Marvel’s Superman

The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as Silver Fox Keira imagined

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

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

To a certain extent, it can be considered as what you need.

Therefore, as soon as they meet, they hug each other excitedly, and then complain to each other, which is not in line with their positioning.

Luke is not a Robinson who stayed on a deserted island with no one, spent twenty-eight years alone, and could only rely on handicraft to pass the time.

Besides, he also had a few friendly matches with the Queen of Hell's Frontier when he was fighting for the Supreme Mage.

"Really you?"

Seeing the long-disappeared Superman, the White Queen subconsciously released her psychic abilities.

Then it seemed as if she had hit a solid copper wall, she was slightly dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprises.

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

"The Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, specially opened vodka to celebrate, and they finally got a good night's sleep."

"The mutant order, which fell apart after you left, returned to the embarrassing situation of nothing."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is crumbling, facing the fate of being disbanded..."

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

But the rapid breathing revealed the 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 her return.

This is much more satisfying than the welcome ceremony between 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 don't think this statement is necessarily true."

"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 twitched, and what the White Queen said was exactly what he had been trying to achieve.

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

This completes the smooth transition from a war hero, a military mascot, to a humanoid nuclear weapon for strategic deterrence, and a person in power.

Luke sees himself as a player on the world table, and he just wants to get all the good cards in his pocket, so that he can control the direction of the future and not let everything go out of control.

It's like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder who sees wine glasses that are in the wrong place and has to put them back in place, otherwise it will be uncomfortable.

He believes that this is a common problem of some kind of transmigrators, or, in other words, a psychological problem left by the once weak.

Hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles.

"Ms. Frost, your compliment makes my day so much better."

Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that was quietly born and the self-reflection that passed by.

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

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

At this time, I started to be complacent, and it was a little too early.

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

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

He came to the Hellfire Club, and it wasn't all about reminiscing about the old days, and skin-to-skin.

Something else.

"I'm waiting for your words."

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

This is going to fall to the Hellfire Club, and in the eyes of other mutants, I am afraid that they can hear a piece of heartbreak.

Generally speaking, male-dominated power structures will be either tough or kind, fully demonstrating their charisma.

While women have the right to speak, they tend to carefully design their own images to win more fans.

To put it simply, the character of the White Queen in the Hellfire Club belongs to the iceberg goddess who is unattainable and can only be seen from a distance.

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

"You should also know about the recent actions of Essex Bio. They captured mutants for genetic experiments, and they also wanted to take away the research base in Lake Akalia from S.H.I.E.L.D."

There was gloating in the eyes of the White Queen, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.

The last guy who was going to snatch something from Superman's grave was two feet tall.

"...that's it, Nathaniel Essex, a powerful mutant who once followed the Apocalypse and is now mingling with the government."

The White Queen did not add fuel to Gadu and fan the flames, but she just told the plan of Essex Bio.

The latter and S.H.I.E.L.D., and Superman, are themselves in the opposite camp.

Otherwise, why did Conqueror Kang seek cooperation with Mr. Omen.

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

He worked hard to study biological genes, trying to change life by relying on 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 agitation of Kang the Conqueror.

It prompted Mr. Omen to take risks and repeatedly test the danger of being hit by a dog's head.

"Very well, I need you, and the Hellfire Club to come to the stage."

After Luke listened, his eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled: "If you follow the rules of the game, you will kill a big company that is on the rise and has a government background."

"Howard has a detailed plan for this."

The White Queen nodded, she did not doubt Superman's words in the slightest.

Whether at the gaming table or in a private duel, Mr. Omen seems to have no chance of winning.

This time, he hit the iron plate.

The White Queen smiled lightly, and then covered Superman's mouth with enthusiasm.

In this way, she announced that the work discussion was over.

Next, there is the sports segment for private entertainment.

...

...

Two days later.

Essex Building.

This forty-five-story, towering skyscraper is one of Manhattan's landmarks.

Originally a top-level apartment, it was bought directly by Mr. Omen, who was lavishing and squandering government funds, and used it for office space.

"It's a good feeling to look down at all 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 elite and high-class humans like tall buildings is probably to enjoy the beautiful experience of stepping on the city under their feet.

"I used to be buried in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... but I forgot that a life filled with power and money is actually not interesting."

Mr Omen, now at the helm of Essex Bio, had such a dry idea.

With the support of the White House and the future technology of the conquistadors, this biological company has gained a firm foothold and a great reputation within only half a year.

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

Such remarks fell into the ears of Mr. Omen, more like a joke.

"Howard Stark... a big guy."

Mr. Ominous did not look down on that world-class genius, partly because of the arrogance of the mutants, and partly because of his character.

He used to be a serious scientist, a contemporary of Darwin, but was rejected and disliked by the mainstream academic circles because of his extreme theories and racially colored speeches.

This bad past has made Mr. Omen neurotic and cynical.

Since then, he has hated any scientist who is sought after and recognized by the mainstream.

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

"Perhaps Kang the Conqueror is right, I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong."

Mr. Omen rubbed his chin, and the clone troopers sent a few days ago missed.

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

Jingle, Jingle-

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

He turned around and picked up the microphone.

"Mr Essex, there's a lot of... mutants downstairs, they're protesting."

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

"Protest what?"

Mr. Omen was surprised.

When did mutants dare to appear in public?

And protested?

"They say companies are imprisoning, arresting mutants and conducting cruel experiments that are illegal and unhumane."

The female secretary may have never seen such a scene before, so she panicked: "Originally, the security guard tried to drive him away, but it failed, and many media reporters were attracted."

"I see."

Mr. Omen said something lightly and hung up the phone.

"The trick that the White Queen came up with? I have the backing of the puppet president. I really think that I can shake Essex's status with a few slogans by finding a group of mutants who have been rejected by the mainstream? Naive."

Mr. Omen spoke contemptuously, but did not take it to heart.

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

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

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

"The fierce thugs, holding government work licenses, brutally pressed him to the ground and pressed their legs on his neck..."

"Poor Bob, he's just a kid, there's no way he can resist..."

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

"..."

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

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

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

The black man raised his arm and won the support and applause of the melon-eating crowd who surrounded the road in three layers and three layers outside. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they just shouted together and it was over.

"By the way, Bob, he's gay, he's a member of the Animal Protection Society, he's a vegetarian, he's religious, and he's 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 of damage!

ps: Recently, it is the KPI assessment of the department in the second half of the year. It is really tiring to engage in activities to deceive krypton, and to be a dog caretaker to deceive local tyrants.

Readers also know that this year's economy is sluggish and the industry is turbulent - this is true regardless of my job or the Internet circle.

No way, I also want to update normally. After all, it is not easy to write some grades, but social animals, people without human rights, want to create wealth for the boss, and enjoy the blessings at the same time.

Be considerate of each other, it will be almost done by mid-August.