Marvel’s Superman

The wind is comfortable and the sky is clear.

The broad lawn, collectively known as the "Presidential Garden", is surrounded by hedgerows, shady trees, and the scenery is excellent.

There is also a pool in the center, with a fountain pouring like Yuzhu, several feet high and crystal clear.

The press conference was set at the South Gate, and major newspapers from New York sent reporters to gather here with long guns and short cannons.

Of course, these are officially sanctioned media.

The president, who was still promoting his daughter just now, walked to the front of the stage with great demeanor and talked eloquently.

With a calm and passionate tone, look back on the past of the United States and imagine a better future.

Forty minutes later, when the long and tedious official speeches were over, the reporters rallied and stopped the urge to doze off.

The camera is aimed at the young major general—the lieutenant general in a moment.

Put it in any newspaper in New York, who doesn't know that Superman is the hot news of walking.

As long as you take a photo and write a little gossip, you can increase the sales of newspapers in the industry.

The only pity is that since Luke travels on weekdays, he either takes the special car of the Pentagon or just fly over directly.

This makes it difficult for paparazzi to track, and almost no one in the industry has ever taken a photo of Superman, let alone unearthed a gimmick.

Except for some anonymous photographers-flying in the air, overlooking Berlin, and pushing the aircraft carrier, the two photos of the crowd cheering were written by different people.

I really don't know how they did it!

The reporters under the stage slandered.

"Is that guy named Hadrow Jameson, the young reporter from the Daily Bugle?"

Luke began to read according to the written speech, glanced at the members of the newspaper office below, and found a guy who was barely familiar.

According to the age, that rather clever young man may be the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle and the father of Jonah Jameson, the number one black fan of Spider-Man.

Frankly speaking, the whole process of the award ceremony is actually quite boring.

It is nothing more than to say some positive chicken soup for the soul, review the hard years before the United States, and emphasize the beacon spirit of freedom and democracy.

Then, interspersed with a few humorous jokes, used to liven up the atmosphere.

Finally, in a high and intense tone, make a concluding conclusion.

In essence, at the awards gala, the award-winning star thanked "CCTV", thanked "Mom and Dad", and thanked "everyone who supported me", it was a routine.

Luke's speech was relatively brief and finished in twenty minutes.

Next was the President's award, and the two shook hands and took a group photo.

On the surface, it seems bland, but in fact, it will be a hot topic in the newspapers in a few hours.

The superhuman creations that have gradually receded may become popular again.

I heard that the red light district of New York has also launched a special service of sorceress cosplay some time ago, which is specially aimed at those loyal fans who worship Superman.

Luke was not surprised by this.

The erotic industry in the lighthouse country has always been the most popular.

When the superhero blockbuster exploded, various Iron Man vs Mystique, Hulk vs Black Widow, Thor vs Loki... Wait, is there something strange mixed in?

Even during a presidential campaign, the publisher also launched a Blu-ray disc of Teacher Chuan and Hillary Clinton.

Ask Clinton's psychological shadow area!

"Mr. President, I have a meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club later. As for the family dinner, I will be there on time."

After stepping down, Luke casually greeted a few words, then said goodbye and left.

Before participating in the meeting, he walked over to Howard and whispered a few words into his ear.

The other party's expression ranged from reluctance to wavering, then refusal to welcome, and then to gladly accept it. The whole process took less than ten seconds.

"I believe that with your charm, there is absolutely no problem."

Luke patted Howard on the shoulder and encouraged.

Before long, he appeared in a small reception room in the Red Room of the White House.

"What about the rest?"

Luke, who quietly left the press conference, looked at the White Queen standing at the window.

"Still being inspected by the Pentagon. This is the White House, the most important center of power in the country, and no mutant has ever stepped into this place."

The White Queen's tone was complicated, and her mood was even more subtle.

Looking at the lively scene not far away, she thought that she would lead the mutants to officially appear in front of the world.

This is an unprecedented bold attempt and an important moment to change the future.

"Emma, ​​taking this step, you will face enormous pressure and shoulder heavy responsibilities."

Luke walked over and lost Sebastian Shaw's Hellfire Club, which can be said to be leaderless.

There are still a few people who are dissatisfied with the White Queen's supremacy.

They are all Xiao's loyal fans, the stalwarts of the radical faction.

So, Luke intends to hold a consultation meeting to have a friendly exchange with the gang.

