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

Carter, dressed in a civilian military uniform, held two telegrams in his hands and stepped on the stairs with flat heels making a "click" sound.

As soon as he pushed open the door, he heard Luke say lazily: "Let me guess, the Allies want me to lead the attack to Paris to stop Siegrinde's advance?" ”

"I remember that two days ago, the prime minister said with a calm face that the allies can withstand it for the time being, so let's not have too much pressure."

The leader of the Strategic Science Corps sat by the window, his long legs resting on the edge of the windowsill, his chair swaying backwards to maintain his balance.

The afternoon sun shone in and fell on him.

The whole person seems to be immersed in a pool of warm water, which makes people drowsy.

"I'm talking downstairs, and you can hear me too?"

Carter put away one of the telegrams, as the contents were completely guessed by Luke.

The Allies finally couldn't hold it anymore and decided to send their own supermen to give those Germans a good look!

No one expected that the Third Reich would take the initiative to attack, and it was not long before the truce.

The speed with which General Sheng rectified the chaos and stabilized the situation was somewhat unexpected by the top echelons of the Allied forces.

"What about another copy?"

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

"The President's compliment. After all, the only recent Allied victory was when I dealt with the 'tank-class' soldiers on the Berlin side. Had it not been for my stay in London, Mr. President would have been anxious to hand over the rank of Major General to me. ”

Luke said with his eyes closed.

The Allies urgently needed a victory to cheer up, and even more so a strong warrior to stop the advance of the Third Reich.

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

Therefore, the White House feels that it is necessary to seriously woo it, so as not to be taken advantage of by the British.

"You guessed it right!"

Carter reacted in surprise.

The second telegram came from the White House.

"I have a lot of strengths that you don't know, Peggy."

Luke finished his day's sunbathing activities, stood up, and said, "It's time to check out Steve, I hope he gets used to his modified body and can go to battle with me." ”

After these days of active training, the "tank-class" soldiers have reached the standard of combat.

And the "Battleship-class" Rogers is still being tested, and it is not certain that he can participate in the battle for the time being.

"Madam Stephanie said, Rogers adapted quickly."

Carter blinked, paused and asked, "I just talked to Colonel Phillips for a while, and he's a little worried about you." ”

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

Luke's eyes flickered, showing no obvious emotion.

Don't look at the British Prime Minister, the President of the White House, they all treat themselves very well.

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

However, Luke was prepared.

The military bigwigs he knew through Colonel Phillips would not be too low in the future.

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

Luke has thought about it, and when the war is over, he will put the Strategic Science Corps in order and take it under his hands.

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

As for the "supermen" who were made by drug addiction?

Luke never took it to heart, and the low success rate of 1 in 5,000, combined with the cost of cultivation and the side effects of shortening their life cycle, made it difficult for them to get on the world stage.

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

And "Worden's Blood" is the same as Tony Stark's steel armor, which is greedy to look at, but it is completely unrealistic to promote it.

"No one can threaten my position, Peggy."

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 his shoulders and, in the words of the phrase that circulated within the Strategic Science Corps, "You can always trust Brigadier General Cavell."

In the eyes of many, Luke is simply a legend who constantly creates miracles and surprises.

No matter how incredible things are, coming out of his mouth always makes people feel that this is normal.

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

Now, as long as something slightly unexpected happens, everyone can calmly say that it's just a basic exercise.

……

……

Outside London, Army camp.

Rumble!

A loud bang!

The blazing white energy formed a circle of aura, released like a ball of lightning!

A Churchill infantry tank seemed to have been hit by several mines, and its sturdy and thick steel body was suddenly overturned to the ground.

A fire erupted, followed by a violent explosion.

By the time the powerful wave dissipated, all that was left was a pile of burning wreckage.

"This is the strength of the super soldier after being strengthened again?"

Luke, who was standing not far away, smiled at the corner of his mouth as he saw Captain America throw out his shield with force, tearing the air into a sharp whistle.

The shells fired by another tank were directly knocked out.

Then, Rogers strode wildly, catching the falling vibranium shield with a leap.

With both hands, he smashed the barrel of the tank violently!

"That's right, this is the 'Battleship' Soldier."

Stephanie, who was holding her hands on her chest, looked at Captain America with satisfied eyes, and said softly: "I focused on strengthening Captain Rogers' physical fitness and weakening the energy attack, which can improve his survival rate on the battlefield, even if he is hit head-on by the ship's guns, he can have a chance of survival." ”

"The same is true of those 'tank-class' soldiers?"

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched, this was completely the rhythm of Captain America being cultivated as a meat shield.

The most vicious beatings, the thickest stacks of armor - that sounds like a good fit for Rogers.

After all, he has been beaten so many times since he was a child, but he is fine, and he survives tenaciously.

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

Stephanie pushed her glasses, there were not as many Supermen on the Allied side as Berlin.

So you can only take the defensive route and try to hold out for a while longer.

"Not a bad idea."

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

"How does it feel to be Superman?"

He asked with a smile.

"I've never been better than I am!"

Rogers said excitedly.

He felt the power in his body flow continuously, like a flood rushing through the embankment.

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

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

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

"That's all you noticed?"

Rogers was a little disappointed.

He just overturned two tanks!

"Or else? Punching a tank or kicking a truck, did I do it a long time ago? This is not new! ”

Luke said seriously.

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

Now the enemy is only the super-soldiers of the Third Reich.

The crisis to be dealt with in the future may be an alien race, a dimensional demon god, and a cosmic overlord.

Those are not troubles that can be solved with a vibranium shield!

"Steve, get ready for battle."

Luke looked at the flaming wreckage of the tank and said softly, "We're going to Paris." ”