Superman of the Marvel Universe

Bletchley Manor, the temporary headquarters of the Strategic Science Corps.

Carter, who was wearing civilian military uniform, held two telegrams in his hands, and his flat-heeled shoes made a "tapping" sound on the stairs.

As soon as he opened the door, he heard Luke say lazily: "Let me guess, the Allies want me to lead an attack to Paris to stop Sieglinde's advance?"

"I remember that two days ago, the Prime Minister said calmly that the allies can withstand it for the time being, so we should not put too much pressure on us."

The leader of the Strategic Science Corps sat by the window, his long legs hanging on the edge of the window sill, and his chair swayed backwards to maintain balance.

The afternoon sun shone in and fell on him.

The whole figure seems to be soaked in a warm pool, making people feel drowsy.

"You can hear me talking downstairs?"

Carter put away one of the telegrams, because the content was completely guessed by Luke.

The Allies finally couldn't hold on any longer and decided to send their own Superman to give those German guys a good look!

No one expected that the Third Reich would take the initiative to launch an attack, not long after the truce.

The speed with which General Sheng rectified the chaos and stabilized the situation was somewhat beyond the expectations of the top Allied forces.

"Is there another copy?"

The female agent put her hands behind her back, as if to prevent Luke from peeking.

"Praise from the President. After all, the Allies' only recent victory was when I eliminated the 'tank-level' soldiers in Berlin. If I hadn't still been in London, Mr. President would have been impatient to hand over the rank of major general to me."

Luke said with his eyes closed.

The Allies urgently needed a victory to cheer them up, and they also needed a powerful warrior to stop the advance of the Third Reich.

As for the suitable candidate, there is no doubt that it is a young brigadier general who is basking in the sun.

Therefore, the White House felt that it needed to win over the British people seriously to avoid being taken advantage of by the British.

"You guessed it right!"

Carter reacted with surprise.

The second telegram came from the White House.

"I have many strengths that you don't know about, Paige."

Luke ended today's sunbathing leisure activities, stood up, and said: "It's time to go see Steve. I hope he adapts to the modified body and can go to the battlefield with me."

After these days of active training, "tank-level" soldiers have reached combat standards.

As for the "battleship-class" Rogers, it is still being tested and it is not yet certain that it can participate in the battle.

"Ms. Stephanie said that Rogers adapted quickly."

Carter blinked, paused and asked: "I just chatted with Colonel Phillips for a while, and he was a little worried about you."

"Now that the Allies have a new Superman, your status may decline and you will no longer be as valued as before."

Luke's eyes flickered, showing no obvious emotion.

Regardless of the British Prime Minister or the President in the White House, they all have a very good attitude towards themselves.

This is just a special situation during the war. When the curtain falls and the smoke clears, the name of a war hero will be worthless.

However, Luke was prepared.

The military bosses he met through Colonel Phillips will all achieve great success in the future.

Coupled with the sufficient ability he has shown, it should not be a big problem to get rid of the empty-name brigadier general and get an official position with real power.

Luke had already thought about it. After the war was over, he would reorganize the Strategic Science Corps and bring it under his control.

This is the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., and its future development space is unlimited.

As for those "supermen" who were created by taking drugs and risking their lives?

Luke had never taken it to heart. The low success rate of one in [-], coupled with the cost of cultivation and the side effects of shortening the life cycle, made it difficult for them to enter the world stage.

What the military cares about is always weapons that can be mass-produced.

The "Blood of Woden" is just like Tony Stark's steel armor. It is tempting to look at, but it is completely unrealistic to promote it.

"No one can threaten my position, Paige."

Luke smiled confidently.

He will make it clear to the Allies that there is still a huge gap between Superman and Superman that is difficult to bridge.

"Okay. That's really your style, Luke."

Carter shrugged, and in the words of a saying circulated within the Strategic Science Corps, "You can always trust Brigadier General Cavell."

In the eyes of many people, Luke is simply a legend who continues to create miracles and surprise people.

No matter how unbelievable things are, when they come out of his mouth, they always make people feel that they are normal.

So much so that the members of the Strategic Science Corps have become accustomed to Luke's usual mantra, "Basic operations, don't be surprised", and regard it as a classic line and often quote it.

Nowadays, whenever something slightly unexpected happens, everyone can calmly say that it is just a basic act.

……

……

Army camp outside London.

boom!

There was a huge bang!

The blazing white energy forms rings of light and is released like ball lightning!

A Churchill infantry tank seemed to have been hit by several landmines. Its solid and thick steel body was suddenly overturned to the ground.

Fire shot into the sky, followed by a violent explosion.

When the strong air waves dissipated, only a pile of burning wreckage remained.

"Is this the strength of the super soldier after he has been strengthened again?"

Luke, who was standing not far away, had a smile on his lips. He saw Captain America swinging his shield hard, tearing the air into a sharp roar.

The shell fired by another tank was directly shot away.

Then, Rogers ran wildly and jumped to catch the falling vibranium shield.

Use both hands to forcefully break the barrel of the tank!

"Yes, these are 'battleship-class' soldiers."

Stephanie, with her arms folded, looked at Captain America with satisfied eyes and said softly: "I focused on strengthening Captain Rogers' physical fitness and weakening the energy attack. This can improve his survival rate on the battlefield, even if he is captured by a ship. Even if the gun hits you head-on, you still have a chance to survive.”

"Those 'tank-level' soldiers, too?"

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, this was exactly the rhythm of training Captain America as a human shield.

Taking the hardest beatings and having the thickest armor—sounds like a good fit for Rogers.

After all, he had been beaten so many times since he was a child and was fine, and he survived tenaciously.

"Yes, I made them literal 'tanks'."

Stephanie pushed up her glasses. There were not as many Superman on the Allied side as Berlin.

So we can only take the defensive route and try to hold on for a while.

"Nice idea."

Luke nodded and walked towards Rogers who overturned two tanks in a row.

"How does it feel to be Superman?"

he asked with a smile.

"I've never felt better!"

Rogers said excitedly.

He felt a steady stream of power within his body, like a flood that had burst a dam and surged wantonly.

"Yeah, your pectoralis major muscles are indeed stronger than before."

Luke couldn't help but glance at it, not that he had some indescribable thoughts about Captain America.

It's really those two pectoralis major muscles that are too exaggerated and eye-catching.

"That's all you noticed?"

Rogers was a little disappointed.

He just overturned two tanks!

"Otherwise? Have I done things like punching tanks and kicking trucks a long time ago? This is not new!"

Luke said seriously.

He patted Captain America on the shoulder and said, little brother, you still have a long way to go.

The current enemies are just the super soldiers of the Third Reich.

The crises we need to deal with in the future may be alien races, dimensional demons, or cosmic overlords.

Those are not troubles that a vibranium shield can solve!

"Steve, get ready for a fight."

Luke looked at the flaming tank wreckage and whispered: "We are going to Paris."