Chapter 244 | How to Deal with Superman, Make 2 Sets of Plans.

"Oh, Stefan, as far as I know, Superman is not what you think."

After listening to the blond elder's doubts, the charming female elder shook her head and spoke in a seductive voice, "Who in Washington, D.C., isn't well-informed about the young Lieutenant General's messy personal life? "

"The last time a meeting of elders was held in New York, I heard that he had slept with half the female employees of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"Superman isn't only powerful, but also far superior in some places."

"A reliable insider told me that Superman is energetic and hard to satisfy. He would use three or four women at the same time."

"When attending the Paris Peace Summit, Superman stayed at Moulin Rouge for a night, sleeping with a dozen dancers ..."

Facts have proved that no matter race, occupation, or grade, any female creature was full of enthusiasm for gossip and celebrity scandals.

Originally, they were discussing the possibility of cooperation with Superman, but it had turned to discussing his private life.

"Those are gimmicks and rumors that attract people's attention, Elena."

The vampire named Stefan shook his head. He was more serious than the female elder who was keen on gossiping and cared about things between men and women.

"We have investigated the schedule and whereabouts of Lieutenant General Superman. He goes to S.H.I.E.L.D. twice a week and holds regular meetings. The rest of his time is spent in the Pentagon or elsewhere."

"A quarter of S.H.I.E.L.D are female employees, with a total of 329. Half of it would be equivalent to 160 people."

"Suppose he sleeps with three at a time, and each person spends about half an hour in that month..."

Apart from being a pure-blood vampire, Stefan was also a graduate of Carnegie Mellon University of Science and Technology -- he could be regarded as a maverick compared with other vampires who focus on art, literature, and other fields.

After all, no one had ever seen a vampire that liked doing math and physics, spending all his time calculating problems and doing research.

If this was the case, the only advantage was that vampires who had lived a long life might actually produce several great scientists to benefit the world and mankind.

"To sum up, unless Lieutenant General Superman was a master of time management, he wouldn't be able to do it, unless he spends all his time on eating, sleeping and ... mating, every single day."

Stefan made a simple calculation with his rigorous thinking from science and engineering and denied the rumors from Elena's mouth.

"Here we go again. The numbers you're talking about are just like you, not interesting at all."

Elena was an art collector who ran a gallery in real life and naturally couldn't talk to Stefan, who was a scientist.

"I have proof! That Superman is usually close to Howard Stark. Could he be any kind of virtuous role model who doesn't get close to women?"

Luke himself would never have imagined that the root cause of his character assassination was Howard!

"That's enough! What's the use of arguing about Superman's moral character at this point?"

The older vampire elder interrupted.

"The most important thing is how to solve the problem!"

He glanced at Gitano, who was listening and didn't deliberately conceal his original plan.

"The President wants power and wants to unite those who boast of being superior to him and build a huge interest group."

A red glint crossed the vampire elders' eyes, and they laughed sarcastically, "He wants more votes or a war in his favor? "

"What we want is a true La Magra who will lead the family and the council! A great patriarch who walks in the sunlight!"

"This is the basis of the cooperation between the two sides. The Blood Council has something better than heroin or marijuana -- the 'Blood Poppy'. It can control human beings, just as gangs control drug addicts."

"As for the President. I don't know where he got the original blood essence of La Magra, but it is indeed an important bargaining chip that we can't refuse."

"Therefore, there is room for cooperation between the Blood Council and the White House. This is why John Stillman acts as the spokesman for the President."

The vampire elders analyzed the recent events and the reasons behind them clearly.

He looked at the other three young elders and asked in a deep voice, "Is there a basis and room for cooperation between Superman and us?

"Do you know what he wants, or is he interested in anything?"

The rest of them looked at each other. After a moment of silence, Stefan, who was thinking from the point of view of science, took the lead in saying, "According to the human psychological model I designed, I think Superman is a hero with a strong sense of morality and full of righteousness."

"Therefore, the reason for his actions is to satisfy his inner desire to be a savior. Saving as many people as possible is the basis for his actions."

"I think we can prepare two sets of plans. One is to show a good attitude to prove that the Blood Council is friendly to humans -- or, most vampires are very kind and push those evil acts to some restless guys."

"As long as Superman reveals some intention to communicate, we can build the basis and room for cooperation."

Stefan deserves to be a graduate of a prestigious school. He spoke eloquently, and his thinking was clear, convincing everyone else.

The only unfortunate thing was that he misjudged this Superman. This wasn't the Superman from the studio next door.

Luke had no idea what the moral bottom line and sense of justice were.

"What about the second option?"

The vampire elders were interested.

"Again, using Superman's moral standards. We disclosed the President's plot -- an exaggerated terrible plan diverted his attention and put the Blood Council in a weak position to gain sympathy."

Stefan's eyes flashed with wisdom. He was confident that any young man with a sense of justice and lofty morality would fall into such a trap.

Those heroes having good qualities were their biggest weaknesses that could be used!

Gitano, who was silently watching, wanted to interject at this time. That Superman simply killed people without blinking; he couldn't feel any sense of mercy from the guy.

"Heh, such a boring proposal."

Elena snorted.

"Don't you forget that Superman came out of the battlefield? His hands are stained with blood from countless people."

"Kindness, morality, and a sense of justice ... couldn't possibly be embodied in him."

The female elder, who still had her charm, ruffled her hair and tilted her body forward, deliberately revealing a deep, bottomless cleavage, with a seductive smile, "The best way to deal with human beings is actually to stir their inner desires, to manipulate their behavior."

"The stronger the individual, the stronger the desire to dominate, and Superman is no exception."

"With so many lovers, he must be quite fond of beauty."

"I don't mind sacrificing myself and offering him my body. Anyway, it's all for the family and the survival of the Council!"

Stefan looked indifferent, turning a blind eye to the beauty displayed before him, and bluntly said, "I don't know why you want to expose your breasts. This will certainly subconsciously remind a man of the bond between mother and child, secreting hormones and androgens."

"But in Superman's view, it's probably just a pile of useless fat that only gets more cumbersome as it gets bigger."

"The simplest example is that we are both elder-level vampires, but I move much faster than you."

"Elena, the breasts you are so proud of will only be a burden to you."

"And with all due respect, because of your age, you are not as competitive as those young women in terms of flexibility, firmness, and roundness."

"If Superman is really passionate about women, he has so many choices that he doesn't need to look at an older woman who is over 300 years old."

"..."

Stefan's straightforward words, like a knife, cut Elena down to bits.

The smile on the latter's face solidified. She was about to retort when he heard the sound of an explosion coming from above.

Boom!

A dark red residual shadow, like a cannonball, smashed down.

Rubble fell like rain, sending out smoke and dust.

The pair of ice-cold eyes flashing with crimson light, slowly sweeping across the room.

"Were you talking about me?"

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