Marvel’s Superman

Grab bullets with your bare hands!

Nick Fury, who has never seen much of the world, saw this kind of unique skill for the first time, and his eyes were as big as copper bells.

Although the legend about Superman has been heard many times, there is nothing like the shocking experience of witnessing it.

"The Germans are unlucky."

Thinking of the Axis powers facing such an enemy on the battlefield of World War II, Fury couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for them.

Bang bang bang! Bang bang bang!

The gunshots sounded again, fireworks spewed from the black muzzle, and the dense rain of metal bullets hit Luke.

Those burly bodyguards, who were five big and three thick, were also frightened.

But the inherent cognition of human beings, that is, "how can flesh and blood be able to stop bullets" is still in play.

So, out of some kind of stress response, the bodyguards pulled the trigger one after another, wanting to kill the curly-haired male reporter on the spot-even Guetaro's orders were forgotten.

"With such an ability to accept and psychological quality, it is not enough to be a security guard in a bar. How can you be a vampire, and how can you be a lackey for the powerful?"

Luke's eyes flashed and he sneered.

Then, his thoughts moved slightly, and the biological force field covered it.

The rapidly spreading translucent field takes the entire hall as its own territory.

"I'm about to suffocate!"

"Damn! Is this reporter a mutant?"

"He's a monster!"

"..."

A panicked voice sounded almost immediately.

The air seemed to freeze, and time seemed to slow down.

Those lasing metal bullets hit the invisible wall.

The kinetic energy was exhausted, and it fell quickly, onto the carpet.

"Mutants? Your cognition is a bit poor."

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, and terrifying gravity was applied.

The ferocious and burly bodyguards knelt down one after another, and the guns in their hands were twisted into twists in an instant as if they were being held by big invisible hands.

"As vampires, they have a bloodthirsty desire, and they treat the blood in the living beings as food. I can still understand to some extent - survival is the first priority of living beings."

A cold light flashed across Luke's eyes, and he said coldly, "But as human beings, isn't it a bit unreasonable for you to treat your own kind with such cruel means?"

Snapped!

A snap of fingers.

The bodyguard guarding the door, his head exploded like a watermelon pierced by a bullet.

The turbid liquid mixed with red and white splashed out and splashed on the intricately patterned carpet.

"Don't worry, take your time."

Feeling the panic in the eyes of everyone, Luke took off his glasses and changed from a curly-haired reporter to his original appearance.

"Superman!"

The bodyguards finally recognized it.

Anyone who is not out of touch with society and has read newspapers and TV.

No one will be unfamiliar with the youngest Superman Lieutenant General in the history of the United States, the legendary hero who ended World War II.

In later Internet terms, the current Luke is regarded as a "national idol" and "a top class in the military world".

"It seems that my disguise is very useful."

Luke put a satisfied grin on his face, then glanced over.

Snapped! Snapped! Snapped!

Snapped--

Luke seemed to be a headshot madman, squeezing the terrifying gravity of the air, exerting it on those bodyguards, smashing their heads one by one!

On the surface, it looked like Superman gave a bland glance, and then the other party blew up.

The headless body smashed to the ground, and a large stream of blood gurgled out, soaking the thick carpet with red.

"How is it, do you still like it?"

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, Luke stepped over the headless corpse that fell to the ground, pulled out a chair, and sat down slowly.

The big man sitting around the long table had fear in his eyes.

If they were ordinary murderers, they could lure them with money and beautiful women, and use their power and status to coerce them.

There is always a bargaining chip that can impress the opponent.

In this world, there are only a few madmen who really only want to welcome chaos and evil.

but--

Sitting in front of them was a lieutenant general.

When it comes to power, even the president has to give a little face.

Speaking of wealth, Skynet's behind-the-scenes holdings are arms tycoon Howard Stark and Luke -- this is not a secret, as long as you are willing to find out.

In addition, there is a hotel and casino under construction in Las Vegas, which is said to be one of the assets of the Superman Lieutenant General.

To him, wealth is a cheap thing that is readily available.

Therefore, these high-ranking politicians and wealthy businessmen who can change the situation in Washington DC.

They really didn't know what to use to impress Luke, so that the other party would raise their hand and let them go.

"General Cavill, I am..."

Snapped!

A head exploded.

The red and white mixed liquid was sprinkled on the left and right sides of the face.

The bloody smell and the feeling of imminent death made their faces pale, and the fear in their hearts had been magnified to the extreme.

"I know your name, Mr. Sfield, the cabinet of the White House. Your family is very powerful on the East Coast. It has produced several members of Congress, known as the "family of members."

Luke spoke lightly to the fallen corpse.

"But it's rude to speak without permission, and I don't like it very much."

The hall fell into a dead silence for a moment, and even Nick Fury, who was not affected by his actions, held his breath subconsciously, as if he was afraid that he would become the next unlucky person to be shot in the head.

"Your name is... Gaetaro, isn't it?"

After the absolutely quiet and cold atmosphere lasted for about half a minute, Luke tapped the table with his fingers and looked at the middle-aged man sitting in the chief.

The other party has the graceful temperament and pale face of a vampire, two sharp teeth are faintly exposed, and there is a red light in his eyes.

"Yes, it is."

Guettaro was trembling, like a wild cat with fried fur, uncontrollably showing the appearance of a vampire.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I am acquainted with the White House Chief of Staff, Mr. John Stillman."

