Chapter 68

Bletchley manor, the temporary headquarters of the strategic science Corps.

Carter, dressed in civilian military uniform, held two telegrams in his hand, and his flat heels stepped on the stairs and made a "click" sound.

As soon as he opened the door, Luke said lazily, "let me guess, the allies want me to lead a team to Paris to stop zieglind's advance?"

"I remember two days ago, the prime minister said with a light face that the allies can withstand it for the time being. Let's not have too much pressure."

The leader of the strategic science Corps sat by the window, his long legs resting on the edge of the windowsill, his chair rocking back to maintain his balance.

The afternoon sun came in and fell on him.

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

"Can you hear me talking downstairs?"

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

The Allies finally couldn't support it and decided to send their own Superman to give the Germans a good look!

No one expected that the Third Reich would take the initiative to attack. It was not long before the truce.

General Sheng's speed in rectifying the chaos and stabilizing the situation was somewhat beyond the expectation of the Allied high-level.

"And one more?"

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

"The president's praise. After all, the only recent victory of the Allies was that I solved the 'tank class' soldiers in Berlin. If I hadn't stayed in London, the president would be eager to give me the rank of major general."

Luke said with his eyes closed.

The Allies urgently need a victory to inspire people, but also need a strong soldier to stop the advance of the third empire.

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 feels that it should seriously win over to avoid being taken advantage of by the British.

"You guessed right!"

Carter reacted in surprise.

The second telegram came from the White House.

"I have many strengths you don't know, Peggy."

Luke finished today's sunbathing and leisure activities, stood up and said, "it's time to see Steve. I hope he has adapted to his transformed body and can go to war with me."

After these days of active training, "tank level" soldiers have reached the operational standard.

The "battleship class" Rogers is still under test and is unable to determine whether he can participate in the battle for the time being.

"As Ms. Stephanie said, Rogers adapted quickly."

Carter blinked, paused and asked, "I just talked to Colonel Phillips for a while. He's a little worried about you."

"Now that the allies have a new Superman, your status may decline and no longer be valued as before."

Luke's eyes flickered without any obvious emotion.

Despite the British Prime Minister and the president of the White House, they treat themselves very well.

This is just a special situation in the war period. When the curtain falls and the smoke of gunpowder disappears, the name of war hero will be worthless.

But Luke was ready.

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

In addition, he has shown enough ability to get rid of the illusory brigadier general and get a powerful official position. It should be no problem.

Luke thought it over. When the war was over, he reorganized the strategic science corps and took it back.

This is the predecessor of the s.h.i.e.l.d., and the future development space is unlimited.

As for the "Superman" who took drugs and died?

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

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

Like Tony Stark's steel armor, "Walden's blood" is greedy, but it is completely 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.

"Well, that's really your style, Luke."

Carter shrugged and said, "you can always trust brigadier general Carville," in the words circulating within the strategic science Corps.

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

No matter how incredible things are, people always think it's normal to say them from his mouth.

So that members of the strategic science Corps began to get used to Luke's usual mantra, "basic operation, don't be surprised", and often cited it as a classic line.

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

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An army camp outside London.

Boom!

A loud bang!

The blazing energy forms a halo and is released like spherical lightning!

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

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

When the strong air waves dissipated, there was only a pile of burning debris left.

"This is the strength of super soldiers strengthened again?"

Standing not far away, Luke smiled. He saw the captain of the United States throw out his shield and tear the air into a sharp roar.

The shells fired by another tank were directly fired out.

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

Force with both hands and break the gun barrel of the tank!

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

Stephanie, holding her chest in both hands, looked at the captain of the United States with satisfied eyes and whispered: "I focus on strengthening captain Rogers's physical quality and weakening the energy attack, which can improve his survival rate in the battlefield. Even if he is hit by the front of the naval gun, he can have a chance to survive."

"So are the 'tank' soldiers?"

Luke's mouth twitched, which is the rhythm of training the American captain as a meat shield.

Get the worst hit, fold the thickest armor - sounds like a good fit, Rogers.

After all, he survived so many beatings from childhood.

"Yes, I made them real 'tanks'."

Stephanie pushed her glasses. There were no more Superman on the Allied side than Berlin.

So we can only take the defensive route and try to hold on for a while.

"Good 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 been better!"

Rogers said excitedly.

He felt a steady flow of power in his body, like a flood breaking a dike.

"Well, your pectoralis major is really stronger than before."

Luke couldn't help glancing. It wasn't that he had some indescribable idea about the captain of the United States.

It's those two pectoralis major muscles that are too flashy and eye-catching.

"That's all you noticed?"

Rogers was disappointed.

He just overturned two tanks!

"What else? I did it long ago, punching tanks and kicking trucks. It's not new."

Luke said solemnly.

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

Now the enemy is only the super soldier of the third empire.

The future crisis to deal with may be alien race, dimensional demon God and cosmic overlord.

Those troubles can't be solved by shaking a gold shield!

"Steve, get ready to fight."

Luke looked at the burning wreckage of the tank and whispered, "we're going to Paris."