The former leader of the Hellfire Club, Sebastian Shaw, has been having an extremely dashing life lately.

Although the leadership of the Hellfire Club has been usurped by the former White Queen Emma Frost, Sebastian still uses his ability and skills to successfully stand out from the low-level employees of the underground experimental base of the school city and obtain the qualification for expatriate.

The location of the assignment is London, where the headquarters of the Hellfire Club is located.

In addition to being a mutant, Sebastian was also a successful businessman, and he founded industrial groups involving coal, steel, machinery, chemicals, imitations, etc., which are still a significant and huge enterprise in the United Kingdom today.

Therefore, Sebastian returned to London as a king, and by re-consolidating his network, he re-established his position in three or two clicks, and was even appointed to preside over the specific matters of the London branch of the meme company because of his excellent office ability.

Going in and out of high-end consumption places, chatting and laughing with Shang **Ying, occasionally relying on financial resources to do charity in education and medical care, appearing in the newspaper a few times, enjoying the spotlight and praise, Sebastian Shaw has completely transformed into a standard ordinary person.

One of the three polar forces of mutants, what grudges and hatreds with Professor Charles and Magneto, and what hellfire elites rule the world, these delusions are all wiped out in the fierce torture of the underground experimental base.

However, Sebastian, who is ambitious and never willing to be subservient to others, is convinced in his heart that the golden word will always shine. Sooner or later, Mr. Leon will discover his abilities and commission him with something more "valuable".

Let's say, act as a driver.

Sebastian Shaw, a tyrant of a generation, sat in the driver's seat of the TX5, a new generation of electric taxis from the "London Electric Taxi Company", and carefully drove this petrol-electric hybrid through the streets of London.

Sebastian looked up imperceptibly and saw in the rearview mirror that a suit-clad Leon was flipping through a large stack of newspapers with an indifferent face—only then did Sebastian suddenly realize that the behind-the-scenes employer, who ruled over countless transcendents, was still just a teenager.

The destination of this trip is 10 Downing Street, located next to Whitehall in West Westminster, the official residence of the British Prime Minister and the First Chancellor of the Exchequer.

As the creator of the meme company, Leon will meet the current British Prime Minister.

"Sebastian, I wonder if you've heard a joke?"

Li Ang said without raising his head: "In London, the readers of the Mirror are people who think they are running the country,

The readers of the Guardian are people who think they should be the power of the country,

The readers of The Times are people who are really running the country,

And the readers of The Sun are a cut above the rest....."

He raised his hand in the Sun newspaper, the third page of which still followed the fine tradition of 30 years, and published naked female model art portraits.

“..... All they care about is whether the girl on the third page of the Sun today is convex or not. ”

Leon's smile was somewhat playful, and Sebastian Shaw immediately knew what he meant when he heard the song, and said in harmony: "The British Empire has its own national conditions,

The Scottish referendum, the split of the ruling coalition in Northern Ireland, the United Kingdom's departure from the European Union, the Royal Navy stopped swimming in the tub,

Massive job losses, redundant bureaucracy, soaring bank rates, property repossession, fears of inflation, and the recent Middle East refugee problem......"

Leon smiled, looked out the car window at the group of Londoners who were still demonstrating against refugees, and jokingly said: "An old Lafayette, a son who has been waiting for the succession for many years, a plasterer's middle hall, a declining empire, a declining navy, a group of wolf-like powers, a group of rebels who have been divided all day long."

I see, the British Empire must be finished sooner or later. ”

Sebastian nodded silently, although he was in a high position, except for worrying about being re-imprisoned as a test subject, he did not have to worry about the future and fate like the general public, but he still understood the basic situation of the British Empire.

Especially in the past few days, there is an undercurrent in the city of London, countless cows, ghosts, snakes and gods have appeared, and sometimes he can clearly smell the restless breath of the aliens when he walks on the street.

At this time, London was like a powder keg, which exploded at one point. The longer it is suppressed now, the more intense the explosion caused by this bomb will be.

I just don't know what role Leon played in this.....

As soon as this question flashed through Sebastian's mind, he forcibly cut it off, this powerful mutant who prides himself on being a hero does not even have the guts to breed ambition in front of Leon.

Don't ask, don't look at it, don't think about it, do your part honestly, keep to yourself, and work obediently - this is the way for the employees of the underground experimental base to survive.

Sebastian's mind was wandering, and his palms were already soaked with cold sweat unconsciously, and he quietly turned on the air conditioning in the car to make his breathing easier.

Leon continued to flip through the various newspapers, and said absentmindedly and casually: "By the way, Sebastian, the current British Prime Minister, Rachel Ross, have you seen it before?" ”

"I've seen it a few times in private."

Sebastian replied calmly, "Ms. Ross holds a B.S. and a M.A. from the University of Oxford.

She started as a member of the Labour Party in Finchley, served as a shadow cabinet post and secretary of state for education, and although she did not get an absolute majority in the last election, she remained in a suspended parliament.

But many politicians believe that she has unprecedented control over the cabinet. ”

"Tsk, what a luxurious resume."

Li Ang stretched in the car, smiled noncommittally, and said indifferently: "What's more important is her age, she is only in her thirties, and she looks younger from the outside." ”

Indeed, judging from the photographs published in various newspapers, the British First Minister, Mrs. Rachel Rose, was at most twenty-six or seventeen years old, although she wore a rigid and reserved costume under the careful design of the stylist.

Li Ang raised his eyebrows and looked at the photos of Rachel in high school that were scavenged by various tabloids on the screen of his mobile phone.

It was a girl with long straight black hair, dressed in beige, holding a heavy book, standing in the shade of a tree and smiling gently.

"Fun ....."

Leon narrowed his eyes slightly, and he could feel the essence of the seemingly sunny and gentle girl in the photo.

The gloomy owl is deep and unruly, like some kind of creature that symbolizes darkness and despair, for example—

Raven.