Superman of the Marvel Universe

"... Only by truly providing equality and allowing everyone the freedom to express their opinions can this country be made great again!"

After a classic chant through "I Have a Dream," Luke struggled to contain his strong urge to perform accordion moves.

There was no other way. Whenever he said this famous line, he subconsciously wanted to imitate Mr. Chuan.

The reputation value on the character panel has once again reached a peak after this grand appearance.

At the right time, in the right place.

Superman instantly became the light of righteousness, a beacon in the world.

Stop an out-of-control racial riot and punish Nathaniel Essex, who represents the elite and is a capitalist himself.

Then, use impassioned and powerful speeches to arouse the enthusiasm of the crowd and calm their anger.

In this way, he not only gained fame, but also announced to the whole world the shocking news of Superman's return.

No matter how you look at it, it's a win-win result - not that both sides win, but that Luke wins twice unilaterally.

Being able to make such an important contribution, Mr. Omen will surely smile with satisfaction and die without regrets.

Luke thought so.

"Go back! Go back to your families, go back to your friends...all problems will eventually be solved."

Superman returned to his top-floor office in the Essex Building while speaking in a paradoxical manner that could be interpreted in many ways.

The valuable dark carpet was covered with a pool of sticky flesh and blood.

Limbs and organs seem to be put into a blender at full speed, mixed into richly colored and visually intense paint.

Only the strange ruby ​​remained intact.

Snapped!

The biological force field exerted sudden pressure.

The ruby ​​fell apart and shattered instantly.

Luke, who was already the Supreme Mage, raised his hand and pinched an illusory soul.

"Say hello to Mephisto for me."

With a kind smile on his face, he opened a teleportation portal with one hand.

He directly threw Mr. Omen's soul in like trash.

Presumably, a "quality asset" that the old devil from hell would love.

Poor Mr. Omen, he didn't even have time to say a word for mercy, so he just took the lunch and fell into the hands of the devil.

"Come here to wash the floor."

Luke picked up the phone on his desk and called Howard who was watching the excitement.

"What are you going to do next?"

The scientific advisor, who had been prepared for a long time, touched his beard. This matter was far from over.

The racial issues and class conflicts caused by the representative figure "Bob" will not disappear just because of a speech.

"Essex Biotech is not enough to be the target of public anger. Operating on it can only temporarily quell the anger."

Luke said slowly with a smile on his face.

"Just get the president out later and leave the problem to the federal government. It's all their fault anyway - I just need to deal with Kang the Conqueror."

Howard couldn't help but raise his thumbs. He thought of the subtle relationship between the Irish gang that Luke once belonged to and the Kennedy family.

Plus, the election day is coming.

"Have you settled with Kennedy?"

Howard asked curiously.

"how is this possible."

Luke laughed.

"If we want to talk, he will come to me, not me."

With his superhuman reputation, if he supports any party, there will be no suspense in the general election.

Even according to the historical trajectory, before Kennedy came to power, there was still Dwight Eisenhower.

But in Luke's eyes, the general election is just a script that can be drawn up at will.

"I think that after this crisis is over, many partisan politicians who have ideas about the White House will find me."

Luke laughed. He had no interest in these. Only those who don't go to the gambling table can become real winners.

If Superman gets too involved in politics, he will be bound by more and more rules.

"Nathaniel Essex has gone to hell, only the last one left."

Mr. Omen died under Superman's iron fist.

Last time, Luke only broke half of the opponent's body.

As a result, this tenacious guy can continue to cause trouble in the future.

This time, he learned his lesson.

Not only the body was shattered, but the soul was also thrown to hell.

Funeral services, one-stop service from birth to death.

One of the culprits who caused SHIELD to fall into a passive situation and the mutants were brutally captured has been dealt with.

There's another one, waiting for Luke to deal with.

"Can you find Kang the Conqueror and determine his location?"

Howard was a little surprised that Superman, who had only been back for a few days, could actually have such important information.

"You haven't found Kang the Conqueror for so long, how could I possibly know."

Luke shook his head and changed the topic: "It's just that Mr. Omen has called the White House before."

"I heard their conversation, and based on the content, I roughly speculated that Kang the Conqueror might be somewhere in Washington, D.C."

Howard heard this and was speechless.

He was smart enough not to ask Superman how he heard the conversation on the phone and how he searched Washington, D.C., which covers an area of ​​178 square kilometers.

Refuse to give the other party a chance to show off!

"Then, I wish you success."

Howard held it in for a long time before saying this.

"By the way, I arranged a press conference. Remember to make up a complete story to explain your disappearance and return."

Luke nodded and hung up the phone.

boom!

then!

A figure rises into the sky!

……

……

Not long after, Luke appeared in the sky above Washington, DC.

Super vision sees the city in full view, and super hearing captures those tiny sound waves.

Superhuman senses, let go of restrictions and expand as much as you want.

Like a humanoid surveillance device, searching for the required information.

"I knew it was a no brainer to set up a secret base under the White House."

Luke complained about Kang the Conqueror's old-fashioned thinking.

Even without powerful senses, he might be able to find the location by searching on the spot.

After determining the location, Superman didn't just smash into the White House like a cannonball, penetrate the ground, and pull out Kang the Conqueror.

This would make him look like a powerful villain, or a dangerous person.

Unless there is a special need, Luke prefers to solve problems in a low-key and stable manner.

Swipe casually, and magic sparks jump, forming a teleportation portal that cuts through space.

The only advantage of becoming an occult mage is probably that no matter where you go, you don't have to buy a ticket by car.

"So many clones."

Luke came to Conqueror Kang's underground base, and the nutrition cabins leaning against the walls on both sides were all opened.

Clone warriors with identical faces stood in front of him.

Like a neat army, forming a solid line of defense.

"I smell your fear, Kang the Conqueror."

Luke smiled lowly, releasing a powerful pressure like the ultimate villain who was sure of victory.

"If you weren't so scared, why would you even think of sending out this kind of cannon fodder and consumables."

"Aside from being more powerful in numbers and having more visual impact, what else can they do?"

"Can I give you a few more seconds to write your last words?"

The unscrupulous taunting angered Kang the Conqueror, who had only one brain left.

The monotonous mechanical sound was mixed with a hint of anger——

"How could I be afraid of you! I exist in many timelines, and even the Supreme Mage can't kill me. What can you do?"

He almost growled angrily, amusing Luke.

What he likes most is watching his opponents show such gaffes.

"Kang, why should you deceive yourself?"

"Either way, you're expelled from this timeline."

"Those other 'yous', they are not your doppelgangers or clones."

"So, if you die, you are dead."

Luke's eyes moved slightly, and the biological force field suddenly turned on.

The terrifying pressure took shape in an instant.

Like a bomb detonating, those clone warriors who had not taken any action were all turned into rotten flesh.

At the Heavenly Father level, such a fragile human wave tactic is meaningless.

Luke walked up to Kang the Conqueror with his feet slightly off the ground, without stepping on the pungent scarlet flesh carpet.

"Are you still struggling?"

He looked at the incomplete brain soaked in nutrient solution and said with a joking smile.

"You think this is the end? I can't defeat you, but someone can!"

After a few minutes of silence, Kang the Conqueror spoke harshly.

Luke pouted and used his heat vision to evaporate the brain.

"Is there anyone else on this planet who can be my opponent?"

Superman thought so.

Who knew that when he took a step and prepared to leave, the space suddenly became chaotic.

Phase shift activated!

Almost instantly, Luke was transported from Washington, D.C., to a closed space filled with a musty smell.

"here it is……"

He glanced at it and came up with the answer.

Ancient Egyptian pyramids.