Chapter 156

The wind is pleasant and the sky is clear.

The broad lawn, collectively known as the "President's garden", has excellent scenery with hedgerows and trees.

There is also a pool in the center. The fountain is like jade bamboo pouring. It is tens of feet high and crystal clear.

The press conference was scheduled to be held at the south gate. Major newspapers from New York sent journalists to gather here with long guns and short guns.

Of course, these are officially recognized media.

The president, who was still selling his daughter just now, walked up to the stage with great demeanor and talked freely.

With a calm and passionate tone, look back on the past of the United States and imagine a better future.

Forty minutes later, when the long and tedious official speech was over, the reporters perked up and stopped the urge to doze off.

The camera is aimed at the young major general - the lieutenant general will be there later.

In any newspaper in New York, who doesn't know that Superman is a hot news topic.

As long as you publish a photo and write some gossip, you can improve the industry light of newspaper sales.

The only pity is that because Luke travels on weekdays, he either takes a special bus from the Pentagon or flies directly,.

This makes it difficult for paparazzi to track. Almost no one in the industry has taken photos of Superman, let alone dig out gimmicks.

In addition to some anonymous photographers - flying in mid air, overlooking Berlin, there are two photos of hand-propelled aircraft carriers and cheering from different people.

I don't know how they did it!

The reporter under the stage said.

"Is that guy Hadro Jameson, a young reporter for the horn daily?"

Luke began to read according to the written speech, glanced at the newspaper members at random, and found a guy who was barely familiar.

According to the age, the rather clever young man may be the editor in chief of the horn daily and the father of spider man's number one black powder Jonah Jameson.

Frankly speaking, the whole process of the medal ceremony is actually boring.

It's nothing more than some positive energy soul chicken soup, looking back on the hard years before the United States, and emphasizing the lighthouse spirit of freedom and democracy.

Then, insert a few humorous jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

Finally, make a concluding conclusion in a high and fierce tone.

In essence, it is a routine for the award-winning stars to thank "CCTV", "Mom and Dad" and "all the people who support me".

Luke's speech is relatively short. It's done in 20 minutes.

Next is the president's medal. They shake hands and take a group photo.

On the surface, it looks ordinary. In fact, it will cause a burst of hot discussion if it is published in the newspaper in a few hours.

The declining Superman creation may be popular again.

It is said that the red light district of New York has also launched a special service of female warlock Cosplay some time ago, which is specially aimed at those loyal fans who worship Superman.

Luke was not surprised.

The erotic industry in the lighthouse country has always been the most popular.

When the superhero blockbuster burst, all kinds of iron man vs. magic girl, Hulk vs. black widow, Thor vs. rocky... And so on, are there any strange things mixed in?

Even during a presidential campaign, publishers launched Blu ray discs of teacher Chuan vs. Hillary Clinton.

Seek Clinton's psychological shadow area!

"Mr. President, I have a meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire club later. As for the family dinner, I will attend on time."

After stepping down, Luke said a few casual greetings and left.

Before attending the meeting, he walked up to Howard and whispered a few words in his ear.

The other party's expression is unwilling to shake, and then wants to refuse to welcome, until it is readily accepted. The whole process takes less than ten seconds.

"I believe with your charm, there is absolutely no problem."

Luke patted Howard on the shoulder and encouraged.

Before long, he appeared in the small reception room in the red Hall of the White House.

"What about the others?"

Luke quietly left the press conference and looked at the white queen standing at the window.

"Still under inspection by the Pentagon. This is the White House, the country's most important power center. No mutant has ever stepped here openly."

The White Queen's tone is complex and her mood is more subtle.

She looked at the lively scene not far away and thought that she would lead the mutants to officially appear in front of the world.

This is an unprecedented bold attempt and an important moment to change the future.

"Emma, if you take this step, you will face great pressure and shoulder heavy responsibilities."

Luke walked over and lost Sebastian Shaw's Hellfire club, which can be said to be headless.

There are still a few people dissatisfied with the White Queen's position.

They are all loyal supporters of Shaw and the backbone of the radical.

So Luke planned to hold a consultation meeting to have a friendly exchange with the group.

