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"Thank you for your kind words, I can't accept this."
In the study, Luke sat in a chair and waved his hand to refuse the cigar handed over by the President.
As many people know, the Lieutenant General didn't have any bad habits.
He doesn't smoke, and the wine was only superficial.
The only thing that deserves criticism was probably his private life.
But this little fault, in young people and high society, was really insignificant.
Even the nominal leader of the country, the President in the White House, may not have a much better private life.
Not to mention the Pentagon's Lieutenant General.
"Well, it's good to have good habits. Few young people are like you, actively refusing small habits that destroy their bodies."
Instead of being annoyed, the President complimented him.
"Yes, I am very conscious of my personal health."
Luke smiled slightly, he would do some warm-up exercises every day before going to bed to promote blood circulation.
Then go on sleeping until dawn, never leaving the fatigue and stress until the next day.
Like Malèna, Peggy, Emma the White Queen ...
All the women who have spent the night with him have said that the Lieutenant General's lifestyle was very normal.
"This is one of the few personal hobbies I have. I can't change it all at once, and I don't want to change it. The smell of tobacco helps me calm my mind and concentrate on my thoughts."
The President took a fine cigar out of the box, played with it for a moment, and lit it patiently with a long match, showing how much he enjoyed the process.
"This box was given to me by Churchill. We share a common taste in cigars. Despite my personal doctor's advice to cut back on tobacco and alcohol, most of the meaning in our short lives would be lost without cigars and whiskey."
Luke nodded. Although he wasn't interested in tobacco and alcohol, it was because he had other hobbies.
"The Prime Minister also gave me a box. I'll bring it over another day and give it to you, Mr. President."
He wondered if Churchill gave cigars to everyone, as the late Roosevelt was said to have received them as well.
"That's a shame."
The President chuckled twice, then lowered his voice and said, "Don't let Bess know, she doesn't like me smoking cigars."
"That's for sure. It's a secret between men."
Luke winked and replied quite eloquently.
A few minutes later, after the small talk was over, the conversation was back on track.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. has received intelligence that the Soviet Union has been making frequent moves recently. Not only are they developing a nuclear industry, but they are also planning to revive the World War II Super Soldier program -- as far as I know, they have a secret organization called 'Leviathan' that is actively recruiting biologists to produce superior soldiers."
In order to delay time as much as possible and create opportunities for Howard.
Luke opened his mouth and talked about the latest developments in the Soviet Union.
The President sitting across the table wasn't a mediocre politician.
On the contrary, he was very ambitious and aggressive.
After the end of World War II, the President who entered the White House was the first to put forward the strategic goal of seeking global hegemony.
The defeat of the Axis countries was tragic, coupled with the weakening of the British and French recession.
Relying on the developed military strength and economic accumulation, the Bald Eagle began to covet the throne of world domination.
If Atlantis hadn't come out of nowhere, the White House and the Pentagon wouldn't have been temporarily blocked from interfering in the domestic affairs of other countries and from implementing global expansion.
At this time, perhaps the bipolar pattern would have been formed.
"Lieutenant General Cavill, the Red Empire really deserves vigilance. They may be the biggest enemy!"
The President exhaled a mouthful of smoke and spoke with a grave face.
"Sometimes I am amazed at the strength of these people's beliefs and their ability to act out of their collectivism."
The winner of World War II wasn't just the silently developing United States, but also a Red Bear of Siberia.
Among the four countries of the Yalta Conference, the other country that entered the world stage and showed its mysterious power was China.
That was an unopened branch, which wasn't included in the world map for the time being.
"I'll have to ask you, Lieutenant General Cavill, about the Peace Summit in a few days and the distribution of benefits from Atlantis."
The President put down his cigar and solemnly said, "The future of the United States belongs to young people like you."
Luke smiled. He didn't want to be the new generation that replaced the old generation. It was easy to end up as a victim, shot down on the beach.
The bright future of the land of the free clearly belonged to an unborn real estate tycoon.
That's the best person to make America great again in his lifetime -- with his a squinty-eyed pervy smile.
For the next 40 minutes, the two of them stayed in the study and talked a lot.
During that time, the President also asked Luke if he was interested in going to Moscow.
The most important thing was that, when the two sides started a third war and the Soviet Union launched a nuclear bomb, was he confident enough to intercept it?
Luke was naturally evasive and vague about such questions.
He's not Dr. Manhattan from the studio next door. He's not interested in any humanoid nuclear deterrence.
"Let's call it a day, Bess' T-bone steak should also be ready."
The President extinguished the cigar in his hand, waved his hand to disperse the smell of tobacco, and pushed the door out with a smile.
Then, he saw a very unsettling scene.
In the living room, Howard sat on the sofa, surrounded by the President's wife and daughter.
He appeared to say something funny, which made the other two people cover their mouths and laugh, the atmosphere was quite harmonious.
"This is ... what's going on?"
The President looked confused and had mixed feelings.
Somehow it felt like the old farmer next door had raided his own wife and daughter.
Originally, he admired Howard's talent, and Stark Industries was also an important defense contractor for the Pentagon.
But now, the President was looking at the mustached man who was squeezing his eyebrows and trying his best to be funny. The more he looked at him, the more he hated him.
"What are you talking about? I could hear the laughter in the study."
The President asked in a dry voice, holding back his anger.
"Mr. President, I just said something about myself when I was in England."
Howard cleared his throat and spoke in a serious tone, "I used to live in London, before the war started. For a time, I wanted to grow a beard in order to show my masculinity. As a result, the owner of the inn laughed at me and said, 'Ha, your chin is just like my wife's before she shaves'. He said so at that time, it was really rude."
"Then how did you answer?"
Luke picked up the joke like an assisting audience member.
"I looked in the mirror and nodded my head, 'Well, you're right, it does look like that,' and then the innkeeper walked off proudly."
(Translator: I have no control over this cringe, there's so many things not okay with this joke, no... this whole chapter. God help me...)
Howard spoke seriously, as if it really happened.
The President's wife sitting next to him laughed out loud.
Women were always more receptive to colorful jokes than young girls.
"Mr. Stark has a rich experience."
The President smiled rather than laughed, and was very dissatisfied with his wife sitting so close to Howard.
"What else is interesting? I'd like to hear about it, too, to gain some insight."
"In London, the innkeeper was the same, and his wife was usually the assistant of the theater magician. Once, he came home early and found his wife naked and standing in the bedroom."
Howard stroked his moustache, and beautifully imitated the movements and tone of voice, and spoke seriously, "The innkeeper was puzzled, and then asked questions, and his wife stammered, not knowing how to explain."
"Later, under the innkeeper's questioning, his wife said she had recently learned a magic trick, and then shouted, 'abracadabra' and the magician, also without clothes, came out of the cupboard."
"This surprised the innkeeper. He didn't expect his wife not only to teleport a living person, but also to change the other party's clothes. It was incredible."
This time it was the President's daughter's turn to stifle her laughter, and her shoulders trembled. Her round cheeks revealed a blush.
After the warm-up jokes, the President's wife finally remembered the T-bone steaks and rushed into the kitchen.
The others also sat down at the table. Not long after, a tempting aroma wafted out.
"It's a great talent."
Luke wasn't interested in the President's daughter, but he was full of praise for the T-bone steak made by the President's wife.
One bite was full of meat juices and rich taste.
It didn't look greasy and didn't lose its tender flavor, reminding him of Young Sheldon's Memaw's brisket secret recipe.
"I'm glad that you like it."
The President's wife spoke modestly.
She was used to having her cooking skills recognized.
"What's the secret recipe? It's so delicious! I'm afraid I can't order any other steak when I go to a restaurant, especially after I've tasted beef like this."
Howard added. Even a big piece of beef couldn't stop his mouth.
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"With all due respect, Ma'am, I am willing to exchange all the shares of Stark industries for this recipe."
Compared to Luke's bland praise, Howard's exaggerated remarks were more likely to please the President's wife.
This was the strength of the prodigal son, the dating expert and the heartbreaker.
A direct attack on the President's daughter was too obvious and a bit too hasty.
Using roundabout tactics to please the President's wife was a wiser choice.
Of course, this was just to give Luke a break.
Howard was equally not interested in becoming the President's son-in-law.
He was an indulgent prodigal son. He couldn't walk into that grave called marriage -- even if the President's daughter was also called Mary.
"One teaspoon of cumin, one cup of brown sugar, two teaspoons of smoked red pepper, three teaspoons of dried mustard ..."
The President's wife, who was a bit fluttery, happily revealed the secret recipe.
Howard made a serious face as he listened, and took notes on paper.
As if, he really cared about this secret recipe.
The President was bored and silent next to them, inwardly wanted to smash the steak on his plate in the person's face.
'Why was this guy trying to impress my wife?'
The President remembered the two jokes before and somehow felt like the unlucky innkeeper.
The 20-minute meal was filled with Howard's bullshit praise, compliments, and laughter from the President's wife and her daughter.
As for the president?
Like an outsider, he couldn't get a word in at all, so he had nothing to do but talk to Luke.
The marriage plan to introduce his daughter was thus disrupted by Howard, who came out of nowhere and made a forceful effort intrude on their dinner.
After dinner, the living room was full of people.
While the President's wife was cleaning up in the kitchen, the President finally found an opportunity.
