Marvel’s Superman

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

　　 Carter in civilian uniform was holding two telegrams in his hand, and he stepped on the stairs with his flat shoes, making a "click" sound.

　　 As soon as he opened the door, he heard Luke lazily say: "Let me guess, the Allies want me to lead an attack and go to Paris to stop Sieglind from advancing?"

　　 "I remember two days ago, the Prime Minister said calmly that the Allies can withstand it for the time being, so let us not have too much pressure."

　　 The leader of the Strategic Science Corps sat by the window with his long legs resting on the edge of the window sill, and the chair swayed backwards, maintaining his balance.

　　 The afternoon sun shines in and falls on him.

　　 The whole figure seems to be immersed in a warm pool, making people sleepy.

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

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

　　The allies finally couldn't hold it back, so they decided to send their own superman to give the Germans a good look!

　　 No one thought that the Third Reich would take the initiative to launch an offensive, and the truce did not take long.

　　 The speed at which the Saint General rectified the chaos and stabilized the situation was somewhat unexpected by the high-level Allied forces.

　　 "Is there another one?"

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

　　 "President’s commendation. After all, the only recent victory of the Allied forces was when I solved the ‘tank’ soldiers in Berlin. If I hadn’t stayed in London, Mr. President would definitely be eager to hand over the rank of major general to me."

　　 Luke closed his eyes and said.

　　 The Allies urgently need a victory to inspire people, and they need a powerful fighter to stop the advancement of the Third Reich.

　　 As for the right 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 had to be taken seriously so as not to be taken advantage of by the British.

　　 "You guessed right!"

　　 Carter reacted in surprise.

　　 The second telegram came from the White House.

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

　　 Luke finished his leisure activities in the sun, stood up, and said, "It's time to see Steve. I hope he can adapt to his modified body and be able to join me on the battlefield."

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

　　 Rogers of the "battleship class" is still testing, and it is temporarily impossible to determine whether he can participate in the battle.

　　 "Ms. Stephanie said, Rogers adapts quickly."

　　 Carter blinked, paused and asked: "I just talked with Colonel Phillips for a while, 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 valued as much as before."

　　 Luke's eyes flashed, showing no obvious emotions.

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

　　 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.

　　 Those military leaders he knew through Colonel Phillips, their future achievements will not be too low.

　　 Add in the ability that he has shown enough to get rid of the mere brigadier general and get a real official position. It shouldn’t be a big problem.

　　 Luke thought it over. After the war, he would reorganize the Strategic Science Corps and put it under his control.

　　 This is the predecessor of S.H.I.E.L.D., and there is no limit to the future development space.

　　 As for the "Superman" that was made by the gang of drugs?

　　 Luke has never cared about it. The low success rate of one in five thousand, coupled with the side effects of cultivation costs and shortening the life cycle, makes it difficult for them to be on the world stage.

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

　　 And "Warden's Blood" is the same as Tony Stark's steel armor, looking greedy, but it is totally unrealistic to promote it.

　　 "No one can threaten my position, Peggy."

　　 Luke smiled confidently.

　　He will let the Allies see clearly that there is still a huge gap between Superman and Superman that is difficult to fill.

　　 "Okay. This is really your style, Luke."

　　 Carter shrugged, using the phrase circulating within the Strategic Science Corps, "You can always trust Brigadier Cavill."

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

　　 No matter how unbelievable things are, speaking out of his mouth can always make people feel that it is normal.

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

　　 Now as long as something unexpected happens, everyone can say it calmly. It's just basic exercises.

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　　 Army camp outside London.

　　 Boom!

　　 There was a huge explosion!

　　The blazing white energy forms a halo, which is released like a ball of lightning!

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

　　 The flames burst into the sky, followed by a violent explosion.

　　 When the strong air wave dissipated, only a pile of burning debris remained.

　　 "Is this the strength of the super soldier once again strengthened?"

　　 Luke, who was standing not far away, smiled. He saw Captain America slam out the shield forcefully, tearing the air into a sharp whistle.

　　 A shell fired by another tank was directly knocked out.

　　 Then, Rogers strode wildly, and a jump caught the falling vibrating shield.

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

　　 "Yes, this is a'battleship class' soldier."

Stephanie, with her arms folded, looked at Captain America with a satisfied look, and whispered: "I have focused on strengthening Captain Rogers’ physical fitness and weakening his energy attack. This can increase his survival rate on the battlefield, even if he is caught If the cannon hits it head-on, there is also a chance of surviving."

　　 "The same goes for those'tank-class' soldiers?"

　　 Luke's mouth twitched. This is exactly the rhythm of training Captain America as a meat shield.

　　 The most venomous beating, the thickest armor-sounds quite suitable for Rogers.

　　 After all, he had been beaten so many times since he was a child and it was all right. UU reading www.uukanshu.com survived tenaciously.

　　 "Yes, I made them a veritable ‘tank’."

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

　　 So I can only take the defensive route and try to hold it for a while.

　　 "Nice idea."

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

　　 "How does it feel to be a Superman?"

　　 he asked with a smile.

　　 "I have never been better than I am now!"

　　 Rogers said excitedly.

　　 He felt the power in his body steadily flowing, like a flood that burst a bank.

　　 "Hmm, your pectoralis major is indeed stronger than before."

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

　　 are really those two pectoralis major muscles, too ostentatious and eye-catching.

　　 "You only noticed this?"

　　 Rogers was a little disappointed.

　　 He overturned two tanks just now!

　　 "Otherwise? Punching tanks and kicking trucks. I did it a long time ago. This is nothing new."

　　 Luke said solemnly.

　　 He patted Captain America on the shoulder, indicating that you have a long way to go, little man.

　　 The current enemy is only the super fighters of the Third Reich.

　　The crisis to be dealt with in the future may be the alien race, the dimensional demon, the overlord of the universe.

　　 Those are not the troubles that can be solved by vibrating the golden shield!

　　 "Steve, get ready for battle."

　　 Luke looked at the glowing tank wreck and whispered: "We are going to Paris."