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'The White House?'
Howard's eyes were as wide as brass bells, and his face was covered with shock.
"Isn't your speculation a bit too bold?"
Howard's eyebrows were twisted together, seemingly in disbelief.
"Use your brain. If you were Kang, what would you do?"
Luke shook the whisky in his glass and smiled, "Hiding in the first-place people would guess, or somewhere unexpected?"
"Uh ..."
Howard pondered for a moment, pursed his lips, and thought carefully.
It seemed to make some sense!
He then agreed with Luke's statement.
Superman's guess wasn't completely impossible.
Logically, it made sense.
Kang the Conqueror liked the high status, with enough power to make things happen.
Therefore, everyone subconsciously thought that he would choose the Soviet Union.
The opposing camps, sufficient military strength to compete, far from Temple of the Three and Superman.
This was the perfect foothold!
After the end of World War II, the biggest winners were the rapidly rising Soviet Union and the United States, which gradually grew into recognized superpowers.
The red bear, which dominated the Siberian plains, and the bald eagle that always wanted to dominate the world.
The atmosphere of the Cold War, with swords drawn but no confrontation between them had been revealed.
Therefore, the person sitting in power in the Kremlin was likely to be the first choice for Kang the Conqueror.
So why couldn't the President in the White House be the second choice?
"But we went to the President's house not long ago. Did you notice anything unusual?"
Howard asked in a deep voice.
He thought it was a secret investigation of the White House, but he didn't expect the truth and characters involved. It was increasingly alarming.
"This is where I feel hesitant. Arguably, Kang's high-tech equipment couldn't fool Superman's senses, but I didn't notice anything wrong at that time."
Luke's voice sounded hesitant for a moment, then resumed its firmness.
"But it doesn't wash away the suspicion of the President's Chief of Staff, John Stillman, who started to contact the Vampire Council when we went to Paris."
"So, Kang may have taken the President hostage and took ... his place."
As Howard spoke, his face was as heavy as lead.
If he continued to speculate, the seriousness of the matter would be beyond his imagination.
If all this were true, Luke's speculation would be the correct answer.
Then, the beginnings of World War III may no longer be just a cause for concern or joke for historians.
To know that the nuclear weapon's button of the United States was in the hands of the President, who could make bad decisions and destroy the world at any time...
Howard once heard that each President 'inherited' a black suitcase when the presidential transition happened.
It weighed about 18 kg and had a secure combination lock on it.
The surface was a titanium shell specially made by the Zero Halliburton Company- bulletproof, fall-proof, collision-proof, and of high quality.
The President was usually guarded by five special bodyguards on a 24-hour rotating basis, who wouldn't leave the President, even to go to the toilet, and were authorized to shoot any suspicious characters on the spot without prior warning.
Under heavy protection, except for the President himself, almost no one could get close to the suitcase randomly.
"Don't be so nervous, Howard. It hasn't come to that yet."
Luke calmed the other party's emotions. Launching a nuclear weapon and starting a new apocalyptic era shouldn't happen.
Kang was the type of player who raided with deep strategy, more inclined to silently develop a ripple, change history, and conquer the world.
"Who could guarantee that the time-traveling idiot wouldn't become a deranged lunatic!?"
Howard covered his forehead and spoke with anxiety.
He was an arms tycoon and didn't resist any kind of war.
But he didn't have the slightest interest in world destruction.
From Luke's mouth, he learned that the bastard who called himself 'the Conqueror', had a great love for ruining a timeline and moving on to the next one.
For him, a devastated world may be far more interesting than a normal, calm world.
"I've seen that suitcase. It's not literally a 'button'. Nuclear war isn't a game that could easily be started by pushing one button."
Luke pulled a smile out of his mouth. The so-called 'nuclear button' wasn't something like a nuclear bomb that went up in the air after the push of a button, resulting in a terrifying nuclear mushroom cloud.
If it were that simple, who could guarantee that the man wouldn't be a war madman in the presidency?
It wasn't wise to put the safety of the world on the shoulders of one person.
"Then what is it?"
Howard asked curiously.
The legendary nuclear briefcase itself had a layer of mystery.
"Four documents."
Luke simply said.
"One is a record of the number of nuclear weapons of the United States, their deployment locations, and their intended launch routes."
"The second is a confidential list of secret bases that the President could use in the event of war or emergency."
"The third is a wartime broadcasting program that allows for speeches to be given to the nation in the event of a bombing on our nation."
"The last one is the identification serial number, which is used to confirm the President's personal instructions."
"In addition, there's a secure private phone - a custom-made model produced by SkyNet - that provides direct access to the Pentagon's nuclear warfare center and Air Force commands."
Luke spilled the beans on the top secrets of the White House.
Howard was stunned to hear this, almost thinking that this Superman had been President before. Otherwise, how did he know?
"Where did you get your information?"
He held his question for a few seconds but couldn't resist.
"The suitcase is normally kept in the basement of the East Wing of the White House. Because the President was going out, it had to be carried by his entourage. I was curious at the time, so I looked through the contents."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and answered calmly.
The titanium casing couldn't block Superman's vision.
"As expected of Superman."
Howard gave a thumbs up and pulled his jacket tighter around his body as if he was worried about being naked.
"Only you would use this ability to look at other people's naked bodies."
When he saw this gesture, Luke showed his disgust instead.
"So, what are you going to do next?"
Howard coughed twice to cover up his embarrassment and changed the subject.
"Haven't thought about it yet."
Luke actually wanted to fly straight to the White House, kick down the door, and punch the President in his seat.
According to his belief, if he was 60% sure of something, he could just go ahead and do it, regardless of the consequences.
"Before I can do anything else, I need to confirm the President's identity."
Luke raised his eyebrows and whispered, "But I also think that Kang would probably figure this out and is prepared to deal with it."
"So, I'm going to make things a little more complicated and play this game with him."
Howard scratched his hair. In terms of force, he was very confident in Lieutenant General Superman.
Aryan Supermen, Namor, Sebastian Shaw ... These people have proven Luke's strength with their own miserable fates.
Only this time, his opponent was a time-traveling fugitive from the future.
If they weren't careful enough, they might be capsized.
"I'm telling you these things to prevent any accidents for myself."
Luke's eyelids lowered, making it difficult to understand what he was really thinking.
"Don't tell anyone, especially Peggy. She can't help much, and this will only increase her worries."
Howard nodded his head to show his understanding.
Most of the time, he behaved like someone who couldn't be trusted.
But occasionally, he could be very reliable.
"The first step in this game starts with Nick Fury."
Luke put down his glass, already thinking of the right person to carry out the task.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s newest agent exposes the sordid collusion between the top brass of the White House and the Vampire Council, which will make for a great headline."
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Nick Fury lived in a single apartment near Constitution Avenue in Washington, DC.
When the morning sun shone through the window, his body suddenly turned over and jumped up from the bed like a spring.
He stretched his right hand to the bedside cabinet and pressed the alarm clock in time to make a harsh sound.
"Shit! I can't be late for my first day!"
Young Fury said so and rushed into the bathroom quickly.
It took him 10 minutes to complete some personal hygiene and bared his white teeth in the mirror.
Putting on an ordinary suit and combing his hair like an adult -- the last step could be omitted.
When he was studying, Fury found that he had great potential to become a singer.
He used to keep an explosive hairstyle and hold an electric guitar. He sang loudly in the activities held by the school and was almost thrown off stage.
From then on, Fury lost his dream of being a singer, shaved off the hair that swelled like a cloud, and replaced it with a refreshing buzz cut.
Unfortunately, there is no rap in this era, but jazz and rock music were popular.
Otherwise, with Fury's talent, he might even make his debut as an idol.
"Hot dog! Remember to add some chili!"
Fury hurried out of the apartment and ran to the hot dog stand across the street to buy breakfast.
He lived in an African-American community, and the environment wasn't very good.
Gangs ran rampant, and there was always an unpleasant smell in the corridors, and there were crimes like robbery and theft, time after time.
The only advantage was probably the cheap rent.
"You look like you just won the lottery."
The stall owner handed over the hot dog with a generous portion of chili, which was obviously a special treatment.
In the past, when gang members blackmailed him, Fury helped and prevented any accidents.
As a 'cop' in the eyes of the gangs, he still had a deterrent effect on these hooligans.
"Something like that. Rubio, who's your favorite star?"
Fury took a bite of the hot dog covered with chili, and his face showed satisfaction.
"Betty Page! She's so hot, I do it to her poster almost every day ..."
"Men! I mean male stars! Come on, Rubio, I'm not interested in hearing how you jack off! "
Fury quickly interrupted the other party. He also had Betty Page's posters at home, but at most, he would look at it a few times before going to bed and try to have a beautiful dream.
"Well, it's probably Clark Gable. I like his 'It Happened One Night' movie."
The stall owner scratched his head. Speaking of male stars, he didn't have the same excitement as he did while talking about female celebrities. He was very calm.
"Then you can think of it as meeting Clark Gable soon -- working for my idol. How could it be any different than winning the lottery?"
Fury showed excitement in his words.
"Then I would rather win the lottery!"
The stall owner murmured. He couldn't understand Fury's mood at all.
The latter didn't say much. It was impossible for him to publicize the fact that Superman interviewed him.
"Have a nice day!"
Fury quickly ate the calorie-rich breakfast, bid farewell to the hot dog vendor, and stopped a taxi.
'I might have to buy a car in the future. I wonder if the staff in S.H.I.E.L.D get related subsidies? '
With this in mind, Fury stepped into S.H.I.E.L.D's gates, just in time before the clock ticked at 9 a.m.
"Hello, I'm Nick Fury."
According to the guidance of the front desk, he took the elevator to the warehouse area of the logistics department.
He received two sets of work uniforms to change into, a name tag to prove his identity and a matching gun with a fixed number of bullets.
