“…… Only by truly giving equality and allowing everyone to have the freedom to express their opinions can this country be great again! ”

After completing a wave of classic chants with "I Have a Dream", Luke struggled to contain his urge to play the accordion.

There is no way, whenever he says this famous line, he subconsciously wants to imitate Mr. Chuan.

The prestige value on the character panel has reached a peak again after this grand debut.

The right time, at the right place.

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

Stop a runaway race riot that is heading for and punish Nathaniel Essex, who represents the elite and is a capitalist himself.

Then, with an impassioned and powerful speech, he aroused the enthusiasm of the masses and calmed their anger.

In this way, it not only won prestige, but also announced to the world the amazing news of Superman's return.

In every way, it's a win-win – not a win-win for both sides, but a win-win for both sides.

To be able to make such an important contribution, presumably Mr. Omen will also show a satisfied smile under the Nine Springs, and die without regrets.

Luke thought.

"Let's go back! Go back to your family, go back to your friends...... All problems will be solved in the end. ”

Superman speaks a paradoxical scene that can be interpreted in multiple ways as he returns to his office on the top floor of the Essex Building.

On that valuable dark carpet, there was a pool of sticky flesh.

The limbs, the organs, seem to be put into a blender with full power, mixed into a richly colored, visually intense pigment.

Only the bewitching ruby remains intact.

Syllable!

The biological force field exerted sudden pressure.

The ruby was torn apart and shattered in an instant.

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

"Say hello to Mephisto for me."

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

Directly threw Mr. Omen's soul into it like garbage.

Presumably, the old devils of hell will like "quality assets".

Poor Mr. Omen, in the end, before he even had time to say a word of begging for mercy, took the bento and fell into the hands of the devil.

"Come and wash the floor."

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

"What's next, what are you going to do?"

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

The racial problems and class contradictions raised by the representative figure of "Bob" will not disappear because of a speech.

"Essex Biotech is not enough to be the target of public anger. Taking it under the knife can only temporarily calm the anger. ”

Luke smiled and said slowly.

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

Howard couldn't help but give a thumbs up, he remembered the delicate relationship between Luke's former Irish gang and the Kennedy family.

Plus, the day of the general election is coming.

"Have you talked to Kennedy?"

Howard asked curiously.

"How is that possible?"

Luke chuckled.

"If you want to talk, it will be him who came to me, not me who took the initiative to come to the door."

With superhuman prestige, if he stands for any party, there will be no suspense in the election.

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

But in Luke's eyes, the election is just a script that can be made at hand.

"I think after this turmoil, a lot of partisan politicians who have ideas about the White House throne, they will come to me."

Luke laughed, he didn't have much interest in any of this, only those who didn't play at the table could be the real winners.

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

"Nathaniel Essex has gone to hell and only the last one remains."

Mr. Omen dies under Superman's iron fist.

Last time, Luke only shattered half of his opponent's body.

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

This time, he learned his lesson.

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

Funeral and funeral excess, from life to death, one-stop service.

The culprit who caused S.H.I.E.L.D. to fall into a passive situation and the mutants were captured has been dealt with.

There's another one waiting for Luke to solve.

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

Howard was a little surprised that Superman had only been back for a few days and was able to grasp such important news.

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

Luke shook his head and said, "It's just that Mr. Omen called the White House before. ”

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

Howard was speechless.

He was clever enough not to ask Superman how he heard the conversation on the phone and how he searched the 178-square-kilometer city of Washington, D.C.

Refuse to give the other party a chance to pretend!

"Well, I wish you success."

Howard held back for a long time and said such a sentence.

"By the way, I arranged a press conference, remember to make up a full story explaining your disappearance and return."

Luke nodded and hung up.

Rumble!

Then!

A figure rises to the sky!

……

……

It didn't take long for Luke to appear in the skies over Washington, D.C.

Super Sight takes in the city, and Super Hearing captures those tiny sound waves.

Superhuman senses, let go of restrictions, and expand to their heart's content.

Like a humanoid monitoring device, searching for the information it needs.

"I knew that it was uncreative to set up a secret base under the White House."

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

Even without a strong sense of the senses, he may be able to find a location by searching on the spot.

After determining the location, Superman did not smash directly into the White House like a cannonball, piercing the ground and pulling out Kang the Conqueror.

It would make him look like a powerful villain, or a dangerous one.

When it wasn't particularly needed, Luke preferred to keep a low profile and settle down to solve problems.

With a swipe of your hand, magical sparks jump, forming a teleportation portal that cuts through space.

The only benefit of becoming an arcane mage is probably that no matter where you go, you don't have to take the bus to buy a ticket.

"So many clones."

Luke arrives at Kang the Conqueror's underground base, and the nutrition pods leaning against the walls on both sides are all opened.

Clone warriors with the same face stood in front of him.

It is like a neat army, forming a strong line of defense.

"I smell your fear, Kang the Conqueror."

Luke smiled lowly, like the ultimate villain who was sure to win, unleashing a powerful pressure.

"If you weren't scared to the extreme, how would you think of sending out this kind of cannon fodder and consumables."

"What else can they do other than be outnumbered and look more visually striking?"

"Wait a few more seconds for you to write your last words?"

The unbridled taunt angered Kang, the conqueror who had only one brain left.

There was a hint of anger in the monotonous mechanical voice—

"How could I be afraid of you! I exist in so many timelines that even the Supreme Mage can't kill me, so what can you do? ”

A roar that bordered on depravity amused Luke.

He likes to watch his opponent the most, showing this gaffe.

"Kang, why deceive yourself."

"Either way, you're being banished from this timeline."

"Those other 'you', they're not clones or clones of you."

"So, if you're dead, that's dead."

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

The pressure of terror took shape in an instant.

Like a bomb detonating, those clone warriors who haven't made any moves have all turned into erosive flesh and blood.

At the Heavenly Father level, such a vulnerable crowd tactic is meaningless.

Luke's feet slightly off the ground, without stepping on the scarlet, pungent carpet of flesh, walked in front of Kang the Conqueror.

"Are you still struggling?"

He looked at the mutilated brain soaked in the nutrient solution and laughed playfully.

"You think that's the end of it? I can't defeat you, but someone can! ”

After a few minutes of silence, Kang the Conqueror let out harsh words.

Luke pursed his lips and vaporized the brain with his hot gaze.

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

Superman thought.

Who knows, when he took a step and was about to leave, the space suddenly became chaotic.

Phase shift activated!

Almost instantly, Luke was in Washington, D.C., in an enclosed space filled with the smell of must.

"This is ......"

He glanced at it and came up with an answer.

Ancient Egyptian pyramids.