He deliberately ignored Howard, who was befriending his daughter, and affectionately pulls Luke, acting like an enthusiastic elder.
"Lieutenant General Cavill, what do you think of family and marriage?"
The President beat about the bush and winked at his daughter.
However, the latter was talking to Howard about the latest Agatha Christie novel and didn't notice her father at all.
"I'm still young, not experienced enough, not knowledgeable enough, so I don't have any opinions yet."
Luke smiled lightly and avoided the topic.
"Are you talking about this... to introduce me to someone, Mr. President? I don't have any ideas about this for now, but Howard has always wanted to find the ideal partner."
"If there's a suitable lady, you might as well introduce him."
"Right, Howard?"
Howard, who had already talked about Agatha Christie to Arthur Conan Doyle, nodded decisively.
He had a sincere look in his eyes and his voice was low, "That's right, I have long wanted to settle down and live a quiet life. I just couldn't find my dream soul mate."
"Mr. President, although there are various rumors about Howard, it's said that he dates three or four women a week, working during the day and spending the night in hotels, is a master of time management, and had an affair with many Hollywood actresses."
Luke took the conversation further and further off topic and said, "But I can assure you that Howard is nothing like what the newspapers have written about him. He is honest, addicted to science, and a friend worthy of association. I believe that he can be a qualified husband and an excellent father in the future."
Before the stunned President came to his senses, Howard modestly said, "Luke is the role model I need to follow. Don't look at his young age, he is totally clean and not close to women ..."
The two cheeky guys were acting like comedians, bragging about each other commercially, leaving the President with no room to interrupt.
After a night full of unexpected surprises, the President was a little exhausted and finally gave up on the idea of pushing his daughter to him.
He waved his hand, showing the meaning of sending off, "It's getting a little late, Lieutenant General Cavill, and ... Mr. Stark, I won't keep you overnight."
Luke smiled and immediately got up.
After exchanging a few pleasantries, he led Howard away.
"How's that? Good acting, right?"
Walking out of the Blair House, Howard said triumphantly.
"Not only good, I was worried that if I stayed any longer, the President would smash the red wine I brought, on your head."
Luke said with a smile.
Howard deserved to be a friend of women. Even the President's wife was skillfully manipulated.
"So, I paid a heavy price. Luke, don't forget what you promised."
Howard couldn't help but felt a chill on his back when he remembered the way the President looked at himself before he left.
But, in order to step into the legendary world of magic, to experience those female warlocks, female demons, centaurs …
Even if the President notes down his name, it was worth it!
"I have said that we're friends, and I wouldn't lie to you."
Luke promised.
Anyway, he was going to Kamar Taj after the Paris Peace Summit, so having Howard with him was no big deal.
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Blair House, the Presidential Suite.
After sending away those two troublesome guys, and the President returned to his study.
He needed a cigar to calm down.
"Who are you?"
Just sitting in the chair, a strange figure suddenly appeared in the room.
The opponent had his hands behind his back, wore an odd purple helmet, and wore a purple and green vintage robe.
"You don't need to know who I am."
The stranger's voice was hoarse, and his face, which was grayish, revealed a hint of arrogance.
"I have been the pharaoh of Egypt and the monarch of the Persian Empire ... but I haven't tried being President yet."
The frightened President tried to make a sound, but found his mouth tightly shut.
"The young Lieutenant General, is very strange. I've never heard of his name, and there shouldn't be such a person in history."
The stranger spoke to himself, pulled out the chair and took the cigar in the President's hand.
"Ah! I also like the smell of tobacco. Howard Stark, he's a famous person, and is worth noting. As for Superman ... I need to be careful."
"I've been observing this timeline for a while, and it's different from the world I once conquered. It's a good thing, it's more interesting to me."
"It's not easy to avoid the Sorcerer Supreme. After hiding for so long, I found the opportunity to take advantage of the game between the Ancient One and Dormammu."
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The strangers talked to himself, saying things that the President couldn't understand.
By the time the cigar was a third of the way through, there was a shout from outside the study.
"Harry, dear, the bath water is ready."
The President's wife knocked on the door.
"Okay, I'll be right out."
A stranger fiddled with his throat, his voice was just like that of the President's.
"An interesting life is about to begin."
He stood up, took a drug out of his belt and shot it into his neck.
Invisible nano-mites were injected into his body, and in just a few seconds, they transformed his appearance into that of the President.
The latter sat in his chair, motionless, but his eyes were full of fear.
The President, as if looking into a mirror, saw the stranger gradually become himself.
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A few days later, the Royal Hotel in Paris.
Diplomats and delegates from all over the world arrived at the hotel.
Outside, there were reporters from major newspapers, and people who were watching the hubbub.
The former were carrying long lenses and cannons, and camera flashes kept clicking, and the chirping of clicks kept coming.
To use an old cliché, today was a historic moment.
For the first time, mankind had made contact with other civilizations and established stable diplomatic relations.
Those blue-skinned, underwater Atlanteans.
Like a magnet, they attracted everyone's attention.
As for the previous wars?
Because of the quick end, and excluding the coastal cities of the United States, the rest of the country was largely untouched.
For the British, the French, and the people all over the world.
Naturally, they could continue to communicate with each other as equals in an amicable and friendly manner, as if nothing had happened.
Those unpleasant little things should be counted as chalk, erased by water.
Anyway, the one who suffered weren't themselves.
"Superman! Quickly, take a picture!"
"Representing the President?! Big news!"
"I've thought of a title! 'War Hero Arrives in Paris Today'!"
A black car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, the reporters saw the tall figure coming down and quickly clicked on the shutters.
At the same time, a loud cheer went up around the area, as if some big Hollywood star was making an appearance.
All of a sudden, the atmosphere rose to its peak!
"I almost thought I was in Hollywood, sitting next to James Dean."
Howard glanced at the surging crowd outside and lamented.
"You're popular in New York, but you are still so popular in Paris? Lieutenant General Cavill is a heartthrob -- no wonder the president said so. If he was as popular as you are, the next election would be a no-brainer."
"This is all Colonel Philips' work. I don't know if giving him Superman's publicity work was a good thing or a bad thing."
After he said so, Luke simply turned his head and waved of his hand.
Who knew, the cheers and applause of the crowd became even more intense.
Like a tsunami, a wave of shouts came.
There was an overly enthusiastic young woman in the front row of the excited crowd.
She called Superman's name, and boldly lifted her coat to reveal a beautiful scenery.
There was another burst of shutters clicking.
The reporters were flushed, not only from the sight of the young woman's firm breasts, but also from the excitement of getting news material.
'Shocking News! Superman from the Land of The Free, Unexpected Encounter with a Naked Woman!'
"Haha, I remember, you are still the 'Liberator of Paris.' Had I known that today, I wouldn't have chosen to be a scientist back then, Einstein make women want show him their breasts on their own."
Howard said, half teasing and half joking.
"But he earns $1,000 for every minute he's on stage. He could find twenty or thirty beautiful girls in the red-light district of Paris and ask them to show their breasts."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and walked through the doors of the hotel, surrounded by servants and bodyguards.
There was an interesting incident behind his title of 'Liberator of Paris'.
Although the French and Italians were neighbors, they never liked each other.
Before Luke became a General, he led Howling Commandos to help the Allies land in Sicily and capture Rome.
Later, Superman's name spread, and the Italians were thick-skinned enough to call the 'fall of Rome' a 'the rescue plan that Italians actively cooperated with'.
The French ridiculed this, mocking that the Italians could only play this boring game of words, and that when it came to war, they would do nothing but cook pasta and raise their hands in surrender.
However, Superman who brought World War II to a close by eliminating the Third Reich's 'battleship-class' soldiers in Paris, and Charles de Gaulle followed suit by calling him the 'Liberators of Paris'.
And claimed that the French Marshal Leclerc, who liberated the city together with Superman, which almost made the Italians next door die of laughter.
This was probably the equivalent of a guy with a $0 bank account saying that he and Bill Gates together had more assets than over 90% of the wealthy people in the United States.
As they all know, Superman fought against the Third Reich's 'battleship-class' soldiers in Paris.
Leclerc was still hiding in Normandy with his armed divisions, apprehensively waiting for news.
The extent of the ridiculousness, was equivalent to throwing a shuriken at the First Hokage 800 miles away, and then boasted that they had fought against Senju Hashirama that time.
In response to this, the Italians later made up a lot of insulting articles, and when they met people they knew on the street, they were sure to mention a few to liven up the atmosphere.
Many of the classic insulting stories have been passed down from them.
"I think Colonel Philips has done a great job of spreading the word. He has made you a popular ... figure all over the world."
Howard, who was a member of the entourage, spoke seriously.
"But those stories that spread are too exaggerated. Even I feel a bit of shame, listening to it."
Luke shook his head. Back then, he left the publicity to Colonel Philips, who had retired, in order to reap the benefits from his reputation.
In the end, he didn't expect that he would recruit a group of third-rate writers from nowhere and work tirelessly to create 'works of art'.
This led to what Superman later did in Paris, where 'he fought 300 Aryan demons alone.'
Breaking into Berlin alone, fighting with the mustached Führer who was the reincarnation of the lord of hell, battling it out for 3 days and 3 nights ...
Stories such as these had spread across the North American continent.
This led to a wave of cultural exports to Europe.
