"...Only by truly giving equality and letting everyone have the freedom to express their opinions can this country be great again!"
After completing a wave of classic chants through 'I Have a Dream,' Luke struggled to contain his strong urge to make gestures like Mr. Trump.
He couldn't help it; he wanted to imitate Mr. Trump's gestures whenever he quoted the famous lines.
After this grand appearance, the reputation value on his character panel reached its peak again.
At the right time, in the right place.
Superman instantly became the light of the right path and the beacon for the world.
Stopping a runaway racial riot and punishing Nathaniel Essex, who represented the elite and was a capitalist himself.
Then, his impassioned and powerful speech aroused the enthusiasm of the masses and calmed their anger.
In this way, not only did he gain a reputation, but he incidentally announced to the whole world the amazing news of Superman's return.
From every aspect, it was a win-win situation -- not that both sides won, but that Luke unilaterally won twice.
'Making such an important contribution, Mister Sinister should smile contentedly and die without regret.'
Luke thought so.
"Go home! Go back to your family, go back to your friends ... all your problems will be solved."
Superman spoke plausible statements that could be interpreted in various ways while returning to the top floor of the Essex Building.
The expensive dark carpet was covered with a thick pool of flesh and blood.
Limbs and organs, as if they came out of a blender, were mixed into the colorful and vividly colorful canvas.
The only thing that remained intact was the demonic ruby.
Pa!
The bio-force field violently pressurized on it.
The ruby was broken and shattered into pieces.
Luke, who was already a Sorcerer Supreme, raised his hand and squeezed an ethereal soul.
"Send my regards to Mephisto."
With a kind smile on his face, he opened a transmission portal with one hand.
Mister Sinister's soul was directly thrown in like garbage.
Presumably, the old devil in Hell would love this 'quality asset'.
Poor Mister Sinister, before he even had time to beg for mercy, he got the short end of the stick and fell into the hands of the devil.
"Come here, clean this place up."
Luke picked up the phone on his desk and called Howard, who was still watching.
"What are you going to do next?"
The scientific advisor, who had been prepared for this, stroked his mustache. This matter was far from over.
The racial issues and class conflicts brought up by Bob, as the representative figure, wouldn't disappear because of a speech.
"As the target of public anger, Essex Biotech isn't enough. To start with, we can only calm the anger temporarily."
Luke said slowly, with a smile on his face.
"Just bring the President out later, and pass the issue on to the federal government. It's all their fault anyway -- I just need to deal with Kang the Conqueror."
Howard couldn't help but raise his thumb. He remembered the delicate relationship between Luke's former Irish mob and the Kennedys.
Besides, the election was coming up.
In this case, some things needed to be done.
"Did you talk to Kennedy?"
Howard asked curiously.
"How is that possible? "
Luke chuckled.
"If he wants to talk, he should come to me. I shouldn't be the one to visit him."
With Superman's reputation, if he were to stand for any party, there would be no suspense in the general election.
According to history, even if Kennedy took office before, Dwight Eisenhower was still standing in his way.
But in Luke's eyes, the general election was just a script that could be changed at will.
"I think that after this fiasco is over, a lot of partisan politicians who have ideas about the White House will come looking for me."
Luke smiled. He's not interested in these things. Only those who didn't approach the gambling table would be the real winners.
Superman would be bound by more and more rules if he was too involved in politics.
"Nathaniel Essex has been sent to hell. Only the last one remains."
Mister Sinister died under Superman's iron fist.
Last time, Luke only shattered half of his opponent's body.
This guy, with his tenacious vitality, continued to fish in troubled waters.
This time, he learned his lesson.
Not only did he shatter his body, but he also threw the guy's soul to Hell.
One-stop funeral service, everything done cleanly.
The culprit that caused S.H.I.E.L.D to fall into a passive situation, and mutant's tragic kidnappings, had been dealt with.
Only one other person was waiting for Luke to deal with him.
"Can you locate Kang the Conqueror?"
Howard was a little surprised that Superman, who had only been back for a few days, was able to grasp such important information.
