Superman of the American Comics

The two people in the hall did not start a fierce war, as Kaila silver fox imagined

First of all, the relationship between each other is not to this extent.

Luke and the White Queen are at best pure friendship, not deep feelings.

To some extent, they can get what they need.

So, as soon as we meet... This is not in line with their positioning.

Luke is not staying on a deserted island, spending 28 years alone, or Robinson passing the time.

Besides, he fought with the queen of the border of hell when the supreme mage was fighting for hegemony.

"Is it really you?"

When the white queen saw the long lost Superman, she subconsciously released her spiritual ability.

Then it was like hitting a solid iron wall. She was a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprises.

"On TV, the president publicly announced your death, and the whole country mourned a while ago."

"The Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, specially opened vodka to celebrate. They can finally have a good sleep."

"The mutant's order fell apart after you left and returned to the embarrassing situation of having nothing."

"S.h.i.e.l.l.d. is tottering and facing the fate of being dissolved..."

The white queen left her seat and she tried to calm down the surging emotion.

Exposed the true heart.

"Sounds like I'm important to the world."

Luke smiled.

He did not expect that the White Queen was so excited about her return.

This is much more satisfying than the welcome ceremony of Howard and Captain America.

The White Queen looked up at Luke and whispered, "I once heard a saying to the effect that the planet never revolves around someone."

"But what happened after seeing you disappear."

"I don't think this sentence is necessarily correct."

"Luke, you are like a celestial body that can affect everything around you and gradually expand your radiation range."

Luke's mouth turned up, and what the White Queen said was exactly what he had been trying to achieve.

Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure a strong voice in the face of any force.

So as to complete the smooth transformation from a war hero, a military mascot, to a humanoid nuclear weapon of strategic deterrence, and those in power.

Luke regards himself as a player on the world's gambling table. He just wants to put all the good cards in his bag, so as to control the direction of the future and not let everything get out of control.

Just like patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder, when they see wine glasses placed in the wrong position, they must be put back in place, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable.

He believes that this is a common problem of some kind of walkers, or a psychological problem left over by the once weak.

I hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles.

"Ms. frost, your compliment has made my day better."

Luke waved his hand and quickly put away his quietly born vanity and passing self reflection.

The satisfaction brought by power is only the seasoning of dinner.

He has a long way to go and will not be limited to the planet under his feet.

It's too early to start feeling complacent at this time.

"Let's talk about your troubles. You know, I've always been happy to solve problems and deal with problems."

Luke put his hand around the White Queen's waist and leaned against the wide and comfortable seat.

He came to the Hellfire club not only to catch up with the past, but also to be close to the skin.

There's something else.

"I'm waiting for you."

The latter sat on Luke's lap, his hands around each other's neck and stuck together.

This will fall into the eyes of Hellfire club and other mutants. I'm afraid I can hear a broken heart.

Generally speaking, the power structure dominated by men will be tough or friendly, fully displaying their personality charm.

While women have the right to speak, they tend to carefully design their own image in order to win more supporters.

In short, the White Queen's human design in the Hellfire club belongs to the unattainable iceberg goddess who can only be seen from a distance.

But here in Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation of mutants easily took off the cold, beautiful and inviolable coat.

"You should also know the recent actions of Essex biology company. They capture mutants for genetic experiments and want to take the research base of Lake akalia from the Divine Shield."

The White Queen's eyes showed a sense of schadenfreude. It was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.

The last guy who planned to rob things from Superman was two feet tall.

"... that's it, Nathaniel Essex. He's a powerful mutant. He used to follow the apocalypse and now he's mixed up with the government."

The white queen did not add oil, gadu and incite the flames, but just said the plan of Essex biology company.

The latter, the s.h.i.e.l.l.d. and Superman, are themselves in the opposite camp.

Otherwise, why did Kang the conqueror ask Mr. omen to cooperate.

The latter is committed to becoming the next mutant God, the apocalypse.

He tried his best to study biological genes in an attempt to change life by relying on science.

But unfortunately, Mr. omen has an invincible opponent and an insurmountable obstacle, Superman and Divine Shield.

The disappearance of the latter, coupled with the encouragement of the conqueror Kang.

It prompted Mr. omen to take personal risks and test repeatedly on the dangerous edge of being shot out of the dog's head.

