Marvel’s Superman

A few days later, the Royal Hotel in Paris.

Diplomats and representative teams from all over the world arrived at the place where they stayed.

Outside, there were reporters from major newspapers, as well as melon eaters joining in the fun.

The former was carrying a long gun and a cannon. The flash of the camera was continuously pressed, and the sound of "click" was continuous.

To use the old-fashioned phrase, today is a historic moment.

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

Those blue-skinned, underwater Atlanteans.

Like a magnet, it attracts everyone's attention.

As for the previous war?

Due to the rapid end, and the exclusion of coastal cities in the continental United States, other places have been largely unaffected.

To the British, the French, and the peoples of the world.

Naturally, we can continue to conduct peaceful and friendly exchanges on an equal footing when nothing has happened.

Those unpleasant little things, just wipe them off as chalk.

Anyway, it's not yourself who suffers.

"Superman! Hurry up and take pictures!"

"Representing the President! Big news!"

"I've already thought of the title! 'War heroes arrive in Paris today'!"

A black car was parked at the entrance of the hotel. The reporters saw the tall figure walking down and pressed the shutter forcefully.

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

In an instant, the atmosphere climbed to its peak!

"I almost thought I was in Hollywood with James Dean sitting next to me."

Howard glanced at the surging crowd outside and said with emotion.

"You're so popular in New York, why did you come to Paris? Lieutenant General Cavill is a heartthrob—no wonder the president would say that. If he's as popular as you, the next election won't be worth it. No suspense."

"It's all the work of Colonel Phillips. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing to give him the promotion of Superman."

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

Who knows, the cheers and applause in the crowd became more violent.

Like a mountain and a tsunami, it rushed towards the face.

Among the excited front row onlookers, there was a young girl who was too unrestrained.

While calling Superman's name, she boldly lifted her shirt to reveal the beautiful scenery.

There was another sound of the shutter being pressed.

The reporters' faces flushed, not only from seeing the firm breasts of young girls, but also from the excitement of getting news material.

"Shock! The Superman of the Liberty Beacon Country had such a story with a naked girl!"

"Haha, I remembered, you are still the 'Liberator of Paris'. If I had known today, I would definitely not have chosen to be a scientist back then. Einstein couldn't have made a woman show him his breasts."

Howard was half-joking, half-joking.

"But he can easily make a thousand dollars per minute on stage. This can find twenty or thirty beautiful girls in the red light district of Paris and let them show their breasts."

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

There is an interesting interlude behind his title of "Liberator of Paris".

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

Before Luke became a general, he led the Howling Commandos to assist the Allies in landing Sicily and capturing the city of Rome.

Later, the name of Superman spread, and the Italians were thick-skinned, and directly called "the fall of Rome" as "the rescue plan that the Italians actively cooperated with".

The French ridiculed it more, ridiculing that the Italians would only play this kind of boring word game. If they really want to go to the battlefield, they will do nothing but cook spaghetti and raise their hands in surrender.

It's just that, later, Superman eliminated the "battleship-class" soldiers of the Third Reich in Paris, bringing World War II to an end. De Gaulle followed suit and called him "the liberator of Paris".

And it was said that the French Marshal Leclerc, who liberated the city with Superman, almost made the Italian next door laugh to death.

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

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

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

The level of humor is basically equivalent to throwing a shuriken at the first Hokage from 800 miles away, and then bragging about that he also fought against Senju.

In response to this matter, the Italians later made up a lot of insulting jokes, and when they met acquaintances on the street, they must say a few lively atmospheres.

Many classic humiliating jokes came from them.

"I think Colonel Phillips's advocacy work is on point, he made you a popular ... culture all over the world."

Howard, the entourage, said seriously.

"But those rumored stories are so exaggerated. I feel ashamed after listening to them."

Luke shook his head. In order to reap the prestige, he had given the publicity work to Colonel Phillips, who had taken a back seat.

It turned out that the other party did not know where to recruit a group of third-rate writers to work tirelessly on fan creation.

Later, what Superman was in Paris, fighting three hundred Aryan demons alone.

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

Stories like this are all over North America.

And then form cultural export, spread to the European side.

That's how the sorceress's nickname of the pile driver came about.

The fight between Luke and Sieglind 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 public with independent thinking ability does not believe it at all.

There are also Superman fans who called and sent complaints, thinking it was slander and contempt for the war hero.

How can the mere 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 top of the head is horned, the skin is dark, and it is ferocious.

It can also breathe hell flames with its mouth open, and it is a terrible shape that swallows flesh and soul.

"It's the price of being famous."

Howard gloated.

"By the way, you must wait until the end of the meeting to 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 stepped into the elevator.

"See you in the afternoon, and you can have some fun while you're at it. Parisian girls are very enthusiastic."

The peace summit will be held tomorrow at Versailles, in the Yvelines department, on the outskirts of Paris.

The length of the meeting, which lasted for three days, was similar to that of the previous Yalta meeting.

It just added some flag-waving, symbolic appearances, and a small country that does not even have the right to vote.

"I'd rather go to the Moulin Rouge and watch the dancers dance cancan with their thighs exposed."

Howard reached out and pressed down on the twenty-second floor, but he made no secret of his thoughts.

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

Luke smiled and said a movie meme that Howard wouldn't understand.

The elevator door was about to close, and one hand grabbed the gap in the middle.

"Sorry, there are still people to come."

An Asian face appeared in Luke's sight. The man was in his thirties, in a suit and leather shoes, and had a good temperament.

"Lieutenant General Cavill? I should be right."

The Asian man who catches 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 Divine Spear Bureau.

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

Zheng Xian was a little surprised, the Shenspear Bureau has always been low-key, and outsiders only know his surname.

Being able to call out his full name proves that the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. also knows something about himself.

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

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched. Compared with the still-developing S.H.I.E.L.D., the S.H.I.E.L.D. is much stronger.

"That's all trivial matters. A while ago, Atlantis was making waves along the coast, and we were almost strung into a lobster by us... I'm wrong, it was captured as a prisoner!"

Zheng Xian blurted out, revealing the foodie nature of the Celestial Dynasty.

"At this peace summit, there is only Director Zheng alone?"

Luke had a good attitude and asked softly.

"Uh, there was originally a casual Agent Yan. He was good at using double guns. He was the ace of the magic spear game. He likes to bet with people whether there are bullets in the gun."

Zheng Xian didn't want to hide his thoughts, and smiled: "It's just that there were some changes in the middle, and Agent Yan had another mission, which made me lose the order."

With a move in Luke's heart, he can actually be dispatched by the Divine Spear Bureau?

That must be a big deal!

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