Then, he went to the personnel department to sign a confidentiality contract and go through the process of completing the entry procedures.
"Welcome to S.H.I.E.L.D, Agent Fury."
The management staff of the personnel department reached out and revealed a certain degree of goodwill.
"The organization has an assignment for you."
A hint of surprise flashed in Fury's eyes. He didn't expect to receive an assignment on the first day of work.
Was the work atmosphere at S.H.I.E.L.D. that intense and the work environment that stressful?
"May I know what the assignment is?"
Fury subconsciously asked.
He was currently an agent in the Intelligence Division.
As a newcomer, it usually took a few days to adapt and integrate into the group before formally participating in various assignments.
"You will know soon."
The management of the personnel department looked at Nick Fury with a blank face and envious eyes.
"This is a good thing that many people in S.H.I.E.L.D. aren't lucky to get!"
Fury, who was full of doubts, went to the underground garage of S.H.I.E.L.D, according to the other party's instructions.
A rather low-key black car snapped on its headlights, shining on him.
The driver in military uniform handed over the keys to Fury and spoke with a sense of honor in his tone, "This job is yours."
'What job?'
'Driving?'
Fury took the keys.
He thought it would be a dangerous mission to monitor suspicious people and track foreign spies, but he didn't expect he would be a driver for someone.
Nick Fury, who wanted to make some achievements, suddenly felt dull.
"By the way, there are still some questions you need to answer."
The driver took out a piece of paper and read, "Do you have a driver's license? How many years of driving experience? Are your skills good enough? Can you ... drift?"
'When you drive a car normally, do you still need to learn how to drift?'
Nick Fury looked speechless and didn't know how to answer.
"Agent Fury, you aren't driving for someone ordinary. As the driver for Lieutenant General Cavill, the technical requirements are very high."
The driver frowned slightly and spoke seriously.
At this time, the car window lowered, revealing a young face.
It was Luke himself.
With a smile at the corner of his mouth, he looked at Nick Fury, who looked like he was changing expressions every second and showed surprise. He whispered, "You don't seem very willing, Agent Fury?"
"No, no! Lieutenant General Cavill, I used to work odd jobs in a garage. Not only normal driving, but I'm also a veteran in stunt driving!"
Knowing that he would be a driver for Superman, Nick Fury's mood rose and fell as if he was on a roller coaster.
He was instantly filled with enthusiasm for this job.
His mouth spewed out a long paragraph, "As for drifting … I haven't tried it for the time being, but if this is a requirement, I can go back and practice for a few days. It shouldn't be difficult!"
"Then get in the car, Agent Fury."
Luke waved noncommittally and spoke with a smile, "I'm attending a lunch meeting at the Pentagon, so I hope you won't make me late."
Fury opened the door and sat inside.
He inserted the key, held the steering wheel, preheated the ignition, and started the engine.
Perhaps because of nervousness, the black car suddenly shook.
Rocking back and forth, swinging from side to side.
"Sorry, Lieutenant General Cavill, I'm a little... nervous!"
The young Fury was sweating profusely. He looked at Luke's expression through the rearview mirror and found that the other party didn't have any dissatisfaction, so his heart relaxed.
"I am beginning to worry a little about my personal saf -- no, it should be the safety of my car, Agent Fury."
Luke's eyes flashed as he spoke calmly.
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The Washington metropolitan area was most famous for its various private clubs.
Like some Veteran clubs, Navy, Army, and Air clubs, cigar clubs … either under the official name or under various high-sounding names.
Most of them were used for interpersonal communication in small circles, so the threshold for joining was very high. Unless you had a referrer or submitted an application, you wouldn't even be able to enter the main entrance.
In the final analysis, the reason why clubs were popular was that the upper class of the United States advocated elite culture.
They copied all the private clubs and aristocratic salons in 17th century Europe.
Through the form of clubs, the elites from different circles are gathered together.
And with the high-end consumption and lifestyle that only a few people could enjoy, most people were turned away.
For example, golf clubs, sailing clubs, and so on.
These have strict requirements on income, occupation, and consumption levels.
"Just stop here."
Luke snapped his fingers, and the black car slowly slowed down and stopped in the bustling area.
This was a bar street in the metropolitan area, where many jazz groups had gathered, and many famous singers came from.
'A bar?'
Fury looked outside and wondered.
The dignified Lieutenant General and Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, how could he come out to visit a bar?!
'The nightlife has just begun. They might be coming out soon. '
Luke's eyes flickered as he thought silently.
There were several interesting streets in Washington D.C.
Pennsylvania Avenue, for example, was a regular site for demonstrations by various civic organizations and unions.
If people wanted to go on strike or cause trouble, they would definitely start from this street.
Because Pennsylvania Avenue was an important commuter route, it provided direct access to the White House and the Capitol.
In addition, there was K Street, a famous 'Lobbying Street' in later generations.
A large number of think tanks, public relations firms, and international headquarters were located there.
The likes of the World Bank and the International Monetary Fund had made their homes here.
If Wall Street in New York was the international financial center, then K Street in Washington, D.C., was the international political center.
Every presidential election was a competition between the public relations firms here and the capitalist groups behind it.
"It's really lively."
Luke got out of the car. This intoxicating street was called 'U Street'.
The most popular bars in the metropolitan area, as well as the most popular bands, were all here.
He glanced over at random and could see a long line.
Basically, they were sexy girls in costumes and young guys wearing colorful wigs and looking like vampires.
"Are you a music enthusiast in private, Director Cavill?"
As the driver, Fury got out of the car voluntarily.
Generally speaking, he should also act as a bodyguard.
However, considering the strength of the Director, he wasn't certain of who was protecting who.
"Don't get me wrong, Agent Fury, we are going to the club on the other side."
Luke changed into a suit today instead of wearing his regular military uniform.
Paired with Nick Fury, who disappeared at night, almost invisibly, it's a bit of a common combination of a rich young man and a black bodyguard.
"Red Wine Club?"
Fury glanced at the bright billboard, which was painted with a goblet outlined with colorful lights, and there was a 'No Entry' sign at the door.
"Fury, as I said before, I hope you can have strong mental fortitude. Because tonight, you will see... the real world."
Luke fiddled with his hair a few times, made a small curl, and then took out a pair of glasses from his pocket.
[Clark Kent's Glasses, a reward from the mutant camp mission.
As long as he wore it, he could turn himself into a tall, handsome and bright reporter.
It's a disguise item!
"Director ... Cavill?"
Fury stared at Luke, whose image had changed drastically, with a shocked gaze.
A gentle, bright man replaced the originally slightly stern young face!
"This is just a trivial camouflage technique."
Fortunately, Luke's voice was still the same and hadn't changed much.
"It's a big change!"
It took Fury, who was shocked, a few seconds to calm down.
With such superb camouflage skills, he still said it was 'trivial'. Director Cavill was really modest.
He didn't wear makeup at all. Just putting on the pair of glasses, and the whole person's appearance and temperament changed.
"Let's go in, Fury."
Luke swaggered and went in.
Then, no surprise, he was stopped.
"This is a private club. We don't entertain any guests and non-members."
The sturdy bodyguard stopped the intruder, but he was quite polite.
Maybe he saw Luke's expensive custom-made suit and his entourage that followed -- these days, the bigger the show, and it was either a con man or a rich man.
"I was recommended by Mr. John Stillman."
Luke leaned forward with his Metropolis reporter's face on and lowered his voice.
At the same time, he also took out his membership card from his pocket and handed it to the security guard in a smooth motion.
'Director Cavill really made thorough preparations. '
Fury breathed a sigh of relief. He thought that after Luke was stopped, he would take off his glasses and forcibly break-in.
At that time, the scene would be extremely bloody.
Among the legendary experiences of Superman, there were many amazing stories of killing all the guards in the enemy camp and completing ambushes.
Therefore, it wasn't surprising that Nick Fury had thought so.
"I heard there was a wine tasting tonight?"
Luke skillfully used his fingers to tuck a few banknotes into the pocket of the security guard.
"That's right. Held by Mr. Gitano, several guests were invited."
After checking the membership card, the security guard let Luke in.
The members of this wine club were all-powerful people from Washington, and they paid special attention to confidentiality and personal information.
Luke could name John Stillman, the White House Chief of Staff.
With the membership card in hand, it was enough to gain the trust of the security guard.
"Still the same place, the second floor?"
Luke glanced at it 'unintentionally', and seemed to be quite familiar with the architectural layout, and directly pointed out the place where 'they usually meet'.
"Of course. As always."
The security guard nodded.
"I need to bring him in. Shouldn't it be a problem, right?"
Luke beckoned to Fury, but the bodyguard didn't stop him, just reminding --
"The entourage must wait in the reception room and can't participate in the party."
Entering the main entrance and going up the side stairs, Luke looked at the environment casually. The decoration was the typical Gothic-esthetic.
Complicated and exaggerated decoration lines, vivid colors, and delicate feeling.
It was exactly what vampires liked best.
"Agent Fury, don't be afraid of anything you see later."
Luke walked through the corridor, stepped on the soft carpet, and walked towards a thick door.
"Director, I have been on the battlefield and worked as an agent. No matter what happens, I won't be afraid!"
Nick Fury showed a brave side. He thought he was also someone who had seen exaggerated scenes.
Flesh and blood-filled trenches on the battlefield, steel tanks armed with machine guns, or bombers whistling above the head...
To survive in such a dangerous environment was in itself a matter of courage and luck.
Bang!
Luke pushed open the door gently.
The 'wine tasting' that had already started was revealed to the two of them.
A girl's body that had lost its vitality was placed naked on the long table.
There was a bloody line on her wrist, and the red liquid that had lost its warmth dripped into a goblet from the wound.
