American comics: You're asked to fish, but you catch a Superman template?

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Its content spans over 500 pages, but can be summarized into a single suggestion: centering on the United States, gather the strength of the entire world to establish an interstellar force belonging to all humanity, and then on this basis, establish an Earth Federation, eliminating barriers between nations and retaining only ethnicity and tradition.

For human civilization to develop rapidly, the concept of "nation" must be eliminated. All mankind must unite to create an Earth Federation, utilize extraterrestrial science and technology, quickly modernize Earth's civilization, improve the basic scientific level of all mankind, and prepare for the march into the universe.

It is conceivable that, if successful, the world will turn a new page, becoming the most brilliant chapter in the history of human civilization, and those present will ascend to the pinnacle of power in the human world, to be remembered by future generations.

According to Lex Luthor's plan, the first phase will take five years, the second phase will take ten years, and once the second phase is completed, the third phase will naturally follow.

This plan was proposed a month ago, and we are all familiar with it. We didn't express our thoughts at the time because it was too shocking, but upon reflection, we realized that there were still quite a few feasible aspects to it.

In the 21st century, aliens are no longer a legend, but a reality: they live deep in space, are numerous, and each seems capable of destroying the Earth.

Faced with growing external threats, integrating Earth's civilizations could indeed be a successful endeavor.

The meeting room was very quiet. Everyone's eyes were darting around. They looked at each other, but no one spoke. Konoha's plan was tempting, but also extremely dangerous. If it failed, failure would befall everyone.

Evans put his coffee aside and stared intently at Anders, who was sitting next to him.

"What do you think?"

Anders gave a wry smile to himself, and could only offer a compromise.

"Creative and full of ideas, but too risky."

Evans, abandoning his previous reserve, smiled and said, "Of course there are risks. There are risks in everything we do. The most important thing is how to avoid risks and achieve our goals. I have thought Luther's plan through carefully. There are no problems. It can be implemented." As he spoke, he sighed slightly.

"I'm over seventy years old and don't have much time left." "I want to do something big before I meet God."

"I will be in charge of the first phase of the plan, so you don't need to worry."

Upon hearing this, the audience looked up, unable to hide their surprise: such words didn't sound like something a politician should say. They wondered how Lex Luthor had managed to convince Evans to play the lead role.

Speaker of the House Pelock said painfully.

“Since you’ve said so, how can we refuse?” He then turned his gaze to his left hand: “Mr. Luther, I heard that you have prepared two surprises for this meeting.”

Luther nodded solemnly.

"The characters that appear later may make you uncomfortable, but before that, I must remind you: whatever you see, please stay calm."

Then, he walked to the door and opened it.

As a flash of lightning startled the crowd, two figures appeared in the light.

Chapter 1453 The Battle of Superman

"How can this be?

How did they get here?

The crowd panicked, and some even tried to turn and run away.

It wasn't because they were cowardly, but simply because the person who appeared at the door was so astonishing.

The man sitting on the left, dressed in a black suit, looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with a stern expression and resolute gaze; he was none other than President Joel Nash.

The one on the right, wearing a red cape and a blue bodysuit with an "S" symbol on his chest, is so strong he seems inhuman. He is called Superman, a god among men.

Two legends have indeed emerged here.

Anders roared.

"Luther, what are you doing? He...he..." Thinking of this, her face flushed slightly, "Yes..."

"awesome!"

Luther walked up to the two men and said expressionlessly.

"They are clones, a key part of the Konoha Plan."

The general stood up and roared.

"You actually used the president's genes to create clones, you...you...you're absolutely insane."

Luther looked at him and said expressionlessly.

"The president died two years ago after the demonic incident. The person sitting in the White House is just a puppet created by Xu Fu-Xiao. For his own selfish reasons, he used the president to turn ShowMe and Tesla into world-class giants in just a few years. You have seen it, I don't need to explain."

"Power is a poison; once you've tasted it, you can never give it up. What do you think Xu Fu-Xiao will do next? Abandon the puppet? Or will he do everything in his power to get Joel Nash re-elected for a third term?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the argument gradually subsided, and a thoughtful look flashed in everyone's eyes.

