The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as the silver fox Kayla imagined, engaged in indescribable negative distance contact.

First of all, the relationship between them has not reached this level.

Luke and the White Queen are at best a pure friendship that "appreciates each other's skills and flesh", and there is no deep affection.

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

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

Therefore, as soon as they met, they hugged excitedly, then shook their tongues at each other, had a suffocating kiss, and then complained to each other, and the affection was lingering...... This is not in line with their positioning.

can directly pick up the gun and get on the horse, and be honest with each other, but it also seems too eager and hungry.

Luke is not Robinson who has spent twenty-eight years alone on a desert island with no people, relying only on handicrafts, or Savage Friday to pass the time.

Besides, he had a few friendly matches with the Queen of Hell's Border, and it was a wonderful process that was very fulfilling and enjoyable for both sides.

Without an urgent need, there would be no impatient driving.

"Is it really you?"

When the White Queen saw the long-disappeared Superman, she subconsciously released her psychic abilities.

Then, as if hitting a solid copper wall, she was slightly dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprise.

"On TV, 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, and they can finally get a good night's sleep."

"The order of mutants, falling apart after you leave, and returning to the embarrassing situation of having nothing again."

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

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

But the rapid breathing, the undulating chest, exposed the true heart.

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

Luke said with a smile.

He didn't expect that the White Queen would be 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 a certain person. ”

"But see what happened after you disappeared."

"I don't think that's necessarily true."

"Luke, you are like a celestial body, able to influence everything around you, and gradually expand your radiation."

The corners of Luke's mouth curled, 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, you can hold a strong voice.

Thus completing a smooth transformation from a war hero, a military mascot, to a humanoid nuclear weapon of strategic deterrence, and to a person in power.

Luke sees himself as a player at the world table, and he just wants to pocket all the good hands so that he can steer the future and not let everything get out of hand.

It's like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder who sees wine glasses that are not placed in the right place, and must put them back in place, otherwise it will be uncomfortable.

He thinks it's a common problem of some kind of time-traveler, or rather, a psychological problem left over from the once weak.

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

"Your compliment, Ms. Frost, makes my day brighter."

Luke waved his hand, quickly putting away the vanity that had quietly arisen and the passing self-reflection.

The satisfaction that power brings is only the condiment to a meal.

He still has a long way to go, and he won't be confined to the planet beneath his feet.

At this time, it is a bit premature to start to be complacent.

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

Luke reached out and grabbed the White Queen's waist before leaning back in the wide, comfortable seat.

He didn't come to the Hellfire Club all to catch up with the old and to get to the skin.

Something else is going on.

"I'm waiting for your words."

The latter sat on Luke's lap, wrapped his hands around the other's neck, and pressed them together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous position.

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

Typically, male-dominated power structures are either tough or affectionate, showing off their charisma.

Women have the right to speak, and they tend to be carefully designed to win more people's 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 with Luke, 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 moves of Essex Biotech, they are capturing mutants for genetic experiments, and they also want to take away the research base of Lake Akalia from S.H.I.E.L.D."

There was schadenfreude in the White Queen's eyes, and it was clear that someone was going to be unlucky.

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

“…… That's it, Nathaniel Essex, he's a powerful mutant who once followed Apocalypse and now gets involved with the government. ”

The White Queen didn't add fuel to Gadu and fanned the flames, but just told the plan of Essex Biotech as it was.

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

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

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

He worked hard to study biological genes in an attempt to change his life through science.

But unfortunately, Mr. Omen has an invincible opponent, an obstacle that cannot be crossed, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.

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

prompted Mr. Omen to put himself in danger and repeatedly test the danger of being blown off the dog's head.

"Good, I need you, and the Hellfire Club to stand in front of the stage."

After hearing this, Luke's eyes flickered slightly, and he chuckled: "If you follow the rules of the game, you can play a big company that is rising and has a government background." ”

"Howard has a detailed plan for this."

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

Whether it's at the gaming table or in a private duel, Mr. Omen doesn't seem to have much chance of winning.

This time, he hit the iron plate.

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

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

Next, there is the sports session of private entertainment.

……

……

Two days later.

Essex Building.

This 45-storey skyscraper is one of Manhattan's landmarks.

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

"It's a nice feeling to look down on people from above."

Mr. Omen, who was dressed in a high-end suit, clasped his hands in front of his chest and said with emotion.

The reason why those self-proclaimed elite, upper-class human beings like high-rise buildings is probably to enjoy this beautiful experience of stepping on the city under their feet.

"I used to bury my head in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses...... I forgot that a life filled with power and money is actually not interesting. ”

Mr. Omen, the current head of Essex Biotech, came up with such a dry idea.

With the support of the White House and the future technology of the Conqueror, the biotech company has established itself in just six months and made a name for itself.

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

Such remarks, falling into the ears of Mr. Omen himself, are more like a joke.

"Howard Stark...... Guy with a big life. ”

Mr. Omen doesn't look down on that world-class genius, partly because of the arrogance of mutants, and partly because of personality.

He used to be a serious scientist, a contemporary of Darwin, but later was ostracized and disliked by the mainstream academic community because of his extreme theories and racially tinged speeches.

This past has made Mr. Omen neurotic and cynical.

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 take matters into my own hands and make sure nothing goes wrong."

Mr. Omen rubbed his jaw, the clone troopers sent out a few days ago missed.

Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems, he hides secret hole cards that no one knows, so he can solve the clone that can be called a supersoldier.

Jingle bells, jingle bells –

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

He turned around and approached and picked up the microphone.

"Mr. Essex, there's a lot of ...... gathered downstairs Mutants, they're protesting. ”

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

"Protest against what?"

Mr. Omen wondered.

When did mutants dare to appear in public?

And also a protest?

"They say the company imprisons, detains mutants, and conducts illegal and cruel experiments that are against humanity."

The female secretary may have never seen this kind of scene, and said in a panic: "Originally, the security guard tried to drive away, but it was unsuccessful, and it attracted a lot of media reporters." ”

"I see."

Mr. Omen said lightly and hung up the phone.

"The White Queen's trick? I have that puppet president backing me, and I really think that finding a bunch of mutants who have been ostracized by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans can shake Essex's position? Naive. ”

Mr. Omen's words were contemptuous and did not take it to heart.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he saw the news on the TV -

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

"Just two days ago, the Essex Biotech guys broke into my house and they were going to forcibly take Bob away – just because he's a mutant."

"The fierce thugs, with the government's work permit, brutally pressed him to the ground and pressed his neck with their legs......"

"Poor Bob, he's just a kid, there's no way he's going to be able to resist ......"

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

“……”

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

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

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

The black man raised his arms and shouted to win the support and applause of the melon-eating crowd who surrounded the road on the inside and outside of the road—although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, but shouted along and it was over.

"By the way, Bob is gay, he has been a member of the Animal Protection Society, he is a vegetarian, he is a religious believer, and he is a submissive of Muhammad."

The black man added.

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

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

The damage is full!