it.

"Can you find Kang the Conqueror and determine his location?"

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

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

Luke shook his head, and said, "It's just that Mr. Omen called the White House before."

"I heard their conversation. Based on the content, I guessed that Kang the Conqueror might be somewhere in Washington, DC."

Howard heard the words, silent.

He was very clever and didn't ask how Superman heard the conversation on the phone and how he searched Washington, DC, which is a full 178 square kilometers.

Refuse to give the other side the opportunity to pretend

"Then, I wish you success."

Howard held back for a long time and said 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.

boom!

then!

A figure rose to the sky!

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...

Before long, Luke appeared in the sky over Washington, DC.

Super vision sees the city in full view, and super hearing captures those tiny sound waves.

Superman's senses, let go of restrictions, and expand to your heart's content.

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

"I knew it, uncreatively setting up a secret stronghold underground in the White House."

Luke complained about Kang the Conqueror's old 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 directly like a cannonball, penetrate the ground, and pull out Kang the conqueror.

This will make him look like a powerful villain, or a dangerous man.

If there is no special need, Luke prefers to solve problems in a low-key and stable manner.

Swipe with your hand, magic sparks jump, forming a portal that cuts space.

The only advantage of becoming a occultist is probably that no matter where you go, you don’t need to buy a ticket by bus.

"So many clones."

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

The clone fighters with the same face stood in front of him.

It is like a neat army, forming a solid line of defense.

"I smell your fear, Kang the Conqueror."

Luke smiled lowly, like the ultimate villain holding a winning streak, releasing a strong pressure.

"If it weren't for the extreme fear, why would you think of sending out such cannon fodder and consumables."

"In addition to being crowded and powerful, they seem to have more visual impact, what else can they do?"

"Drag a few more seconds so that you can write your last words?"

The unbridled mockery angered Kang the conqueror who had only one brain left.

There was a trace of anger in the monotonous mechanical sound——

"How could I be afraid of you! I exist in many timelines, and even the Supreme Mage can't kill me, so what can you do?"

Luke was amused by the almost frustrated growl.

He likes to look at his opponent the most, showing this gaffe.

"Kang, why bother to deceive yourself."

"Anyway, you have been expelled from this timeline."

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

"So, if you die, you are dead."

Luke's eyes moved slightly, and the biological force field suddenly opened.

The pressure of terror took shape in an instant.

As if a bomb detonated, those clone fighters who had not taken any action were all turned into rotten flesh and blood.

At the level of the Father, such a fragile crowd strategy is meaningless.

Luke's feet were slightly off the ground, without stepping on the scarlet pungent carpet of flesh and blood, and walked in front of Kang the Conqueror.

"Are you still struggling?"

He looked at the torn brain in the nutrient solution and jokingly said.

"Do you think this is over? I can't beat you, but someone can!"

After a few minutes of silence, Kang the Conqueror uttered cruel words.

Luke curled his mouth, evaporating the brain with his warm eyes.

"Who else can be my opponent on this planet?"

Superman thought so.

Who knows, when he took a step and prepared to leave, the space was suddenly chaotic.

Phase shift started!

Almost instantly, Luke moved from Washington, DC, into a closed space full of musty smells.

"here is……"

He glanced around and found the answer.

Pyramids of ancient Egypt.