Superman

At the Palace of Versailles, delegations from various countries entered the palace one after another.

The top ones are naturally the five gangsters... Bah! The 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 formal signing of the United Nations Charter.

This international organization, whose symbolic significance is greater than its actual significance, was formally established.

This is also the reason why Luke believes that he can start to establish a World Security Council and create a complete version of S.H.I.E.L.D. in advance.

"Are you ready? You are going to make the opening speech later. The whole world will see Superman and judge your words and deeds."

Howard sat listlessly in the back. After the brutal fight last night, he really felt like his body had been hollowed out.

Your body is like an overworked, overloaded machine.

Need to be more restrained.

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 script."

Luke acted calmly. It was the president who should have spoken out in this situation.

However, the latter gave him the job.

In less than a year, this lieutenant general has risen at an astonishing speed and has become a "mountain" that neither the White House nor the Pentagon dare to despise.

Achieving such achievements depends not only on its own strength, but also on the historical process and opportunities.

"Instead of worrying about my problems, you should think carefully about how your body, which is overindulged and weak, can cope with those hungry and thirsty sorceresses."

Luke's taunt made Howard suddenly alert.

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

"You think, should I let Stark Industries cross-border into the pharmaceutical industry?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Howard asked another question.

He, who had always been confident, showed hesitation and embarrassment for the first time.

After all, this is a weakness that is unspeakable for men.

"You want to do that?"

Luke was stunned for a moment, thinking about giving sildenafil to Howard, who was suffering from kidney overdraft in middle age.

He still somewhat remembered the molecular formula and synthesis method - he had seen a lot of cities in his previous life, and many protagonists made their fortunes like this.

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

Howard was disinterested and waved his hand.

The period of studying the drug is too long, and the distant water cannot quench the near thirst.

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

If you were like Luke and had a superhuman physique.

Or be like Rogers and become a super soldier.

How wonderful that would be!

Luke glanced at the speech and had no time to pay attention to Howard, who was secretly feeling sad.

If he knew that this guy wanted to become a super soldier just for the sake of the Night Queen, he would definitely be even more disgusted.

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

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

The reporters at the venue pressed the shutter hard and flashed their lights together.

Namor suffered a broken back and 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 to remove Namor from his position as king.

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

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

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

The various tribes under his control usually behave very docilely and there is nothing unusual about them.

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

No matter how you do it, kicking Namor away is the key.

"let's start."

Representatives from various countries exchanged draft peace agreements with each other, and the specific details have been discussed on Liberty Island.

Now, it's just a formality.

By the way, it is stated in front of the whole world that the human world has established diplomacy with Atlantis and reached preliminary exchanges of civilizations.

After the two parties took a brief look and confirmed that the terms were correct, Luke, as the opening spokesman, stood up and walked to the stage.

"Dialogue and reconciliation are the only way to peace. I am very happy to see that the ocean civilization represented by the Atlanteans and the land civilization represented by humans 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.

The black and white TV shows Luke's tall figure and stern face.

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

"See, this is Superman. He has become a hero and a great symbol in the eyes of the world."

In a mansion far away in London, a man with a sinister face and a deep voice looked at the picture on the TV and sneered.

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

The most eye-catching thing is the diamond-shaped ruby ​​on his forehead, which shines with a strange light.

"Then what can we do? 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 mutant on the planet.

One of several.”

Leaning on the sofa, the enchanting Black Queen Selene sighed.

"As a result, when the two of them joined forces, they were unable to defeat Superman, and even suffered a disastrous defeat! Moreover, his ability to resist magic is very high, and I couldn't gain much benefit from the last brief encounter."

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

"Will this damn Superman interfere with my plans?"

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

"Who knows. Sebastian Xiao provoked him because of mutants."

Black Queen Selene stretched out, revealing her beautiful curves.

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

"It can be said that this is an implicit desire for power."

"Tsk, tsk, so Superman is not as bright as he seems on the surface."

The tall man couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this.

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

The power of that guy has been verified by many people through bloody lessons.

"Nathaniel, are you afraid too? I thought that after facing the God of Mutants, your awe of the strong has been reduced a lot."

The Black Queen flirted with the other party intentionally or unintentionally, just like a crowd watching the fun and not taking it too seriously.

"Apocalypse is certainly the strongest creature I have ever seen. He is infinitely close to God, and my abilities were also given by him."

The tall man's full name is "Nathaniel Essex", and he is a radical genetics research expert.

In fact, he noticed mutants earlier than Bolivar Trask and Sebastian Shaw.

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

He and the Black Queen are both the elders of the mutant race.

Sebastian Xiao also has to consider himself a junior in front of these two people.

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

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

"So, I very much hope to maintain a peaceful state of affairs with him. As for the mutants, I don't care about their life or death."

The Black Queen was a little disappointed. She still wanted to encourage Mr. Omen to provoke a conflict between him and Superman.

"That's such a pity. I rarely have such a strong desire for a man and want to eat him in one bite."

The charming woman looked at the man on the TV, with two clusters of drunken blush rising on her cheeks.