Superman of the American Comics

The mutant brothers, out of the instinct of wild animals, stared at Luke outside the battlefield.

Perhaps it is the remaining reason that tells them that they should solve the outsiders first, and then consider continuing to fight.

With just a few eye exchanges, Victor and Logan made a decision.

The former landed on all fours, like a tiger on the mountain.

Sharp claws were scratched on the wall and firmly nailed into the concrete.

Use both hands and feet, run up, and come to the second floor after a few breaths.

The rough face full of beard was full of fierce breath.

Compared with the previous saber toothed tiger injected with aidman alloy, it moves faster and reacts more quickly.

"I appreciate you iron headed babies."

Luke said something to himself.

Tesla and a group of researchers had already evacuated under his command.

After injecting aidman alloy, conventional firepower had little effect on the two brothers.

Especially Wolverine Logan, this guy can survive the shock wave of atomic bomb explosion.

Unless Luke is cruel, destroy the whole dam base and bury the two crazy beasts under the steel and cement whose weight is difficult to calculate.

Of course, that's just when he doesn't want to do it.

With superhuman strength, it is not difficult to wake up the crazy Wolverine and saber toothed tiger.

"It's just a warm-up."

Boom!

Luke, who thought he was a passer-by, didn't wait for Victor the saber toothed tiger to come.

A high whip leg that blows out the air is thrown directly on the other party's body.

The hard skull injected with aidman alloy exploded like a burst watermelon.

The scene was quite bloody!

The outer skin tissue is like a mass of erosive paste.

The power of terror stripped the flesh and blood and exposed the silvery skull.

At first glance, it looks like a ghost Knight without fire effects.

"Hiss! It's really hard enough."

Luke took a breath. He was worthy of aidman alloy. He didn't even leave a trace on this foot.

I'm afraid the whole head will burst if you change the former saber toothed tiger.

Boom!

Victor, who rushed to the second floor, flew backwards faster than before and hit the concrete ground deeply.

Although he is now a veritable "iron head baby", relying on the hardness of aidman alloy, he has not been shot in the head by Luke.

But the powerful force, like a 10000 ton hammer on the head, directly made the beast faint.

Logan wolverine, who was originally in a manic mood, saw his brother's miserable end, like a basin of cold water, and woke up in an instant.

Who am I? Where am i? What am I going to do?

The ultimate three questions of life suddenly come to mind.

"Won't you come up and have a try?"

Luke asked with a smile, holding his hands on the railing.

Logan glanced at Victor, who passed out directly, and quickly shook his head.

As a former training partner, he doesn't look like fighting Luke again.

The feeling of being hollowed out and feeling sore and soft all over is terrible!

"In that case, put on your clothes. I really don't want to see two men naked."

Luke turned and disappeared into the lab.

He decided to find Malena in the evening and wash his eyes well.

Logan stood there, staring at the silver alloy claws.

I feel that my life seems to be different.

"I'm stronger."

He thought so.

……

……

At seven twenty in the evening.

The black car stopped at the door of a fancy restaurant in New York. Luke led the way down.

He took off his straight military uniform tonight and put on a hand-made three piece suit with ironing fit, like a young aristocrat in the upper class.

"Come on, take me."

Luke held out his hand and held Malena in a gentlemanly manner.

The Sicilian beauty, dressed in a red backless evening dress, was radiant.

Like a shining ruby, it attracts the attention of passers-by.

"Shouldn't you be busy lately?"

Malena took Luke's arm and whispered.

"I heard from Peggy that there are a lot of work that need to be handled by the Divine Shield Bureau."

Luke raised his eyebrows and caught a keyword.

"Peggy? Are you close?"

He asked curiously.

"It's a secret."

Malena didn't answer. She smiled softly and said, "Alessandro has always wanted to see you. He has a lot of ideas about Las Vegas business."

Luke frowned slightly, shook his head and said, "this kind of thing makes him talk to the Irish gangs. Now Las Vegas is a gold mine, but no one found it."

