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Chapter 204 - 201 Extra Y\'all

A few days later, the Royal Hotel in Paris.

Diplomats and delegates from all over the world arrived at the hotel. ??

Outside, there were reporters from major newspapers, and people who were watching the hubbub.

The former were carrying long lenses and cannons, and camera flashes kept clicking, and the chirping of clicks kept coming.

To use an old cliché, today was a historic moment.

For the first time, mankind had made contact with other civilizations and established stable diplomatic relations.

Those blue-skinned, underwater Atlanteans.

Like a magnet, they attracted everyone\'s attention.

As for the previous wars?

Because of the quick end, and excluding the coastal cities of the United States, the rest of the country was largely untouched.

For the British, the French, and the people all over the world.

Naturally, they could continue to communicate with each other as equals in an amicable and friendly manner, as if nothing had happened.

Those unpleasant little things should be counted as chalk, erased by water.

Anyway, the one who suffered weren\'t themselves.

"Superman! Quickly, take a picture!"

"Representing the President?! Big news!"

"I\'ve thought of a title! \'War Hero Arrives in Paris Today\'!"

A black car stopped at the entrance of the hotel, the reporters saw the tall figure coming down and quickly clicked on the shutters.

At the same time, a loud cheer went up around the area, as if some big Hollywood star was making an appearance.

All of a sudden, the atmosphere rose to its peak!

"I almost thought I was in Hollywood, sitting next to James Dean."

Howard glanced at the surging crowd outside and lamented.

"You\'re popular in New York, but you are still so popular in Paris? Lieutenant General Cavill is a heartthrob -- no wonder the president said so. If he was as popular as you are, the next election would be a no-brainer."

"This is all Colonel Philips\' work. I don\'t know if giving him Superman\'s publicity work was a good thing or a bad thing."

After he said so, Luke simply turned his head and waved of his hand.

Who knew, the cheers and applause of the crowd became even more intense.

Like a tsunami, a wave of shouts came.

There was an overly enthusiastic young woman in the front row of the excited crowd.

She called Superman\'s name, and boldly lifted her coat to reveal a beautiful scenery.

There was another burst of shutters clicking.

The reporters were flushed, not only from the sight of the young woman\'s firm breasts, but also from the excitement of getting news material.

\'Shocking News! Superman from the Land of The Free, Unexpected Encounter with a Naked Woman!\'

"Haha, I remember, you are still the \'Liberator of Paris.\' Had I known that today, I wouldn\'t have chosen to be a scientist back then, Einstein make women want show him their breasts on their own."

Howard said, half teasing and half joking.

"But he earns $1,000 for every minute he\'s on stage. He could find twenty or thirty beautiful girls in the red-light district of Paris and ask them to show their breasts."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and walked through the doors of the hotel, surrounded by servants and bodyguards.

There was an interesting incident behind his title of \'Liberator of Paris\'.

Although the French and Italians were neighbors, they never liked each other.

Before Luke became a General, he led Howling Commandos to help the Allies land in Sicily and capture Rome.

Later, Superman\'s name spread, and the Italians were thick-skinned enough to call the \'fall of Rome\' a \'the rescue plan that Italians actively cooperated with\'.

The French ridiculed this, mocking that the Italians could only play this boring game of words, and that when it came to war, they would do nothing but cook pasta and raise their hands in surrender.

However, Superman who brought World War II to a close by eliminating the Third Reich\'s \'battleship-class\' soldiers in Paris, and Charles de Gaulle followed suit by calling him the \'Liberators of Paris\'.

And claimed that the French Marshal Leclerc, who liberated the city together with Superman, which almost made the Italians next door die of laughter.

This was probably the equivalent of a guy with a $0 bank account saying that he and Bill Gates together had more assets than over 90% of the wealthy people in the United States.

As they all know, Superman fought against the Third Reich\'s \'battleship-class\' soldiers in Paris.

Leclerc was still hiding in Normandy with his armed divisions, apprehensively waiting for news.

The extent of the ridiculousness, was equivalent to throwing a shuriken at the First Hokage 800 miles away, and then boasted that they had fought against Senju Hashirama that time.

In response to this, the Italians later made up a lot of insulting articles, and when they met people they knew on the street, they were sure to mention a few to liven up the atmosphere.

Many of the classic insulting stories have been passed down from them.

"I think Colonel Philips has done a great job of spreading the word. He has made you a popular … figure all over the world."

Howard, who was a member of the entourage, spoke seriously.