That's how the 'female warlock pile driver' tittle was earned.
The confrontation between Luke and Sieglinde, after secondary processing by the people, had become increasingly outrageous.
This was despite the fact that many newspapers had repeatedly dispelled the rumors and issued announcements to correct the claims.
But the independent thinking public didn't believe it at all.
There were also complaints from Superman's fans who called and sent letters of complaint, saying that this was a denigration and contempt for the war hero.
How could a mere three 'battleship-classes' reflect the power of Superman?
It had to be three hundred!
Moreover, those 'Aryan demons' wouldn't be big and burly super soldiers.
They must have been 4 or 5 meters tall, like a moving mountain.
With horns on their heads, dark skinned, and ferocious.
Spit hell flames from their mouths and eat flesh, blood, and souls.
"This is the price of fame."
Howard gloated.
"By the way, are you really going to take me to those ... exciting things, when the conference is over? "
Naturally, he didn't come to Paris with Luke to participate in the Peace Summit.
"Of course. I never lie."
Luke nodded and walked into the elevator.
"See you this afternoon, and while you're at it, go have some fun. The girls of Paris are very welcoming."
The Peace Summit will take place tomorrow at the Palace of Versailles in the Yvelines, just outside the southwest suburbs of Paris.
The duration of the meeting, which will last for three days, was similar to that of the previous Yalta meeting.
Just a few extra flags waving, symbolic appearances, and small countries that don't even have the right to vote.
"I'd like to visit Moulin Rouge and see the dancers dancing with their legs showing."
Howard reached out and pressed the 22nd floor, but he didn't hide his idea of collecting fond memories.
"Then I wish you a pleasant experience. Remember, if you meet a beautiful dancer named Satine, please let me know."
Luke smiled and said something about a movie character that Howard wouldn't understand.
The elevator door was about to close when a hand caught the gap in the middle.
"I'm sorry, I need to get on too."
An Asian face appeared in Luke's line of sight. The man was in his thirties, dressed in a suit, and a refined demeanor.
"General Cavill? If I'm not mistaken... '
The Asian man who rushed onto the elevator spoke fluent English.
"You must be ... Director Zheng Xian."
Luke paused and smiled.
In addition to the United States, Britain, the Soviet Union and France, S.P.E.A.R, which represented the East, participated in the Peace Summit.
The man standing in front of him was the leader of present day S.P.E.A.R.
"Haha, surprisingly, Lieutenant General Cavill knows my name."
Zheng Xian was slightly surprised. S.P.E.A.R always kept a low profile, and outsiders only knew his last name.
Being able to say his full name proved that this Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. also knew a few things about him.
"In the Pacific battlefield, S.P.E.A.R. sent the Japanese Superhumans to break up the battle, which impressed me a lot."
The corner of Luke's mouth tugged a little, compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., which was still in the development stage, S.P.E.A.R. was much stronger.
"That's all the little things that aren't on the table. A while ago, Atlantis was stirring up trouble on the coast and was almost skewered by us like a lobster ... mean, was captured ... as a captive!"
Zheng Xian blurted out and exposed the true nature of 'eating the losing side' in China.
"Is Director Zheng the only one coming to this Peace Summit?"
Luke asked calmly with a friendly attitude.
"Well, there was also the unruly Agent Yan. He was good at using two guns, which was the trump card of S.P.E.A.R. He loved to talk to people about whether there were bullets in the gun."
Zheng Xian didn't hide his thoughts. He smiled and said, "It's just that something happened in the middle of the way here. Agent Yan has another mission, so I was left alone."
Luke was so moved. Something could make S.P.E.A.R dispatch him?
That must be a big thing!
(Translator: Agent Yan/ Yan Shuangying = basically the Jason Bourne of China, in the Indiana Jones era, with way worse special-fx.)
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The elevator went all the way to the 20th floor, and with a 'ding', the thick metal door opened automatically.
"I'm here. Lieutenant General Cavill, let's talk again next time."
Zheng Xian pulled open the iron fence outside and walked out, then turned his head and smiled at Luke.
"Chatting with Director Zheng is very interesting. See you tomorrow at Versailles."
Luke also had a smile on his lips and made a happy expression of having a pleasant conversation.
When they left, Howard withdrew his strange look and asked, "I never knew you knew anything about Eastern culture, and you had such a good time talking to that S.P.E.A.R. guy."
"There are many things you don't know. Howard, as a Casanova, you should understand one thing, keep your mystique and surprise people whenever you can, in order to maintain your appeal."
When the 22nd floor arrived, Luke stepped out of the elevator, stepped on the soft carpet, and arrived at the corridor.
"Treat Zheng Xian, a little politer. Don't think that he was easy to talk to. If you really offend him, you will suffer."
Thinking of Howard's sharp tongue, Luke made a special note to avoid any conflict between the two sides that might end badly.
S.P.E.A.R, with profound background, was founded by Zhang Heng of the Brotherhood of the Shield, who was a big shot who actually spoke with a Celestial.
With K'un-Lun and the Celestial, the overall strength was much higher than that of The Avengers in its heyday.
Luke would have a headache if he really had to face them.
It should be known that even holding the Ten Rings in his hand, the powerful Mandarin, still couldn't stay in China, and had to flee overseas.
From this, the hidden strength of S.P.E.A.R. could be surmised.
"I understand. Do I look like the kind of person who causes trouble?"
Howard muttered with some dissatisfaction and turned around to walk to his suite.
He didn't invite Luke to the red-light district for a preview either, as the other was an official Lieutenant General and had to preside over the Peace Summit at Versailles tomorrow.
At this time, if it was rumored that he ran to the sex venues and watched the dancers show their legs, his reputation would definitely be affected.
Howard wasn't the kind of guy who only knew how to play and couldn't tell the difference between what's important and not.
'I take back what I said before. There's nothing envious about being a celebrity, at least I can have fun now, and you could only stay in the hotel room. '
Howard chuckled twice, humming a light tune, ready to take a break and gather his strength for the fierce battle at night.
"By the way, Howard, a friendly reminder."
Luke opened the door, but didn't go in, as if remembering something.
"According to statistics, when the Third Reich occupied Paris, there were hundreds of 'temporary prostitutes' in this city, so ... you should pay attention."
Howard, who was in a good mood, changed his face instantly.
The thought that he might get infected with AIDS suddenly dispelled his excitement.
Just like entering the sage mode, everything became dull.
"You are such an asshole, Luke! Do I have to spend a boring afternoon stuck in a hotel too?"
Howard said bitterly.
Then, with a bang, he slammed on the door.
"It's a good reminder."
Luke shrugged his shoulders, showing a happy smile when the prank succeeded.
What he said wasn't groundless.
Patrick Buisson said later that in the summer of 1940, France turned into a giant nude camp, and the Germans came in with a flourish.
The irony was particularly obvious.
In those days, the occupiers of the Third Reich had exclusive brothels filled with Parisian women who sold their bodies for a living.
The most interesting thing was that in 1942, two million men were locked up in prison in France, but the birth rate in that year soared.
Therefore, Luke reminded Howard to manage his lower body, and not mess around blindly.
If he ran to the red-light district of Paris at this time, he would probably have a 30-40% chance of winning the game.
In case Howard was really that unfortunate, wouldn't it be a direct change for the future, and Iron Man would disappear?
'I'm doing this for your own good. '
Luke closed the door, took off his uniform jacket, and leaned back on the bed with his hands on the back of his head, quietly meditating.
'However, what happened to S.P.E.A.R? To actually make the Director himself get involved... '
He was very interested in the other mission that Zheng Xian said before.
If it's just a Peace Summit, the other party would never come to Paris.
Previously, S.H.I.E.L.D. had a meeting with them, but the delegation was absent.
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At night, the banquet hall of the Royal Hotel.
In order to welcome delegations from all over the world and the Liberator of Paris, the French made a big show out of it.
Top-notch chefs, top-notch service, the magnificent building and beautiful dancers.
For a while, the atmosphere was very enthusiastic.
Delegations from various countries gathered in small circles in groups of three or five.
The atmosphere of the cocktail party was relaxing and elegant, the music flowed, and the long tables were filled with a wide variety of food, which could be enjoyed at will.
There was also an eye-catching broad stage. A graceful female singer, and all the charming dancers.
It was simply immersive and overwhelming -- just like a guy who followed Luke.
Howard, who was depressed and bored, immediately perked up as if he had been injected with a stimulant.
"Look at you, don't you have the poise and reserve of a genius scientist? "
Luke took a sip of champagne and spoke in disgust.
"If I maintained my poise and reserve, I would have had to lie in the hotel bed tonight, enjoying my loneliness and solitude."
Howard justified, "If I lose the above, I could spend the night with ... a spirited Parisian dancer. 90% of men will know how to answer this multiple-choice question."
There was no risk with the French dance company.
"I hope you'll be able to stand up tomorrow."
Luke left the excited and energetic Howard waiting to be released, and walked up to Zheng Xian with his champagne.
This S.P.E.A.R. Director was obviously a knowledgeable, battle-hardened veteran driver.
After a few glances at the dancer's white thighs, he withdrew his gaze and turned his attention to the French Blue Lobster on his plate.
The pink and beautiful lobster meat, lying quietly in the plate, made people's fingers tingle.
"Does Director Zheng Xian like the food?"