"The Irish gangs have made a lot of money recently. Relying on the relationship of the Kennedy family, they are making a lot of trouble. Ask cosa to go to Uncle Frank and buy shares from several leaders to make the cake bigger together."

"I don't need to come forward at all."

Malena said well, she's only responsible for sending messages and blowing the pillow. She won't do such things.

When they entered this famous high-end restaurant in Manhattan, the manager had been waiting for a long time and led the distinguished guests to the private box on the second floor with a smile.

Luke chose the window seat and helped Malena open a chair.

Then he snapped his fingers and motioned the waiter to deliver the reserved high-grade red wine.

"You can try the seafood noodles here. Its taste often reminds me of the hotel in Sicily."

Luke suggested.

He took off his windbreaker coat and handed the menu to Malena.

Outside the window is the night view of the Hudson River, with cruise ships and passenger ships floating slowly.

The skyscraper lights up and is reflected in the river, revealing a dreamy feeling.

"Why did you think of taking me outside today?"

Malena asked as she looked at the menu.

"After knowing that you are Italian, the boy John specially introduced the restaurant. He had wanted to come a few weeks earlier, but so many things happened. In a while, I'll fly to Paris to prepare for the peace summit. I may not have much time with you."

Luke smiled softly. Most of the time he was a perfect lover.

"Is John the young man of the Kennedy family? I don't like him."

Malena raised her fingers and gently touched her lips, as if she remembered each other's identity.

"What? Did he think of you?"

Luke narrowed his eyes with a hint of danger.

Although he did have a friendship with the Irish gangs, he had a good relationship with the Kennedy family.

But when it comes to the most intolerable problems for men, they don't care about anything.

"That's not true. No one in New York dares to think about major general Carville's woman."

Malena said half jokingly and half seriously.

After following Luke to New York, she gained unprecedented respect.

The major general sitting opposite gave himself a particularly decent and enviable comfortable life with his incredible promotion speed.

"I just don't like... The way little Kennedy treats women."

Malena sighed and whispered, "it will remind me of those days in Sicily."

"It's all over. Forget that."

Luke took up his goblet and ended the unpleasant topic.

Before long, a good seafood pasta was served.

Facts have proved that little Kennedy still has some research in eating, drinking and having fun.

This restaurant is very satisfactory. It's just a simple seafood pasta with luxurious materials.

Emperor crab feet, prawns, squid, clams and scallops, delicious seafood on noodles sprinkled with rich sauce.

Luke rolled it twice with a fork and ate it. It was Italian Angel noodles. It was soft and retained a certain toughness. It tasted very good.

Coupled with the absorption of sour and sweet tomato sauce and rich seafood, it makes people want to eat it.

After two glasses of red wine, a blush appeared on Malena's face.

It was breathtaking under the orange light.

After dinner, Luke wiped the corners of his mouth.

Motioned the waiter to take down all the dishes, leaving only one third of the high-grade red wine left.

"This is a tip."

He held a large bill between his fingers and handed it to the waiter.

The smile on his face suddenly twitched, and his expression became a little strange.

"What's the problem, general Carville."

The waiter took the tip gratefully and asked enthusiastically.

"No, nothing. I want to enjoy the night view here. Please don't let others disturb me."

Luke regained his composure. When the waiter left, he reached out and grabbed the funny leg under the table.

"Malena, you're a little drunk."

The Sicilian beauty would not have made such a bold and outrageous move.

"I remember you said before that you like to pursue excitement."

Mildly drunk Malena was in a happy mood and her red lips opened gently.

There is a charming smell in the circulation of eye waves.

"Are you sure you want to be here?"

Luke leaned forward with his mouth slightly tilted.

"Will you refuse me, major general?"

Malena blinked and asked.

"Well, I like this after dinner program."

Luke put aside his hypocrisy and showed his masculinity.

Malena, who got the answer, took a sip of the goblet, with the mouthful of red wine in her mouth, bent down and squatted under the table.

Hiss!

The major general took a decisive breath.

As he said to Rogers, an occasional romantic can often reap rich returns.