Luther continued.

"Without a president, the Near-Earth Object Project cannot be sustained. Since the president has become Xu Fu-Xiao's puppet, the best solution is to bring him back and hand him over to us."

“You are all smart people, you should understand what I mean.”

"One of the lawmakers said through gritted teeth."

"Lex Luso, are you insane? Do you know what this means?"

"For the sake of human civilization, all sacrifices are worthwhile. Besides, I don't think I did anything wrong. The source of the plague was Xu Fu-Xiao. He was the first person to break the rules."

"He has turned the United States into his private property, excluding dissidents, suppressing talent, and constantly shrinking our living space. Everyone has seen what the president has done in the past two years. A domineering and cold-blooded tyrant has used insidious means to slaughter his enemies. The tradition of bipartisan cooperation in the United States is now reduced to one thing."

"Guys, we have no choice but to fight or die."

Silence fell over the meeting room again, a silence that lasted even longer than before. If the silence before was one of apprehension and worry, it was now one of genuine fear. They finally understood why Lex Luthor was called a madman.

Shadow Manipulation of the Cloned President

Mentally ill people and psychopaths wouldn't do that.

Evans stared at him: "Why did you bring Superman?"

Lex Luthor shook his head: "He's not Superman, he's the face of the Konoha Earth brand, a warlord in name only. We need his reputation and power."

Some things don't need to be said explicitly. The people here aren't stupid; they'll understand the deeper meaning as soon as they hear it. Superman has a huge influence in the United States and even the world. If he joins Konoha's army, other superheroes will inevitably follow suit.

"What about the real Superman?"

Luther muttered, "There's only one Superman in the world, and that's the Superman right here among us."

Hearing this, what else could anyone say? It was clear that this meeting was a trap. That son of a bitch Lex Luthor used clones to hold everyone back and block the passage at the back.

Bastards

Both military officers hated them to the core, but there was nothing they could do. Everything was now on track, and they had no way out but to go all the way down this path.

Luther took out his helmet and placed it on the table.

"This is a device that controls the President, Mr. Evans. I'm handing it over to you."

Evans shook his head: "I'm too old. Let the younger generation have it."

"Anders, at your service"

"..."

I'm doomed.

...

Once the plan was finally approved, Luther immediately began work.

Late at night, when Adam (Joel Nash) returns to his office after a long day at work, another man appears in the room.

This person looks exactly like him, but there is a greater humanity in his eyes.

"who are you?"

Adam's expression suddenly changed. Just as he was about to scream, a figure rushed into the room at lightning speed, carried him out of the window, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

When the agents heard the noise, the new president stood by the window and spoke in a calm tone.

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Tell the landlady I have to work tonight and won't be coming.

On the other hand, Adam, who was lifted into the sky by the mysterious man, squinted his eyes, his cold gaze devoid of any human emotion. He wanted to use the power of his immortal soul to break free from his restraints, but after thinking for a while, he stopped.

Joel Nash's identity was so important that Xu Fu gave a strict order that the identity of the corpse puppet should not be revealed unless absolutely necessary.

With that thought, Adam suppressed the murderous intent in his eyes and returned to his calm and composed state.

A mysterious man led him to a villa in the mountains.

Anders stood at the villa entrance and saw his consultant Adam, who was not yet fifty years old, and couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"Mr. President, please stay here for the rest of the time, and we will provide you with daily necessities."

..... .... ....

Adam looked at him coldly, without anger, without shouting, and...

"Anders, you are betraying this country. I don't know why you're doing this, but you'll regret it."

Anders tensed up with inexplicable anger, waved his hand, and two of his men lifted Adam up and carried him to the villa.

Meanwhile, in Metropolis, Clark, fast asleep, receives an anonymous phone call that rings twice before being disconnected. He then receives a photograph of a woman covered in time bombs—his mother, Martha.

"The bomb will explode in five minutes. I hope you can get there in time."

The exact coordinates are indicated below the text information.

Clark was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He threw off the blanket and ran outside.