Luke passed the tableside condiment to the other party.
"You can squeeze a little lemon juice, if you can bear it."
Zheng Xian took the soy sauce without touching the lemon and smiled, "Good to see you again, Lieutenant General Cavill."
"I'm not going to lie to you, I don't have any other hobbies, but I have a love for food."
Luke wasn't surprised at all. It was normal for Chinese people to bring their own food-eating habits.
"Fortunately, then, the Peace Summit was held in Paris, not London."
He said.
The British fish and chips, French fries and fish, as well as the Stargazy pie, would probably drive a Chinese person crazy.
"Hahahaha, Lieutenant General Cavill sure is funny."
Zheng Xian took a bite of his lobster meat and showed a satisfied expression on his face.
"To be honest, S.P.E.A.R. attended the Peace Summit for another purpose besides discussing the issue of Atlantis."
Luke leaned to his side and smiled softly, "Can you tell me? If it's confidential, then I won't pry."
"Lieutenant General Cavill is the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D and a World War II hero. There's nothing to hide."
Zheng Xian replied readily.
"Then again, I still have something to ask the Lieutenant General for."
Luke's eyes flashed, secretly sighing.
This S.P.E.A.R. Director didn't have any ability to speak of, but in terms of talking, he was very good.
Speaking without being condescending, generous and unrestrained, but still made people unconsciously feel that he was approachable.
"Director Zheng Xian, please tell me. I have a good understanding of the relationship between S.H.I.E.L.D and S.P.E.A.R. It's a duty to help each other when things go wrong."
Luke was straightforward, making his stance clear.
It would be convenient for them to have a good relationship with S.P.E.A.R. in the future.
S.H.I.E.L.D. was positioned as an international official organization.
Maintaining good relations with major countries in the world was beneficial and not harmful.
"Lieutenant General Cavill is also a straightforward man."
Zheng Xian agreed and chewed on the sweet, springy lobster meat.
"Then I'll be frank. There are five traitors within S.P.E.A.R."
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'There was a traitor in S.P.E.A.R?'
Luke's first reaction when he heard the news was that it felt unreal.
As many people know, S.H.I.E.L.D. was jokingly called the 'Snake Shield Bureau' because of the large number of newcomers.
In addition to the Director and a few reliable confidantes, the staff were basically all Hydra.
When Nick Fury learned the truth, bitter wine went into his throat, he dissolved S.H.I.E.L.D and went underground.
Therefore, in terms of hating traitors, he must have a common topic with Gin, the big brother of a famous distillery.
The other was lurking undercover, for over 3 years, and was almost becoming the boss of the trade.
And the both of them believe that they were obviously doing serious work to develop the organization.
Only to find that there were a group of traitors around, and the base had been infiltrated from top to bottom.
"Traitors? So, the main purpose of Director Zheng Xian's visit to Paris this time is to search for those five people?"
Luke's face remained unchanged. He took a sip of champagne to calm his inner surprise.
'S.P.E.A.R could have traitors?'
'This doesn't make sense.'
As far as he knew, the members there were all firm in their beliefs, as if they had been sealed with a steel bond.
Not to mention a traitor of the organization, they had never even revealed a seam.
Compared with superheroes who were active in the decadent capitalist society, their ideological outlook wasn't as high as that.
Everyone knew that the superhero circle in the 'Land of the Free' had always been a mess.
Those domestic violence, disorderly private life, even the Dark Prince from the studio next door cuckolded people ... all kinds of problems, one after another.
If this was in S.P.E.A.R, it would be a serious problem to be dealt with by examination, confinement and even suspension.
As a matter of fact, no matter which parallel universe it was, when it came to discipline and organization, no one was better than China.
(Translator: Pssh... *eye roll* I can name a few.)
This was why Luke reacted with surprise.
'S.P.E.A.R could have traitors?'
'And five at once?'
'This doesn't sound credible at all.'
"General Cavill, you seem surprised?"
Zheng Xian gave Luke a strange look as he pulled at the lobster meat.
He always felt that this Lieutenant General Superman seemed to know a lot about S.P.E.A.R.
From the moment they met, the other party displayed a type of 'I expected it all' and an 'I already figured out what you were going to say next,' sort of aura.
He seemed to be in control of the whole situation, knew everything, and had confidence with every move he made.
Zheng Xian has met so many great people, he had even dealt with the K'un-Lun monks for some time, even if they were hidden from the world.
But it was the first time he had ever met someone like Luke.
"Indeed. Regardless of the Shield or Spear, we're an intelligence agency. The emergence of traitors isn't a trivial matter."
Luke said lightly, "But looking at Director Zheng Xian, you don't seem to be in a hurry."
"In all seriousness, they aren't really members of S.P.E.A.R."
Zheng Xian smiled, wiped his mouth, and spoke with a smile, "It was actually quite a long time ago that the five traitors stole an important treasure and then escaped from S.P.E.A.R.'s jurisdiction."
"There is an old saying in China; Family shame must not be revealed. So, at that time, S.P.E.A.R. didn't want to make a big deal out of it, just a large-scale search and arrest for a while, no one was found, and that was it. Who knew, not long ago, we received news that the five traitors secretly sacrificed to the evil gods and caused a lot of trouble in Southeast Asia."
Luke's eyes flashed. Although Zheng Xian was vague, but he still saw through the content, and filled in the whole event.
The five traitors, probably were the founders of the Hand Clan.
They were originally bitter monks in K'un-Lun, but secretly stole the dragon bones and came to this world.
The Five escaped the pursuit of S.P.E.A.R, traveled all over the world, and finally took root in Japan after World War II.
The 'the evil gods' that Zheng Xian mentioned was in fact the dimensional Beast outside the main universe.
The Hand didn't know where it exists and still worships it as a god.
From time to time, they would look for a suitable container for the other to descend into.
The host of the parasite was named 'Black Sky'.
The body's potential would be developed, and all aspects of power would be greatly enhanced.
Daredevil was once transformed into a Black Sky, opened Shadowland, and grinded the street heroes of Hell's Kitchen to the ground.
"I see. So, what can S.H.I.E.L.D. do to help?"
Luke asked politely.
Although S.P.E.A.R was powerful and profound.
However, because there was no contact with the outside world, their intelligence network was still a bit lacking.
Perhaps, Zheng Xian never expected it either.
The five traitors he was looking for were actually hiding in Japan.
This may be shadow under the lamp.
"If S.H.I.E.L.D. could help, that would be great. Agent Yan is an excellent marksman with excellent business skills. But in the end, he is unfamiliar with the area, and trying to find the five traitors would be akin to looking for a needle in a haystack."
Zheng Xian didn't seem to notice that Luke was just being polite, he took the gesture literally, and eagerly said, "On behalf of S.P.E.A.R., I would like to express my sincere gratitude to Lt. General Cavill for this matter."
Luke paused and looked at Zheng Xian's serious face and enthusiastic attitude.
'Did I just trip into the hole I dug?'
He couldn't help but think of this.
'Walking at the beach, inevitably your feet would get wet.'
He was the one to ever pull the wool over people's eyes, to trap those wicked capitalists.
'Who would have thought that tonight, I would have met my opponent and unknowingly fallen for Director Zheng's tactics.
"Director Zheng Xian, after saying so much, it turns out you were waiting for me here."
Luke shook his head, but there was no sense of being annoyed.
This guy was a sociable person, talking openly and generously, seemingly having nothing to hide, making people feel good. But in fact, important information was hidden even deeper.
Sure enough, these days, those who could mingle with the Director weren't ordinary people.
"Hahaha, I am thin-skinned and afraid of being rejected. Don't take it to heart, Lieutenant General. If there's an opportunity, I'll invite you to try the eight famous cuisines in China, and guarantee that you would never taste the same dishes each day. Take it as a compensation for the offence."
Zheng Xian's laughter was bright and clear, still with the same warm look.
"Please don't take that little request to heart."
Luke pondered for a moment and shook his head, "No way! When you ask for help, you have to be sincere."
"In accordance with the norms of China, we must at least drink a few rounds before we get down to business."
Without waiting for Zheng Xian's answer, Luke beckoned to the waiter with the tray.
It's okay to promise help, consider it doing a good deed.
But for his small lost to the other party, he had to get it back.
"Vodka. Keep it coming!"
Luke waved his hand with great pride.
The waiter quickly brought over several cases of vodka supplied by the Soviet delegation.
"Director Zheng Xian, a toast."
Luke didn't waste any time, he just poured himself a glass.
Anyway, no matter how strong the liquor was, it was no different than soda for him.
"Um... Then ... a toast."
Zheng Xian finally showed a bitter smile. He didn't expect that the tradition of drinking in China had been imported to foreign countries.
"As the old saying goes, give your life to accompany a gentleman, like loyal brothers in arms. Lieutenant General, I'm throwing caution to the wind today."
Zheng Xian thought that he was a veteran drinker, and he was undefeated when drinking, so he tilted his head and downed three shots at once.
Whether he could out drink him or not, he couldn't lose the momentum!
As a result, a good welcome banquet turned into an alcohol tasting party.
The Soviet Union's delegate, who was sitting on the other side, also joined in.
After all, where there was vodka, they would be there.
When they saw that the boxes of vodka quickly bottomed out, the waiters were busy replenishing the drinks.
