Marvel's Superman

Chapter 207 - 204

Chapter 207 - 204

At Versailles, delegations from various countries entered one after another.

At the top, naturally, are the five bullies … tsk! The five permanent members. ??

As early as the Yalta Conference, they had already planned the basic outline of the establishment of the United Nations.

Later, with the formal signing of the Charter of the United Nations.

This international organization, whose symbolic meaning was greater than the actual meaning, was formally established.

That's why Luke thought he could set out to create a World Security Council and get the full-scale version of S.H.I.E.L.D. out in advance.

"Are you ready? You're going to make an opening speech later. The world will see Superman and judge your words and actions."

Howard sat back listlessly. After last night's brutal slaying, he really felt his body was hollowed out.

His body was like an overworked and overloaded machine

It must be tapered a bit.

Howard rubbed his sore back and changed to a more comfortable sitting position.

"Why would I have stage fright? I just need to read from the script."

Luke acted calmly, as the President should have done on this occasion.

However, the latter gave him the job.

In less than a year, the Lieutenant General rose rapidly at an alarming rate and became a 'mountain' that neither the White House nor the Pentagon dared to take lightly.

To achieve such results, in addition to his own strength, he relied more on the historical progress and opportunities.

"Instead of worrying about my problems, you might as well think about yours. How could your over-indulged, weak body would be able to cope with those thirsty, wolf-like female warlocks?"

Howard was suddenly awaked by Luke's mockery.

He thought very seriously and finally decided to cancel his trip to Moulin Rouge tonight.

"Do you think I should let Stark Industries cross over into the pharmaceutical industry?"

After hesitating for a few seconds, Howard asked another question.

He was always confident, but for the first time he showed hesitation and embarrassment.

After all, this was a man's unspeakable weakness.

"You want to make that thing?"

Luke paused, wondering whether to give sildenafil to Howard, whose kidney was overdrawn in middle age.

He still remembered the molecular formula and synthetic method to some extent -- he saw some urban stories in his last life, and many leading characters made their fortune like this.

"Forget it, I'll hire a fitness instructor and start working hard."

Howard was disillusioned and waved his hand.

The research period for drugs was too long, and a distant dream couldn't fix a current problem.

At this moment, he realized the helplessness of being an ordinary person.

If he had Superman's physique, like Luke.

Or a super soldier, like Rogers.

How nice would it be!

Luke scanned the speech, not bothering to pay attention to Howard, who was depressed.

If he knew that this guy wanted to become a super soldier just for the sake of the number of women at night, he would certainly feel disgusted.

A few minutes later, the Atlanteans finally entered the venue, which could fill almost half of the oval long table.

Wearing breathing helmets, these underwater people stepped through the doors and instantly became the focus of the audience.

Reporters at the conference pressed their shutters harder and the strobe lights formed a continuous barrage of flashes.

Because Namor suffered from a broken back, he couldn't move.

Therefore, the delegates attending the Peace Summit were replaced by the heads of the three largest tribes, the Hammerhead Shark, the Orca and the Seahorse.

At this meeting, they would jointly propose that Namor be removed from the throne.

Also, adding this clause to the terms of the agreement.

As for whether to send him to the guillotine, the three commanders were still deliberating on it for the time being.

The royal family of Atlantis had maintained a long reign.

The tribes under them usually behaved very docilely, and made no changes.

However, when there was a power vacuum, some Atlanteans were inevitably tempted.

No matter how they do it, kicking Namor out was the key.

"Let's get started."

Representatives of various countries exchanged draft peace agreements with each other. The specific details had been discussed in Liberty Island.

What's left were the formalities.

Incidentally, indicating to the world, the human world has established diplomatic relations with Atlantis and reached a preliminary exchange between civilizations.

After the two sides roughly looked at it and confirmed that the provisions were correct, Luke, as the opening speaker, got up with a smile and walked onto the stage.

"Dialogue and reconciliation are the path to peace. I'm glad to see the two sides, the marine civilization represented by the Atlanteans and the land civilization represented by humans, come together…"

"As a pacifist, I sincerely hope that this is just the beginning, not the end. A glorious history will be created, and a bright future will be in our hands …"

"…"

Everything the young man said on the high platform, were transmitted as radio waves into thousands of households.

On the black-and-white TV set, Luke's tall figure and cold face appeared.

Every word that came out of his mouth was full of power, strong and resounding.

"See! This is Superman. He has become a hero in the eyes of the world, a symbol of greatness."

In a mansion in London, a man with a dark face and a low voice looked at the picture on TV and sneered.

The man was unusually tall, dressed in a tuxedo-like suit, and a meticulously combed hair.

The most striking thing was the diamond-shaped ruby on his forehead, glowing with a demonic light.

"What can be done about that? Sebastian Shaw, was an Alpha mutant. And Namor, with dual genes of Atlantis and mutants, could be said to be one of the most powerful people on the planet."

Leaning back on the sofa, Selene, the enchanting Black Queen, sighed.

"The two of us were unable to defeat Superman, and even suffered a crushing defeat! Furthermore, he's highly resistant to magic, and I didn't have much of an advantage in the last brief encounter."

The man paced back and forth, occasionally looking at Luke on the TV, his face as deep as water.

"Will this damn Superman interfere with my plans?"

A moment later, he stopped and looked at the Black Queen.

"Who knows? Sebastian Shaw pissed him off because of mutants."

Selene, the Black Queen, stretched her back, revealing her beautiful curves.

"Superman seems to be interested in mutants … No, more accurately, he seems to want to bring us under his control."

"It looks like an implicit desire for power."

"Heh. In that case, Superman is not as bright as it seems."

The tall man said so, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

He had his own business to take care of for the time being and had no desire to be Superman's enemy.

The fellow's strength was proven by many people, with bloody consequences.

"Nathaniel, are you afraid too? I thought your fear of the strong was much lower after having faced a mutant god."

The Black Queen teases the other party purposefully, as the people who were watching from the sides didn't matter.

"Apocalypse is naturally the most powerful being that I have ever seen. He is infinitely close to God, and my ability is also given by him."

The tall man, whose full name was 'Nathaniel Essex', was a radical genetic researcher.

In fact, he noticed mutants earlier than Bolivar Trask and Sebastian Shaw.

Nathaniel Essex had a more well-known name than his real name, 'Mister Sinister'.

He and the Black Queen, were both considered elders of the mutant race.

Sebastian Shaw, in front of these two people, had to consider himself as a junior.

"I'm a scientist and believe in data. Judging from Superman's record, his strength is probably close to Apocalypse, not much worse."

Mister Sinister chuckled in a deep low voice, like a ghost.

"I really hope we can keep a peaceful situation with him. As for the mutants, I don't care if they live or die."

The Black Queen was a little disappointed. She still wanted to motivate Mister Sinister and provoke the conflict between the other party and Superman.

"That's a pity, I rarely have such a strong desire for a man. The moment I saw him, I just wanted to eat him up."

The attractive woman, watched the man on TV. Her cheeks blushed as if she was drunk.

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