Chapter Ninety-Seven: Welcome to the Hellfire Club
Anna Maria Island, on the beach.
Namor, with his two sturdy arms exposed, walks under a parasol with his surfboard on his shoulder.
As an Atlantean who could breathe underwater, he didn't need it at all.
But in order to make himself look normal and not attract the attention of others, Namor would bring a surfboard with him every time he went into the sea, pretending to be a surfer.
"Mr. Xiao, you're here too."
Compared to the cold and unfamiliar of the last time they met, Namor took the initiative to say hello this time.
These days, he chatted a lot with the middle-aged man, who claimed to be a German scientist.
The occasional point of view thrown by the other party always makes Namor's eyes refreshed.
It's like a lost ship that suddenly sees the light of a lighthouse on the dark sea.
Unconsciously, Namor sees Sebastian Shaw as a life coach, and has a little more respect in his heart.
"The warm Florida sun is not common in Berlin where the air is humid and cold."
Sebastian took off his sunglasses and smiled a friendly smile.
"Because of the repressive policies of the Third Reich, there was an atmosphere of tension like the White Terror, and everyone was worried about whether they would be the next victim of persecution and shooting."
"War is a terrible thing, are you right, Namor?"
Putting down his surfboard, Namor nodded as he sat next to Sebastian, who also hated war.
In the past, the Allies and the Axis countries threw mines and bombed submarines everywhere in the Pacific theater and the Atlantic waters, which made Atlantis overwhelmed.
It's like someone is fighting and arguing in front of your house every day.
If it weren't for the conservative, secluded old ideas of Atlantis and the fact that they didn't want to communicate with the outside world, Namor would have taught them a lesson.
As for joining the Allies or the Axis, it depends on the mood.
"Mr. Xiao, do you think it is necessary for a person who is strong in itself to hide himself?"
After these days of in-depth communication, Namor began to let go of his inner vigilance and put his trust in Sebastian Shaw.
Among them, of course, there are psychological hints imposed by the White Queen Emma.
There are also Namor's own reasons.
His father, a captain of a ship, was on an expedition to the Antarctic and ordered the sailors to blow up the ice floe, only to injure the princess of Atlantis and take her to the ship for treatment.
After that, it's the bloody story of the eight o'clock file.
The captain thinks that Princess Atlantis is so innocent and unpretentious, and she is different from the American girls he has known before.
And the princess of Atlantis has no contact with the outside world at all, and knows almost nothing about humans, so she was easily picked up by the captain.
The two fell in love with lightning speed, got married, and did everything they had to do.
However, when the King of Atlantis saw that his daughter had not returned for months, he thought that something had happened - that she had been kidnapped or abducted by humans.
Directly send the army, find the whereabouts, and kill everyone, including the captain.
A few months later, the widowed princess gave birth to Namor.
This is the tragic experience of Aquaman on the Marvel set.
If there is any similarity, it is purely for reference.
When Sebastian appears, he takes on the role of an informative and knowledgeable mentor who instantly lets Namor in.
"Why should a powerful person hide himself? Do lions hide among a flock of sheep and make themselves look unthreatening? Unless it's to hide from hunters. ”
Sebastian smiled, so many days of brainwashing finally took effect.
Before he came into contact with Namor, he learned about Atlantis through Hydra.
Namor was discriminated against by his clan because of his skin color, which made him a low-class "outlier".
In order to protect her son, the princess had to hide with Namor in the slums, and later to Manhattan.
It wasn't until the king grew old and remembered that he had a grandson that he summoned Namor, who had grown up, back.
After a series of struggles and battles for the throne, Namor was finally recognized as the new king of Atlantis, the ruler of the four seas.
Some of this information is information that Hydra has, and some of it is information that Emma heard by going deep into her heart.
In short, Atlantis has just completed the transfer of power.
The old king died, and Namor succeeded him.
There are still many old-fashioned forces in the country, which are in a relatively chaotic state.
Namor, who ascended to the throne, had never received a royal education, grew up in the slums and the land world, and felt very confused about how to be a king.
"Namor, do you remember what I said about mutants? They have a variety of special abilities, and they can be said to be gifted, and they are pioneers on the path of evolution. ”
Sebastian sat up, left the chaise longue, and said word for word, "But why are they expelled and hunted by humans?" ”
"Because there is a lack of a leader to take the lead! A king who can rally mutants around and give them the courage to stand up against the atrocities! ”
Feeling Sebastian's expectant eyes, Namor couldn't help but have the illusion that I was the one!
The fierce emotions were like the waves of the sea, wave after wave, washing away his few sanities.
"Mr. Xiao......"
Namor hesitated to reveal his mutant identity.
At this time, he had no sense of belonging to Atlantis for the time being, and he didn't know anything about being a good king.
Hearing Sebastian talk about the tragic situation of his fellow mutants, Namor couldn't help but feel sympathy and wanted to be the peerless leader of the world.
"Namor, if I'm not mistaken, you're a mutant, right?"
Sebastian struck while the iron was hot and said sincerely: "I saw you at the beach bar before, and I had a secret intuition - Namor, you are the one I am looking for!" ”
"We are compatriots! Genes are far more reliable than the bonds of blood! ”
Namor, who just wanted to reveal his identity, showed a shocked look and asked in surprise, "Mr. Xiao, you are also a mutant?" ”
The latter nodded vigorously and smiled, "It's not just me, but also Miss Frost, whom you've met before, and together we form the Hellfire Club." ”
"The purpose is to save the suffering compatriots, resist the tyranny of mankind, and build a better world for mutants!"
Namor frowned, he remembered that the content of chatting with Sebastian these days was mostly about discussions about race, genes, evolution, etc.
Could it be that Mr. Xiao has been testing me and testing me?
"That's right."
Sebastian affirmed.
As if he could see through people's hearts, his sharp eyes pierced into Namor's heart.
"You're the leader mutants expect! The king who saves his fellow citizens and leads us to a new future! ”
Although at this point in time, Stanislavsky has not yet written "The Self-cultivation of Actors", Sebastian Shaw fully interprets what superb acting skills are with firm eyes and sincere tone.
He was almost convinced of what he said, not to mention Namor himself.
"Why me?"
Namor, who had never been affirmed by anyone since he was a child, seemed to be flattered and asked rhetorically.
"You are both an Atlantean and a mutant, and you are the only bridge between the underwater and above-ground worlds!"
Sebastian replied, selectively ignoring that Namor actually had some human blood in his body.
"Join us, Namor. When the time comes, the Atlantean civilization can rule the world with mutants, you occupy the four oceans, and we own the land. ”
Faced with this invitation, Namor seemed to have a strange voice in his heart, constantly urging him to agree.
"Mr. Xiao, I am willing to participate in the great cause of saving my compatriots."
The lame Aquaman's lips pursed and he nodded in reply.
"Good. Then – welcome to the Hellfire Club. ”
Sebastian held out his hand, a faint glint in his lowered eyes.
Finally tied Atlante to the chariot, and the next step was to find Superman for revenge.
Before, the account in the city of Rome was not settled!