Before long, the whole venue was filled with Luke's request for more rounds, and people slamming their glasses on the table with thuds.
"I'm ... not drunk! I can keep drinking! Come on! Cavill ... a toast!"
2 hours later, Zheng Xian, who had always been steady, opened his mouth and spoke with a slur.
Except for Luke, who was still awake and sitting upright, even the Soviet Union's delegate was lying under the table.
The whole venue was filled with the strong smell of alcohol.
As for the French and the English; they were already snarling 'rude barbarians!' while escorting the dancers back to their rooms.
"Send Director Zheng Xian back to his room."
Luke nodded with satisfaction as he watched Zheng Xian slide half way down his chair.
Later, he looked for a hot Parisian girl, to truly let Director Zheng know what the word 'exotic' meant.
Of course, whether the other party would write a self-reflection and apology letter to the organization afterwards, wasn't Luke's concern.
'I hope Director Zheng won't take this little prank to heart. '
Looking at Zheng Xian, who was supported out, Luke shrugged his shoulders. He came to Paris, the "city of love". How could he not have an 'encounter'?
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Early in the morning, the next day.
"As I thought, you might not have the energy to attend the meeting after a night of tossing and turning."
Luke, who was sitting in the restaurant enjoying breakfast, glanced at Howard, who looked weak in the legs and had thick dark circles under his eyes. He couldn't help mocking: "Your health is really dying, so you can buy some mummy powder."
In Europe from 17th to 19th century, many doctors thought mūmiyā pigment could cure all diseases.
Arthritis, stroke, tuberculosis ... everything could be cured.
Among them, decomposition.
The most famous claim was that it was an aphrodisiac.
Which was used when sildenafil -- a drug commonly known as Viagra -- wasn't developed yet.
If one wanted to solve male problems, one could only turn to prescriptions.
"It was all an accident. Last night while you were drinking with the Soviets, I saw my target and launched an attack on a beautiful dancer, suggesting that the party be over and inviting her to my room to talk about the mysteries of biological reproduction."
Howard rubbed his waist and sat down, but his face was flushed with excitement.
"As a result, who would have thought that she had an equally beautiful sister. I couldn't hold back for a second - it would have been impossible for anyone to turn down the two warm and generous twin sisters standing in front of them!"
Luke smeared the croissant with a layer of jam and snickered, "It's best to live within your means. You aren't young, Howard. One against two is a challenging mission, even for you."
Howard, who was pulling at the bacon slices, grunted and puffed up his chest, "Sometimes skills are more important than physical strength. I've been in and out of love for so many years. I've already summed up a set of secret techniques."
"I can teach it to you next time, Luke."
"Stay away from me, I'm not interested in talking about sex with a man."
Luke showed a disdainful expression and solemnly said, "I am still young, physical strength and durability is the biggest capital. I don't have to use those childish things."
Howard, who suffered tons of crit damage, sourly said, "That's what I envy most about Superman."
After a few words, Luke, wiping his mouth, saw a wobbly Zheng Xian entering the restaurant.
He quickly greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Director Zheng, how was your night? I believe you have fully felt the enthusiasm of the people of Paris."
Zheng Xian, who was still hung over, saw Luke walking over, and wanted to spit on his face.
This morning, he woke up to find a foreign girl in his arms.
Scattered clothes were on the carpet, and the sheets on the bed were a mess.
His foggy head was instantly awake.
This was a blunder, he would be reprimanded when he got back!
When he walked out of the room, Zheng Xian was already thinking about how to tell the organization and write a heartfelt letter of self-reflection.
"General Cavill, you've caused problems for me."
Zheng Xian was very regretful now.
'Drinking causes problems, the elders weren't lying.'
"Director Zheng, you're still single, and not even engaged. Having a foreign love affair. The spring of youth. It's a good story to have."
Luke said while smiling, then patted the other on the shoulder, "See you at Versailles later."
Looking at the young General, Zheng Xian silently went to the table, holding a cup of hot milk in both hands, sipping it while paying tribute to his lost chastity.
"Um... this kind of thing. You get use to it eventually."
Howard, who still felt his legs were weak, stood up and comforted him.
When he was 16 years old, after a passionate encounter with a female teacher, he felt the same way as Zheng Xian.
"By the way, do you want to go to the Moulin Rouge tonight? I can show you the sights and sounds of Paris."
Hearing Howard's friendly question, Zheng Xian trembled all over.
Thinking of the mountain of self-reflection letters and the organization's reprimand, he quickly shook his head.
It was no wonder that before going abroad, the leaders lectured him with great enthusiasm, that there were too many temptations in the outside world, and the sugar-coated bullets of capitalism can corrupt people's hearts.
At that time, Zheng Xian didn't take it to heart and thought he was strong-minded and fearless.
He never expected to be cautious, but step by step, still fell into Luke's hands.
'I'm sorry Leader. '
The S.P.E.A.R. Director, with tears in his eyes, thought silently.
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At Versailles, delegations from various countries entered one after another.
At the top, naturally, are the five bullies ... tsk! 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 Charter of the United Nations.
This international organization, whose symbolic meaning was greater than the actual meaning, was formally established.
That's why Luke thought he could set out to create a World Security Council and get the full-scale version of S.H.I.E.L.D. out in advance.
"Are you ready? You're going to make an opening speech later. The world will see Superman and judge your words and actions."
Howard sat back listlessly. After last night's brutal slaying, he really felt his body was hollowed out.
His body was like an overworked and overloaded machine
It must be tapered a bit.
Howard rubbed his sore back and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.
"Why would I have stage fright? I just need to read from the script."
Luke acted calmly, as the President should have done on this occasion.
However, the latter gave him the job.
In less than a year, the Lieutenant General rose rapidly at an alarming rate and became a 'mountain' that neither the White House nor the Pentagon dared to take lightly.
To achieve such results, in addition to his own strength, he relied more on the historical progress and opportunities.
"Instead of worrying about my problems, you might as well think about yours. How could your over-indulged, weak body would be able to cope with those thirsty, wolf-like female warlocks?"
Howard was suddenly awaked by Luke's mockery.
He thought very seriously and finally decided to cancel his trip to Moulin Rouge tonight.
"Do you think I should let Stark Industries cross over into the pharmaceutical industry?"
After hesitating for a few seconds, Howard asked another question.
He was always confident, but for the first time he showed hesitation and embarrassment.
After all, this was a man's unspeakable weakness.
"You want to make that thing?"
Luke paused, wondering whether to give sildenafil to Howard, whose kidney was overdrawn in middle age.
He still remembered the molecular formula and synthetic method to some extent -- he saw some urban stories in his last life, and many leading characters made their fortune like this.
"Forget it, I'll hire a fitness instructor and start working hard."
Howard was disillusioned and waved his hand.
The research period for drugs was too long, and a distant dream couldn't fix a current problem.
At this moment, he realized the helplessness of being an ordinary person.
If he had Superman's physique, like Luke.
Or a super soldier, like Rogers.
How nice would it be!
Luke scanned the speech, not bothering to pay attention to Howard, who was depressed.
If he knew that this guy wanted to become a super soldier just for the sake of the number of women at night, he would certainly feel disgusted.
A few minutes later, the Atlanteans finally entered the venue, which could fill almost half of the oval long table.
Wearing breathing helmets, these underwater people stepped through the doors and instantly became the focus of the audience.
Reporters at the conference pressed their shutters harder and the strobe lights formed a continuous barrage of flashes.
Because Namor suffered from a broken back, he couldn't move.
Therefore, the delegates attending the Peace Summit were replaced by the heads of the three largest tribes, the Hammerhead Shark, the Orca and the Seahorse.
At this meeting, they would jointly propose that Namor be removed from the throne.
Also, adding this clause to the terms of the agreement.
As for whether to send him to the guillotine, the three commanders were still deliberating on it for the time being.
The royal family of Atlantis had maintained a long reign.
The tribes under them usually behaved very docilely, and made no changes.
However, when there was a power vacuum, some Atlanteans were inevitably tempted.
No matter how they do it, kicking Namor out was the key.
"Let's get started."
Representatives of various countries exchanged draft peace agreements with each other. The specific details had been discussed in Liberty Island.
What's left were the formalities.
Incidentally, indicating to the world, the human world has established diplomatic relations with Atlantis and reached a preliminary exchange between civilizations.
After the two sides roughly looked at it and confirmed that the provisions were correct, Luke, as the opening speaker, got up with a smile and walked onto the stage.
"Dialogue and reconciliation are the path to peace. I'm glad to see the two sides, the marine civilization represented by the Atlanteans and the land civilization represented by humans, come together..."
"As a pacifist, I sincerely hope that this is just the beginning, not the end. A glorious history will be created, and a bright future will be in our hands ..."
"..."
Everything the young man said on the high platform, were transmitted as radio waves into thousands of households.
On the black-and-white TV set, Luke's tall figure and cold face appeared.
Every word that came out of his mouth was full of power, strong and resounding.
"See! This is Superman. He has become a hero in the eyes of the world, a symbol of greatness."
In a mansion in London, a man with a dark face and a low voice looked at the picture on TV and sneered.
The man was unusually tall, dressed in a tuxedo-like suit, and a meticulously combed hair.
The most striking thing was the diamond-shaped ruby on his forehead, glowing with a demonic light.
