Superman of the Marvel Universe

The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle. They were engaging in indescribable negative distance contact as the silver fox Keira imagined.

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

Luke and the White Queen are, at best, a pure friendship of "mutual appreciation of technology and body", and there is no deep emotion at all.

The former is interested in the driving experience, while the latter is interested in driving skills.

To a certain extent, it can be regarded as each taking what he needs and satisfying each other.

Therefore, when they first meet, they hug each other excitedly, then flick their tongues to each other, have a suffocating kiss, and then express their heartfelt feelings to each other, and their affection is endless... This does not fit their positioning.

But to just pick up the gun and mount the horse, and be honest with each other, but it also seems too eager and hungry.

Luke is not Robinson Crusoe who stayed on an uninhabited desert island and spent 28 years alone. He could only rely on craft work or Savage Friday to pass the time.

Besides, during the Supreme Mage Contest, he had several friendly matches with Mysterio, the Queen of Limbo, and it was a wonderful process that was fulfilling and enjoyable for both parties.

Without urgent needs, there will naturally be no impatient driving scenes.

"Really you?"

When the White Queen saw the long-lost Superman, she subconsciously released her psychic powers.

Then she seemed to have hit a solid copper wall. She was slightly dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprise.

"On television, the president publicly announced your death, and a while ago there was a national mourning."

"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 order of mutants fell apart after you left, and returned to the embarrassing situation of having nothing."

"SHIELD is on the verge of collapse and facing the fate of being disbanded..."

The White Queen left her seat, trying to calm down her turbulent emotions.

But the rapid breathing and rising and falling chest exposed his true heart.

"It sounds like I'm important to the world."

Luke smiled.

He didn't expect that the White Queen would be so excited about his return.

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

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

"But, seeing what happened after you disappeared."

"I think this sentence may not necessarily be correct."

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

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up. What the White Queen said was exactly what he had been working hard to achieve.

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

In this way, a war hero, a military mascot, a strategic deterrent humanoid nuclear weapon, and a smooth transition of the person in power can be completed.

Luke sees himself as a player on the world's gambling table. He just wants to collect all the good cards so that he can control the future direction and prevent everything from getting out of control.

Just like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, if you see wine glasses placed in the wrong position, you must put them back in their original positions, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable.

He believed that this was a common problem among time travellers, or that it was a psychological problem left over from those who were once weak.

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

"Ms. Frost, your compliment brightens my day."

Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that quietly arose and the fleeting self-reflection.

The satisfaction that power brings is just the accompaniment to the meal.

He still has a long way to go, and he will not be limited to the planet beneath his feet.

It was a bit premature to start to feel complacent at this time.

"Let's talk about your troubles. You know, I'm always happy to solve people's troubles and solve problems."

Luke put his arms around the White Queen's waist and leaned back on the large and comfortable seat.

He didn't come to the Hellfire Club just to reminisce about old times and have skin-to-skin contact.

There are other business matters.

"I'm waiting for your words."

The latter sat on Luke's lap, put his hands around each other's neck, and stuck together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.

If this falls to the Hellfire Club, the other mutants will probably hear their hearts break.

Generally speaking, in a power structure dominated by men, they will behave either toughly or kindly, fully demonstrating their charisma.

Women have the right to speak, and they tend to carefully design their own image to win more fans.

To put it simply, the White Queen's character in the Hellfire Club is that of an iceberg goddess who is unattainable and can only be viewed from a distance.

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

"You should also be aware of the recent actions of Essex Biological Corporation. They capture mutants for genetic experiments, and they also want to take away the research base of Lake Akalia from SHIELD."

The White Queen's eyes showed a hint of schadenfreude, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.

The last guy who tried to snatch something from Superman had grass on his grave that was two feet tall.

"...That's it, Nathaniel Essex, he is a powerful mutant who once followed Apocalypse, and now he is mixed up with the government."

The White Queen did not add fuel to the fire or fan the flames, she just told the Essex Biological Company's plan as it was.

The latter, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Superman themselves are in opposing camps.

Otherwise, why would Kang the Conqueror want to cooperate with Mr. Omen.

