Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 68 This is just a basic operation

Bletchley Manor, temporary headquarters of the Strategic Science Corps.

Carter, who was wearing a civilian military uniform, was holding two telegrams in his hands, and his flat heels stepped on the stairs, making a "click" sound.

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

"I remember two days ago, the Prime Minister said with a calm face that the Allies can withstand it for the time being, so let us not put too much pressure on it."

The leader of the Strategic Science Corps was sitting by the window, his long legs resting on the edge of the window sill, and the chair swayed backwards to maintain his balance.

The afternoon sun shone in and fell on him.

The whole person seems to be soaked in a warm pool, making people drowsy.

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

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

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

No one expected that the Third Reich would take the initiative to launch an offensive, and it wasn't long before the truce.

The speed at which General Sheng rectified the chaos and stabilized the situation was somewhat beyond the expectations of the high-level Allied forces.

"Is there another copy?"

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

"President's commendation. After all, the only recent victory of the Allied Forces was when I dealt with the 'tank-level' soldiers in Berlin. If I hadn't been in London, Mr. President would have been impatient to give me the rank of major general."

Luke closed his eyes and said.

The Allies desperately need a victory to cheer people up, and they need a strong fighter to stop the advance 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 was necessary to seriously win over, so as not to be taken advantage of by the British.

"You guessed it right!"

Carter reacted in surprise.

On the second telegram, it was from the White House.

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

Luke finished today's sunbathing leisure activities, stood up, and said: "It's time to see Steve, I hope he can adapt to the modified body and be able to go to the battlefield with me."

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

As for the "Battleship-class" Rogers, he is still being tested, and it is temporarily uncertain whether he can participate in the battle.

"Ms. Stephanie said that Rogers adapted quickly."

Carter blinked, paused and asked, "I just chatted with Colonel Phillips for a while, and he was a little worried about you."

"The Allied Forces now have a new superman, and your status may drop, and you will no longer be valued as much as before."

Luke's eyes flickered for a moment, showing no obvious emotion.

Regardless of the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, the president of the White House treats himself 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 already prepared.

The few military leaders he met through Colonel Phillips will not have low achievements in the future.

Coupled with the sufficient ability I have shown, it should not be a big problem to get rid of the brigadier general with a false name and get an official position with real power.

Luke has already thought about it, and after the war is over, he will reorganize the Strategic Science Corps and bring 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 "Superman" made by taking drugs and working hard?

Luke never took it to heart. The low success rate of [-] in [-], coupled with the cost of cultivation and the side effects of shortening the life cycle, made it difficult for them to enter the world stage.

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

And "Worden's Blood" is just like Tony Stark's steel armor. It looks greedy, but it is completely unrealistic to promote it.

"No one can threaten my position, Paige."

Luke smiled confidently.

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

"Okay. That's really your style, Luke."

Carter shrugged, and, to quote a phrase circulating within the Strategic Science Corps, "You can always trust Commodore Carville."

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

No matter how unbelievable something is, it can always make people feel normal when it comes out of his mouth.

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

Now as long as something slightly unexpected happens, everyone can calmly say that it is just basic practice.

……

……

On the outskirts of London, an army camp.

boom!

There was a huge bang!

The blazing energy formed circles of halos, released like ball lightning!

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

Flames soared into the sky, followed by a violent explosion.

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

"This is the strength of the super soldier after strengthening again?"

Luke, who was standing not far away, smiled at the corner of his mouth. He saw Captain America throwing out his shield vigorously, tearing the air with a sharp roar.

The shell fired by another tank was directly knocked out.

Then, Rogers strode wildly, jumping to catch the falling vibrating shield.

With force from both hands, the barrel of the tank was broken abruptly!

"That's right, this is the 'Battleship Class' soldier."

With her arms crossed, Stephanie looked at Captain America with satisfied eyes, and said softly: "I have focused on strengthening Captain Rogers' physical fitness and weakening the energy attack, which can improve his survival rate on the battlefield. Even if the gun hits head-on, there is still a chance of survival.”

"And those 'tank-class' soldiers too?"

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, which was exactly the rhythm of cultivating Captain America as a meat shield.

The worst beating, the thickest armor-it sounds like a good fit for Rogers.

After all, he survived so many beatings since he was a child, and he survived tenaciously.

"Yes, I made them a veritable 'tank'."

Stephanie pushed her glasses, the Allies didn't have as many supermen as Berlin.

So I can only take the defensive route and try to last as long as possible for a while.

"Nice idea."

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

"How does it feel to be Superman?"

he asked with a smile.

"I've never felt better!"

Rogers said excitedly.

He felt a steady stream of power in his body, like a flood that broke a bank and rushed wantonly.

"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.

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

"You just noticed this?"

Rogers was a little disappointed.

He just overturned two tanks!

"Otherwise? Punching tanks, kicking trucks, I did it a long time ago, it's nothing new."

Luke said seriously.

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

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

The crisis to be dealt with in the future may be alien races, dimension demon gods, and cosmic overlords.

Those troubles cannot be solved with a vibrating gold shield!

"Steve, get ready to fight."

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

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