Venom My Wife

Pamela held her chin, her pretty face full of smiles.

"Sister Venom, I like them a little bit, and the house will be very lively in the future."

"Don't worry, sisters, you can't escape."

Venom licked his lips and stared at Qin and Black Phoenix, who were still playing on the beach with his prey.

Pamela's face turned slightly red as she looked at Gwen who buried her face in her arms, only showing her red ears, which seemed to reveal Gwen's inner shyness and panic.

"Gwen, what's wrong?"

Gwen raised his head and said shyly, "That fool, how can you apply sunscreen oil on your legs all the time."

Thinking of the hands constantly stroking and kneading her thighs, her face became redder and hotter, with a hint of anger in her eyes, but a little joy was faintly hidden.

"That means that my dear likes your legs very much, so let me touch them too." Pamela said and reached out.

"Sister Pamela!"

Gwen shouted coquettishly, quickly retracted his legs and tightly protected his hands. He looked both shy and a little cute anger.

At this time, a few small people ran over the beach.

"Godfather, we picked up a man in the sea."

Just when Chino and the others were on vacation, the outside world was already in chaos.

Hellfire Club

A secret organization with a long history, most of which are social elites, and there are many mutants, who are secretly affecting the world's political and economic trends.

The White Queen looked at the Brotherhood and X-Men that surrounded the entire club.

The two most powerful organizations on the surface of the Mutant actually joined forces, which made her feel unprecedented pressure.

The White Queen sat on the sofa as if nothing had happened, graceful and calm, as if the surround in front of her could not have any effect on her. The mutant people from the Hellfire Club behind her looked nervous.

"Magneto, long time no see. Is there anything wrong with coming to the club with such a big deal?" Queen White's tone was a bit lazy.

"The king of mutants has appeared, and all mutants in the world must surrender." Eric's eyes were cold and firm.

"Oh, what about others?"

"...King, there are more important things to deal with, you just need to surrender."

The White Queen only felt extremely arrogant and recruited people. She didn't take action in person, so she sent her subordinates over. The Black Emperor's subordinates also came to invite them one by one.

"What if I refuse?"

"I will always agree to knock you out and take you away."

"Magneto, you don't take Hellfire Club seriously, Sunspot!"

The White Queen suddenly lay down.

A white man behind him had a raging fire, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a fireman.

"Go to die!"

Sunspot pushed his hands, and the three-meter-sized pillar of fire roared towards Magneto, and the air was burned and twisted wherever he passed.

Queen White looked at Magneto with a sneer. I see how you hide at such a close distance.

Although sunspots are not omega-level, the temperature of the flame is as high as 3,000 degrees, and steel can melt.

Magneto looked at the burning flames before they even touched them.

I saw the flames circling a big bend and disappeared into the palm of a person's palm.

"Sunspots, what are you doing?" The White Queen shouted angrily.

“My flame is out of control.”

Sunspots tried their best to stop, but the flames kept passing.

Bang-

After a while, the sunspots fell to the ground weakly, gasping for breath.

Once he met, the Hellfire Club lost a general.

"Good job, Fire Man."

Eric praised him.

The companions around also expressed their approval with their eyes.

John wiped his nose proudly. This time he applied with the professor and he was very excited and proud.

Queen White was silent for a while, and her only trump card was gone.

"Can we talk about it again?"

There was a hint of prayer in her tone.

"Call them out and take them away."

Eric no longer has patience.

“Oh oh oh oh…”

Brotherhood and X-Men people had long been unable to hold on and rushed up like a tide.

In the alkaline lake base, a middle-aged man in military uniform angrily tore the letters in his hand to pieces.

"Is the president crazy?! I actually let me release the mutant. My X weapon is about to succeed. He won't know that there must be a problem."

He roared, his forehead bulging with blue veins, his eyes covered with blood from anger.

He picked up the phone on the table, pressed the buttons with his fingers hard, and began to contact his connections, trying to find a solution to this dilemma.

"Sorry, Colonel, I can't help with this."

"Okay, I will appeal your request."

"I'll give you a reply in a few days."

All answers to him were excuses. Only the last gift was given by the boss to explain the reason.

"Give up, the Demon King visited the President late at night a few days ago."

Stryker's face became increasingly ugly as he listened to the sound on the other end of the phone, and his hands holding the phone turned pale due to the force.

The Colonel anxiously contacted the military officials who also hated the mutants.

"The President has been bewitched by Satan, and recycling mutants is to be prepared to destroy humanity, and this country needs to be saved."

A hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone: "We will go to the military court."

The colonel was furious and shouted loudly, "Then do you want to watch this country be destroyed and replaced by those mutants' sluts?! Answer me, Lieutenant General Nathan!"

"Absolutely, this country belongs to humans, and so is this world. Mutants should rot in the ground!"

A fanatical voice came from the opposite side, and the tone was filled with extreme hatred and paranoia.

"Very good, Lieutenant General Nathan, I got the news that the Demon King has left this country and will not come back for a short time, you know how to do it."

"I understand, this country doesn't need a demon group, what are you doing?"

"Although the president has been bewitched, we will not give up on him. I will save him and let him understand the dangers of mutants."

The colonel said coldly.

The flames of revenge were burning in the eyes, and the mutant must die.

On the street

A strong blonde man, wearing an old-age jacket, walked slowly along the bustling streets with a wheelchair vigorously.

That look like a child taking his old mother shopping leisurely.

"Steve, where are you taking me?"

A white-haired old lady sat in the wheelchair. Her voice was trembling and faint, with doubt in her eyes.

“Go to a place where you can dance again.”

Steve lowered his head, looking at her with sadness and love.