"What can be done about that? Sebastian Shaw, was an Alpha mutant. And Namor, with dual genes of Atlantis and mutants, could be said to be one of the most powerful people on the planet."
Leaning back on the sofa, Selene, the enchanting Black Queen, sighed.
"The two of us were unable to defeat Superman, and even suffered a crushing defeat! Furthermore, he's highly resistant to magic, and I didn't have much of an advantage in the last brief encounter."
The man paced back and forth, occasionally looking at Luke on the TV, his face as deep as water.
"Will this damn Superman interfere with my plans?"
A moment later, he stopped and looked at the Black Queen.
"Who knows? Sebastian Shaw pissed him off because of mutants."
Selene, the Black Queen, stretched her back, revealing her beautiful curves.
"Superman seems to be interested in mutants ... No, more accurately, he seems to want to bring us under his control."
"It looks like an implicit desire for power."
"Heh. In that case, Superman is not as bright as it seems."
The tall man said so, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
He had his own business to take care of for the time being and had no desire to be Superman's enemy.
The fellow's strength was proven by many people, with bloody consequences.
"Nathaniel, are you afraid too? I thought your fear of the strong was much lower after having faced a mutant god."
The Black Queen teases the other party purposefully, as the people who were watching from the sides didn't matter.
"Apocalypse is naturally the most powerful being that I have ever seen. He is infinitely close to God, and my ability is also given by him."
The tall man, whose full name was 'Nathaniel Essex', was a radical genetic researcher.
In fact, he noticed mutants earlier than Bolivar Trask and Sebastian Shaw.
Nathaniel Essex had a more well-known name than his real name, 'Mister Sinister'.
He and the Black Queen, were both considered elders of the mutant race.
Sebastian Shaw, in front of these two people, had to consider himself as a junior.
"I'm a scientist and believe in data. Judging from Superman's record, his strength is probably close to Apocalypse, not much worse."
Mister Sinister chuckled in a deep low voice, like a ghost.
"I really hope we can keep a peaceful situation with him. As for the mutants, I don't care if they live or die."
The Black Queen was a little disappointed. She still wanted to motivate Mister Sinister and provoke the conflict between the other party and Superman.
"That's a pity, I rarely have such a strong desire for a man. The moment I saw him, I just wanted to eat him up."
The attractive woman, watched the man on TV. Her cheeks blushed as if she was drunk.
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"Give up your unrealistic fantasies. Superman isn't like other men. He's the ultimate powerhouse who can beat Sebastian Shaw and Namor in one fell swoop, and you may not be able to drain him."
Looking at the lusty appearance of the Black Queen, Mister Sinister poured cold water on her fantasies.
He knew that the other party was proficient in black and white magic and was once a feared and famous witch.
The most passionate about drawing out the living soul to replenish her vitality and prolong her life.
To Selene, a superior man like Superman was simply a delicious meal.
The idea of a young body that was strong and vigorous was mouth-watering.
Mister Sinister could guarantee that if Superman appeared in this mansion, Selene would definitely take the initiative to ask him to bed without hesitation.
"That's not necessarily true."
The Black Queen's red lips gently opened, her eyes revealed a confident look.
"No matter how strong the individual is, the male creature's instincts wouldn't change. ... The possessive nature within your bones, as well as the predatory and demanding nature, always exists."
As a witch with long life, Selene was well informed and experienced.
Her understanding of things between men and women was no worse than that of magic.
She gently supported her cheek with one hand, and her beautiful, charming body leaned against the sofa, showing a lazy amorous aura.
Mister Sinister turned a blind eye. He was a mad scientist, similar to Sebastian Shaw.
His desire for women was far less than the pursuit of power and the exploration of truth.
"The dual physical and psychological satisfaction of possessing a superb, attractive female creature is a temptation that no man can resist."
The Black Queen stared at Luke on TV and thought she had a good chance to accept him as a servant under her skirt.
After all, he was only a young man in his twenties.
Everyone had experiences and knowledge that needed enough time to be honed to grow truly.
"There's a saying in the East. People who are good at swimming often drown easily."
Mister Sinister reminded her and didn't add anything else.
His relationship with the Black Queen was not a commanding officer or a subordinate who obeys orders.
"You have to give it a try, Nathaniel."
The Black Queen didn't pay attention to the other's reminder but smiled lightly, "I have absorbed so many souls, but I am still a long way from achieving my goal."
"Superman is as close as you've ever seen to the power of Apocalypse. His soul quality is completely beyond the standard, which is enough to make up for the lack of quantity!"
Selene, who had been active in the European continent since the Roman Empire, was tired of all the novelty in the world, leaving only one goal.
That was to become a demon god in charge of a certain dimension!
On par with the Sorcerer Supreme!
The one after that...
In fact, it was more difficult than becoming a god.
In the circle of dimensional demons, there were also different stages.
As strong as the Lord of Oblivion, Cyttorak. At his peak, he was able to arm wrestle with the five gods of the universe and Living Tribunal -- provided he stayed in his realm.
For a big boss of this level, even the Sorcerer Supreme Ancient One had to show due respect.
There was also the often-overlooked Trinity of Vishanti, which could be said to be the most powerful magic deity under Eternity.
The Sorcerer Supremes of the past, there's a reason why they were such high profiles.
In addition to their strength, it was closely related to their deep background and solid backing.
Those who wanted to stretch their tentacles into the main universe needed to give some respect.
In contrast, the 'underdog' was Mephisto, the Lord of Hell.
There was also Dormammu, who often pulled the wool over people's eyes, and who had repeatedly failed to collect debts and had been banned.
The former refers to the time when he failed to sit on Satan's throne and unify Hell.
That was Mephisto's peak moment, daring to compete with Odin, and also hammered the planet devourer -- Galactus.
However, the strength of this hell lord fluctuated, and when he was weak, even Doctor Strange could stomp him to the ground.
So, when it came to ranking, it was customary to put him at the tail end.
The latter, Dormammu, failed to live up to the amazing opportunity simply because his upper limit was too low.
Originally a sorcerer, he accidentally discovered the Dark Dimension and entered it, becoming its master.
Just like a novice village player suddenly experiencing a promotion to a super-advanced level.
This also resulted in the fact that Dormammu, a dimensional demon, had no individual power corresponding to it.
To sum up, in the circle of dimension demons, the starting point was the Allfather, and the upper limit could be as high as the Omniverse.
With the ability of the Black Queen, unless luck breaks out, ruling over a dimension like Dormammu...
If not, even if she did become a god, she would die as the weakest kind.
Challenging the Ancient One head-on was a dream.
"As long as it doesn't interfere with my plan, do whatever you want."
Mister Sinister stated.
He was very happy to see the Black Queen diverted Superman's attention and created more opportunities for himself.
"Haha, if Apocalypse really wakes up, what would you do?"
The Black Queen said lazily.
"The mutant god surely would never have imagined that his loyal underling was in truth a shameful thief who wanted to steal power."
Mister Sinister's face remained unchanged, without the slightest hint of annoyance.
In the first half of his life, he was no different from ordinary people- getting married, having children, and starting a family.
The only difference was probably the special status of a geneticist.
In the 19th century, Darwin published the theory of evolution, which caused a shock to the academic community.
One of his British counterparts, Mister Sinister, wrote an even more radical and unacceptable paper.
For a while, both were strongly questioned, and the voice of criticism surged like a flood.
To prove that his theory was correct, Mister Sinister began to devote all his time to research, thus becoming a little insane.
One day, he was involved in the excavation work of an Egyptian archaeological team when he encountered the awakening of Apocalypse.
The mutant god himself was a supporter of the theory of 'survival of the fittest.'
He found that Mister Sinister's research was quite to his appetite.
So, in a good mood, he gave Nathaniel Essex powerful abilities and took him under his wing.
However, Apocalypse didn't think that Mister Sinister was a traitor.
He didn't worship a mutant buried in the ground, sleeping for years, as a supreme god.
But thinking about how to steal the other party's power and become the god of the new world instead.
"Selene, instead of worshipping others, we should be on the altar of God ourselves."
Mister Sinister turned off the TV. The diamond-shaped gem on his forehead glowed.
"Mutant genes contain the secrets of the gods, which I will soon be able to decipher."
"Apocalypse is just a backward thinking old man who has never thought about exploring the source of his power."
"But I am different. I know the value of knowledge and the value of truth."
The Black Queen looked at Mister Sinister with great enthusiasm, the corners of her mouth slightly curved, and said, "You intend to work with Hydra to establish a mutant gene database? As far as I know, Superman's S.H.I.E.L.D. has been working on this for a long time."
Mister Sinister's face darkened, and he snorted, "Then we'll see who can get to the finish line first."
He believed that by studying mutants, the genetic code could be unlocked.
Then he could become an almost all-powerful mutant god-like Apocalypse!
"Selene, if you want to seduce Superman, you should hurry."
Mister Sinister's eyes moved slightly and whispered, "After the Peace Summit, his reputation will reach its peak. A man with a successful career, at the peak of his life, usually has little resistance to beautiful women, feeling full of satisfaction."
The Black Queen seemed to be motivated. She tossed her hair back, smiling charmingly.
"Paris ... is worth a visit."
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At Versailles, Luke, who finished his opening speech, returned to his seat and suddenly felt a chill on his back, like a cold wind blowing over.
'Who's thinking of me?'
