Twenty minutes later, Luke, who had flown to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.

He saw Namor, who had met again after many days.

The other party sat in the corner by the window, his eyes were long, looking at the port outside the window, as if he was indulging in memories.

The former king of Atlantis took care of his poor appearance a little before coming ashore.

Wash off the rotten stench and put on new clothes.

The weed-like dry hair and the greasy beard tangled in a clump were also shaved clean.

All in all, he no longer looks like a scruffy tramp.

It's just that between the eyebrows, there is still a decadent atmosphere.

"Namor-Mackenzie."

Luke sat down across from him, snapped his fingers, and motioned for the waiter to serve a glass of craft beer.

In addition to its delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant is also a paradise for beer lovers.

There are more than 60 craft brews on the store, which attracts nearby sailors and crews.

"Superman."

Namor said the name with a hint of bitterness in his tone.

He remembered that the two had first met, and the other party was nothing more than a general of the land kingdom.

And he is the master of the seven seas, the king of Atlantis.

The identities of the two sides, not to mention the world difference, are not equal.

And now, he is an escaped prisoner from Atlantis.

Superman has become the third pole of the world, a powerful presence that stands alone against the superpowers.

Life encounters, fate is many.

Namor had mixed feelings and a lot of emotion.

"I'm glad you made such a decision."

Luke picked up his beer and gulped it down.

This seafood restaurant has long been chartered by agents from S.H.I.E.L.D., and the waiters at the front desk and the greeters at the door are all their own people.

The real boss and staff, all hiding in the back kitchen and shivering.

They thought it was a gang negotiation, and silently prayed that there would be no rush and break too many tables and chairs.

"You're trying to say it's nice to see that I've turned into a whistleblower coward, a coward who betrays my allies?"

Namor laughed to himself and poured his beer on his head.

He has always been very good at reading comprehension.

"First of all, there is no shame in whistleblowing, it depends on the situation."

Luke shook his head and tapped his finger on the table.

"According to what you have provided, the Black Queen Selene is planning a massive, exterminating massacre against the citizens of London."

"Then there is no doubt that she is a mad madman, a butcher who has lost her humanity."

"And you, Namor Mackenzie, chose to denounce!"

"You have saved eight million innocent lives, and you are a hero worthy of praise!"

Namor was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect his behavior to be affirmed by Superman.

As a former sworn enemy, he is mentally prepared to be sneered at.

"As for the allies? I don't think you and Selene have reached a deep and deep revolutionary friendship, right? ”

Luke smirked and looked at Namor.

Although, the Aquaman in the comics lives up to his name and often hooks up with women.

and specializes in prying the corners of superheroes, and likes to mention the glorious nickname of "Wife Man".

However, his instincts told him that Namor and the Black Queen should not have rolled onto a sheet.

The former king of Atlantis didn't look like a white prostitute who didn't recognize people when he lifted his pants.

If a relationship did happen, he would not have reported Selene.

Besides, the black queen's juicing skills may not be inferior to that of succubi.

Even if it is a strong physique like Namor, once you experience that feeling of deep inhalation, I am afraid that your legs will go weak and your face will turn pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor smiled bitterly.

While in prison, he imagined countless times how he would meet Superman when he returned to the terrestrial world.

-for-tat? Condescending? Or another fiasco?

I didn't think that it would be like this!

The sworn enemy of hatred comforted himself with kind words and told him not to have a psychological burden.

No ridicule, no sarcasm, no repression......

All this can't help but make Namor suspicious.

Is it that he is too dark and narrow-minded?

That's why Superman is so speculated.

In fact, the other party is just like what the outside world sees, above board and open?

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled, he didn't know the fatal brain supplement of the previous king, drank the big glass of beer, and said lightly: "We have no personal grudges, all the unpleasantness that happened before, it was just that our positions were different." ”

"I'm glad that you've learned enough from your failures to start thinking for yourself and understand what you can and can't do."

"This world is what I leave to those who follow the rules, and if you learn this lesson, you won't get into any trouble in the future."

Although Namor has a bad reputation in the superhero community, he has nothing to do and has a severe secondary illness, so that the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. don't like him.

Especially the point of hooking up with other people's wives and sending green hats makes the vast majority of men stay away.

But that's the Namor that might appear in the future timeline.

Luke didn't have much prejudice against the young king in front of him, who had suffered a defeat once.

At most, it is to use the iron fist of justice to influence the other party and correct the personality.

"Alright, that's the end of the chat."

Luke waved his hand, Namor was now a complete loser and posed no threat to himself.

"Tell me, where is the Black Queen. I can get S.H.I.E.L.D. to negotiate with Atlantis and not pursue your escape from prison. ”

……

……

Boston, luxury hotel.

The Black Queen clasped her hands to her chest and squeezed out a deep ravine.

She frowned slightly, and inexplicably had a sense of foreboding.

"Namor, why can't you sense his presence?"

Selene was a little agitated, pacing back and forth.

She was confident that she had a soul contract in hand, and Namor should not betray the Alliance.

Superman is his mortal enemy, and no matter what his mentality, he can only stand by himself.

"Hmph, when I become a dimensional demon god, I will tear up that soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

The Black Queen made up her mind that she was not a philanthropist and would give away the fragments of the Phoenix's power for nothing.

Rescuing Namor and forming an alliance is just to get a useful tool.

"Give me enough time, and I may not be able to become an existence like Sithorne and Dormammu in the future."

The sky was still bright, but that didn't stop Selene from starting to look forward to it.

The godhood ritual was an astonishing secret she had stumbled upon from the Dark Book a long time ago.

It's just that considering her personal ability and its danger, the Black Queen has not implemented it.

The long life had made her tired of the boring feeling of locking her soul in a mortal shell.

became a god and became the only goal of the Black Queen.

"Sublimate, transform, and thus gain eternal life."

Selene took a deep breath, as if the moment he saw his success, he no longer needed to submit to anyone.

Enough to be on an equal footing with the Supreme Mage, the god of the underworld, Sithorne, and Dormammu, the lord of the dark dimension.

Knock knock!

A knock on the door interrupted the Black Queen's beautiful fantasies.

"Where have you been?"

Opening the door and discovering that it was Namor, Selene couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I've reminded you again and again, don't run around, you're now a wanted criminal in Atlantis, and S.H.I.E.L.D. in the land world may also launch a large-scale search."

"Everything is done with caution, and you must not provoke Superman in advance!"

The Black Queen spat out a barrage of accusatory words.

Namormo was silent, he stood in the doorway, and did not go in.

"What's wrong with you?"

Selene realized something was wrong and took two steps back.

"Black Queen, your incident has happened, come with us."

A hand appeared on Namor's shoulder, revealing a tall figure.

"You've been accused of planning a massive, genocidal massacre! This is a crime against humanity, genocide and many other charges. ”

"I hope you can actively cooperate with the investigation, we will not wronged a good person, nor will we let go of a bad person!"

Selene looked at the tall man who appeared in the doorway, biting his lip desperately.

"Superman!"

She squeezed the name out of her throat.