Her abdomen and chest seemed to be cut open by a doctor with a precise technique and a sharp scalpel, and a few small silver bowls filled with the blood were inside.
The people who sat around the long table -- the distinguished members of the wine club, were well dressed and talked with grace.
But everyone's mouth was stained with a trace of blood.
"See, this is the so-called 'the devil is a gentleman.' "
Luke shrugged helplessly. If he came half an hour earlier, he might be able to save the innocent girl.
Unfortunately, when he appeared outside the club's door, the other party's fresh body had already turned cold.
"Is this so-called wine tasting a vampire's way of naming such vile and inhumane things?"
Luke's sudden appearance turned the hall quiet.
Those people looked at the intrusive man with strange eyes.
"Who are you?"
The middle-aged man sitting at the head of the table asked.
The members in the wine club were very secretive, and it would be impossible for outsiders to appear here, passing the security guards.
"My name is Clark Kent. I'm the number one reporter for the Daily Bugle, a fighter for justice, ready to expose your ugly face!"
Luke opened his mouth, letting the Familiar Clan sitting in a circle, as well as Nick Fury at the back, listen to it in a daze.
"Another fool who can't see the situation clearly."
The middle-aged man waved his hand, pressed the bell on the table, and called the security guards downstairs.
He thought it was a government agent or a secret investigator.
What big waves could a small reporter expose?
The middle-aged man didn't bother to do it himself, so he called the security guards to deal with it.
Looking at Luke standing at the door and Nick Fury following behind him, he said, "Put this reporter in the trunk. I think he's young enough for the 'red wine' we could taste tomorrow."
"As for the black man, throw it into a bucket, add cement and throw it in the river."
(Translator: Yeah... No... I'm not translating the 'N' word. Not now, not ever. Even if Author really used that word. -- And yes, the Author used 'it' to refer to Fury in this sentence.)
The middle-aged man grinned, and two sharp teeth could vaguely be seen.
"Vampires engage in racism? You have no future, and it's politically incorrect."
Luke didn't expect vampires in North America to be so picky that they looked down on blacks so far that they wouldn't even suck their blood.
The middle-aged man ignored the little reporter's words, and a group of five big security guards aggressively came up the stairs.
The muzzle of their guns were aimed at Luke and Nick Fury. The security guard who was guarding the door panicked and said, "Sorry, Mr. Gitano!
"He said he knew Mr. John Stillman and had his membership card, so I let him in!"
The middle-aged man named Gitano glared coldly at the other man, pretending to be generous, and said, "People make mistakes. It's not a big deal. However, you should know how to make up for your mistakes."
"These two men interrupted the wine tasting, ruining everyone's excitement and missing the most appropriate time to taste this fine red wine."
"So, get rid of that black man and send the other one to the freezer."
The security guard nodded his head repeatedly and pulled the trigger without hesitation.
Because of the silencer, the bullets fired from the muzzle didn't make a popping sound.
The next second, there was no scene of Nick Fury falling to the ground.
"Very well."
Luke calmly spread his palm, and the shriveled bullet fell to the ground.
"This constitutes as an attack on an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., shooting of an innocent person, and an attempt to harm a Military Lieutenant General by unlawfully detaining him and posing a serious threat to his life."
"So, this would count as self-defense."
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As it turned out, Nick Fury's driving skills were really good.
The morning rush hour in Washington usually caused nearly half an hour of congestion.
Fury grasped the steering wheel with one hand, stepped on the accelerator with his foot, and soared all the way there.
With the engine's roar, the car under the ass shuttled between the dense traffic like a fish in water.
"Good skills."
After arriving at the Pentagon at an amazing speed, Luke didn't feel too many bumps along the way and affirmed Fury's driving skills.
The latter's dark face showed a touch of pride.
When he was still studying, he used to drive a tattered pickup truck to deliver stuff.
Even in the bad traffic environment of Manhattan, he could drive unimpeded.
"Lieutenant General Cavill..."
"You should call me the Director."
Luke corrected the way the other party addressed him.
Many people liked to call him by his military rank.
It was probably why the status of a war hero was far more compelling than that of S.H.I.E.L.D's Director.
"Yes, Director Cavill."
Nick Fury changed his words.
"I may have to stay in the Pentagon all day. If you have something to do, you don't have to wait here. Just come back at night."
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up as he spoke lightly.
He prepared a good show and waited for the curtain to rise.
"Do you need anything, Director Cavill?"
Fury scratched his head. He didn't expect that being a driver would be so easy.
"The only thing you need to prepare is probably mental fortitude."
Luke's answer seemed to be full of meaning.
Nick Fury, standing in front of him, wasn't the one-eyed Director who could never trust anyone completely.
The other party had just stepped out of the battlefield and hadn't experienced other kinds of battles, with more dangers and … more betrayals.
Therefore, Luke thought it was necessary to train him.
First of all, let the other side know the true face of the world.
"Mental fortitude ...?"
Looking at Lieutenant General Superman, Fury muttered.
He sat back in the car, turned on the radio, and listened quietly.
He didn't intend to use his free time to do other things.
'I have a feeling that something is going to happen today."
Fury lowered the seat's back and leaned up in a more comfortable position.
'I hope it's nothing. I heard that the Pentagon had good food. I should try it later. '
With a relaxed mind, Nick Fury closed his eyes.
What else could make people feel happier than relaxing at work?
A few minutes later.
Knock, knock!
Before Fury's eyelids became heavier and falling asleep, the sound of knocking on the car window awakened him.
"What can I do for you?"
Ferry rubbed his eyelids and maintained a good attitude.
Of course, he was also vigilant at the same time.
One hand opened the holster at his waist as he held the gun that was issued.
The window was down, and there was a man about his age standing outside.
"I'm sorry, I thought you were Rourke -- I remember him driving for Lieutenant General Cavill."
The man looked at Fury's face and froze for a moment, seemingly surprised, and hastily explained.
"Rourke? Do you mean the guy who always frowns and speaks bluntly? He moved on to another assignment, and now I'm Director Cavill's full-time driver."
Fury said to the man, holding his head high, as his voice raised a few degrees.
Just like S.H.I.E.L.D's personnel department management said before.
This was a job that people would compete for!
Anyone with a little common sense would know that the rising momentum of Lieutenant General Superman was unstoppable, and his future was even more unimaginable.
Who didn't want to grip this job tightly and become a loyal supporter of the other party?
For those at the bottom of the pyramid of power, their promotion would sometimes depend on the future of their own boss, not their personal ability.
"Hahaha, that's so true. Rourke really likes to keep a straight face, as if everyone owes him money."
The young man burst into laughter.
"Congratulations, my friend. This is a good job!"
Fury nodded in agreement.
A driver was a special post for a high-ranking politician.
Their exact daily schedule, who they meet, where they went, and so on.
All of this information, which needed to be kept confidential, couldn't be hidden from the driver.
Therefore, they had to be a reliable confidant.
"It's not really that good. Director Cavill is Superman. He can fly."
Fury thought for a moment and spat, "In fact, if the Director wants to go somewhere, or if there is an emergency, he doesn't need me at all."
"He can move on his own, much faster than I can drive."
"Those Generals don't want to see a Superman flying around. It would always remind them that Lieutenant General Cavill isn't human."
The young man's eyes flashed as he introduced himself.
"My name is Alexander Pierce, and I do civilian work in the Pentagon."
"You can call me Fury. I am a ... driver for S.H.I.E.L.D."
Out of social etiquette, Fury also provided his identity.
"You're an interesting person, Fury. I hope we can meet again next time. Remember to give a message to Rourke for me and tell him -- there's an upcoming event at the Army Club on Saturday."
The young man, who claimed to be Alexander Pierce, made a brief remark and turned away.
He always had a smile on his face and seemed to be a reliable guy who could easily win people's favor.
"A civilian employee? I think you'd be better suited as an agent."
Fury continued to lie back in the seat, muttering to himself.
'The Army Club ... I wonder if I can attend? '
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"You stayed in the car all day?"
When night fell, Luke walked out of the Pentagon and got into the black car.
With the expansion of S.H.I.E.L.D, he had to deal with more and more work.
The anti-aging agents from the SSS Project had been put on the agenda, including the production of the Stark series power armor, the establishment of a mutant gene bank, and the creation of the gene map.
Recently, after bringing back a few vampires as specimens, Trask had transferred his interest to longevity genes and self-healing genes.
All in all, the staff under S.H.I.E.L.D's name was constantly expanding, and the operation for each research project required a lot of money.
The Generals in the Pentagon and the people on the Budget Committee began to realize that they couldn't afford to keep feeding this gold-swallowing monster.
'This time, the request for money wasn't very successful. '
Luke thought with regret.
He was primarily financed by SkyNet, a company jointly owned with Stark Industries, and by government grants.
The former's profits were not as exaggerated as one might think.
The communication technology of this era was too backward. Artificial intelligence and Internet applications were only future scenarios that could only appear in science fiction scripts.
It was impossible to support S.H.I.E.L.D solely by selling mobile phones and operating charges.
As for the Italian Mafia, he brought to North America; those people went to Las Vegas to open hotels and casinos.
Three months ago, he got his first legal casino license.
It temporarily belonged to the investment stage, recovering the cost and making a lot of money. It looked like he would have to wait a few more years for it.
Therefore, the most important investor for S.H.I.E.L.D. was the government.
The only way to fill Superman's pockets was to pull the wool over their eyes.
"No. I wandered around. The Pentagon has banks, post offices, and various stores, no worse than the malls outside."
Fury grinned, his teeth appearing extra white against his dark skin.
"I recommend the fast-food restaurant near the post office; their burgers are quite good."
Luke glanced at the night outside the window. Dark clouds covered the stars and moon, which was a good day for nocturnal creatures to come out and hunt.
