Marvel’s Superman

"..."

With "I Have a Dream", after completing a wave of classic chants, Luke struggled to restrain his strong urge to play the accordion.

no way.

The reputation value on the character panel has reached a peak again after this grand debut.

Right time, right place.

Superman instantly became the light of the right path, the beacon of the world.

Stop a runaway racial insurrection that is heading towards punishing Nathaniel Essex, a capitalist who represents the elite.

Then, with impassioned, powerful speeches, arouse the enthusiasm of the crowd and quell their anger.

In this way, he gained fame and, incidentally, announced the amazing news of Superman's return to the world.

Either way, it's a win-win result—not a win-win for both parties, but a unilateral win for Luke twice.

Being able to make such an important contribution, Mr. Omen will surely smile with satisfaction under Jiuquan, and die without regrets.

Luke thought so.

"Go back! Go back to your family, go back to your friends... All problems will eventually be resolved."

Superman returned to the top office of the Essex Tower while speaking specious and multiple interpretations of the scene.

The valuable dark carpet was covered with a puddle of sticky flesh.

Limbs, organs, like being put into a blender at full power, mixed into rich, visually intense pigments.

Only the enchanting ruby ​​remained intact.

Snapped!

The biological force field suddenly exerted pressure.

The ruby ​​was torn apart and shattered in an instant.

Luke, who is already the Supreme Mage, raised his hand and squeezed an illusory soul.

"Say hello to Mephisto for me."

With a kind smile on his face, he opened a teleportation portal with one hand.

He directly threw Mr. Omen's soul into it like throwing garbage.

Presumably, the old devil of hell will like this "quality asset".

Poor Mr. Omen, he didn't even have time to say the words to beg for mercy, so he directly 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 fun.

"What are you going to do next?"

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

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

"Essex Bio is not enough to be the target of the public's anger. Taking it to work can only temporarily quell the anger."

Luke smiled and said slowly.

"Take the president out later and leave the problem to the federal government. It's their fault anyway - I just need to get Kang the Conqueror."

Howard couldn't help but raised his thumb. He remembered the delicate relationship between the Irish gangster Luke used to be in and the Kennedy family.

Plus, the day of the general election is coming up.

Among them, there seems to be an article to do.

"Have you spoken to Kennedy?"

Howard asked curiously.

"how is this possible."

Luke laughed.

"If you want to talk, that's why he came to me, not me."

With Superman's reputation, if he stands for which party, there is no suspense in the general election.

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

But in Luke's eyes, the general election is just a script that can be formulated at will.

"I think a lot of partisan politicians who have ideas about the White House throne will come to me after this turmoil is over."

Luke laughed, he had no interest in these, only those who didn't go to the gambling table could become the real winner.

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

"Nathaniel Essex has gone to hell, there's only one last left."

Mr. Omen died under the iron fist of Superman.

Last time, Luke only shattered half of the opponent's body.

As a result, this guy with tenacious vitality can continue to engage in wind and rain in the future.

This time, he learned his lesson.

Not only the body is broken, but the soul is thrown into hell.

Funeral is a one-stop service from life to death.

The culprit that caused SHIELD to fall into a passive situation and the mutants were arrested has already been dealt with.

There is another one, waiting for Luke to settle.

"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 he was able to grasp such important news.

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

Luke shook his head and changed the conversation: "It's just that Mr. Omen called the White House before."

"I heard their conversation, and based on the content, I presumed that Kang the Conqueror might be somewhere in Washington, D.C."

Howard heard the words and was silent.

He was smart enough not to ask how Superman heard the conversation on the phone and how he searched the 178-square-kilometer Washington, D.C. area.

Refuse to give each other 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 full story explaining your disappearance and return."

Luke nodded and hung up.

boom!

then!

A figure rises into the sky!

...

...

It didn't take long for Luke to appear over Washington, D.C.

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

Superhuman senses, let go of restrictions and expand.

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

"I knew that it was uncreative to set up a secret base under the White House."

Luke complained about Kang the Conqueror's old-fashioned 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 directly smash into the White House like a cannonball, penetrate the ground, and pull out Kang the Conqueror.

This makes him look like a powerful villain, or a dangerous person.

Luke prefers low-key, stable problem-solving unless it is particularly necessary.

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

The only advantage of becoming an occult mage is that no matter where you go, you don't have to buy a ticket by car.

"So many clones."

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

A clone warrior with the same face stood in front of him.

Like a neat army, forming a solid line of defense.

"I smell your fear, Conqueror Kang."

Luke smiled lowly, like the ultimate villain who was sure to win, releasing a powerful pressure.

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

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

"Wait a few more seconds for you to write your last words?"

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

The monotonous mechanical voice was mixed with a hint of anger—

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

The almost exasperated growl made Luke laugh.

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

"Kang, why are you deceiving yourself?"

"You'll be expelled from this timeline anyway."

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

"So, you're dead, that's dead."

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

The terrifying pressure took shape in an instant.

Like a bomb detonated, those clone fighters who had not yet moved were all turned into flesh and blood.

Without resistance, the line of defense collapsed.

At the Heavenly Father level, such a vulnerable human sea tactics are meaningless.

Luke lifted his feet slightly off the ground, not stepping on the scarlet and pungent carpet of flesh and blood, and floated in front of Kang the Conqueror.

"Are you still struggling?"

He looked at the crippled brain soaked in the nutrient solution and laughed jokingly.

"You think it's over? I can't beat you, but someone can!"

After a few minutes of silence, Conqueror Kang let out harsh words, and he wanted to continue speaking, but Superman was impatient to listen.

Luke pouted, evaporating the brain with heat vision.

"Is there anyone else on this planet who can be my opponent?"

he thought so.

Who knows, when Luke took a step and was about to leave.

He frowned slightly, noticing that something was wrong.

The space is suddenly chaotic, and the phase shift is activated!

Almost instantly, Superman was in a musty-smelling enclosed space from Washington, D.C.

"here is……"

Luke glanced and got the answer.

Here it is, the ancient Egyptian pyramids.