He glanced around and found no suspicious characters.
Lieutenant General Superman, whose reputation had set a new record, didn't know that someone was greedy for his body, far away in London.
Selene, the Black Queen, met Luke only once last time, and they never encountered each other again.
After getting rid of Sebastian Shaw, he didn't care about the other party either.
"Good results. I was almost moved to tears by you."
Howard leaned over quietly and teased, "A pacifist ... that's funny enough."
"Shut up! You're in no position to say that, Howard."
Luke cast a contemptuous look and sneered, "Every penny Stark Industries earns comes from war and death."
Howard decisively shut up and stopped talking.
Every company's history was always accompanied by subversion and violation of the rules.
Especially in the military-industrial enterprises, the constant flow of money flowing into their pockets had the strong smell of blood.
They relied on war and chaos to complete the amassment.
As Marx said --
'Capital comes dripping from head to toe, from every pore, with blood and dirt.'
Therefore, people with too high a moral bottom line were often unsuitable to participate in the game of politics and finance.
Even if he was as cheeky as Howard, he was too embarrassed to say that he was a businessman with a conscience.
"It's your turn to step up."
After a while, Luke bumped his shoulder against Howard and whispered, "After this, it's the technology sharing session with Atlantis. I gave you a list before; have you read it all?"
"What? Oh, that, I've got it all down."
Howard, who dozed off with his head down, snapped awake, and his tired face became excited.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me three places to choose from: the portable life support system, reverse reduction of high-pressure water cannon, and special energy dissipation and shock absorption technology of Atlantis."
Luke nodded with satisfaction. It seems Howard was still obsessed with the power armor.
These three technical aspects were the difficulties encountered when developing power armor and putting it into practical use.
The first-generation Iron Man.
Done!
"Watch your performance, don't let Atlantis get too upset."
Luke patted Howard's shoulder. The agreement drawn up by the Peace Summit required the underwater people to provide twenty cutting-edge technologies to the land world.
This was the most crucial one besides establishing diplomatic and trade channels.
"Business negotiation, cutting meat with a blunt knife, this is my strong point."
With his chin slightly raised, Howard put on a pair of gold wire glasses to cover the dark circles under his eyes and sat down in the main seat with his head held high.
When facing Luke, he was coy, but when it came to the defeated Atlanteans, he could finally throw a serious punch!
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Only the first hour of signing the agreement process between the world and Atlantis was broadcasted live.
The last two-hour meeting was about the distribution of benefits, exchange of resources, and other key items that weren't made public.
Sending it out may interfere with people's good mood worldwide, as well as their bright dreams and fantasies about politics on the surface.
After all, no one was willing to expose their true face as a snatcher to the public.
Even the five bully coun… permanent members, at this moment, were no different from takers. Regardless of country and civilization, they were essentially divided between the strong and weak and to exploit others or be exploited.
As long as the game was played, there would always be a loser.
As for the win-win situation mentioned in the official rhetoric...
In fact, it's more like the stronger side would win twice!
"It's only the first day, and I feel like it's been forever."
Howard stepped down like a triumphant general.
He succeeded in getting the technology he wanted from Atlantis.
In addition, he also used his deep and unparalleled expertise, as well as the relevant professional genius brain, to get the core content of the subsequent content.
Howard constantly threw out various academic terms and exploded indiscriminately in the face of those aggressive undersea people. Like Napoleon's army in the Battle of Waterloo, they could only retreat and raise the white flag.
The result was exactly what Luke expected.
Howard was also a veteran who often went in and out of the Pentagon, pulled the wool over Congress, and cheated out some military funds.
Dealing with Atlantis wasn't easy. They were closed to the outside world for nearly 10,000 years and weren't well prepared.
"Two more days."
Luke shrugged. Tomorrow was about the circulation in trade channels, and the day after that was about the negotiation of mutant issues.
"The day after tomorrow is an important occasion, and I have to chair the meeting."
Howard curled his lips. He wasn't interested in meetings -- except when he was speaking.
As a boss, he always failed to understand the feelings of his subordinates.
Unless he's also sitting at the bottom, listening to a tedious speech.
"If I don't need to do anything else, can I just sneak away? Nobody would find out anyway."
Howard was a person who couldn't sit still. His time to show off had passed. After that, all he could do was sit in his seat, fidgeting.
This was no doubt a pointless waste of time for him.
How could a genius waste his precious time in a daze?!
"Suit yourself, but again... you can play around, but don't get infected with any diseases."
Luke was the center of attention, and he couldn't afford to walk away halfway like Howard.
"I know. Frankly speaking, the tone of your voice just now reminds me of my Dad."
Howard shrugged his shoulders and spoke somewhat resentfully.
He was also recognized as a prodigal son and Casanova in New York.
For so many years, he had always adhered to the principle of 'not overdoing it.'
He would never do anything like that!
"I would never have a son like you."
Luke said lightly.
"Fuck! It's just because I can't beat you!"
Almost stifled to death, Howard clenched his fist. With a depressed mood, he quietly got up and left.
Because even if Luke didn't fight back and just stood there, he still wouldn't be able to break his defense.
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Back at the Palace Hotel, Howard laid down on his bed and took a nap.
By the time the evening came, Howard had rolled over and got up, feeling full of energy, as if he had been revived.
'My tired body finally got enough rest. '
Howard called room service and ordered a big dinner.
After filling his stomach, he changed into brand new clothes and polished his hair.
There was a spring in each of his steps.
"Hmm, armed and ready for battle! Luke doesn't know how to enjoy life at all. He's going to become a dull man like Rogers."
Howard looked in the mirror and habitually touched his mustache.
"It's time to experience the nightlife in Paris."
Howard, with his hands in the pockets of his trench coat, walked out of the hotel. A cold wind blew and made him shrink his neck.
In this era, Paris was a real city that never sleeps and Europe's most intoxicating place.
Not long after the end of World War II, brothels and nightclubs, one after another, were still preserved.
In the dark and narrow streets, there were countless noisy and dirty low-grade bars.
When it came to having fun, there was no better choice than Paris.
"To Moulin Rouge! "
Rich people like Howard naturally avoided cheap, low-grade brothels.
He got into a cab and simply stated the location.
The driver couldn't help but smile, showing an expression that both men understood.
Paris had two of the most famous cabaret.
One was Le Lido on Champs-Elysées, and the other was Moulin Rouge at Montmartre, north of the city.
That's where Howard wanted to get lucky!
Compared with Le Lido's Broadway-style, he would like to see the local customs of France.
About 20 minutes later, the cab stopped at Montmartre Heights.
Howard paid his fare, looked up at the red mill with the big wheel on the roof, and said, "This is the nightlife! "
After the war, due to the economic depression in Paris, this romantic city fell into erosion.
Late at night, men and women were often seen in cold and damp alleys, whispering to each other and then stepping into the darkness.
One was to provide financial assistance, and the other was to give physical comfort.
A pure relationship.
Some even played a little more aggressively than others.
For example, those poor and lazy artists who were eager to succeed.
Having some money in their pocket, they would directly play, regardless of the venue.
That's why the newspapers say, 'This is a city full of desire, and underneath the surface of prosperity, there is sewage.'
The description was spot on!
"Sir, is this your first time?"
Before Howard could go any further, a man in a flat cap stopped him.
"Want to watch a film?"
'What?'
'Selling tickets?'
Howard, who was excitedly waiting for his guide to come to the door, suddenly felt bored.
As a veteran Casanova with rich experience in actual combat, why would he need tickets to an adult movie?!
"Sir, don't go! This is a good German thing! You won't see it anywhere else ..."
The man in the cap stopped Howard again and opened his windbreaker. Fuzzy photos were hanging inside, but the specific content was unsuitable for children.
"Sir, you can come with me if you want. When we have 30 people, we'll start the show! Trust me; you won't be disappointed. Rommel even used them in North Africa to trade for pesticides and food."
Howard paused and remembered the joke Luke used to say.
High-ranking people in the Third Reich once secretly found someone to make pornographic films. There were many people, groups, scenes, and scales, which were extremely large.
In comparison, 'Caligula,' 'The Night Porter,' 'Waves of Lust,' were all child's play.
Later, when Rommel established the African Legion, these pornographic films were used as hard goods and exchanged with local natives for necessities.
"I didn't think Paris also had these things."
Howard was moved, considering whether or not to collect them.
When he had nothing to do, he could learn some positions and skills to improve his professional level.
"Can I buy a copy?"
Howard pulled out a few bills and stuffed them into the man's hand.
"If the price is good, send it to the Palace Hotel, uh, room 1024."
Luke's room number.
"The Palace Hotel ... no problem!"
The man with the cap had some bad thoughts. But when he heard Howard's position, he instantly extinguished the greedy little flame.
That was a place to entertain foreign guests!
He couldn't afford to mess with it!
"So, sir, do you need a guide? I know the area very well, especially the dancers at the Moulin Rouge."
The man in the cap had a good eye. Knowing that Howard was a big man who came to have fun, he quickly started to pimp.
"Just in time, I lack ... hiss! Such a shocking omen!"
Howard nodded happily and wanted to agree, but the corner of his eye glanced at a black-robed woman passing by.
The other side was tall, all wrapped up tightly, but it was hard to hide the attractive curves.
Especially the pair of striking... unusually obvious great omen.
