The breeze is comfortable and the sky is clear and clear.
The broad lawn, collectively known as the "Presidential Garden", is lined with shrubs and trees, providing a superb view.
There is also a pool in the center, with fountains pouring out like jade bamboos, several feet high and crystal clear.
The press conference was held at the south gate. Reporters from major newspapers from New York gathered here one after another with long guns and short cannons.
Of course, these are officially sanctioned media outlets.
The president, who was promoting his daughter just now, walked to the stage gracefully and talked eloquently.
With a calm and passionate tone, look back at United States's past and imagine a bright future.
Forty minutes later, when the long and boring official speech was over, the reporters braced themselves and stopped the urge to doze off.
The camera is focused on the young major general - wait, that's Lieutenant General.
If you put New York in any newspaper, who wouldn't know that Superman is a hot news topic.
As long as you post a random photo and write some gossip, you can be an industry beacon that can increase newspaper sales.
The only pity is that since Luke travels on weekdays, he either takes the Pentagon's special car or flies directly there.
This makes it difficult for paparazzi to track. Almost no one in the industry has taken photos of Superman, let alone unearthed gimmick material.
Except for some anonymous photographers - flying in mid-air, overlooking Berlin, and pushing the aircraft carrier, the two photos that everyone cheered were taken by different people.
I really don't know how they did it!
The reporters in the audience sneered.
"That guy is a young reporter named Hadro-Jameson, Daily Bugle?"
Luke started reading according to the speech he had written, and casually glanced at the newspaper members below, and found a guy who was barely a familiar face.
According to the age, that rather clever young man may be the editor-in-chief of Daily Bugle and the father of Spider-Man's number one black fan Jonah-Jameson.
Frankly speaking, the whole process of the investiture ceremony was actually boring.
It's nothing more than talking about some positive Mind Stone chicken soup, looking back at the difficult years before America, and emphasizing the beacon spirit of freedom and democracy.
Then, intersperse a few humorous jokes to liven up the atmosphere.
Finally, make a concluding ending with a high and intense tone.
In essence, it is the same routine as those at award shows where award-winning stars thank "CCTV", "Mom and Dad" and "everyone who supports me".
Luke's speech was relatively short and could be completed in twenty minutes.
Next came the awarding of honors by the president, and the two shook hands and took photos.
On the surface, it seems unremarkable, but in fact, if it appears in the newspaper in a few hours, it will cause a wave of heated discussion.
Superman's creation, which is gradually fading away, may become popular again.
I heard that New York's red light district also launched a special sorceress cosplay service some time ago, specifically for those loyal fans who admire Superman.
Luke is not surprised by this.
Beacon of Freedom's erotic industry has always been the most popular.
When superhero blockbusters became popular, various Iron Man vs. Mystique, Hulk vs. Black Widow, Thor vs. Loki... wait, is there something weird mixed in?
Even during a certain presidential election, the publisher released a Blu-ray disc featuring Trump vs. Hillary.
Find the psychological shadow area of Clinton!
"The President, I have a meeting with Mutants of Hellfire Club later. As for the family dinner, I will attend on time."
After stepping down, Luke exchanged a few casual greetings and then left.
Before joining the meeting, he walked up to Howard and whispered a few words into his ear.
The other party's expression went from unwillingness to wavering, then wanting to refuse and then welcoming, until happily accepting. The whole process took less than ten seconds.
"I believe with your charm, there will be absolutely no problem."
Luke patted Howard on the shoulder and encouraged him.
Not long after, he appeared in the small reception room of White House Red Room.
"Where are the others?"
Luke quietly left the press conference and looked at White Queen standing at the window.
"Still under inspection by the Pentagon. This is White House, the most important center of power in the country. No Mutants has ever set foot here openly."
White Queen's tone is complicated, and his mood is even more subtle.
She looked at the lively scene not far away, thinking that she would lead Mutants and officially appear in front of the world.
This is an unprecedented and bold attempt and an important moment to change the future.
"Emma, if you take this step, you will face tremendous pressure and shoulder heavy responsibilities."
Luke walked over, and Hellfire Club, who lost Sebastian-Xiao, could be said to be leaderless.
There are still a few people who are dissatisfied with the rise of White Queen.
They are all loyal supporters of Xiao and the backbone of the radical faction.
Therefore, Luke plans to hold a consultation meeting to have a friendly exchange with those people.
This will also help S.H.I.E.L.D. to carry out related cooperation later.