This is also conducive to the subsequent cooperation of SHIELD.

"It was the first time I felt this insecure."

The White Queen folded her hands on her chest, and there was a trace of dazed emotion on her cold and arrogant delicate face.

It is unrealistic to expect a young girl in her twenties to carry the expectations of her compatriots and the goal of revitalizing mutants.

Even if it is, bringing over a bald professor of the same age, it may not be able to perform better than the White Queen.

Responsibility is arguably the most weighty word in the world.

It takes enough courage and enough perseverance to be able to shoulder it.

"Mr. Cavill...it should be called Mr. Lieutenant General now, you know? I used to be a very low self-esteem person because I didn't get any care from my family."

The White Queen felt touched, shrank her shoulders and lowered her voice: "My father perfectly interprets the image of a ruthless businessman, my mother abuses drugs and is addicted to alcohol every day, my brother is gay, my sister...Kyla likes to take the best She shows her side to outsiders, but she's actually not that good, and occasionally has bad moments."

"After I awakened my talents, I listened to their voices and sensed their most real emotions... It was a nightmare. When you found out that your parents, you wished the other party died, and they each had their own secrets, which really made People collapse!"

"Sounds like a tough time. Thankfully it's over and it's something to celebrate."

Luke leaned against the table and handed him a glass of bourbon.

"and after?"

He tried his best to act as a serious listener.

"I chose a boarding school. I cheated on my talent, changed my bad grades, and became the most popular girl in the school."

The White Queen took the wine glass, took a sip, and laughed to herself.

"After graduation, I may become a teacher. Because everyone thinks that I have special communication skills, I can always know everyone's personality and habits, and become friends with them."

"But it didn't take long for me to get tired of listening to my heart. Mr. Lieutenant General, can you understand how I feel? Everyone seems to be transparent, they are the worst, the most disgusting, the filthiest, and the most The real side, unabashedly appeared in my eyes."

"I was in school and I never dated any of the boys because I could read their innermost thoughts every time."

"I also don't have a good friend in the true sense. Their apparent enthusiasm cannot hide the cruel fact that they will call me 'bitch' and 'little bitch' behind their backs."

Luke laughed and acted as a spiritual mentor at the right time.

This is ironic, the mind of the psychic is full of holes.

"You have to learn to relax, Emma. Where in the world is there a pure and flawless beautiful mind, even a naive child will use hot water to wash down the ant nests and release their malice."

Luke slowed down and said softly.

“Reining in the urge to listen is what makes life exciting.”

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I always relax every time I chat with you."

After drinking the glass of bourbon, the White Queen restrained her expression, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly.

"It's probably because I can't guess what you're going to say. For me, lies are even rarer than truth."

A slender finger lightly tapped Luke's chest.

Like a tickling, he moved back and forth.

If you are an ordinary person, you may have to be careful.

Because, the White Queen can be diamondized.

Easily cut through the skin and tear apart the flesh.

A seemingly beautiful temptation may be a life-threatening move.

But Luke's expression remained the same, and he asked in a light tone, "Is this... seduction?"

"No, Lieutenant General, this is cooperation."

The white queen's frowning brows stretched out, and her delicate face like an iceberg smiled sweetly: "As you said before, verbal promises cannot be trusted, and contracts on paper can also be torn up."

"In this case, I think instead of slowly building trust and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, it is better to use a deeper way to increase mutual understanding."

"what do you think?"

Glancing down at the stunning whiteness, Luke shook his head and said, "This is not a suitable battlefield."

"Mr. Lieutenant General, look at the group of people outside. Among them are the president, officials in the cabinet, and generals in the Pentagon. They are all at the top of the power pyramid."

The White Queen's smile became stronger and stronger, as if she had let go of some kind of restraint and let herself go.

"Don't you think that in such a formal occasion, it is more... exciting?"

Luke took a deep breath and suppressed the impulse in his heart.

Most of the time, he kept his sanity and avoided being swayed by impulsive emotions.

"I like being proactive, Emma."

Luke held the finger that was fiddling on his chest and said in a serious tone: "I don't like being led away. Even if I really want to have an in-depth exchange, when and where, it should be decided by me."

The White Queen seemed a little disappointed and withdrew her teasing fingers.

Before Luke could breathe a sigh of relief, she leaned back, half lying on the large desk.

"Now, the White House, can I, Mr. Lieutenant General?"