"..."
Through "I Have a Dream", after completing a wave of classic singing, Luke tried hard to restrain his strong impulse to make accordion movements.
no way.
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 the right path, a beacon in the world.
Stop an out-of-control racial riot and punish Nathaniel-Essex who represent the elite and are capitalists themselves.
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 amazing news of Superman's return.
No matter how you look at it, it is a win-win result - not that both parties win, but that Luke unilaterally won twice.
Being able to make such an important contribution, Mister Sinister must be able to 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 Essex Tower's top-floor office while talking about things that were paradoxical and open to interpretation.
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.
Snap!
Bio-Force Field exerted sudden pressure.
The ruby fell apart and shattered instantly.
Luke, who was already Sorcerer Supreme, 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 Mister Sinister's soul in like trash.
Presumably, the old devil in hell will like this "high-quality asset" very much.
Poor Mister Sinister 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 the 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 Bio-Tech is not enough to be the target of public anger. Operating on it can only temporarily calm the anger."
Luke said slowly with a smile.
"Just carry the president out later and leave the problem to Federal Government. It's all their fault anyway - I just need to deal with Conqueror Kang."
Howard couldn't help but raise his thumb. He thought of the subtle relationship between Irish Mob, where Luke once belonged, and the Kennedy family.
Plus, the election day is coming.
There seems to be something to be done about this.
"Have you reached an agreement with Kennedy?"
Howard asked curiously.
"How is that possible?"
Luke laughed.
"If we want to talk, he will come to me, not me."
With Superman's reputation, if he supports any party, there will be no suspense in the general election.
Even if we follow the historical trajectory, before Kennedy came to power, there were still Dwight-Eisenhower in between.
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 party politicians who have ideas about the White House throne will find me."
Luke laughed. He had no interest in these. Only those who do not go to the gambling table can become real winners.
Superman If you get too involved in politics, you will be bound by more and more rules.
"Nathaniel-Essex have gone to hell, only the last one is left."
Mister Sinister died under Iron Fist of Superman.
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 S.H.I.E.L.D. to fall into a passive situation and Mutants was brutally arrested has already been dealt with.
There is another one, waiting for Luke to solve it.
"Can you find Conqueror Kang and determine his location?"
Howard was a little surprised that Superman had only been back for a few days and could actually grasp such important news.
"You haven't found Conqueror Kang for so long, how could I possibly know."
Luke shook his head and changed the subject. "It's just that Mister Sinister called White House before."
"I heard their conversation. Based on the content, I roughly speculated that Conqueror Kang might be somewhere in Washington D.C.."
Howard was speechless after hearing this.
He was very smart and did not ask how Superman heard the conversation on the phone and how he searched for 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 D.C..
Super Vision has a panoramic view of the city, and its super hearing captures those tiny sound waves.
Superman's senses, let go of restrictions and expand to your heart's content.
Like a humanoid surveillance device, searching for the required information.
"I knew it was a no brainer to set up a secret stronghold underground at White House."
Luke complained about Conqueror Kang'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 did not directly smash into White House like a cannonball, penetrate the ground, and pull out Conqueror Kang.
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 Mystic Arts Master is that no matter where you go, you don't have to buy a ticket by car.
"So many clones."
Luke arrived at Conqueror Kang's underground base, and the nutrition cabins leaning against the walls on both sides were all opened.
Clone Warriors with the same appearance stood in front of him.
Like a neat army, forming a solid line of defense.
"I smell your fear, Conqueror Kang."
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 ridicule angered Conqueror Kang, who only had 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. Even Sorcerer Supreme can't kill me. What can you do?"
Roaring almost angrily, making Luke laugh.
What he likes most is watching his opponents show such gaffes.
"Kang, why should you deceive yourself?"
"No matter what, you will be 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 Bio-Force Field suddenly opened.
The terrifying pressure took shape in an instant.
Like a bomb detonating, those Clone Warriors that had not taken any action were all turned into rotten flesh.
Without any resistance, the defense line collapsed.
By Skyfather-level, such a fragile human wave tactic is meaningless.
Luke's feet were slightly off the ground, not stepping on the pungent scarlet flesh carpet, and floated in front of Conqueror Kang.
"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, Conqueror Kang said harsh words. He wanted to continue, but Superman had no patience to listen.
Luke curled his lips and used Heat Vision to evaporate the brain.
"Is there anyone else on this planet who can be my opponent?"
He thought so.
Who knows, when Luke takes a step and prepares to leave.
He frowned slightly, sensing something was wrong.
The space suddenly becomes chaotic and the phase shift starts!
Almost instantly, Superman went from Washington D.C. to a closed space full of musty smell.
"Here is..."
Luke glanced and got the answer.
Here is, Ancient Egypt pyramid.