They were shocking.
"Forget about it, remember to send the copy to the hotel, and I'll do some shopping on my own."
Howard smoothed his hair, time to show off his pick-up skills.
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The tall, black-robed woman walked by, bringing up a fragrant breeze.
The beautiful scenery, like an attractive magnet, pulled Howard's eyes.
He stroked his shiny hair, and his mouth curled up in a smile.
He thought he was quite classy as he walked up to her and was ready to hit on her.
It's just that the prepared opening remarks were still in his mouth. Still, the black-robed woman with a particularly prominent figure and outstanding curve suddenly stopped and took the initiative to smile at Howard, "Sir, what can I do for you?"
"I'm sorry, I think I might have gotten lost and couldn't find my way."
Howard spoke sincerely.
Trying to make this obvious excuse look real.
He had already thought of the next question and answer session.
A bunch of cheeky love words like 'lost in your heart' had already been prepared.
"Then it looks like you're a first-time visitor to the Moulin Rouge."
The woman in black didn't answer his words. She didn't play cards according to common sense and said, "Where do you intend to go? I can be your guide."
'Is this even possible?'
Howard couldn't help but pause when he saw that the other party offered to be his guide.
'The obvious clumsy lies could deceive people?'
Then, a confident smile appeared on his face.
Silently lamenting --
'Well, I'll be damned! I have nowhere to put my charm!'
In Howard's own opinion, it was clearly his unique personality that attracted the other party's attention.
Otherwise, this black-robed woman, with a rather extravagant figure that people couldn't look away from, wouldn't easily agree to be his guide, right?
"Yes, I am a tourist."
Howard behaved politely, like a wolf in sheep's clothing.
Attempting to use this disguise to deceive ignorant girls and young women.
"I had a friend who was interested in the Moulin Rouge, but due to his busy schedule, he couldn't find the time, so he asked me to come and see it instead."
Howard said very frankly.
As if he wasn't interested in those beautiful dancers with thin, shiny tops, draped in flashy feathered costumes and metallic pieces, wiggling their hips and lifting their thighs to the rhythm of wild music.
"That's really rare. Most men come to the Moulin Rouge to have fun; few are as decent as you."
The black-robed woman raised her hand to cover her red lips and gave a soft laugh with an unknown meaning.
Her tall figure, coupled with the high-heeled leather boots, was almost on par with Howard's.
"Thank you for the compliment. I prefer an interesting soul to a vulgar appearance."
Howard began to build his persona, ready to show the other side of his humor, a fresh and good side.
And from there, he'll score!
"Good-looking bodies are the same and numerous, but interesting souls are rare."
Howard mused, like a man with a story to tell.
In damp and cold streets of Paris, not far from the Moulin Rouge, came the lively music and enthusiastic shouting.
The large rotating wheel was decorated with colorful lights, giving off an ambiguous and bright glow.
In this scene, a man and a woman looked at each other and smiled at each other.
According to the emotional soap operas of the later generations, the next step should be an emotional hug, a lingering kiss, and the camera keeps rising, giving a preview of the next episode.
"Howard -- can I call you that?"
During the conversation, the two of them unknowingly walked some distance away.
After a short conversation, the woman in black already knew Howard's name and his job -- tobacco merchant.
Selling cigarettes that cause chronic death and destroy the body seemed no different from selling weapons.
Anyway, in America, these two things were legal goods displayed on shelves in public.
"Of course, Rania."
Howard nodded gently.
His concealed glances passed over the two great omens.
Like a dragonfly, skimming over the surface of the water.
"Shall we find a quiet place to sit and talk more about ... Michelangelo's sculpture?"
Howard restrained his eagerness and rubbed his hands.
Talking about life ideals, poetry, and songs and increasing each other's feelings were just to achieve the last step.
Otherwise, he was a standard scientific man, playing Sudoku when he had nothing to do or thinking about the research and development of the power armor, which was no more interesting than walking on the streets of Paris.
"Okay! I know a hotel nearby."
The corners of the black-robed woman's mouth rose, seemingly in a happy mood, nodding her head in response.
'Wait!'
'So soon?'
Howard, who was always in and out of romantic places and used to various scenes, was still somewhat shocked.
What he meant was to find a coffee shop or a quiet pub and continue to sit for a while.
Who knew that the other party was even more direct than himself and asked to go to a hotel.
'Isn't this a little too fast?'
Howard hesitated.
It felt like running at the last base, at the speed of light.
Howard, as a Casanova, was used to approaching with his heart and then using his kidneys.
After all, foreplay with a little emotional padding was convenient for in-depth communication.
"Don't you want to go? It's just a cup of coffee, nothing more."
The black-robed woman who called herself Rania exuded a touch of charm.
Between steps, the omens swayed up and down, so Howard couldn't help but think about it.
"As a gentleman, I can't refuse a lady's invitation."
Howard tightened his trench coat and followed the black-robed woman's lead, walking into the darkness of the night.
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'Howard that bastard!'
When Luke returned to the hotel room, he saw the man in a cap crouching outside the door, holding a pile of movie copies, and cursed.
This guy couldn't just watch adult movies but had to buy copies for a collection?
Even if he bought it and collected it, shouldn't he pay for it?
Even if he paid for him, wouldn't it slander his own reputation?
"I didn't expect you to like these kinds of things, Cavill."
When Zheng Xian, who had been working on his self-reflection letter all morning, saw the explicit photo on the copy, he looked at it with a disgusted expression of 'I didn't think you were this kind of person.'
"Do you want me to send a copy to you, Director Zheng Xian?"
Luke glanced at his opponent and fired back, "It's not against the S.P.E.A.R. rules to close the door and watch this and do some traditional handcraft work yourself."
Zheng Xian seemed to choke, secretly distraught, and turned to leave.
In fact, this was also the sugar-coated bullet of capitalism.
It's bad for the organization's image and will be labeled as 'immoral'.
'The capitalist society is so sinister, and there are temptations everywhere. '
Zheng Xian went back to his room and continued to write a self-reflection letter while feeling sorry for himself.
"The guy who bought the film from you, is he at Moulin Rouge in Montmartre?"
When the man in the duck cap saw the Lieutenant General's shoulder patch on Luke's uniform, he almost went weak in the knees.
He was glad that he didn't act on any bad ideas and answered honestly, "Yes. That gentleman was going to visit Moulin Rouge ... and pick up girls. Later, he met a woman and went with her."
"Put those things down and go downstairs to find my driver to get the money."
Luke curled his lips and took copies of the scenes filmed by the high-ranking officer in the Third Reich.
As the Lieutenant General of the Pentagon and the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D, he was used to having no money in his body.
Food, clothing, housing, and transportation were all arranged by the military.
In addition, SkyNet's mobile phone sales were good, and it was gradually expanding its market.
At a very early age, Luke stopped worrying about money and realized his personal financial freedom.
'Paris is a vampire's lair. I hope Howard wouldn't be so unlucky and meet a vampire who came out to feed. '
Luke threw the copy on the sofa and himself on the bed with a soft and comfortable cushion on his head.
In the European continent, creatures like vampires and werewolves have always been very active.
They did have a glorious history for some time until human guns blasted the dark fortresses.
The vampires who relied on Dracula were dragged down from the pyramid of power.
These dark creatures once wanted to make a comeback with their deadly rival werewolves.
But in the face of the order established by the three main sanctuaries and the mysterious sorcerer's large fist.
Vampires, who thought they were elegant and noble, resolutely chose to follow their inner will and hunker down in the dark corners.
'Why do I feel that something isn't right? '
Luke closed his eyes and sorted out the details of the meeting during the day.
After a brief review, he got up and stood at the window, overlooking Paris at his feet.
The super-vision was like a sword, piercing the night and giving a panoramic view of the surrounding blocks.
Thinking of Howard, it seems that his luck had never been very good. Luke couldn't help but get a headache.
Moulin Rouge was a gathering place for all kinds of people. Apart from tourists watching performances, veteran playboys, various down-and-out artists, and gang members.
Luke pushed open the window and flew into the sky.
Within a few breaths, he arrived at Moulin Rouge.
Howard was a little unfocused at times, but his mind was still good at critical moments, and he was the leader of S.H.I.E.L.D's research team.
In case the butterfly's wings flapped and accidentally wiped this guy out, then Iron Man would be lost along with him.
The Ancient One would have to restart the timeline!
'Let's see if the bastard is having fun or if he's just unlucky enough to run into a vampire on the hunt. '
The super-vision covered the entire Montmartre area, and a large number of images flooded into his mind and were quickly filtered out.
Most of them were unpleasant and sexually explicit pictures.
Parisians are still open-minded enough, and the nightlife was quite rich.
"Found him."
It took less than 10 minutes for Luke to locate Howard's exact location.
The guy was lying on the bed with the keys to the hotel in his hand and humming a light-hearted tune.
The sound of water running in the bathroom and the surface of frosted glass outlined the stunning curves that stood out.
'Nothing appears to be wrong. '
Luke frowned and found the woman in the hotel room. Her heartbeat was extremely slow, and the biomagnetic field emanating from her body seemed to be a little off.
'Unlucky Howard. '
He said with a little sympathy.
Instead of rushing to save someone, he quickly flew back to the hotel, took a plate of fruit, and then flew back, relaxed and leisurely watching the live show.
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