"Director, are you going back to S.H.I.E.L.D, or are you going somewhere else?"
"Go to the metropolitan area."
Luke's mouth curled slightly.
"Okay."
Fury's mouth responded, but his heart was a little curious.
Washington's metropolitan area was an important transportation hub, with expressways connecting everywhere and railway networks extending in all directions.
Due to the convenient transportation and economic development, many high-end hotels and speakeasies were opened there.
'It's so late. Does Director Cavill want to go to a hotel or a bar for fun?'
'This shouldn't be his style!'
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He grabbed the bullet with his bare hand!
The young Nick Fury, who hadn't seen much of the world, saw this unique skill for the first time. His eyes went as wide as copper bells.
Although the legend about Superman had been heard many times, there was nothing like witnessing the shocking experience himself.
'Those Germans were really out of luck.'
Thinking of the Axis Powers facing such enemies on the battlefield of World War II, Fury couldn't help but sympathize with them.
Bang, bang! Bang, bang!
Gunfire rang out again, fireworks spewed from the muzzle, and those heavy metal bullets struck Luke.
Those five big burly security guards were also frightened.
However, the inherent cognition for humans, 'How could flesh and blood stop bullets', still played a role.
So, out of some kind of stress reaction, the security guards pulled the trigger one after another, trying to kill the young reporter on the spot -- even forgetting Gitano's orders.
"If you have such receptive ability and such mental quality, you aren't qualified to be a security guard in a bar. How could you work as a lapdog for vampires and the rich and powerful?"
Luke's eyes flashed as he mocked.
Then, his thoughts moved slightly. The bio-force field covered them.
The rapidly spreading translucent field took the whole hall as its own territory.
"I'm suffocating!"
"Damn it! Is this reporter a mutant?"
"He's a monster!"
"..."
Panic-stricken voices sounded almost immediately.
The air seemed to solidify, and time seemed to slow down.
Those metal bullets shot out, hitting the invisible wall.
The kinetic energy was exhausted, and they fell, dropping on the carpet.
"Mutants? Your knowledge is a bit poor."
The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, and terrifying gravity was applied to the field.
The fierce and burly security guards knelt one after another. The guns in their hands were twisted into knots instantly as if they were being held by an invisible hand.
'As vampires, they have a desire for blood and use the blood of living creatures as food, which I can more or less understand. After all, survival is the priority of every living creature. '
A glimmer of cold light flashed through Luke's eyes as he spoke coldly, "But as former humans, isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to treat your own kind with such cruel means?"
Snap!
With a snap of his finger.
The head of a guard by the door exploded like a watermelon pierced by a bullet.
The turbid liquid mixed with red and white splashed out and splattered on the carpet with intricate patterns.
"Don't worry, take your time."
Feeling everyone's frightened eyes, Luke took off his glasses and changed from a male reporter to his original appearance.
"Superman!"
The other guards finally recognized him.
Anyone who hadn't been out of touch with society would read newspapers and watch TV.
No one would be unfamiliar with the youngest Lieutenant General in the history of the United States, Superman, the legendary hero who ended World War II.
In terms of later generations' internet language, Luke was regarded as a 'national idol' and a 'higher-up in the military'.
"It seems that my disguise was very useful."
Luke put a satisfied smile on his face and swept his eyes over.
Snap! Snap! Snap!
Snap--
Luke was like a head-popping maniac, squeezing the horrible gravity in the air, exerting pressure on those security guards, and smashing their heads one by one!
On the surface, it looked like Superman merely glanced at them, and then the other party exploded.
Those headless bodies fell to the ground, a large stream of blood gurgled out, soaking the thick carpet with red.
"How about it, do you still like it?"
There was a strong smell of blood in the air. Luke stepped over the headless bodies that had fallen to the ground, pulled out a chair, and slowly sat down.
The big shots sitting around the long table had fear in their eyes.
If he was an ordinary murderer, he could still be lured by money, beautiful women, or power and status to supplement the coercion.
There was always a bargaining chip that could move the other party.
In this world, there were only a few crazy people who would really welcome chaos and evil.
But --
Sitting in front of them was a Lieutenant General.
When it came to power, even the president had to show some respect.
Speaking of wealth, SkyNet was owned by the arms tycoon Howard Stark and Luke -- it wasn't a secret. Anyone could find out if they wanted to.
In addition, there were hotels and casinos under construction in Las Vegas, which were said to be one of the assets under Superman's name.
For him, wealth was a cheap thing at his fingertips.
Therefore, these high-ranking politicians and wealthy businessmen who could make Washington, D.C., change decisions...
Didn't know what to use to impress Luke so that the other party would cut them some slack.
"General Cavill, I'm ..."
Snap!
Another head burst open.
Red liquid splashed on the people to his left and right.
The feeling of blood and death approaching made them pale, and the fear in their hearts had been magnified to the extreme.
"I know your name, Mr. Field. A Congressman in the White House. Your family is very powerful on the east coast. There have been several congressmen from the so-called 'congressman family.' "
Luke's tone was faint as he spoke to the fallen corpse.
"But you spoke without permission, which is very rude, and I don't like it very much."
The hall suddenly fell into dead silence, and even Nick Fury, who was unaffected by his actions, subconsciously held his breath, seemingly afraid that he would be the next unlucky bastard to get his head blown off.
"Your name is... Gitano, right?"
When the absolute quiet and cold atmosphere lasted for about half a minute, Luke knocked on the table with his fingers and looked at the middle-aged man sitting at the head.
The other party had the elegant temperament and the pale face of a vampire. Two sharp teeth were faintly exposed, and a red light appeared in his eyes.
"Yes, it is."
Gitano was trembling, like a wild cat with exploded fur, and showed his external vampire characteristics.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, I know the Chief of Staff of the White House, Mr. John Stillman."
"If there's anything that offended you, I can apologize to you on behalf of the Blood Council and Mr. Stillman and compensate with sufficient sincerity."
It should be said that vampires who had lived for a long time really did have good eyes.
Knowing that he didn't have any bargaining chips, he used the White House's Chief of Staff's name and the Blood Council.
"What is your status in the Blood Council?"
Luke's expression eased as he asked kindly.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, I am the person in charge of the Washington area. I specialize in... providing fresh goods to the elders of the Council and conducting some public relation activities."
Gitano carefully considered his words. He was greatly afraid of Luke, who suddenly appeared.
Not only because of the horrible pressure brought by the bio-force field but also because of the tension and his inability to guess what the other party would do next.
"That is, you are responsible for hunting humans and bribing and colluding with another group of ... humans."
Luke glanced at the politician sitting next to him. The guy thought his head was going to explode, so his legs shook with fear, and he almost pissed himself.
"What is your relationship with Stillman?"
Gitano's brain turned quickly, his eyes flashing.
He instinctively wanted to hide things, but he couldn't help obeying his inner will when he saw the headless corpses on the ground and the bloody smell in the air.
"Stillman is our biggest customer."
Gitano said truthfully.
"A customer?"
Luke raised his eyebrows.
"I mean... Because the Master of the New York Sanctum had a rule that vampires aren't allowed to hunt humans without permission, but the elders of the council sometimes need some fresh...food."
Gitano said hesitantly
"To get enough blood supply, we would cooperate with hospitals. The two-thirds of hospital blood banks in New York have transactions with the Blood Council."
Fury, who was standing behind, widened his eyes. 'Was there such an operation?'
Meaning when people went to the hospital to donate blood, it was actually feeding a vampire?
"Later, to enter the upper class, we developed an addictive drug with blood, which is more vigorous than marijuana and well received by the rich."
Gitano said cautiously.
"Mr. Stillman was introduced to the group. He soon fell in love with 'Blood Poppy' and often used it to gather people for parties."
"Later, a wine club was set up, and several new friends were brought every week."
The corners of Luke's mouth tilted slightly, and his fingers stopped tapping on the desktop.
John Stillman secretly colluded with the Blood Council to take advantage of improper transactions, which was not his main concern.
No politician in the White House, no member of Congress, no General in the Pentagon had a clean record.
Everyone had done some kind of power and money transactions, transferring benefits.
Politics itself was the dirtiest game in the world. To become an experienced player or the final winner, one had to sell their morals and conscience to the devil completely.
"I want to know, who referred Stillman to you?"
Luke looked at Gitano and asked softly, "How did you get to know the Chief of Staff of the White House? How did you turn so many politicians into familiars?"
"The expansion rate of vampires in the Washington area is three times the rate of previous years."
"In addition to this wine club, there are similar cigar clubs and sailing clubs ... You use high-end clubs to attract elites."
"Most importantly, you have freely entered and exited the Pentagon in the name of the White House dignitaries and prepared several laboratories to make more 'Blood Poppy'."
"Tell me, Mr. Gitano. Who is behind all this? Who took over the Blood Council and made you his lapdog?"
"Vampires infiltrated Washington, D.C. on the surface, but in fact, began to grow and develop under cover of politics."
"At the same time, you use 'Blood Poppy' to win over various forces. Does a certain vampire elder want to be president?"
Gitano's forehead was sweating, and he couldn't answer any of these questions.
Some changes had indeed taken place in the Blood Council recently. Instead of adopting the previous conservative strategy, it took the initiative to attack.
Especially in penetrating the political and business sectors, it could be said that no effort was spared.
"The Master of New York Sanctum won't let vampires enter the governing body of the country."
Luke gradually approached the truth and whispered, "Not campaigning, then seeking re-election? Or ready to pass a bill?"
"Is the President making a big move? Mr. Stillman is the White House Chief of Staff, and I don't think you have to guess who he represents."
When he heard this, Gitano's pupil suddenly contracted. His right hand turned into a mist of blood, bursting open!
Then, using the powerful force from the stimulation, he forced himself to get rid of the bio-force field that enveloped the hall.