This is also conducive to the relevant cooperation of the rear Divine Shield Bureau.

"This is the first time I have this feeling of self-confidence."

The White Queen held her chest in her hands, and a vague emotion appeared on her cold and arrogant fine face.

It is unrealistic to expect a young girl in her twenties to bear the expectations of her compatriots and the goal of revitalizing mutants.

Even if you put a bald professor of the same age over, you may not perform better than the White Queen.

Responsibility is the heaviest word in the world.

It takes enough courage and perseverance to shoulder it.

"Mr. Carville... Lieutenant general, you know what? I used to have a very low self-esteem, because I didn't get any care from my family."

The White Queen felt it, shrunk her shoulders and lowered her voice: "my father perfectly interpreted the image of a cold businessman. My mother abused drugs and indulged in alcohol every day. My brother is gay and my sister... Kayla likes to show the best to outsiders, but she is not so good in fact. Sometimes she is very bad."

"After I awakened my talent, I listened to their hearts and felt their most real emotions... It was a nightmare. When you found out that your parents wanted each other to die, and each had hidden secrets, it really broke down!"

"It sounds like a hard time. Fortunately, it's all over. It's worth celebrating."

Luke leaned against the table and handed him a glass of Bourbon.

"And then?"

He tried his best and played a serious listener.

"I chose a boarding school. Cheating with my talent changed the fact that I didn't do well, and became the most popular girl in the school."

The White Queen took the glass, took a sip and laughed at herself.

"After graduation, I may become a teacher, because everyone thinks that I have special communication skills and can always know everyone's personality and habits and become friends with them."

"But before long, I was tired of listening to my heart. Mr. lieutenant general, can you understand my feelings? Everyone seemed transparent. Their worst, disgusting, dirty and most real side appeared in my eyes."

"I never dated any boy in school, because I can read their... Dirty thoughts every time."

"I don't have a really good friend. Their apparent enthusiasm can't hide the cruel fact that they will scold me 'bitch' and 'little bitch' behind their back."

Luke smiled and became a spiritual mentor at the right time.

It's ironic that the heart of a person with spiritual ability is full of holes.

"You have to learn to relax, Emma. Where there is a pure and beautiful heart in the world, even innocent children will wash out ant nests with hot water and release their malice."

Luke slowed down and whispered.

"Restrain the impulse to listen, so as to make life wonderful."

"Mr. lieutenant general, every time I talk to you, I always relax."

After drinking that glass of bourbon, the White Queen restrained her superfluous expression and tilted her mouth slightly.

"It's probably because I can't guess what you're going to say. For me, lies are even rarer than truth."

A slender finger gently touched Luke's chest.

Tickle it back and forth.

The other long straight leg was rubbing at the trouser leg.

If you are an ordinary person, you may have to be careful.

Because the white queen can be diamond.

It's easy to cut the skin and tear the flesh and blood.

A seemingly beautiful temptation may be a move that takes lives.

But Luke's face remained unchanged and asked faintly, "is this... Seduction?"

"No, lieutenant general, this is cooperation."

The White Queen frowned, stretched out her delicate face like an iceberg, smiled and said, "as you said before, oral promises can't be credulous, and paper contracts can be torn up."

"In that case, I think instead of slowly building trust and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, I'd better use a deeper way to increase mutual understanding."

"What do you think?"

Glancing down at the amazing white, Luke shook his head and said, "this is not a suitable battlefield."

"Lieutenant general, look at those people outside. Among them are the president, cabinet officials and the general of the Pentagon. They all stand at the top of the power pyramid."

The White Queen's smile became stronger and stronger, as if she had put aside some kind of bondage and let herself fly.

"Don't you think it's more... Exciting on such a formal occasion?"

Luke breathed deeply and restrained his inner impulse.

Most of the time, he kept his reason and avoided being influenced by impulsive emotions.

"I like to take the initiative, Emma."

Luke took the finger that was playing on his chest and said, "I don't like being led. Even if I really want to have in-depth communication, when and where should be decided by me."

The White Queen seemed disappointed and pulled back her teasing fingers.

Before Luke could breathe a sigh of relief, she leaned back and half lay on the wide desk.

"Now, the White House, will you, lieutenant general?"