Marvel’s Superman

At the Palace of Versailles, delegations from various countries entered.

The top five are naturally the five hooligans... Bah! Five permanent members.

As early as the Yalta Conference, they had already planned the basic outline of the establishment of the United Nations.

Later, with the official signing of the United Nations Charter.

This international institution whose symbolic meaning is greater than its actual meaning was officially established.

This is also the reason why Luke thinks that he can start to get a World Security Council and get the full version of S.H.I.E.L.D. out in advance.

"Are you ready? You'll have an opening speech later. The world will see Superman and judge you for what you say and do."

Howard sat listlessly in the back. After the tragic fight last night, he did have a feeling that his body was hollowed out.

Your body is like an overworked, overworked machine.

Must be condensed.

Howard rubbed his sore waist and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Do I still have stage fright? Just read it according to the manuscript."

Luke was calm, an occasion that should have been the president's voice.

However, the latter handed the errand to him.

In less than a year, the lieutenant general has risen rapidly at an astonishing speed, becoming a "mountain" that neither the White House nor the Pentagon dares to despise.

To achieve such achievements, in addition to its own strength, it relies more on historical processes and opportunities.

"Instead of worrying about my problem, you might as well think about it, how can your overindulgent and weak body be able to cope with those thirsty, wolf-like sorceresses."

Luke's sarcasm made Howard suddenly vigilant.

He thought about it very seriously, and finally decided to cancel the Moulin Rouge trip tonight.

"You said, do I want Stark Industries to cross the border into the pharmaceutical industry?"

After a few seconds of hesitation, Howard asked another question.

He was hesitant and embarrassed for the first time in his confidence.

After all, this is a man's indescribable weakness.

"You're going to get that shit?"

Luke was stunned for a moment, thinking about whether to give sildenafil to Howard, who had a middle-aged kidney overdraft.

He still remembers molecular formulas and synthesis methods to some extent - he read a lot of urban novels in his last life, and many protagonists made their fortunes like this.

"Forget it, I'll still hire a fitness trainer and start working out hard."

Howard was stunned and waved his hand.

The period of the research drug is too long, and the thirst cannot be quenched by far.

At this moment, he realized the helplessness of being an ordinary person.

If, like Luke, he has a superhuman physique.

Or, like Rogers, become a super soldier.

How nice would that be!

Luke glanced at the speech, ignoring Howard, who was hurt.

If he knows that this guy wants to become a super soldier, just for the sake of the night royal number, and the golden gun will not fall, he will definitely dislike it even more.

A few minutes later, across from the long oval table that filled almost half the venue, the Atlanteans finally entered.

Wearing breathing helmets, these undersea people stepped into the gate and instantly became the focus of the audience.

The reporters at the venue pressed the shutter forcefully, and the flashes were connected together.

Because Namor suffered from the pain of a broken back, he was unable to move.

Therefore, the representatives attending the Peace Summit were replaced by the commanders of the three largest tribes: hammerhead sharks, killer whales, and seahorses.

At this meeting, they will jointly propose that Namor be removed from the kingship.

And, add this one to the terms of the agreement.

As for whether to send it to the guillotine, the three army commanders are still considering it for the time being.

The royal family of Atlantis has maintained its rule for quite a long time.

The various tribes under his hands are usually very docile, and there is nothing unusual.

However, when there is a power vacuum, some Atlanteans will inevitably be ready to move.

No matter what you do, kicking Namor is the key.

"let's start."

Representatives of various countries exchanged drafted peace agreements with each other, and the specific details have been negotiated on Liberty Island.

Now, just go through the motions.

By the way, it was shown in front of the whole world that the human world established diplomacy with Atlantis and reached an initial exchange of civilizations.

The two sides looked at it for a while, and after confirming that the clauses were correct, Luke, as the opening spokesperson, Shi Shiran got up and walked to the stage.

"Dialogue and reconciliation is the only way to peace. I am very happy to see the maritime civilization represented by Atlantis and the terrestrial civilization represented by human beings, both sides can come together..."

"As a pacifist, I sincerely hope that this is just the beginning, not the end. A glorious history will be created in our hands, and a bright future will be in our hands..."

"..."

The young man standing on the high platform, everything he said was transmitted to thousands of households in the form of radio waves.

On the black and white TV, Luke's tall figure and stern face appeared.

Every word that came out of his mouth was full of power, sonorous and powerful.

"See or not, this is Superman. He has become a hero in the eyes of the world, a great symbol."

In a mansion far away in London, a man with a gloomy face and a low voice sneered while looking at the picture on the TV.

The man was unusually tall, dressed like a tuxedo, and his hair was meticulously combed.

The most striking thing was the diamond-shaped ruby ​​on his forehead, which shone with a strange light.

"Then what can be done. Sebastian Shaw, he is an Alpha-level mutant. And Namor, who has the dual genes of Atlantis and mutants, can be said to be the most powerful on the planet. one of several."

Leaning on the sofa, the enchanting and charming black queen Selene sighed.

"As a result, the two of them joined forces, and they were unable to defeat Superman, and even suffered a fiasco! Moreover, his ability to resist magic is very high, and I didn't get any benefit from the short fight last time."

The man paced back and forth, looking at Luke on the TV from time to time, his face sinking like water.

"Will this goddamn superman interfere with my plans?"

After a while, he stopped and looked at the Black Queen.

"Who knows. Sebastian Shaw messed with him because of the mutants."

Black Queen Selene stretched out, revealing her beautiful curves.

"Superman seems to be very interested in mutants... No, more accurately, he seems to want to bring us under his jurisdiction."

"It's an implicit desire for power, so to speak."

"Tsk tsk, so Superman isn't as bright as he looks on the surface."

Hearing this, the tall man breathed a sigh of relief.

He has his own business to do for the time being, and doesn't want to be an enemy of Superman.

The strength of that guy has been verified by many people with bloody lessons.

"Nathaniel, are you afraid too? I thought that you have faced the god of mutants, and your fear of the strong has been greatly reduced."

The black queen provoked each other intentionally or unintentionally, just like the melon-eating masses who watch the fun and don't take it too seriously.

"Apocalypse is naturally the strongest creature I have ever seen. He is infinitely close to God, and my ability is also bestowed by him."

The tall man, whose full name is "Nathaniel Essex," is a radical genetics researcher.

In fact, he noticed mutants before Bolivar Trask or Sebastian Shaw.

Compared to his real name, Nathaniel Essex is better known as "Mr. Omen".

He and the Black Queen are both veterans of mutants.

Sebastian Shaw, in front of these two people, should also consider himself a younger generation.

"I am a scientist and believe in data. Judging from Superman's record, his strength is likely to be close to Apocalypse, not much worse."

Mr. Omen laughed in a low voice, like a night owl.

"So, I really hope to keep the well and the river in a peaceful state with him. As for the mutants, I don't care if they live or die."

The Black Queen is a little disappointed, she still wants to encourage Mr. Omen and provoke a conflict between the other party and Superman.

"That's a pity, I rarely have such a strong desire for a man, I can't wait to eat him in one bite."

The charming woman stared at the man on the TV, her cheeks rose with two blushes from drunkenness.