"You haven't found Kang after so long. How could I? "
Luke shook his head and said, "But Mister Sinister did call the White House earlier."
"I heard their conversation. Based on that, I assume Kang is probably somewhere in Washington, DC."
Howard heard what he said and kept silent.
He was smart enough not to ask Superman how he heard the conversation on the phone and how he managed to search the 178 square miles of Washington, D.C.
He refused to give the other party the opportunity to act pretentious!
"Hmm, I wish you success."
After holding his tongue for a while, Howard replied.
"By the way, I arranged a press conference, so remember to make up a complete story to explain your disappearance and return."
Luke nodded and hung up.
Boom!
Suddenly!
His figure punched up to the sky!
...
...
It didn't take long for Luke to appear in the sky over Washington, DC.
Super Vision took a panoramic view of the city, and his Super Hearing captured those tiny sound waves.
Superman let go of the limits of his senses and expanded as much as possible.
Like a humanoid surveillance machine, he searched for the information he needed.
"I knew that the secret base was set up under the White House, really lacking creativity."
Luke belittled Kang the Conqueror's old way of thinking.
Even if he didn't have strong senses, he might be able to find the location by searching on the spot.
After determining the location, Superman didn't smash the White House like a cannonball, penetrated the ground, and pulled Kang the Conqueror out.
This would make him look like a powerful villain or a dangerous man.
Luke preferred to solve problems in a low-key and stable manner unless it was needed.
With a single hand gesture, magical sparks flickered, forming a portal that cut through space.
The only advantage of being a Master of The Mystic Arts was that they didn't need to buy tickets or own a car no matter where one went.
"So many clones."
Luke arrived in Kang the Conqueror's underground base, and the nutrition cabins leaning against the walls on both sides were all opened.
Clone fighters, all with the same face, stood in front of him.
Like a neat army, it formed a solid defense line.
"I can smell your fear, Kang."
Luke chuckled in a low voice, like the ultimate villain with a sure victory, releasing a strong pressure.
"If you weren't scared to death, why would you consider sending out such cannon fodder and expendable goods? "
"In addition to looking like they outnumber me, they seem to have a visual impact. What else can they do?"
"Delaying for a few more seconds, so you can write down your last words?"
The unbridled mockery angered Kang the Conqueror, who only had one brain left.
In the monotonous mechanical voice, had a trace of anger --
"How could I be afraid of you?! I exist in many timelines. Even the Sorcerer Supreme can't kill me. What can you do?"
The near-exasperated roar made Luke laugh.
He enjoyed watching his opponent, who was acting like this, losing his cool.
"Kang, why delude yourself? "
"No matter what, you will be kicked out of this timeline."
"Those other 'you' are not your doppelgangers or cloned copies."
"So, if you're dead, then you're dead."
Luke's eyes slightly moved, and his bio force field suddenly activated.
Terrifying pressure instantly took shape.
Like a bomb detonated, those clone fighters who hadn't moved were all reduced to crumbling flesh and blood.
Without resistance, the defense line collapsed.
At the Allfather level, such a fragile tactic was meaningless.
Luke's feet slightly hovered off the ground. Without stepping on the scarlet and pungent carpet of blood, he floated in front of Kang.
"Do you have to struggle?"
He looked at the crippled brain soaked in the nutrient solution and laughed jokingly.
"Do you think this is over? I can't defeat you, but someone else can!"
After a few minutes of silence, Kang uttered malicious words. He wanted to continue talking, but Superman had no patience to listen.
Luke grimaced and used Heat Vision to vaporize the brain.
'On this planet, is there anyone else who could be my opponent?'
He thought so.
Who knew when Luke stepped out and was ready to leave...
His eyebrows slightly wrinkled, sensing something was wrong.
The space was suddenly turbulent, and a phase shift was initiated!
Almost instantly, Superman was transported from Washington, D.C., to a musty, enclosed space.
"This place is..."
Luke scanned around and got the answer.
This place was an ancient Egyptian pyramid.
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