The latter is dedicated to becoming the next mutant god, Apocalypse.

He worked hard to study biological genes and tried to change his life through science.

But unfortunately, Mr. Omen has an invincible opponent, an insurmountable obstacle, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.

The disappearance of the latter, coupled with the instigation of Kang the Conqueror.

This prompted Mr. Omen to take risks and repeatedly test the danger of having his head blown off.

"Great, I need you and the Hellfire Club to step up to the stage."

After hearing this, Luke's eyes flashed slightly and he chuckled: "If you abide by the rules of the game, you can kill a rising big company with a government background."

"Howard had a detailed plan for this."

The White Queen nodded, not doubting what Superman said.

Whether it is at the gambling table or in a direct duel in private, Mr. Omen seems to have little chance of winning.

This time, he hit an iron plate.

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

This was her way of announcing that the work discussion was over.

Next, is the exercise session for private entertainment.

……

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Two days later.

Essex Towers.

This 45-story, towering skyscraper is considered one of Manhattan's landmark buildings.

It was originally a top-grade apartment, but later it was bought directly by Mr. Omen, who was generous and squandered government funds, and used it for office space.

"It feels really good to look down at all living beings from a high place."

Mr. Omen, who was wearing a high-end suit, folded his hands on his chest and said with emotion.

The reason why those self-proclaimed elites and upper-class humans like high-rise buildings is probably because they enjoy the wonderful experience of having the city under their feet.

"I used to be immersed in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... but I forgot that a life filled with power and money is actually very interesting."

Mr. Omen, the current head of Essex Biotech, had such dry thoughts.

With the support of the White House and the future technology of Conqueror, this biological company established a firm foothold and achieved such a great reputation in just half a year.

Many media and newspapers believe that Essex will become the second Stark Industries.

Such remarks seemed more like a joke to Mr. Omen himself.

"Howard Stark...a lucky guy."

Mr. Omen didn't look down on that world-class genius, partly because of the mutant's arrogance and partly because of his personality.

He was once a serious scientist, a contemporary of Darwin. Later, he was ostracized and disliked by the mainstream academic community because of his extreme theories and racially charged speeches.

This past has made Mr. Omen neurotic, cynical 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 Kang the Conqueror is right. I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Mr. Omen rubbed his chin. The clone warriors sent out a few days ago had missed.

Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as he seems. He hides a secret card that is not known to the public, so he can deal with the clones who are fully qualified as super soldiers.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—

The rapid ringing of the phone interrupted Mr. Omen's contemplation.

He turned around and picked up the phone.

"Mr. Essex, there are many...mutants gathered downstairs, and they are protesting."

The female secretary's slightly panicked voice reached her ears.

"Protest what?"

Mr. Omen wondered.

When did mutants dare to appear in public openly?

And even launched a protest?

"They said that the company imprisoned and detained mutants and conducted cruel experiments that were illegal and inhumane."

The female secretary may have never seen such a scene before, and said in a panic: "The security guards tried to drive them away, but they failed and attracted many media reporters."

"I see."

Mr. Omen said calmly and hung up the phone.

"The trick the White Queen came up with? With that puppet president backing me, do I really think that finding a bunch of mutants who are rejected by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans can shake the status of Essex? I'm naive."

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

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

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

"Just two days ago, people from Essex Biotech broke into my house and they were going to take Bob away forcibly - just because he is a mutant."

"The fierce thugs, holding a government work license, pressed him to the ground extremely cruelly and pressed his neck with their legs..."

"Poor Bob, he is just a child, there is no way he can resist..."

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

"..."

On the TV, there was a dark-skinned man complaining with blood and tears.

"Mutants also have the right to live in this country and should receive equal treatment..."

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

The black man raised his arms and shouted, winning the support and applause of the melon-eating crowds on three levels inside and outside, who surrounded the road. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they just shouted along with him and that was it.

"By the way, Bob is gay, has joined the Animal Welfare Society, is a vegetarian, believes in Christianity, and is a follower of Muhammad."

the black man added.

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

Discriminated mutants + discriminated black people + marginalized groups + small animal protection + religious people...

Full damage!