"If there is any offense to you, I can apologize to you on behalf of the Sanguinary Council, and on behalf of Mr. Stillman, and compensate you with sufficient sincerity."

I have to say that vampires who live for a long time are indeed very winking.

Knowing that he couldn't come up with any bargaining chips, he moved out the White House chief of staff and the Sanguinary Council.

"What is your status in the Sanguinary Council?"

Luke's expression softened and he asked kindly.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, I am the head of the Washington area, specializing in ... providing fresh goods to the elders of the council, as well as some public relations activities."

Gaetaro carefully considered his words, and he was extremely afraid of Luke who suddenly appeared.

Not only because of the terrifying pressure of the biofield, but also because of the tension of not being able to guess what the other party will do next.

"That is, you are responsible for hunting humans, as well as bribing and colluding with another gang of...humans."

Luke glanced at the politician sitting next to him, who thought his head was about to explode, his legs shook with fright, and he almost lost control on the spot.

"What's your relationship with Stillman?"

Guettaro's brain turned quickly, his eyes twinkling.

He instinctively wanted to hide something, but when he saw the headless corpse that fell down, and the strong smell of blood in the air, he couldn't help but obey his inner will.

"Stillman is our big client."

Gaetaro said truthfully.

"client?"

Luke raised an eyebrow.

"That's it. Because the mages of the New York Sanctuary have regulations, vampires are not allowed to hunt humans without permission, but the elders of the council, they sometimes need some fresh...food."

Gaetaro said hesitantly.

"In order to get enough blood supply, we will cooperate with hospitals. Two-thirds of the hospital blood banks in New York actually have transactions with the Sanguinary Council."

Fury, who was standing in the back, widened his eyes. Is there such an operation?

It means that going to the hospital to donate blood before is actually equivalent to feeding vampires?

"Later, in order to enter the upper class, we used blood to develop an addictive drug, which was more powerful than marijuana and was well received by the rich."

Gaetaro said cautiously.

"Mr. Stillman was introduced, and he quickly became obsessed with the 'blood poppy', and often used it to gather people for parties."

"Later, a special wine club was set up, and a few new friends were brought over every week."

The corners of Luke's mouth twitched slightly, and the fingers that tapped on the table stopped.

John Stillman colluded with the Vampire Council to take advantage of shady deals, which was not his focus.

Politicians in the White House, members of Congress, generals in the Pentagon, no one is clean enough.

Power and money transactions, benefit transfer, everyone has done it.

Politics itself is the dirtiest game in the world. To become a senior player, or the ultimate winner, you must completely sell your morality and conscience to the devil.

"I want to know, who put Stillman on the line?"

Luke looked at the uneasy Guettaro and asked softly, "How did you meet the White House chief of staff? How did you turn so many politicians into hag?"

"The expansion rate of vampires in the Washington area is three times that of previous years."

"In addition to this wine club, there are similar cigar clubs, sailing clubs... You use the name of high-end clubs to attract elites."

"Most importantly, you also freely entered and exited the Pentagon in the name of the White House dignitaries, and prepared several laboratories to manufacture more 'blood poppies'."

"Tell me, Mr. Guertaro, who is behind the scenes? Who brought down the Vampire Council and made you his son-in-law?"

"Vampires ostensibly infiltrated Washington, D.C., but in reality they secretly used the cover of the political world and started to grow."

"At the same time, you are using the 'blood poppy' to win over all parties. Is it a vampire elder who wants to be president?"

Gaetaro's forehead was dripping with sweat, and he couldn't answer any of these questions.

The blood clan council has indeed undergone some changes recently. It no longer adopts the previous conservative strategy, but takes the initiative.

Especially in terms of infiltrating the political and business circles, it can be said that no effort has been spared.

"The wizard of the New York Sanctuary will not let vampires be the administrators of the state."

Luke gradually approached the truth and whispered: "It's not a campaign, it's seeking re-election? Or - preparing to pass a bill?"

"Is there any big move by Mr. President? Stillman is the White House chief of staff. Who he represents should not need to be guessed."

Hearing this, Gaetaro's pupils shrank suddenly, his right hand turned into a blood mist, and it burst open!

Afterwards, use the stimulating power to forcibly get rid of the biological force field that enveloped the hall.

The mutilated body, like lightning, directly slammed open the stained glass window of the hall.

"Being so obvious is the equivalent of telling me directly that the person behind the scenes is the president."

Luke didn't stop him, and hunters sometimes let go of their prey, expecting a richer harvest.

"Okay, that's the end of tonight's performance. Good night, all the bigwigs."

He stood up, and the pressure exerted by the biofield dissipated, much to the relief of the club members who were teetering on the brink of death.

Fury pursed his lips, as if he wanted to say something.

These high-ranking people, who are vampires' comrades, killed an innocent girl and deserved to be punished.

But if they are handed over to the court for trial and legal sanctions, it may not be of much use.

White House Cabinet officials, New York business capitalists, and members of Congress...

Fury glanced at the past and found that they were all well-dressed and moral bigwigs.

"Oh, right."

Luke walked to the door and suddenly turned around.

"I asked God just now, and the old man said he didn't want to forgive you bastards and asked me to send you to Mephisto."

Snapped!

Lieutenant General Superman snapped his fingers gently.

Like pushing the first domino.

clap clap clap clap-

The heads are like fireworks in full bloom.

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