In the deepest part of the prison, inside the thick and solid alloy door, there was a figure prostrate on the ground.

The tattered clothes and the shackles on his hands and feet all showed that he was a prisoner with a felony on his back.

"Alive."

The prison guard glanced through the bars and walked away.

Their daily work is simple, just make sure that the prisoners are alive.

Diet, hygiene, etc., that doesn't need to be considered.

"It's another bad day."

Namor moved slowly, like a reptile with bones removed.

The cells in Atlantis were slightly different from the earthly world, with beds and sanitary facilities in the corners.

The remaining one-third of the space is a nutrient chamber that resembles an oversized fish tank.

Long-term dehydration, which was a terrible punishment for the Atlanteans.

Their bodies, after a week of being away from the sea, have to be rehydrated.

Prisoners in prisons still have the most basic human rights.

Only when you make a mistake will you be punished by cutting off the water.

"Someday, I'll be back on land."

Namor struggled to crawl and roll into the pod.

The liquid inside was quite cloudy, apparently it had been used for a long time and had not been changed for a long time.

But at this time, there is not so much attention.

Half of the body is soaked in a nutrient solution, and every cell is hungry for water.

Namor's manic mood also slowly calmed down.

Close your eyes and breathe lightly.

The stinging pain of the broken spine became a little better, and it no longer tormented his spirit.

After being court-martialed and a double trial in Atlantis, Namor was thrown into the cell like garbage.

As the robed nobles said, he lost the crown of glory and supreme power of the king, and became a prisoner of the rank that no one cared about.

It's like falling from the clouds into the mud.

It's all because – Superman!

He could never forget the heavy pressure on him from that tall figure.

A howl of pain, a feeble struggle, and then a return to darkness.

Namor's self-confidence, which he has accumulated over decades, has completely collapsed under Superman's iron fist!

Hiss!

Memories may bring anger, despair, or hatred...... The poor king, who had lost everything, subconsciously turned his body.

Intense pain strikes the brain again!

His tough face, full of decadence and frustration, became particularly hideous.

"It shouldn't be like this."

Namor remembered that his father, who was on land, said that he was born to rule the seas and become the king of Atlantis.

But now, he can only stay in a cramped cell in the dark.

Day after day, life is consumed.

This pair of strong men with great ambitions and ambitions is undoubtedly the most terrible torture.

Crunch!

The heavy, sturdy cell door suddenly opened, and a glimmer of light came in.

"It smells terrible!"

A coquettish female voice rang out, causing Namor to look up.

I can't see my face clearly in the dark environment, and I can only roughly judge that the body curve is very exciting.

"Namor?"

Against the light, the Black Queen, hidden in the shadows, stared at the man with a scruffy beard and a stench, beggar-like appearance.

She couldn't help but hesitate a little, this image really didn't look like the Lord of the Seven Seas, the King of Atlantis.

"Who are you?"

Namor asked coldly as he lay in the nutrition pod.

Since his imprisonment, many long-robed nobles have come to visit him, making fun of his situation.

"Someone who can save you."

The corners of the Black Queen's mouth curled, and she took a few steps closer, releasing a signal of goodwill.

"You're a mutant?"

Namor asked, frowning.

By the light.

He could see the faces of the people who came.

There is no blue skin of Atlantis.

Glamorous, bewitching, like a deadly black mandala.

"That's right, we're one kind."

Selene bent down slightly, and said in a seductive tone: "Your people have abandoned you here, and the robed nobles have called you a 'cold-blooded executioner', a 'butcher without humanity', and have done everything in their power to tarnish your image. ”

"Your Majesty, Atlantis is no longer your guardian homeland, it is united with the great kingdoms of the land world, which is contrary to your will and contrary to the traditions of the ages."

After a defeat, Namor became much calmer.

Before he hit the trough, there was no doubt about it.

Sebastian Shaw deceived himself and took advantage of himself.

Namor frowned slightly, and the Black Queen's bewildering tone revealed a familiar feeling, which was no different from Sebastian Shaw.

It's a liar!

He makes a judgment.

"Let's be straight, what you need me to do, and what can I be given."

Namor's face tensed, trying to restrain the excitement inside.

No one wants to stay in a prison cell, endure a messy environment, and live their entire life.

Freedom, this is something that every prisoner in prison once had, then lost, and now desires.

The arrival of the Black Queen brought him a glimmer of hope.

"I hope you can come out of the shadow of failure, overcome the nightmare in your heart, and find yourself again."

The Black Queen showed her chips.

A flame crystal that radiates brilliant light.

The power of the phoenix!

She had already gotten a copy and couldn't absorb it any longer.

The phoenix needed an apostle, and Selene thought Namor was a good fit.

He is a mutant with great talent and great potential.

It's just that it's more unfortunate that he met a strong enemy like Superman just after his debut, so he suffered a series of fiascos and lost everything.

"The Atlanteans can easily heal your broken spine and allow you to heal and stand up again."

The Black Queen hooks Namor's anger, striving to keep the opponent's IQ declining, and then become her own puppet.

"But they didn't. Those robed aristocrats, let you live without dignity, hide behind the scenes and laugh uncontrollably. ”

"I'm willing to give you the opportunity to take revenge and take back what belongs to you...... But only if you sign a contract. ”

Selene threw out a piece of parchment with a flame pattern on it, she was a witch and was no stranger to the devil of hell.

There are many traps buried in this contract that are difficult for ordinary people to notice.

As long as you sign the daimyo and wait until the matter is completed, the Black Queen will be able to easily take Namor's soul.

Make the most of the tool man!

Whether you are alive or dead, you can shine!

Perfect!

"How can I trust you?"

Namor glanced at the contract and asked vigilantly.

To be honest, he couldn't quite read the obscure, awkward, and lengthy words on it.

The Black Queen stretched out her hand, and the life energy she had absorbed on a daily basis poured into Namor's body.

It's like a medical miracle!

Namor, whose spine was broken and his lower body was paralyzed, unexpectedly became conscious.

He braced his hands on the edge of the pod and jerked to his feet.

The atrophied muscles slowly inflate like a water-filled balloon.

"It's ......"

"The power you lost."

The Black Queen smiled slightly and continued, "I can still make you stronger. ”

Namor's face was cloudy, and he hung his head as if he was thinking.

The silence stretched out for a long time, and after a few deep breaths, the young king, who had nothing, took the contract from Selene's hand.

Bite your finger open and put a stamp.

Imprint your "name" on the contract!

"Good, you made a wise choice."

The Black Queen smiled with satisfaction, handed the fragment of the phoenix's power to the other party, and then said, "Now it's time to talk about the part of fulfilling the treaty." ”

"I need you to deal with someone and contain his movements."

Namor's eyes, which were gradually regaining his strength, flickered, and he asked in a deep voice, "Who?" ”

"Your 'old friend'."

The Black Queen gently spat out the name.

"Superman."