Superman of the Marvel Universe

"Would he identify with mutants?"

In the luxurious suite of the seaside hotel on Anna Maria Island, a cold and charming woman with white skin held a glass of red wine and handed it to Sebastian Xiao.

"Namor Mackenzie is not mentally fragile like ordinary people, and his thinking is at the mercy of my control. I can only guide him from the side to make him believe in the correct theory of mutant supremacy."

Sebastian Xiao smiled confidently, took the glass and said: "Of course. I can see Namor Mackenzie's flaws at a glance. He is not the kind of person with a strong will. His face is full of confusion, hesitation, He has no direction and is an easy puppet to control."

The cold and charming woman nodded. When she went deep into Namor's mind, she felt an extremely obvious depression.

"If I hadn't cooperated with Hydra before, I wouldn't have known that in this world, in addition to humans, mutants, and Atlanteans! They exist deep in the Atlantic Ocean and have never been discovered by outsiders."

Sebastian was a little excited. Since the collapse of the Third Reich, he had taken everyone in the Hellfire Club into hiding.

This mad scientist is not content to be ordinary.

On the contrary, Sebastian is power-hungry and ambitious, and has always regarded mutants as tools and weapons.

Therefore, he hopes to find an opportunity to lead the Hellfire Club to its rise.

But a world war has just ended, order has begun to be reestablished, power has been reshuffled, and there is no room for mutants to develop.

"The Atlanteans live at the bottom of the ocean. They are naturally different from humans. They have blue skin and can breathe underwater."

Sebastian said the information he got from Hydra, "Namor Mackenzie is an exception. He was born to an Atlantis princess and an American captain. He has human skin color and appearance. He once As a result, he suffered discrimination and was expelled from Atlantis."

"Hydra had contact with Atlantis?"

The cold woman was a little amazed at the strength of that huge organization.

"Although the Red Skull was defeated, Hydra's strength was still preserved. They have done a lot of research on ancient human civilizations, so it is not surprising to know the existence of Atlantis."

Sebastian tasted the red wine and whispered: "Emma, ​​relying solely on mutants is temporarily unable to fight against the huge society established by humans."

"We have to let them kill each other and consume each other so that we have a chance."

"And this happens to be what humans are best at!"

A cold and charming woman named "Emma Frost" listened silently. She is the "White Queen" of the Hellfire Club, second only to Sebastian Shaw.

He has psychic abilities similar to those of the Bald Professor, and can read other people's thoughts and memories, and even carry out forced modification and control. He is a rare Alpha-level mutant.

If Sebastian Shaw hadn't found a special material that isolates spirits in the Soviet Union, he would have made it into a helmet.

She would still be restrained by the White Queen, let alone convince her to join the Hellfire Club.

"What about Superman?"

The White Queen turned on the TV and watched the young major general flashing by on the news.

"Luke Cavill is a tough opponent, but he's not as scary as I imagined. Once I master my abilities, coupled with your mind control, I'll make this Superman kneel at the feet of the Hellfire Club sooner or later."

Sebastian is high-spirited and can absorb various forms of abilities, transform them and release them.

This includes electrical energy, thermal energy, kinetic energy, etc. It can be said that even if tanks and bombers are deployed together, they may not be able to harm the Black King of the Hellfire Club.

The only flaw may be that Sebastian's energy storage has an upper limit.

Once it exceeds, it will explode and die.

"I once wanted to help the Third Reich and eliminate Luke Cavill. However, at that time, I was not able to fully control my abilities. It is different now. I have evolved at a deeper level."

Sebastian looked at the sea under the night, full of ambition.

He has carefully studied Superman's abilities, which are nothing more than a substantial enhancement of physical fitness, plus flight and heat vision.

It happened to be restrained by myself!

"Wait until I convince Namor Mackenzie to join the Hellfire Club and recognize his identity as a mutant, and then I can cause trouble for that Superman."

Sebastian looked at the tall figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window and said with a smile: "By the way, save the red devil Azazo and the others."

White Queen Emma frowned slightly and made no comment.

Outside the window, gloomy dark clouds slowly gathered.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

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Washington, D.C., offices at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Luke turned his seat so his back was toward the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, which look like glass curtain walls, you look out at the bright night scene along the Potomac River.

Thoughts rise and fall like waves, settling into plans or ideas.

As the night got darker, Luke, who was leaning on the seat, seemed to sense something and frowned.

The stable space was cut open, and the sparks of magic were beating.

The smell of incense and the singing of bells from Kathmandu float over.

"I have been waiting for you, Master Gu Yi."

Luke, who was holding a glass of whiskey in his right hand, flashed his eyes and said with a smile: "I thought you would come earlier."

"For example, in Brooklyn, or Sicily, Rome, or even Paris. I didn't expect that our first meeting would be in Washington, D.C."

The folding and changing void space opened up a circular passage, and a figure wearing a yellow robe came gracefully.

Lifting the hood that covered his face, a shiny bald head appeared.

"Did you guess that I would come?"

the uninvited guest asked with interest.

"I'm just always prepared, waiting for the day when the Supreme Mage comes to my door."

Luke turned around in his seat, put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked directly at the other person.

"There will always be this day, right? What do people like me mean to you? Stowaways, or visitors from another world?"

This young major general in the military asked the question directly without any attempt to hide it.

Since the Supreme Mage took the initiative to come to the door, he must have some understanding of his identity.

Pretending not to know and continuing to act stupid will only make the other party look down upon you.

On the Marvel set, most bald people are difficult to deal with.

For example, a certain mutant professor who was still a child.

Or the Supreme Mage who appeared in front of him.

Their existence makes people suspect that bald heads are most likely a sign of strength.

Or is there some kind of bonus to individual strength?

By the way, Thanos doesn’t have hair either?

And Nick Fury—forget it, Director Ludan has no other abilities besides embezzling public funds.

Luke's eyes suddenly seemed as if he had discovered some amazing secret.

"There are many kinds."

The Supreme Mage seemed to have also entered this conversation mode. He raised his right arm slightly and the seat automatically slid over.

She sat down in her chair and came face to face with Luke.

"The three major sanctuaries often capture strange souls from other dimensions or other worlds. The normal measure taken against them is to send them back."

The Supreme Mage said patiently.

"There are occasional exceptions. For example, when dimensions overlap and space is turbulent, many innocent people are unfortunately killed, and their souls pass through the gap between the dimensional space and the universe. After it is determined that there is no danger, the Sanctuary will provide a shelter. place."

Luke adjusted his sitting position, as if to make himself more comfortable.

The Supreme Mage is the protector of the earth. What she and the three sanctuaries maintain is not world peace, but the balance and stability of multi-dimensional space.

In fact, mages as a group generally have little interest in the fierce disputes in the human world.

Even when the Third Reich was victorious, colonizing the world and promoting extreme racial theories.

The three major sanctuaries and Kamal Taj will probably not intervene to change the historical trajectory that should have happened.

The enemies they deserve to be wary of are the many demons in hell and the dimensional demons who are eyeing them.

"So which one am I? A subject who needs to be deported, or an innocent person who is held in protective custody?"

Luke asked calmly.