Marvel’s Superman

Although there is some objection to the outcome of the battle.

At the same time, there is a trace of dissatisfaction with Luke's decision.

But in the end, Covenus chose to accept it wisely.

On the bright side, at least his bottom line didn't break through.

Marcus is still alive.

Even if the bat wings are torn off, the strength is greatly damaged, and it falls back to the elder level.

At least lives are saved!

"So, it is very important to have a father who can be a backer."

Looking at Covenus who packed and took Marcus away, Luke couldn't help but sigh.

Victor, who had no background, ended up being burnt to charcoal by his heat vision.

"I thought Master, you would get rid of Marcus."

Serena, who successfully got rid of the curse of sunlight, became accustomed to this unspeakable name.

"You have to save some face for others. Covenus has a good attitude, and there is no need to be aggressive."

Luke shook his head.

Marcus is not threatening.

His purpose is only to help Serena up.

Then pack the vampires of the Corvinus family and bring them back to the North American continent.

At that time, throw it to big cities such as New York and Detroit.

Fight and consume with the pure-blooded descendants of Duke Dracula, as well as the "Happy Clan" who are rapidly expanding at the bottom.

This is equivalent to knocking a nail into the dark world, so that the future S.H.I.E.L.D. can intervene.

The proposal of the Magic Congress is temporarily in the expected construction state.

It will take quite a long time for it to be fully realized.

I don't know what Covenus found, the Magic Congress he was looking forward to.

In fact, it's just a big pie drawn by Superman. What do you think in your heart?

"Go and receive your clansmen, your forces. Bring them all to the North American continent and open up new territories!"

Luke ordered.

"Get rid of the curse of sunlight, this should be an irresistible quid pro quo for you."

Serena nodded in agreement.

She couldn't wait to welcome the dawn and witness the sun rise.

This vampire female warrior is about to forget what warmth feels like.

"Also, ask the hotel manager to replace the glass for me."

Luke ordered.

He doesn't like rooms with air leaks from all sides.

"It might be a little troublesome, it's getting late, and it's a matter of tomorrow to change it."

Lucian interjected.

He had long since returned to human form, and the pierced shoulder had healed perfectly.

"It's better to ask the hotel to change to a suite, or in other words, Your Excellency Lieutenant General can sleep in the next room and rest for a while."

The wolf clan leader made a serious suggestion.

However, the meaning of it is not very serious.

Because, next door is the room where Serena lives.

"For all the subordinates in the world, it's a routine to please the boss?"

Luke was stunned for a moment, and muttered silently.

No way, whoever called Lucien's operation is a bit too familiar.

The same was true of Alessandro, who was the head of the mafia back then.

"Oh, how could Superman be seduced by beauty."

Like Cap's possession, Luke looked calm and upright.

"Don't bother, I'll go to the second bedroom."

He likes to walk the heart, not the kidney.

After all, the former unlocks more poses.

The same game, always exploring different ways of playing, can keep it fresh.

Serena, who did not speak with a cold face, heard the answer.

His face softened slightly, but his eyes were slightly lost.

Women are such complex creatures, they hate men who are too interested in themselves, but they hate men who are completely uninterested in themselves.

Serena glared at Lucian, who had bad intentions, and immediately had a wonderful illusion that Lieutenant General Cavill was a decent person.

The last one thought so, and rolled the sheets together within a few days.

"It's late at night, let's rest."

Luke waved his hand.

He never saves fatigue and stress for the next day.

So, get four to five minutes of sleep every day—that's more than enough sleep for Superman.

...

...

A few days later, Luke set foot on New York soil.

He was followed by a tired-looking Howard with two heavy dark circles under his eyes.

Talking is forceful and breathless, as if the body was hollowed out.

In fact, it does.

After seeing vampires and werewolves, Howard seemed to have found a new interest.

Especially after Luke gathered the Covenus family, in order to get rid of the psychological shadow, it was not a problem for him to use the name of Superman to get a few vampires.

It's just that this guy has a unique vision and hits Elder Amelia, who was torn off by Luke's bat wings.

They are vampires who have lived for hundreds of years

Howard laughed.

The pride is evident.

"Tell you a cruel truth."

Luke, who got off the plane, raised his mouth slightly and said softly.

"Low-level vampires can be controlled, but high-level vampires are deeply affected."

"Do you have Amelia's bite marks on you? Or, has she ever had the urge to eat you?"

Luke's sentence was more heart-wrenching than a sentence, and tons of crit damage poured into Howard's fragile mind.

His original smile instantly froze.

"If none of the above actions happened, then it's probably just a simple compliment, don't take it too seriously."

Seeing Howard's face changing quickly, Luke achieved his goal and comforted him insincerely: "Don't be too sad, the races are different, your... strengths become weaknesses, which is normal."

"You make me want to strangle you!"

Howard's happy mood turned into depression.

Thinking of Amelia's praise and admiration, it's all acting.

He couldn't help feeling sad and began to doubt himself.

Could it be that women who have had romantic encounters and beautiful encounters with themselves before, they are all...

Once the thoughts diverge, they cannot stop.

Howard got into the housekeeper's car with mixed feelings, he was silent for a moment, and asked, "Jarvis, do you think I'm like the kind of... rookie who can't satisfy others? I mean, is it possible that a woman will Because you are rich, I deliberately flatter you and praise you..."

"Sir, I can't judge your..."

Jarvis, who was driving in the front, replied in a straight-forward manner: "Although I am British, I don't know enough about men."

"Just, judging from your physical condition, I think you need to rest for a while, and proper abstinence will help restore your energy."

Hearing the butler's euphemistic reminder, Howard slumped in the back seat as if he had an answer, his eyes losing luster.

"I'm fed up with the rainy weather in Paris, at least there's still sunshine in New York."

After Luke beat Howard to the point of doubting his life, he also got into the car that came to greet him.

"You are two days behind your scheduled return date."

The driver of the car was Carter, who looked bright in a white blouse and a bright red skirt today.

"Having dealt with some other issues and wasted time."

Luke smiled slightly.

"Fortunately, the ending was very happy, and I hooked up with Alexander Covenus, and packed European vampires and werewolves into North America, and let them consume them with Dracula's pure-blood descendants, so as not to mess up New York. "

"The trade channel for Atlantis has also been finalized, and the establishment of the World Security Council has begun to be put on the agenda."

"The most unexpected gain is the Divine Spear Bureau."

"For providing the whereabouts of the Hand, Zheng Xian owes me a favor."

"When S.H.I.E.L.D. officially enters the world stage and handles international relations, the help of S.H.I.E.L.D. will be very useful."

With his eyes closed, Luke took stock of the plentiful fruits plucked during the peace summit.

"I heard you were in Paris, meeting new women, or a vampire?"

Carter, who was holding the steering wheel, seemed to say casually.

"That's all rumors. Speaking of which, it's all Howard's fault. He has to go to the Moulin Rouge..."

Luke's expression remained unchanged, and he sold Howard, who was called a brother, with a backhand.

Anyway, the reputation of the other party has always been very bad, and it doesn't matter if there is more black history.

"It fits his style."

After listening to Howard's unfortunate incident in Paris, Carter's mouth has a little more smile.

"By the way, a sanctuary mage dressed as a monk found S.H.I.E.L.D. a few days ago and said that when you come back, be sure to go to the New York Sanctuary."

"There seems to be something wrong with Kama Taj."