The disfigured body was like a lightning bolt, crashing directly through a glass window of the hall.
"It's too obvious. It's equivalent to telling me that the man behind the scenes is the President."
Luke didn't stop him. Hunters sometimes let go of their prey, hoping for a richer harvest.
"Well, that's the end of tonight's performance. Everybody, I wish you good night."
He stood up. The pressure exerted by the bio-force field suddenly dissipated, which relieved the group of club members who were hovering between life and death.
Fury's lips pursed as if trying to say something.
These powerful people, the vampire's accomplices, killed an innocent girl and deserved to be punished.
However, if they were handed over to the court for trial and punished by law, it might not be of much use.
White House cabinet officials, New York business capitalists, and members of Congress ...
Fury looked back and found that all of them were well-dressed. Some were people who used to give speeches on morality.
"Oh, that's right."
Luke walked to the door and suddenly turned around.
"I just asked God. The old man said he doesn't want to forgive you bastards and asked me to send you to Mephisto."
Snap!
Lieutenant General Superman snapped his fingers.
It was as if he pushed the first domino.
Splash splash --
Each head popped like fireworks in full bloom, spewing out blood.
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'I have to tell the elders!'
Gitano, who was frantic, hit the hard ground.
Fortunately, the club floor wasn't that high, and he didn't fall to his death.
Otherwise, if a dignified vampire jumped to his death, it would be too ridiculous.
'Run!'
This was the only thought in Gitano's head.
He didn't dare to look back and rushed forward desperately.
He was afraid that the terrible Superman would catch up and blow his head off.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. noticed the Blood Council and our secret plan."
Gitano's obedience to the Blood Council Elders temporarily overshadowed his fear of Superman.
He knew very well that if those great plans to revitalize the Blood Clan were exposed or announced, the Master of the New York Sanctum would definitely launch a new round of cleansing activities for vampires in the whole North American continent.
When the nest was overturned, no egg would be left intact!
Although Gitano had never heard this Eastern saying, he also knew a similar truth.
Therefore, he couldn't betray his clan and spill all the secrets.
"Get out!"
Like a player in Grand Theft Auto, Gitano rushed to the street staggeringly, pushing away an unlucky bastard who had just gotten out of his car, kicking him in the chest.
The original elegant aristocratic temperament and pale handsome face turned into a ferocious look because of the intense pain from his arm.
And bloody clothes, as if being splashed with a bucket of red paint, looked horrifying, making people avoid him.
'The message must be sent. '
Gitano got into the car. He didn't have the keys, so he had to hot wire it.
These days, hotwiring a car was still a simple and basic skill.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The white Ford Thunderbird uttered a low roar and left under people's stunned eyes.
"That's... my car! Asshole!"
The unlucky bastard shouted.
The others watched for a while before continuing their night activities.
"Director, should we follow?"
Nick Fury, who walked out of the club, still remembered the vampire who ran away.
Those high-ranking people, who committed crimes, had been punished as they should.
But the Blood Council member behind them managed to escape, and it looked like they would soon hide in the darkness.
"I deliberately let Gitano go. The first thing the blood-sucking bat would do under the panic is definitely to return to his nest."
Luke wore those [Clark Kent's Glasses] and pretended to be the sunny reporter again.
"Those guys are used to hiding in dark corners. If no one leads the way, looking for them one by one wouldn't be easy."
He stood in the street like nothing happened, looking up at the billboard of the wine club.
Tonight, a total of six business elites, three members of the White House cabinet, and two members of Congress died here, which was bound to cause an uproar in Washington, DC.
"Agent Fury, you are now a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. "
Luke lifted his glasses, smiled, and asked, "So, tell me, are you loyal to the country or to someone, such as the President?"
"I am loyal to the flag and the justice in my heart!"
Fury was stunned for a moment. He thought of those ugly-looking higher-ups in the hall and replied in a firm tone.
"That's good. Then I have other tasks for you."
Luke was very pleased to see the young and passionate Nick Fury.
In the future, the hard-boiled egg Director wouldn't be so sincere.
"Find someone named Howard Stark, and tell him everything that happened here."
Luke ordered.
The situation was very clear. The President secretly manipulated the Blood Council and began to absorb political power.
'The next step... perhaps using a fuse to restart the war?'
Kang the Conqueror liked to use this method to drive others with power and interests and fight endlessly in his boring game of ruling the world.
"Howard Stark ... Yes, Sir!"
Fury silently noted it down, then asked, "What about you, Director?"
"Me? I'm going to end this simple but difficult game."
Luke smiled faintly.
He was 80% sure that Kang was posing as the President.
Otherwise, how could the Blood Council penetrate so quickly into the elite circles in Washington, DC?
" I'd like to know how that guy managed to fool the vampires."
Luke's mouth rose. His tall figure rose from the ground and rushed up into the night sky.
This image of him, if he put on a Superman shirt, could really make a cameo appearance as a small reporter from Metropolis.
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"I have urgent news for the elders of the council!"
Gitano, who lost his right arm, went all the way to a villa in the suburbs.
Generally speaking, vampires didn't like living in the city center.
For them, the environment was too noisy.
"It's Gitano ... he looks like a mess."
The white Ford Thunderbird rushed through the open gates and stopped at the courtyard.
The sharp brakes slid the tires on the ground, and the ear-splitting sound echoed.
"It looks like he's freaking out. Such a pathetic Gitano!"
There were endless voices of discussion. The Blood Council highly valued Gitano because he had connections with White House dignitaries.
The elders praised him many times and thought that he was a descendant worthy of support.
Maybe after a few decades, he could become an elder.
The rapid rise to the top would inevitably lead to jealousy and discontent from many people.
There were a few seats in the council. If someone took one, someone else would lose an opportunity.
"I need to see the elders!"
Gitano pushed open the car door, ignoring the strange looks from others, and broke into the hall where a banquet was being held.
"Which elder?"
Asked the vampire at the door.
"All the elders!"
Gitano spoke angrily, "I will hold a Blood Council meeting. Call all the elders in Washington!"
"That's against the rules. Gitano, you have no right ..."
"Shut up! Do as I say!"
Gitano slammed the vampire against the wall, glared at him with fierce eyes, and spoke word by word, "I need the elders to know that their plan is exposed. They should abort it immediately!"
Before long, the four elders in charge of this area of Washington, D.C., appeared together in the villa.
"Gitano, what can't be said on the phone?"
An elder with blond hair led them. He looked as if he was a 30-year-old middle-aged man.
"This is for the sake of prudence."
Gitano's right arm had been treated and bandaged.
"As far as I know, the East Coast telecommunications carrier business and mobile phone sales are almost entirely monopolized by Skynet. The man behind it is likely to be Luke Cavill, Lieutenant General Superman."
"If we talk over the phone, it's likely to be bugged."
"Elder, I need to tell you that S.H.I.E.L.D. has probably noticed the movement of the Blood Council."
"The White House's Chief of Staff, John Stillman, became the breaching point."
"That terrible Superman broke into Stillman's wine club 40 minutes ago and killed people."
"..."
The four elders who came to the conference room frowned.
Superman had been in the limelight for a long time, and it was said that he had turned the vampire covens in Paris upside down.
Even the patriarch behind those bastards, Alexander Corvinus, failed to stop it.
"Is he in league with vampires?"
A female elder with her charm still intact cursed angrily.
After the vampires in Europe, he wanted to take action against the North American continent, without even resting?
"Maybe we've been making a lot of noise and attracted S.H.I.E.L.D's attention? "
Another elder said in a deep voice.
"The man in the White House has long warned us that overt actions could put S.H.I.E.L.D. on alert."
Gitano listened silently; he wasn't qualified to speak.
As Lieutenant General Superman guessed, the changes from the Blood Council had started not too long ago.
The elders, who had always been conservative, changed their timid style of doing things and infiltrated Congress and the White House on a large scale.
It seemed that he wasn't worried at all, which attracted disgust and warning from the New York Sanctum.
"Lord Dracula has been gone for a long time, and the Blood Race needs a true 'La Magra'!"
The blond elder's eyes flickered, and the reason why he agreed to cooperate with the man in the White House was that the other person held the original essence of La Magra in his hand.
If they could get it and then hold a ceremony, it would be possible for an elder vampire to become an ancestor, equivalent to Lord Dracula.
Becoming a patriarch!
This was a temptation that no vampire could resist!
"Then what should we do now?"
The elder woman asked.
"Can you negotiate with him? Superman is in a high position and should understand the rules of the political game."
"If we surrender part of our interests, such as letting him join a cooperative alliance, we may be able to survive this crisis."
The blond elder hesitated. It sounded good, but who knew if the other party would agree.
That was Superman!
How could a war hero of justice, a selfless beacon of light on the earth, negotiate a deal with a vampire?
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"Oh, Stefan, as far as I know, Superman is not what you think."
After listening to the blond elder's doubts, the charming female elder shook her head and spoke in a seductive voice, "Who in Washington, D.C., isn't well-informed about the young Lieutenant General's messy personal life? "
"The last time a meeting of elders was held in New York, I heard that he had slept with half the female employees of S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Superman isn't only powerful, but also far superior in some places."
"A reliable insider told me that Superman is energetic and hard to satisfy. He would use three or four women at the same time."
"When attending the Paris Peace Summit, Superman stayed at Moulin Rouge for a night, sleeping with a dozen dancers ..."
Facts have proved that no matter race, occupation, or grade, any female creature was full of enthusiasm for gossip and celebrity scandals.
Originally, they were discussing the possibility of cooperation with Superman, but it had turned to discussing his private life.
"Those are gimmicks and rumors that attract people's attention, Elena."
The vampire named Stefan shook his head. He was more serious than the female elder who was keen on gossiping and cared about things between men and women.
