Superman

Luke raised his eyebrows with a relaxed smile in his tone.

He can understand Howard's worry, the simplest and most brutal means are often used at the end.

Gambling, fighting, competing, and fighting are the norm in gambling games of different sizes.

No one would want to violently overturn the table just after sitting on it, without even having time to think.

That just leads to less and less people playing the game.

In the end, I was left alone, rolling the dice lonely and bored.

"I'm just putting forward an idea, don't be too nervous."

Luke waved his hands to comfort Howard and Captain America.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Howard breathed a sigh of relief, if Superman insisted on doing that, he couldn't stop him.

"I understand that sometimes lies are more convincing than the truth."

Luke paused, looked at Howard, and said softly: "The main problem is not the president. He is sitting in that seat, and his every move is noticed, so there won't be any big trouble."

Of course, if the president is a master operator who is proficient in the accordion and often says "no one knows better than me," that's a different story.

If you tell the truth directly and tell the public that a future man pretends to be the president and exiles himself to another parallel universe.

This sounds more like a sci-fi movie, but it is too advanced and not very credible.

It is not easy for people of this era to accept complex concepts such as parallel universes, future time and space, and human cloning.

"The cake needs to be eaten bite by bite. I plan to deal with Essex Bio first."

Luke tapped his finger on the table and ordered a whiskey from Jarvis in his pajamas.

"This idea is correct."

Howard nodded, and he thought so too.

Essex Biological Company has advanced and cutting-edge cloning technology, and can create a powerful army of super soldiers at any time.

If they dare to assassinate themselves openly today, they may attack others tomorrow.

This is a ticking time bomb that needs to be dismantled.

"If you want to break Essex, go to an acquaintance who can provide useful information and serve as the right tool."

Howard's eyes flickered.

Putting aside the aura of S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific advisors, world-class geniuses, etc.

He is also a successful businessman and a qualified capitalist.

How to use effective means to destroy a rising enterprise as soon as possible.

In this regard, he has a lot of experience.

After all, the more you see, the more you know.

"You mean Emma?"

Luke quickly understood what Howard meant, and the only person who could help was Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.

Speaking of this, after returning to universe 1024, he hadn't had time to meet those women.

Reminiscing about old times, hugging, and reliving old intimacy can all be put on later, and there is no rush.

He was only gone for eight months, not eight years.

Unlike Captain America waking up from his slumber, everything is different, the severity of the drastic change.

At this moment, the world situation is fast forwarding to the Cold War stage of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

"bingo!"

Howard snapped his fingers, scratching at the spaghetti on his plate with a fork.

This is just made by Jarvis. The taste is average, but it can fill your stomach.

The three of them were sitting in the dining room chatting, making a fuss with the housekeeper who had already gone to bed, and by the way, asked the other party to settle the supper.

"You may not know, the White Queen, she is now the leader of the Hellfire Club and one of the representatives of the moderate mutants."

Howard said while rolling the noodles: "Essex Biological Company, they are very interested in mutants. Three months after you left, they took over with the help of the President's order and pressure from the Pentagon. The mutant work that was originally in charge of by S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Originally, S.H.I.E.L.D. adopts a gentle and gentle policy towards mutants. Winning over, monitoring and recording the list has greatly eased the relationship between the two parties."

"But Essex is not so patient. They continued the military's rough and tough way of doing things, which caused a lot of trouble and fueled public opinion."

Hearing this, Luke's face remained unchanged, but his eyes became a little colder.

"According to what I know about Emma, ​​she should make some moves."

For the White Queen, Essex Biological Company is just a small role on the surface.

Behind it stands Mister Sinister, an alpha mutant with multiple abilities.

"They had some conflicts."

Howard nodded.

The White Queen is not the kind of character to swallow her anger.

Her Hellfire Club has fought against Essex Biological Company several times, but in the end they failed to gain any upper hand.

"At the time of the Paris Peace Summit, the registration bill on mutants and related policies were all ready to be introduced."

Howard felt a little regretful. He knew Luke's layout and how much effort S.H.I.E.L.D. had put into it.

"However, Essex Biological Company stepped in and turned the originally relaxed race relations into sharp contradictions."

Luke was silent for a moment, and said softly: "It doesn't matter, a positive hero always needs a villain to set off."

"Essex, it played the role perfectly."

Hellfire Club.

in the hall.

The White Queen sat in the upper seat, and the soft and delicate red carpet was spread from her feet to the door.

"Emma, ​​what are you going to do?"

The silver fox Keira, who was standing beside her, glanced at her cold-faced sister.

