American Comics: Starting from the Invincible Young Hero

Chapter 79 Hellfire Club and the Black King

The third basement level in Manhattan.

In the mahogany conference room of the Hellfire Club, the light from the crystal chandelier was almost entirely swallowed up by the heavy velvet curtains.

Sebastian Shaw—the Black King—sat at the end of the long table, his pale fingers tapping lightly on the ebony surface, his face cold and gloomy, like a somber king.

"Gentlemen, think back to when our Hellfire Club was founded in the 1980s. Only the best people in the world could join us. But what have we done all these years?"

It was nothing more than exchanging goods and services, making some money, and cultivating relationships with high-ranking officials from various countries.

He tapped the table repeatedly, the rhythm carrying an inexplicable sense of pressure that was irritating.

Emma Frost, the White Queen, narrowed her eyes, her diamond-like fingertips silently tracing the rim of her wine glass.

“What are you trying to say, Shaw?”

Black Bishop Harland Leland, with a large beard, wore a judge's robe and was obese. His waistcoat covered his belly, and he held a bottle of whiskey in his other hand. He was a heavy drinker and never held back. He gestured for the Black King to get to the point.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I have decided to lead you to do something big," the Black King's voice was colder than the Arctic winds and ice, "such as rewriting the course of history and taking control of the entire world."

Jiliu toyed with the small whirlwind between his fingertips, paused slightly, then continued toying with it, as if he hadn't heard anything. He was always Black King's loyal hound; whatever Black King said, he did.

“More than 10,000 nuclear warheads from countries around the world,” Black King continued, “will become our pawns, allowing us to reshuffle the global landscape.”

"If I heard correctly—Black King, you mean destroy the world?"

Black Knight Donald Pierce paused, his mechanical arm pausing its light scratching of his chin. He looked at White Queen with surprise and suspicion, and the two businessmen in the club quickly exchanged glances.

I wonder if the White Queen, who is always inseparable from the Black King, knows about this plan.

Suspicion flashed in the White Queen's eyes. The king and queen, working together, had always tightly grasped the core power of the entire club, but the Black King hadn't informed her of such a big matter beforehand.

She frowned slightly, instinctively using her mental abilities to try and probe into the Black King's head to see what he was up to.

Noisy!
The White Queen's outstretched consciousness was like plunging into a thick, dark ocean, boundless and suffocating. She was overwhelmed by endless malice, her body trembled, and she knocked over the wine glass beside her.

Click!

The glass shattered, and everyone's eyes immediately turned to it.

“Emma?” Shaw suddenly turned to her, the light from the crystal chandelier shining down, half of his face shrouded in shadow. He smiled. “Have you had too much to drink?”

"I was just taken aback by your grand plan."

Despite feeling a chill run through her body, the White Queen forced herself to remain calm, a forced smile flashing across her face.

Among the club's high-ranking members, the Black King spoke up, the White Queen acquiesced, and the Black Bishop remained indifferent as always. The small meeting was quickly approved.

Under the leadership of the Black King, everyone discussed the entire plan in detail.

She made an excuse to slip out of the conference room. The White Queen's high heels tapped uneasily on the marble floor as she quickly stepped into the elevator and hurriedly pressed the close button.

She didn't know who that person was, but it definitely wasn't Black King.

That immense and malevolent mental power was unlike anything she had ever witnessed in her life.

Emma Frost felt a chill run down her spine. The Hellfire Club no longer belonged to her and the Black King, but had become the possession and tool of something far more terrifying.

Just as the elevator doors were about to close, a hand suddenly reached into the elevator and blocked the doors.

"Are you in such a hurry to leave, my White Queen?"

The figure of 'Black King' blocked the elevator door.
"You are definitely not Xiao, who are you?"

The White Queen was quickly covered in diamonds, and just as she was about to throw a punch, the 'Black King' grabbed her by the neck with one hand and lifted her off the ground, holding her tightly.

Kaka!

The White Queen's diamond body seemed to groan under the strain.

"Me? I am darkness, ugliness, slaughter... the embodiment of all the dark thoughts of humanity, I am the Shadow King!"

"Black King" laughed loudly, his voice deep and demonic, the lights in the corridor and elevator flickering, and his eyes shooting out an astonishing, eerie light that was terrifying.

"Put me down!" Emma's diamond body reflected countless twisted and eerie 'Black King figures,' and she trembled violently, unleashing her full telepathic power. But it was like an angry cat crashing into a writhing, living wall.

Her mental abilities were like those of an infant compared to an adult.

Then the city wall suddenly changed, as if a monstrous wave had crashed down, and the White Queen's consciousness was instantly submerged in darkness, her eyes losing their light.

The Shadow King threw down the corpse, his sinister laughter echoing in the dimly lit corridor.

"This time—no one can stop me anymore, the whole world will be trapped in my shadow and unable to escape!"

……

On Bear Mountain, Russell and Scarlet Witch received a warning from Professor X and realized the seriousness of the situation.

In this world, there are no other superheroes. If the Shadow King wants to control a body, he must control the body of a powerful mutant.

"My father and Professor X are the two most famous mutants on Earth."

The father might be one of the targets.

Wanda's brow furrowed with worry.

Despite Magneto's mind-protection helmet, if the Shadow King were to first possess someone else's body and then seize the opportunity to surrender, Magneto could still fall victim to it.

Russell, however, had even more to think about.

The Shadow has possessed many people, including Storm, who once escaped from his clutches, and Professor X, who once imprisoned him outside of reality, as well as Psylocke, Deadpool, Jean Grey's daughter, and others...

"Who will it be this time?..."

Just as the two were about to set off back with the red tank.

Swish!
Suddenly, everyone except Russell and Juggernaut felt a chill run down their spines, and their hearts trembled with a deep unease, as if some silent and enormous terrifying creature had just passed by them.

"He...he's already made his move!"

Professor X pressed his hands tightly against his temples, his knuckles turning white from the force—a black tsunami unlike anything he had ever seen was raging in his sea of ​​consciousness.

His voice trembled.

"The Shadow King's mental power has swept across the globe. He found me and is 'greeting' me. He is stronger than last time, and I am doing my best to fight against him."

Jean Grey's long red hair moved without wind; she felt that evil mental force—like millions of spiders crawling across her cerebral cortex at once.

In the spiritual realm, the Earth is shrouded and enveloped by a vast, shadowy sky.

"I sensed it too."

Russell looked at Scarlet Witch to confirm, and Scarlet Witch, who also possessed some psychic abilities, said with a slight change in expression.

Beep beep!

"This is……"

The bracelet on Beast Hank's wrist suddenly sounded an alarm.

"After Magneto's failed raid on the nuclear missile base last time, I made this alarm."

"The Pentagon, the Kremlin..." Cold sweat beaded on his forehead. Beast Hank hurriedly pulled out his handheld computer and saw hundreds of red dots lit up on the global map. "All nuclear weapons bases are initiating launch procedures!"

"what?"

Mischief and Laser Eyes' expressions changed drastically.

They want to destroy the world with nuclear weapons again.

"I really don't know who these nuclear bombs were made for."

Russell sighed and looked towards the horizon.

In missile silos around the world, controlled soldiers are turning keys in unison, their pupils reflecting an eerie glow, and their lips bearing the same identical smiles—as if they have all become someone's puppets.

(End of this chapter)