"But those stories that spread are too exaggerated. Even I feel a bit of shame, listening to it."

Luke shook his head. Back then, he left the publicity to Colonel Philips, who had retired, in order to reap the benefits from his reputation.

In the end, he didn\'t expect that he would recruit a group of third-rate writers from nowhere and work tirelessly to create \'works of art\'.

This led to what Superman later did in Paris, where \'he fought 300 Aryan demons alone.\'

Breaking into Berlin alone, fighting with the mustached Führer who was the reincarnation of the lord of hell, battling it out for 3 days and 3 nights …

Stories such as these had spread across the North American continent.

This led to a wave of cultural exports to Europe.

That\'s how the \'female warlock pile driver\' tittle was earned.

The confrontation between Luke and Sieglinde, after secondary processing by the people, had become increasingly outrageous.

This was despite the fact that many newspapers had repeatedly dispelled the rumors and issued announcements to correct the claims.

But the independent thinking public didn\'t believe it at all.

There were also complaints from Superman\'s fans who called and sent letters of complaint, saying that this was a denigration and contempt for the war hero.

How could a mere three \'battleship-classes\' reflect the power of Superman?

It had to be three hundred!

Moreover, those \'Aryan demons\' wouldn\'t be big and burly super soldiers.

They must have been 4 or 5 meters tall, like a moving mountain.

With horns on their heads, dark skinned, and ferocious.

Spit hell flames from their mouths and eat flesh, blood, and souls.

"This is the price of fame."

Howard gloated.

"By the way, are you really going to take me to those … exciting things, when the conference is over? "

Naturally, he didn\'t come to Paris with Luke to participate in the Peace Summit.

"Of course. I never lie."

Luke nodded and walked into the elevator.

"See you this afternoon, and while you\'re at it, go have some fun. The girls of Paris are very welcoming."

The Peace Summit will take place tomorrow at the Palace of Versailles in the Yvelines, just outside the southwest suburbs of Paris.

The duration of the meeting, which will last for three days, was similar to that of the previous Yalta meeting.

Just a few extra flags waving, symbolic appearances, and small countries that don\'t even have the right to vote.

"I\'d like to visit Moulin Rouge and see the dancers dancing with their legs showing."

Howard reached out and pressed the 22nd floor, but he didn\'t hide his idea of collecting fond memories.

"Then I wish you a pleasant experience. Remember, if you meet a beautiful dancer named Satine, please let me know."

Luke smiled and said something about a movie character that Howard wouldn\'t understand.

The elevator door was about to close when a hand caught the gap in the middle.

"I\'m sorry, I need to get on too."

An Asian face appeared in Luke\'s line of sight. The man was in his thirties, dressed in a suit, and a refined demeanor.

"General Cavill? If I\'m not mistaken… \'

The Asian man who rushed onto the elevator spoke fluent English.

"You must be … Director Zheng Xian."

Luke paused and smiled.

In addition to the United States, Britain, the Soviet Union and France, S.P.E.A.R, which represented the East, participated in the Peace Summit.

The man standing in front of him was the leader of present day S.P.E.A.R.

"Haha, surprisingly, Lieutenant General Cavill knows my name."

Zheng Xian was slightly surprised. S.P.E.A.R always kept a low profile, and outsiders only knew his last name.

Being able to say his full name proved that this Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. also knew a few things about him.

"In the Pacific battlefield, S.P.E.A.R. sent the Japanese Superhumans to break up the battle, which impressed me a lot."

The corner of Luke\'s mouth tugged a little, compared to S.H.I.E.L.D., which was still in the development stage, S.P.E.A.R. was much stronger.

"That\'s all the little things that aren\'t on the table. A while ago, Atlantis was stirring up trouble on the coast and was almost skewered by us like a lobster … mean, was captured … as a captive!"

Zheng Xian blurted out and exposed the true nature of \'eating the losing side\' in China.

"Is Director Zheng the only one coming to this Peace Summit?"

Luke asked calmly with a friendly attitude.

"Well, there was also the unruly Agent Yan. He was good at using two guns, which was the trump card of S.P.E.A.R. He loved to talk to people about whether there were bullets in the gun."

Zheng Xian didn\'t hide his thoughts. He smiled and said, "It\'s just that something happened in the middle of the way here. Agent Yan has another mission, so I was left alone."

Luke was so moved. Something could make S.P.E.A.R dispatch him?

That must be a big thing!

(Translator: Agent Yan/ Yan Shuangying = basically the Jason Bourne of China, in the Indiana Jones era, with way worse special-fx.)