"We have investigated the schedule and whereabouts of Lieutenant General Superman. He goes to S.H.I.E.L.D. twice a week and holds regular meetings. The rest of his time is spent in the Pentagon or elsewhere."
"A quarter of S.H.I.E.L.D are female employees, with a total of 329. Half of it would be equivalent to 160 people."
"Suppose he sleeps with three at a time, and each person spends about half an hour in that month..."
Apart from being a pure-blood vampire, Stefan was also a graduate of Carnegie Mellon University of Science and Technology -- he could be regarded as a maverick compared with other vampires who focus on art, literature, and other fields.
After all, no one had ever seen a vampire that liked doing math and physics, spending all his time calculating problems and doing research.
If this was the case, the only advantage was that vampires who had lived a long life might actually produce several great scientists to benefit the world and mankind.
"To sum up, unless Lieutenant General Superman was a master of time management, he wouldn't be able to do it, unless he spends all his time on eating, sleeping and ... mating, every single day."
Stefan made a simple calculation with his rigorous thinking from science and engineering and denied the rumors from Elena's mouth.
"Here we go again. The numbers you're talking about are just like you, not interesting at all."
Elena was an art collector who ran a gallery in real life and naturally couldn't talk to Stefan, who was a scientist.
"I have proof! That Superman is usually close to Howard Stark. Could he be any kind of virtuous role model who doesn't get close to women?"
Luke himself would never have imagined that the root cause of his character assassination was Howard!
"That's enough! What's the use of arguing about Superman's moral character at this point?"
The older vampire elder interrupted.
"The most important thing is how to solve the problem!"
He glanced at Gitano, who was listening and didn't deliberately conceal his original plan.
"The President wants power and wants to unite those who boast of being superior to him and build a huge interest group."
A red glint crossed the vampire elders' eyes, and they laughed sarcastically, "He wants more votes or a war in his favor? "
"What we want is a true La Magra who will lead the family and the council! A great patriarch who walks in the sunlight!"
"This is the basis of the cooperation between the two sides. The Blood Council has something better than heroin or marijuana -- the 'Blood Poppy'. It can control human beings, just as gangs control drug addicts."
"As for the President. I don't know where he got the original blood essence of La Magra, but it is indeed an important bargaining chip that we can't refuse."
"Therefore, there is room for cooperation between the Blood Council and the White House. This is why John Stillman acts as the spokesman for the President."
The vampire elders analyzed the recent events and the reasons behind them clearly.
He looked at the other three young elders and asked in a deep voice, "Is there a basis and room for cooperation between Superman and us?
"Do you know what he wants, or is he interested in anything?"
The rest of them looked at each other. After a moment of silence, Stefan, who was thinking from the point of view of science, took the lead in saying, "According to the human psychological model I designed, I think Superman is a hero with a strong sense of morality and full of righteousness."
"Therefore, the reason for his actions is to satisfy his inner desire to be a savior. Saving as many people as possible is the basis for his actions."
"I think we can prepare two sets of plans. One is to show a good attitude to prove that the Blood Council is friendly to humans -- or, most vampires are very kind and push those evil acts to some restless guys."
"As long as Superman reveals some intention to communicate, we can build the basis and room for cooperation."
Stefan deserves to be a graduate of a prestigious school. He spoke eloquently, and his thinking was clear, convincing everyone else.
The only unfortunate thing was that he misjudged this Superman. This wasn't the Superman from the studio next door.
Luke had no idea what the moral bottom line and sense of justice were.
"What about the second option?"
The vampire elders were interested.
"Again, using Superman's moral standards. We disclosed the President's plot -- an exaggerated terrible plan diverted his attention and put the Blood Council in a weak position to gain sympathy."
Stefan's eyes flashed with wisdom. He was confident that any young man with a sense of justice and lofty morality would fall into such a trap.
Those heroes having good qualities were their biggest weaknesses that could be used!
Gitano, who was silently watching, wanted to interject at this time. That Superman simply killed people without blinking; he couldn't feel any sense of mercy from the guy.
"Heh, such a boring proposal."
Elena snorted.
"Don't you forget that Superman came out of the battlefield? His hands are stained with blood from countless people."
"Kindness, morality, and a sense of justice ... couldn't possibly be embodied in him."
The female elder, who still had her charm, ruffled her hair and tilted her body forward, deliberately revealing a deep, bottomless cleavage, with a seductive smile, "The best way to deal with human beings is actually to stir their inner desires, to manipulate their behavior."
"The stronger the individual, the stronger the desire to dominate, and Superman is no exception."
"With so many lovers, he must be quite fond of beauty."
"I don't mind sacrificing myself and offering him my body. Anyway, it's all for the family and the survival of the Council!"
Stefan looked indifferent, turning a blind eye to the beauty displayed before him, and bluntly said, "I don't know why you want to expose your breasts. This will certainly subconsciously remind a man of the bond between mother and child, secreting hormones and androgens."
"But in Superman's view, it's probably just a pile of useless fat that only gets more cumbersome as it gets bigger."
"The simplest example is that we are both elder-level vampires, but I move much faster than you."
"Elena, the breasts you are so proud of will only be a burden to you."
"And with all due respect, because of your age, you are not as competitive as those young women in terms of flexibility, firmness, and roundness."
"If Superman is really passionate about women, he has so many choices that he doesn't need to look at an older woman who is over 300 years old."
"..."
Stefan's straightforward words, like a knife, cut Elena down to bits.
The smile on the latter's face solidified. She was about to retort when he heard the sound of an explosion coming from above.
Boom!
A dark red residual shadow, like a cannonball, smashed down.
Rubble fell like rain, sending out smoke and dust.
The pair of ice-cold eyes flashing with crimson light, slowly sweeping across the room.
"Were you talking about me?"
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Boom!
A shocking sound, as if a powder keg exploded.
The vampire elders who were plotting how to deal with Superman didn't expect the other party to come so soon.
That tall figure directly pierced through the ceiling, smashing into the conference room like a cannonball.
The excessively exciting and sensational way of entering the stage made the whole room fall into a short silence.
The two vampires who were facing each other just now subconsciously shrank their necks, hoping that they would become transparent and wouldn't be noticed.
"You seem to be surprised by my visit."
Luke's eyes slightly condensed, revealing a crimson light
"Why? Am I not welcomed?"
Vampires who had always liked the dark and hated the sun felt as if they were stuck with needles as soon as they met Superman's gaze.
They looked at each other, lowered their heads, and said nothing.
If they spoke the truth at this time, they might be 'humanely put down' in an instant.
"Superman?"
Although Luke's uniform and cloak were very distinctive.
But out of politeness and not knowing what to say, the older vampire elder still asked habitually.
His attitude was quite good, just like a social animal worker meeting an unscrupulous boss.
No matter how much they complain and curse behind the boss's back, they would still smile with respect in front of the other.
'Do you know of any other guy who likes to fly around in a cloak?'
Luke complained to himself.
He always felt that the cloak was of no real use.
In battle, when he would encounter an evenly matched opponent, he might get pulled into a big tumbleweed. For details, please refer to Superman vs. Batman, Superman vs. Bizarro, Superman vs. Louise -- cross out the last one.
However, being strong was a matter of preference, and looking cool and handsome was a lifelong thing.
In terms of personal image, Luke chose to keep his cloak.
After all, wearing only a tight-fitting uniform may be seen as a perversion.
But with the cloak, it's closer to a superhero.
"Then, I want to communicate frankly with you. I hope that there will be no lies or hostility in the conversation between us."
After Luke scanned the audience, the corners of his mouth curled up.
As if he is the master here, he raised his hand, pulled out a chair that had not been ruined by the rubble, and sat down slowly.
"Mr. Lieutenant General, what do you...want to know? We will definitely tell you everything."
Feeling Superman's gaze, the vampire elder's heart felt like it was under a large stone, and his breathing was stifled and uncomfortable.
He decided to adopt Stefan's second plan and sell out the President in exchange for personal safety.
If he betrayed the President, at best, his clan would be suppressed, and he would have some difficulties in the future.
Deceiving Superman... he could be killed instantly at any moment, directly turning into dust.
It goes without saying which of the two endings was lighter or heavier.
"It's nice to have a friendly exchange. It saves me and you a lot of unnecessary trouble."
Luke nodded with satisfaction and continued, "Let's start with the President's deal with you."
"Well ..."
Bang!
Before the vampire elder could explain, a group of heavily armed vampires knocked down the door of the conference room.
"Elder, I'll save -- I'm sorry to bother you."
The young vampire who rushed in was fierce but saw the elder was desperately winking. The rest of the people there were honestly shrinking their necks. He quickly swallowed the second half of his sentence.
The group of people quickly left the room and closed the door.
"Go on."
Luke didn't react to this little episode.
Compared with their 'relatives' in Europe, these pure-blood descendants of Dracula had less arrogance in their bones, that looked down on humans. They had more schemes and trickery.
The advantage was that they were very obedient and knew how to respect and obey the strong.
The downside was that Luke couldn't even find a reason to get angry, so he couldn't kill like he did in the wine club.
He also wanted to clean up this group of vampires so that the Corvinus coven, led by Selene, could expand their territory.
"... in short. That's how it is."
The vampire elder gave a full account of the private contact between the Blood Council and the White House.
He didn't realize the seriousness of the problem. He only thought that the Lieutenant General Superman in front of him might have pursued the matter out of a sense of justice or for other reasons.
According to normal thinking, one was the manager of the country, the President in the White House.
The other was a legendary war hero, Lieutenant General Superman, in the Pentagon.
They were at the top of the pyramid of power. Even if there were contradictions, it wouldn't be too ugly.
'Superman wouldn't rush to the White House because the President colluded with the Blood Council and punch the other party to death, right? That's too brutal. '
The vampire elder thought so.
"I appreciate your honesty, which kept the conversation from getting too bloody tonight."