"This is the first time I feel this way about not being confident."
White Queen folded his arms across his chest, and a trace of confusion appeared on his cold and arrogant delicate face.
It is unrealistic to expect a young girl in her twenties to shoulder the expectations of her compatriots and the goal of revitalizing Mutants.
Even if Bald Professor is of the same age, he may not be able to perform better than White Queen.
Responsibility can be said to be the heaviest word in the world.
It takes enough courage and enough perseverance to be able to shoulder it.
"Young Master Cahill... I should call you Mr. Lieutenant General now. Do you know? I used to be a person with very low self-esteem because I didn't get any care from my family."
White Queen felt something, shrank his shoulders, and lowered his voice. "My father perfectly interprets the image of a cold businessman, my mother abuses drugs and is addicted to alcohol every day, my brother is gay, and my sister... Kayla likes to show her best side to outsiders, but she is actually not that good, and occasionally has bad times."
"After I awakened my talent, I listened to their voices and felt their truest emotions... It was a nightmare. When you find out that your parents actually want each other to die, and each has their own shameful secrets, it's really devastating!"
"Sounds like a very difficult time. Fortunately it's over and it's worth celebrating."
Luke leaned against the table and handed the other party a glass of bourbon.
"What happened next?"
He does his best and plays the role of an attentive listener.
"I chose a boarding school. I cheated by using my natural ability to change the fact that I had poor grades and became the most popular girl in the school."
White Queen took the glass, took a sip, and laughed to himself.
"After graduation, I may become a teacher. Because everyone thinks that I have special communication skills and can always know everyone's personality and habits and become friends with them."
"But it didn't take long for me to get tired of listening to my heart. Mr. Lieutenant General, can you understand how I feel? Everyone seems to be transparent. Their worst, most disgusting, filthy, and truest side appears in my eyes without any disguise."
"I never dated any boys in school, because I could always read their innermost... dirty thoughts."
"I don't have a true good friend either. Their superficial enthusiasm cannot hide the cruel fact that they would call me a 'bitch' and a 'little slut' behind my back."
Luke laughed and acted as Mind Stone the Mentor at the right time.
This is ironic. The Mind Stone ability user's own heart is full of holes.
"You have to learn to relax, Emma. Where is the pure and flawless beauty Mind Stone in the world? Even innocent children will use hot water to destroy ant nests and release their malice."
Luke slowed down his tone and said softly.
"Resist the urge to listen, and that's how life becomes exciting."
"Mr. Lieutenant General, every time I chat with you, I always feel relaxed."
After drinking the glass of bourbon, White Queen restrained his unnecessary expression and raised the corners of his mouth slightly.
"This is probably because I can't guess what you are going to say. For me, lies are even rarer than truth."
A slender finger gently touched Luke's chest.
It was like scratching an itch, moving it back and forth.
If you are an ordinary person, you may want to be careful.
Because, White Queen can be Diamond Form.
It can easily cut through skin and tear apart flesh and blood.
What seems like a beautiful temptation may be a life-threatening act.
But Luke's expression remained unchanged, and he asked in a calm tone, "Is this... seduction?"
"No, Mr. Lieutenant General, this is cooperation."
White Queen's frowned brows relaxed, and his delicate face like an iceberg smiled sweetly, "As you said before, verbal promises cannot be taken lightly, and paper contracts can also be torn up."
"In this case, I think instead of slowly building trust and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, it is better to use a deeper way to increase mutual understanding."
"What do you think?"
Glancing down at the stunning white snow, Luke shook his head and said, "This is not a suitable battlefield."
"Mr. Lieutenant General, look at the group of people outside. Among them are the president, cabinet officials, and the Pentagon generals. They are all standing at the top of the power pyramid."
White Queen's smile became more intense, as if he was letting go of some constraints and letting himself go.
"Don't you think it's more... exciting in such a formal occasion?"
Luke Take a deep breath and suppress your inner impulse.
Most of the time, he stays rational and avoids being influenced by impulsive emotions.
"I like to take the initiative, Emma."
Luke held the finger that was playing with his chest and said in a serious tone, "I don't like being led around. Even if we really want to have in-depth communication, when and where should be decided by me."
White Queen seemed a little disappointed and withdrew his teasing fingers.
Before Luke could breathe a sigh of relief, she leaned back and lay half on the large desk.
"Now, White House, is that okay, Mr. Lieutenant General?"