During this time, Essex Biology stepped up its efforts to capture mutants.

Those clone fighters, their actions became more frequent, and more and more compatriots became prisoners.

As the representative camp of mutants, the Hellfire Club has carried out many rescues, but with little success.

"do not know."

The White Queen shook her head.

On the one hand, Essex Bio has the government as an umbrella, and all its actions are reasonable and legal.

The arrest of mutants is also based on reasons such as assisting in investigations and cooperating with inspections.

On the other hand, she is no match for Mister Omen.

That guy is an alpha-level mutant, and also has a natural ability similar to telepathy.

In a head-on contest, the White Queen will only end up in a disastrous defeat.

"I want to take everyone back to Boston, integrate the strength at hand, unite more compatriots, and resist the oppression of Essex Bio Company."

In the hall, there were only the White Queen and her older sister, Silver Fox, and there was no need to cover up what they said.

"What about you? I heard that he plans to go to Canada with Logan? He has no other hobbies except smoking cigars, drinking, and fighting, and he has a beast-like brother with him."

The White Queen persuaded.

She didn't think Wolverine was good enough for her sister, and by popular standards, the wolf had nothing to offer other than being strong and feral.

No money, no house, and a grumpy old man who acts as the light bulb in the two-person world.

If you really want to be together, your married life will definitely not be happy.

"You have too many misunderstandings about Logan, he is actually a very obedient person."

Keira smiled softly, she had already tamed Wolverine.

The only problem that needs to be considered may be the opponent's older brother, the saber-toothed tiger.

Out of the intuition of a psychic, Keira felt that Logan's irascible brother didn't seem to like her very much.

"I remember that S.H.I.E.L.D. originally wanted to build an exclusive school for mutants, and then you managed the plan and shelved it?"

Keira changed the topic. With the disappearance of Superman, the conflict between mainstream society and mutants became increasingly fierce.

The situation of the Hellfire Club has also become difficult.

"That's all in the past."

The White Queen shook her head, with a hint of nostalgia in her eyes.

Although, she and a certain disappearing guy are just special friends who occasionally come to a friendly match.

However, many things can only be understood as precious when they are lost.

There is no Superman standing in front, bearing the coveted eyes of the federal government, various forces, malicious intentions, and heavy pressure.

The Hellfire Club is simply shaky and struggling.

Not to mention continuing to develop, even its own existence is threatened.

"A while ago, it seemed that everything was getting better, and it seemed that mutants would have a bright future, but it was actually an illusion."

The White Queen's spirits faded, she lowered her head and said, "It's only because someone gave us hope. When he's not around, all the promises come to naught."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. can no longer shelter mutants. Without Superman, it cannot protect itself, and it will be dismembered sooner or later."

Keira sighed. Unlike her sister, the White Queen, she wanted to be the leader of the mutant camp.

To be treated equally and lead a normal life is the dream of all fellow citizens.

She is no exception.

Who wants to go to Canada if they can take root in New York, Boston, or other cities.

Keira is very clear that in Wolverine Logan's career planning, taxi drivers are actually a higher priority than lumberjacks.

"So I have such an important position in your heart? This is really flattering."

A frivolous voice came in from outside the hall.

Under the surprised eyes of the White Queen, Luke stepped on the red carpet and walked all the way to the front seat.

"What? Did you see that I was unhappy?"

Looking at the White Queen whose brain seemed to be down, Luke reached out and pinched the other's chin, with the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

And the silver fox Keira, who was standing aside, felt that her existence seemed redundant.

She was also very savvy, and silently exited the hall, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.

Chapter 274 Start stacking buffs, breathe freely

The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as the silver fox Keira imagined, they were engaged in an indescribable negative distance contact.

First of all, the relationship between each other is not to this extent.

Luke and the White Queen are at best a pure friendship of "mutual appreciation of technology and body", not to mention any deep feelings.

The former is interested in driving experience, while the latter is interested in driving technology.

To some extent, it can be regarded as taking what they need and satisfying each other.

Therefore, as soon as they met, they embraced excitedly, then flicked their tongues at each other, had a suffocating kiss, and then confessed their hearts to each other with affection. This is not in line with their positioning.

But he directly raised his gun and mounted the horse, and met each other frankly, but he also seemed too eager and hungry.

Luke is not Robinson Crusoe who spends 28 years alone on a deserted island and can only rely on handicraft work or Savage Friday to pass the time.

Besides, when he was in the Battle of the Supreme Mage, he had a few friendly matches with the Queen of Hell's Frontier, and it was a wonderful process that was very fulfilling and enjoyable for both sides.