After listening, Luke's suspicion that the President was Kang the Conqueror had been upgraded to a definite belief.
"By the way, as an extra reminder; The true La Magra in your eyes does not exist. So, don't bother to get that blood essence or something. It would only be in vain."
Superman stood up and prepared to leave, leaving behind a dumbfounded group of vampire elders.
How did he know that they were talking about 'La Magra'?
Just an Atlantean who signed a contract with Chthon, the god of the underworld, and transformed himself into an undead creature.
The great sorcerer named Varnae later passed on his power to Dracula, giving birth to the vampire clans.
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In the White House, Oval Office.
The night was getting deeper, but the lights were still on.
The security guards outside were impressed by the President's enthusiasm for his work and his abundant stamina.
The White House's 'champion of staying up late' remained engrossed in various national issues even at this late hour.
"Stillman, go back."
The President, who was leaning over the table, looked up and said so.
"Yes, Mr. President. By the way, about vampires ..."
Stillman, the Chief of Staff, whispered.
"I'll leave it to you. I totally trust your ability, Stillman. So, you don't have to report to me all the time."
The President interrupted his confidant's words. He pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose and whispered back.
The latter nodded and exited the office.
"Idiot."
When Stillman left, the President released the pen from his hand and took off the glasses.
He rubbed his flabby skin, and a sarcastic smile appeared on his face.
"I asked you to cooperate with vampires, but you were fooled by those stupid bats and became addicted to blood -- human beings are fragile creatures. Just a little desire could destroy them."
The president is talking to himself, and he is not worried about being heard.
The White House was surrounded by a covert detection system that would alert them to any stranger's intrusion.
"By drawing those politicians to my side, I can follow the trajectory of history and set off a cold war between the United States and the Soviet Union for hegemony, and successfully start the third war ..."
The President's eyes flickered as he began to imagine his crazy plan.
The Sorcerer Supreme had left this timeline. The biggest obstacle in front of him had disappeared.
With his familiarity with the history and the future technology in his hand, it was easy to fool the White House politicians and realize his ambitions.
"You are late."
A few minutes later, the President stood at the window with his arms at his chest and looked out into the night.
The magic circle cut through space and pulled out a transmission channel.
"Mr. Kang, you have to ask Selene about this. It took her two hours to choose the right clothes and make-up."
Mister Sinister walked out of it and sat on the sofa.
He glanced at the Black Queen, who was dressed up and charming, but his face didn't look very good.
The truth was that no man had much patience for this kind of thing.
They behaved very gentlemanly, just to win the favor of the woman and facilitate the next step.
Unfortunately, Mister Sinister wasn't interested in this woman.
He was quite conservative in his private life, not at all like a villain.
"When I meet a great conqueror, I have to be at my best."
The Black Queen sat across the table, crossed her long legs, and scoffed, "Essex, how can a guy like you understand a lady's heart? "
"Haha. I'm not interested in women's hearts, but I'm very good at dissecting and studying the hearts of mutants."
Mister Sinister sneered.
"Oh, then you can try to study mine."
The Black Queen deliberately lowered her bosom to reveal the fullness of her curves.
Although she had a smile on her face, charming and enchanting.
But those eyes narrowed slightly, revealing a dangerous glint.
"Well, you two, don't be so serious. Everyone is in the same boat, and we should be friendlier."
Kang, who was pretending to be the President, came out to settle the matter.
As the vampire elder said, the two sides should have the basis and room for cooperation to continue transactions.
According to his style, he never looked for allies.
As the great conqueror, Kang only had two sides, 'subordinates' and 'enemies'.
Allies on an equal footing didn't exist.
However, the situation of this timeline was somewhat different.
In addition to the Sorcerer Supreme, who could threaten Kang the Conqueror, there was Superman, who he had never heard or seen.
First, the other party ended World War II and defeated Hydra, not Captain America.
Moreover, the latter hadn't yet fallen into the glacier and slept for 70 years.
This was totally different from the history Kang was familiar with!
Generally speaking, no matter how the timeline changed, some things were bound to happen.
For example, Steve Rogers becoming a super soldier and then Captain America.
This was an ironclad rule.
Kang had walked through too many timelines and found no exception.
Secondly, the early appearance of S.H.I.E.L.D.
At this time, it should be called the 'Strategic Scientific Reserve.'
And then ...
A lot of probabilities made the Conqueror a little frantic.
He was a rookie player who played through the level, according to the guide.
Without future science and technology and understanding historical trends and key figures in his head, he was no different from the main character without overpowered luck.
Therefore, Kang the Conqueror thought about it and decided to erase the unstable factor -- Superman.
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The powerful enemy made Kang the Conqueror decide to be careful and plan steadily.
So, he looked for Mister Sinister and the Black Queen.
If they were asked to face Superman directly and become a front-line fighter, the other party would certainly not be happy.
However, Kang the Conqueror had ruled so many timelines, so he had long been proficient in guiding other characters in the story.
He knew Mister Sinister and the Black Queen, both of whom were scheming about awakening Apocalypse.
One was planning on being a traitor, stab the guy in the back and take the latter's powers.
The other wanted to absorb a powerful soul and complete the ascension ceremony, to become a God.
It could be said that each of them had their own ulterior motives.
It just so happened that Kang the Conqueror and Apocalypse had grudges of their own.
The latter used to be his follower, but he overthrew his rule.
That was the first time Kang the Conqueror hit a wall, and his game of ruling the world ended early.
In this way, the three people had the same enemies and the same interests.
Hitting it off and forming an alliance was only natural.
Next, Kang should consider persuading Mister Sinister and the Black Queen to join his anti-Superman alliance and act as his pawns.
"Mr. Essex, I know you have a lot of research on mutants and cloning technology."
Kang's eyes twinkled as he used the President's face to say, "As far as I know, Dr. Bolivar Trask from S.H.I.E.L.D has worked on mapping the genetic map for mutants and compiled one-fifth of it."
"At this time, Superman not only has a perfect gene pool but also gathers many mutants -- your compatriots are being domesticated and turned into captive lambs."
The diamond-shaped gem on Mister Sinister's forehead gleamed with a red glow.
He wasn't Namor, who lacked IQ. He could understand Kang's words.
"What the mutants become has nothing to do with me."
Mister Sinister shook his head as if he didn't want to get involved in the mess.
He was a mutant whose gene was activated by Apocalypse and had no sense of belonging to the race.
When doing experiments before, he dissected several mutant bodies himself.
"But Mr. Essex, your research requires mutant genes. For you, those are the basis of your ascension."
Kang knew Mister Sinister well, and his biological cloning technology had always been at the forefront of the times.
Collecting mutants and cloning mutants had always been his thing.
The other party's purpose was also very simple. Using the collected mutant genes to turn himself into an individual more powerful than Apocalypse or to create an individual more powerful than Apocalypse.
"Sir Conqueror, what are you trying to say?"
Mister Sinister pursed his lips. He knew that the President standing in front of him was actually a space-time stowaway from the future.
When he met Kang the Conqueror for the first time, he told him his origins and showed convincing evidence.
That was why Mister Sinister and the Black Queen agreed to cooperate.
"Apocalypse is nothing but fish on the chopping block. He is temporarily asleep and has no ability to resist."
Kang showed a confident smile and looked like he had a plan in mind.
"If you want to deal with him, I can help. But before we can do that, we have to solve the Superman problem."
The Black Queen's long legs stopped shaking. She lay sideways on the sofa, giving off fatal attraction.
"Sir Conqueror wants us to deal with Superman? This is different from what you said before. When you came to the door, you didn't mention anything about dealing with the world's most powerful man."
When Selene heard Superman's name, her eyes couldn't help but flash.
She frankly said it before. She was deeply interested in the young Lieutenant General.
She once thought about seducing the other party and letting Superman help her with her spiritual development.
"Put away your unsettling desire, Selene. Superman has never hesitated in killing a woman."
Mister Sinister glanced at his ally and coldly said, "If he sees you, the probability of him bowing down under your skirt is very low. He's more likely to beat you to a pulp."
"Don't overestimate your own charm. Men's inner desires for women could be satisfied by torture, whipping, abuse and other ways in addition to the biological impulse to mate."
"Destroying beautiful things could also give people pleasure."
The Black Queen smiled contemptuously, showing her veteran driver's side, "If Superman has that kind of hobby, I can definitely satisfy him."
"Abuse, torture, and bondage are just pediatrics."
Playing with toys or other 'devices' had appeared as early as the 17th century.
The British, in particular, had a strong desire for whipping.
At that time, in order to attract big business, brothels often offered professional services -- prostitutes in riding boots and low-cut dresses, beating their guests with their whips.
According to the statistics of unknown organizations, the number of masochists who spend money was far larger than that of abusers.
Most of them were well-dressed men with successful careers.
They even advertised in newspapers, soliciting 'Mistresses.'
Many socialites in social salons had to learn 'skills' to win the appreciation of men.
The British loved whipping, but the Germans liked bondage and fierce props.
The French were relatively normal, but they were keen on letting their lovers 'watch', and 'serve'.
Anyway, at that time in Europe, there were various 'games' to play.
Moreover, only the upper class could play like this, and civilians could only express their envy by saying, 'The upper class was really dirty.'
The Black Queen had lived long enough to experience the Roman Empire, witness the Republic era, and then witness the division of the East and West until its demise.
Those so-called public baths, ten thousand people 'celebrating' together.
The things that Mister Sinister mentioned were trivial.
"Umm, I think you're missing the point."
Kang, who wasn't very interested in women, spoke up. He couldn't dive into their topic.
"Sir Conqueror, we can't go against the most fearsome opponent in the world for that small profit."
Mister Sinister went straight to the point.
His meaning was very clear. It was fine to make him the front fighter, but it would cost more.
