Superman

A few days later, the Royal Hotel in Paris.

Diplomats and representative teams from all over the world arrived at the hotel one after another.

Reporters from major newspapers were gathered outside, as well as melon-eaters who were joining in the fun.

The former was carrying a long gun and a cannon, and the camera's flashlight kept pressing, making a continuous "click" sound.

To use a cliché, today is a historic moment.

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

Those blue-skinned Atlanteans who lived underwater.

It's like a magnet, attracting everyone's attention.

As for the previous war?

Because it ended too quickly, and except for coastal cities in the United States, other places were basically unaffected.

To the British, the French, and people all over the world.

Naturally, you can pretend that nothing has happened and continue to have harmonious and friendly exchanges on an equal footing.

Just treat those unpleasant little things as chalk and erase them.

Anyway, it’s not you who suffers.

"Superman! Hurry up and take pictures!"

"Attend on behalf of the president! Big news!"

“I’ve already thought of the title! ‘War Heroes Arrive in Paris Today’!”

A black car parked in front of the hotel. The reporters saw the tall figure walking down and pressed the shutter hard.

At the same time, there was a warm cheer around, as if a big Hollywood star was making his debut.

In an instant, the atmosphere reached its peak!

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

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

"It doesn't matter how popular you are in New York, why are you still like this in Paris? Lieutenant General Cavell is a heartthrob - no wonder the president said this. If he was as popular as you, he would not be able to run for the next term.

No more suspense.”

"This is all the work of Colonel Phillips. I don't know whether it is a good thing or a bad thing to leave Superman's propaganda work to him."

Luke simply waved his hand, turned around and said.

Who knew, the cheers and applause from the crowd would become even more intense.

It's like a roaring mountain and a tsunami, coming towards you.

Among the extremely excited onlookers in the front row, there was an overly unrestrained young woman.

While calling Superman's name, she boldly lifted up her top, revealing the beautiful scenery.

There was another sound of the shutter being pressed.

The reporters' faces turned red, not only because of the sight of the young girl's firm breasts, but also because of the excitement of getting news materials.

"Shocked! The Superman of the Free Lighthouse Country actually had such a story with a naked girl"!

"Haha, I remembered, you were still the 'Liberator of Paris'. If I had known today, I would never have chosen to be a scientist. Einstein couldn't have let a woman expose her breasts to him."

Howard said half teasingly, half teasingly.

"But he can earn a thousand dollars for every minute he speaks on stage. This can be used to find twenty or thirty beautiful girls in the red light district of Paris and let them expose their breasts."

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

Behind his title of "Liberator of Paris", there is an interesting episode.

Although the French and Italians are neighbors, they have always disliked each other.

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

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

The French ridiculed this, ridiculing the Italians for only playing such boring word games. On the battlefield, they would do nothing but cook spaghetti and raise their hands in surrender.

However, Superman later 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."

He also claimed that it was French Marshal Leclerc who liberated the city with Superman, almost making the Italians next door laugh to death.

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

You know, Superman fought against the "battleship-class" soldiers of the Third Reich in Paris.

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

The level of funny is basically the same as throwing a shuriken at the First Hokage from 800 miles away from Kakuzu, and then bragging to everyone that he also fought against Senju Hashirama back then.

In response to this matter, the Italians later made up a lot of insulting jokes. When meeting acquaintances on the street, they would definitely make some lively jokes.

Many classic jokes that insult the law came from them.

"I think Colonel Phillips' propaganda work is very good. He made you a popular...culture around the world."

Howard, who was part of the entourage, said seriously.

"But the stories that have been circulated are so exaggerated that even after listening to them, I feel ashamed."

Luke shook his head. In order to gain prestige, he had handed over the propaganda work to Colonel Phillips who had taken a back seat.

Unexpectedly, the other party recruited a group of third-rate writers from nowhere and worked tirelessly to create fan fiction.

This later led to Superman fighting three hundred Aryan demons in Paris alone.

He broke into Berlin alone and fought with the mustached leader who transformed into the lord of hell for three days and three nights...

Stories like this are popular all over North America.

This then formed a cultural export and spread to Europe.

This is how the nickname Sorceress Piledriver came about.

The fight between Luke and Sieglinde and others has become more and more outrageous after being reprocessed by the people.

Although many newspapers have repeatedly refuted the rumor and issued announcements to correct this statement.

But the public who have the ability to think independently do not believe it at all.

There are also fans of Superman who have called and sent complaint letters, believing that this is slander and contempt for the war hero.

How can just three "battleship classes" reflect the power of Superman?

So, it must be three hundred!

Moreover, those "Aryan demons" are not tall and burly super soldiers.

He must be four or five meters tall, like a moving hill.

It has horns on its head, dark skin, and is ferocious.

When it opens its mouth, it can spit out the flames of hell and swallow flesh and soul alive, creating a terrifying appearance.

"That's the price of being famous."

Howard gloated.

"By the way, make sure you wait until the meeting is over and 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 walked into the elevator.

"See you in the afternoon. During this time, you can have some fun. Girls in Paris are very enthusiastic."

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

The length of the meeting, which lasted three days, and the participating and leading speakers were similar to the previous Yalta Conference.

It just adds some additional flag-waving and symbolic appearances from small countries that don't even have the right to vote.

"I would like to visit the Moulin Rouge and watch the dancers dance the cancan with their thighs exposed."

Howard reached out and pressed the button on the 22nd floor, but he made no secret of his thoughts on collecting information.

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

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

Just as the elevator door was about to close, one hand grabbed the gap in the middle.

"Sorry, someone else is coming."

An Asian face appeared in Luke's sight. The man was about thirty years old, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and had a good temperament.

"Lieutenant General Cavill? I should be right."

The Asian man who caught the elevator spoke 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, those participating in the peace summit also included the Divine Spear Bureau representing the East.

The man standing in front of him is the leader of the contemporary Divine Spear Bureau.

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

Zheng Xian was slightly surprised. The Divine Spear Bureau has always kept a low profile, and outsiders only knew his surname.

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

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

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched. Compared to SHIELD, which was still in the development stage, Spearhead was much better.

"Those are all trivial matters that cannot be brought to light. A while ago, Atlantis made waves along the coast, and we almost skewered them into lobsters... I was wrong, they were taken as prisoners!"

Zheng Xian blurted out, exposing Tianchao's foodie nature.

"Director Zheng is the only one in this peace summit?"

Luke asked softly with a good attitude.

"Well, there was originally a casual Agent Yan. He was good at using two guns. He was the ace of the Divine Spear Bureau. He liked to tell people whether there were bullets in the guns."

Zheng Xian didn't hide his thoughts and said with a smile: "It's just that some changes happened in the middle. Agent Yan had other tasks, so I was left alone."

Luke's heart moved so much that he could be allowed to be dispatched by the Spear Bureau?

That must be a big deal!