"Well, I need you and the Hellfire club to stand in front of the stage."

Luke listened, his eyes flickered slightly, smiled and said, "if you play a rising large company with government background on the premise of abiding by the rules of the game."

"Howard has made a detailed plan for this."

The White Queen nodded. She had no doubt about Superman's words.

Whether at the gambling table or in a private direct duel, Mr. omen seems to have no chance of winning.

This time, he hit an iron plate.

The White Queen smiled faintly, and then enthusiastically blocked Superman's mouth.

In this way, she announced that the working discussion had ended.

Next, there is the sports link of private entertainment.

……

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Two days later.

Essex building.

This 45 story skyscraper is one of the landmarks in Manhattan.

It was originally a top-level apartment. Later, it was directly bought by Mr. omen, who spent lavishly with government funds, for office space.

"It's a good feeling to look down on all sentient beings from a high place."

Mr. omen, dressed in a high-end suit, put his hands on his chest and sighed.

Those who boast of being elite and high-class people like high-rise buildings probably also enjoy the beautiful experience of stepping on the city.

"In the past, I buried myself in experimental research, cold data, cold bodies... I forgot that the life filled with power and money is actually not interesting."

Mr. evil omen, the current helmsman of Essex biology, came up with such a boring idea.

With the support of the White House and the future technology of the conqueror, the biological company gained a firm foothold and made a great reputation in only half a year.

Many media and newspapers believe that Essex will become the second stark industry.

Such remarks, falling into Mr. omen's own ears, are more like a joke.

"Howard stark... The lucky guy."

Mr. omen doesn't look up to that world-class genius. Half of it is due to the arrogance of mutants, and the other is due to personality.

He was a serious scientist at the same time as Darwin. Later, he was rejected and despised by the mainstream academic circles because of his extreme theories and racist speeches.

This past has made Mr. omen neurotic, angry and jealous.

From then on, he hated any scientist who was sought after and recognized by the mainstream.

Especially a genius like Howard stark, who is recognized by the world.

"Maybe the conqueror Kang is right. I should do it myself to make sure everything is safe."

Mr. omen rubbed his chin. The clone soldier sent a few days ago missed.

Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems. He hides an unknown secret card, so he can solve the clone who can be called a super soldier.

Ding Ling, Ding Ling——

The rapid ringing of the telephone interrupted Mr. omen's meditation.

He turned closer and picked up the receiver.

"Mr. Essex, there are a lot of... Mutants downstairs. They are protesting."

The female secretary's slightly alarmed voice came into her ears.

"Protest against what?"

Mr. omen was surprised.

When did mutants dare to appear openly in public?

And protest?

"They said that the company imprisoned and arrested mutants and carried out cruel experiments that were illegal and contrary to humanitarianism."

The female secretary may have never seen such a scene and flustered: "the security guard tried to drive away, but it didn't succeed. It also attracted a lot of media reporters."

"I see."

Mr. omen said faintly and hung up.

"The trick the white queen came up with? With the support of the puppet president, I really thought that finding a group of mutants excluded by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans could shake Essex's position? Naive."

Mr. omen spoke with contempt and did not take it to heart.

Until half an hour later, he saw the news on the TV——

"My brother Bob, he has always been an obedient and good boy and has never done anything bad."

"Just two days ago, people from Essex biology broke into my house. They were going to take Bob forcibly - just because he was a mutant."

"Those fierce thugs, holding the government's work license, brutally pressed him on the ground and put their legs on his neck..."

"Poor Bob, he's just a child. It's impossible to resist..."

"He said, 'I can't breathe' and shouted his mother's name..."

“……”

On the TV, there was a dark man with both voice and emotion complaining of blood and tears.

"Mutants also have the right to live in this country and should be treated equally..."

"This is a free country. We breathe the air of freedom, so we deserve freedom!"

The black men cheered and won the support and cheers of the melon eaters who surrounded the road. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they shouted together.

"By the way, Bob, he is gay and has joined the animal protection association. He is also a vegetarian, religious and obedient to Muhammad."

The black man added.

"He should have had a better life, but all this was destroyed by Essex biology!"

Discriminated mutants + discriminated blacks + marginalized groups + small animal insurance + religious people

Damage pull full!