"Yes, Sir Conqueror. Some too many strong people have met their end in Superman's hands."
At this time, the Black Queen was on the same side as Mister Sinister.
As if their tit-for-tat just now never happened.
"Apocalypse is not enough as a bargaining chip?"
Kang frowned as he asked.
He began to realize that the two allies he had found seemed a bit too greedy.
"Mr. Essex is an Alpha-level mutant who is proficient in many abilities. Ms. Selene specializes in black magic and can extract vitality."
Kang the Conqueror, with his arms folded, glanced out the window to the dark night and tried to persuade, "With my high-tech weapons, getting rid of Superman is highly possible."
Mister Sinister glanced at the Black Queen and shook his head.
Superman's reputation was too resounding, and his record was too impressive.
What was the difference between rushing up there and giving away his own head?
"If you are the Conqueror, you should be willing to use your time machine as a bargaining chip ..."
After a short silence, Mister Sinister made a request.
Ruling a timeline, a whole world...
This was a great temptation for anyone.
"It seems that Mr. Essex isn't interested in talking properly."
Kang's face turned cold. He directly said, "Superman is 150 kilometers away and will arrive at the White House soon."
"There's not much time left for you two to consider. Either you form an alliance with me, and after that, I'll give Mr. Essex the mutant gene pool from S.H.I.E.L.D., and also find a suitable soul for Ms. Selene to help you complete the ascension ritual..."
"Or, choose to sit on the sidelines and miss this opportunity."
"But even if I fail, Superman couldn't destroy me once and for all."
"It's different when dealing with you. There is no foundation or room for cooperation between the two of you and the overly strong young General."
"Without my help, it wouldn't be so easy to find an opportunity to deal with Superman."
Kang said so quickly and urgently. He didn't expect Superman to be so impulsive and come straight to the White House.
Even if he had some conclusive evidence, he should test each other for several rounds and only take action after a fierce competition, right?
"Essex, you stay and fight Superman, I'll..."
The Black Queen made a decision and chose to run away.
She quickly made a magic circle, cutting through space.
The shining spark just came out and went out instantly.
"I already blocked the possibility of escape by using transmission magic with the spatial phase barrier."
Kang shrugged his shoulders. He originally wanted to negotiate seriously. First, he didn't think that Superman would directly kill him. Second, he didn't expect his allies would have such a big appetite.
Instead of continuing to play hide-and-seek and find a new identity, it would be better to tie Mister Sinister and the Black Queen to his ship.
"You set me up!"
The Black Queen, with a fierce look on her face, sent a fireball out.
Zi zi zi!
An electrical current rattled.
Kang, who had the President's appearance, disappeared as if he was only a projection.
"Ms. Selene, are you sure you want to choose infighting instead of joining forces?"
As if he teleported, Kang appeared in another part of the room.
After her failure, the Black Queen knew the other party was only a projection.
According to Kang's careful character, he wouldn't easily expose his real body.
"I hope you can keep your promise."
The Black Queen stopped and spoke coldly.
Abandoning redundant feelings, thinking rationally, and cooperating with Kang was the best choice.
Superman won't give her what she wanted, and if she couldn't complete the ascension ceremony, staying like this was meaningless.
The Black Queen had lived for a long time, and becoming a God was her only obsession.
"He's coming."
The diamond-shaped gem on Mister Sinister's forehead glowed.
As his voice fell outside the White House, a figure was like a supersonic aircraft, tearing air waves, breaking through the sound barrier, and slamming straight on the green lawn.
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Boom!
Luke hit the lawn like a cannonball, making a loud noise.
The air billow overflowed like a powerful hurricane.
The dust rolled up, and his cloak billowed.
This shocking movement immediately attracted attention.
The alarm sounded in the White House, and sharp beeps echoed inside the building.
Immediately afterward, the brigade arrived!
Field agents holding firearms arrived in groups of five.
There were also heavily armed guards scattered around the White House.
They found the target as quickly as possible and formed an encirclement.
"Lieutenant General ... Cavill!"
The Head Security Officer recognized the intruder.
There was doubt in his eyes that he didn't understand what Superman would do in the White House when it was already dark out.
Out of professional habit, he kept a safe distance.
At the same time, he kept one hand behind his back, gesturing tactical signals.
Behind the bushes and trees, guns were aimed at Superman, who was standing on the lawn.
It's just that no one dared to pull the trigger or have such thoughts.
They were subconsciously vigilant, trying to prevent accidents.
"Lieutenant General Sir, why are you visiting the White House late at night?"
Although Superman's rash intrusion was against the rules, the Head of Security kept a respectful attitude.
If he wanted to meet the President, he should have made an appointment in advance, arranged the trip and the meeting time.
But Luke's position was exceptional, and the rules of the Pentagon and the White House did not affect him.
"I want to see the President."
Luke scanned the White House with super-vision and didn't find Kang the Conqueror, which was very strange.
When he was flying at high speed just now, he destroyed more than 20 automatic aerial vehicles in a row, and those intelligent aircraft groups were obviously beyond the current era.
He could tell they were future technology from Kang at a glance.
Maybe half of Washington was filled with his spies.
"At this time ..."
The Head of Security spoke awkwardly.
His duty was to protect the President and the safety of the White House.
Naturally, an intruder like Luke, who broke into the White House without permission, should be killed on the spot.
But ...
'Bullets can't hurt Superman. '
The Head of Security felt bitter.
Even if he issued an order to open fire from every angle, he still wouldn't be able to break the other party's defense.
But he knew that the Superman, standing in front of him, had the horrifying record of fighting against tanks and annihilating bombers with his bare hands.
Unless the National Guard was brought in, he could do nothing to stop Superman from doing anything tonight.
"You are Jonathan, right?"
Luke found that his super-vision was obstructed, and he couldn't see clearly, as if he had a layer of smoke in front of his eyes.
Kang the Conqueror was fully prepared!
He didn't choose to run away!
Going head-to-head!
'Very good. '
Luke silently praised him.
He expressed his appreciation for this kind of initiative.
"Yes, Lieutenant General, Sir."
The Head of Security nodded.
He was a little surprised.
He didn't expect Luke to say his name.
Although Superman often entered and exited the White House.
But, the people who came into contact with him were all-important cabinet members and military leaders.
A small officer like Jonathan wouldn't be able to show himself in front of him.
"Do you think I am a terrorist who wants to assassinate the President?"
Luke asked in a heavy tone.
"No! Why would I dare to think that?!"
Jonathan shook his head repeatedly.
He did have this terrible idea in his head, but he would immediately snuff it out every time it appeared.
"Then, make way."
Luke whispered.
"Lieutenant General ..."
Jonathan was under great pressure.
His legs trembled, and he couldn't help but want to do what the other person said.
"Sorry, I have no time to waste here."
Luke's eyes slightly condensed. The crimson beam resembled a laser, cutting the oval office where the President often stayed in half, from top to bottom.
Rumble!
The air made a shocking explosive-like sound.
"Lieutenant General Cavill! What are you doing?"
Jonathan quickly pulled out his gun. As the Head of Security in the White House, he couldn't sit idly by and watch the other party wreak havoc.
The only courage left in his heart supported him to pull the trigger. The standard three bursts hit Superman's chest.
Unsurprisingly, the copper bullet heads hit an iron wall.
Those two distinct pectoral muscles didn't even tremble.
The powerful kinetic energy that hammered his body couldn't even break the suit, let alone his skin.
"Jonathan, you misunderstood."
Luke lifted his hand and took the gun, crushing it into scrap metal.
"According to the secret intelligence obtained by S.H.I.E.L.D, the President was captured by dangerous people, and I was trying to rescue ..."
Superman was making up nonsense without even blinking. Suddenly his feet powered up and sprinted forward.
Boom!
A strong wind blew on the green lawn, and a big hole exploded on the ground.
Jonathan, the Head of Security, wanted to say a few more things but was thrown to the ground by the violent airflow.
"This is terrifying!"
He watched the recently renovated white building collapse as if a demolition crew demolished it.
Superman made a passage by force. Steel and concrete were like paper-maché in front of him.
"Chief, what should we do ...?"
The field agents, as well as members of the security team, gathered around.
They were at a loss. No one could stop Superman.
"I don't know."
Jonathan shrugged his shoulders.
Superman said he was trying to rescue the President.
Even if he didn't believe it, there was nothing to be gained by stopping him at this time.
"Inform the Pentagon, by the way, request the deployment of the National Guard!"
Jonathan was silent for a while and made a decision.
...
...
'I don't believe Kang's technology could fool my perception!'
Luke dashed across the lawn from the White House to the Oval Office, which was cut in half in a matter of seconds.
That piece of desk, which was a gift from the Queen of England, was tilted to one side.
"Lieutenant General Cavill, by breaking into the White House so blatantly, you're trampling on the Constitution!"
A low voice suddenly sounded. Luke turned away, Heat Vision swept by and cut the bookshelf leaning against the corner.
The blazing high temperature ignited the piles of books, forming waves of fire that spread.
"Projection?"
Luke caught a glimpse of the illusory figure with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.
"A great king who claims to have ruled countless worlds and conqueror of various myths through time and space, how could he be someone who hides like a turtle, shrinking in his shell!"
He amplified his perception while speaking sarcastically and mockingly.
"It's not the time to meet yet. To be honest, I haven't figured out where you came from."
The projected image said.
"I have consulted nearly two hundred years of history, three hundred and forty-two timelines. Superman simply doesn't exist!"
"You haven't demonstrated any mastery of advanced technology, so you can't be from a future further than the one I live in!"
Luke stared at the projection and turned a blind eye to the fire rising from the ground beside him.
"I came from the Land of Light of Nebula M78 to save the people of the earth."
Lieutenant General Superman uttered nonsense.
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