Superman

"Will he identify with mutants?"

In the seaside hotel on Anna Maria Island, in the luxurious suite, the cold-skinned woman with white skin held a glass of red wine and handed it to Sebastian Shaw.

"Namo MacKenzie is not like ordinary people, with a weak spirit and letting me manipulate my thinking. I can only guide him from the side to make him believe in the correct theory of the supremacy of mutants."

Sebastian Shaw smiled confidently, took the glass and said: "Of course. I can see Namor Mackenzie's flaws at a glance. He is not the kind of determined person, and his face is full of confusion, hesitation, Without direction, he is an easy-to-control puppet."

The Leng Yan woman nodded. When she penetrated into Namor's thoughts, she felt a very obvious depression.

"If it weren't for the collaboration with Hydra before, I don't know that in this world, besides humans and mutants, there are also Atlanteans! They exist in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean and have never been discovered by outsiders."

Sebastian was a little excited. Since the Third Reich collapsed and collapsed, he took everyone from the Hellfire Club into hiding.

This mad scientist is not on his own, but willing to be an ordinary person.

On the contrary, Sebastian is hungry for power, ambitious, and has always regarded mutants as tools and weapons.

Therefore, he hopes to find an opportunity to lead the Hellfire Club to rise.

But a world war has just ended, order has begun to rebuild, power has been reshuffled, and there is no room for mutants to develop.

"The Atlanteans live at the bottom of the ocean. They are naturally different from humans. They have blue skin and can breathe underwater."

Sebastian said of the information he had obtained from Hydra, "Namo Mackenzie is an exception. He was born of Princess Atlantis and an American captain. He has a human skin color and appearance. As a result, he suffered discrimination and was expelled from Atlantis."

"Hydra had contact with Atlantis?"

The cold woman was a little surprised at the strength of that huge organization.

"Although the Red Skull was defeated, the strength of the Hydra is still preserved. They have done much research on ancient human civilization, and it is not surprising that they know the existence of Atlantis."

Sebastian tasted the taste of red wine, and whispered softly: "Emma, ​​relying on mutants alone is temporarily unable to fight against the huge society built by humans."

"We must let them kill each other and consume each other so that we have a chance."

"And this happens to be what humans do best!"

The glamorous woman named "Emma Frost" listened silently. She is the "White Queen" in the Hellfire Club, second only to Sebastian Shaw.

He has similar psychic abilities to Professor Bald, who can read the thoughts and memories of others, and even perform compulsory modification and control. He is a rare Alpha-class mutant.

If it weren't for Sebastian Shaw to find a special material to insulate the spirit in the Soviet Union and turn it into a helmet.

She would still be restrained by the White Queen, let alone convince her to join the Hellfire Club.

"What about Superman?"

The White Queen turned on the TV and watched the young major general who flashed by in the news.

"Luke Cavill is a tricky opponent, but it's not as terrible as I imagined. When I master my abilities, coupled with your mind control, sooner or later let this Superman kneel at the feet of the Hellfire Club."

Sebastian is full of energy, he can absorb all forms of energy, transform and release it.

Including electricity, heat, kinetic energy, etc., it can be said that even if tanks and bombers are all in battle, they may not be able to harm the black king of the Hellfire Club.

The only flaw may be that Sebastian's energy storage has an upper limit.

Once exceeded, it will explode and die.

"I once thought about helping the Third Reich and destroying Luke Cavill. However, at that time I was not enough to fully control my abilities. Now it is different. I have a deeper level of evolution."

Sebastian looked at the sea under the night, full of ambition.

He has carefully studied the abilities of Superman, and it is nothing more than a substantial enhancement of physical fitness, plus flying and hot sight.

Just happened to be restrained by myself!

"When I persuade Namor McKenzie, let him join the Hellfire Club, identify with his identity as a mutant, and then go to trouble with that Superman."

Sebastian looked at the tall figure reflected in the French windows and smiled and said, "By the way, rescue the Red Devil Asazzo and them."

Emma, ​​the white queen, frowned slightly and did not comment.

Outside the window, gloomy dark clouds slowly gathered.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

...

...

Washington, DC, the office of SHIELD headquarters.

Luke turned his seat and turned his back to the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a glass curtain wall, he looked at the bright night view of the Potomac River.

Thoughts ebb and flow like waves, and settle into plans or ideas.

When the night got darker, Luke, who was leaning on the seat, seemed to feel something and frowned.

The solid space was cut open, and the sparks of magic jumped endlessly.

The scent of incense from Kathmandu, the sound of bells sings, drifting over.

"I have been waiting for you, Master Gu Yi."

Luke, who was holding a glass of whiskey in his right hand, blinked and said with a smile, "I would have come earlier."

"For example, in Brooklyn, or Sicily, Rome, or even Paris. I didn't expect that our first meeting would be in Washington, DC."

The folded and changed void space opened a circular passage, and a figure wearing a yellow robe came lightly.

Lifting the hood covering his face, a bright bald head appeared.

"You guessed it, I will come over?"

The uninvited guest asked with interest.

"I'm just prepared at all times, waiting for the day when the Supreme Mage finds the door."

Luke turned his seat, put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked straight at him.

"There will always be this day, isn't it? What do you think of someone like me? Stowaways, or visitors from another world?"

The young major general of the military had no intention of concealing, and he asked questions directly.

Since the Supreme Mage took the initiative to come to the door, he must have some understanding of his identity.

Pretending to be ignorant and continuing to play stupid will only make the other party look down upon.

In the Marvel studio, most of the bald heads are more difficult to deal with.

For example, a mutant professor who is still a child.

Or the Supreme Master who appeared in front of him.

Their existence makes one have to suspect that bald heads are most likely a sign of the strong.

Or is there a certain bonus to individual strength?

By the way, Thanos has no hair?

There is also Nick Fury-forget it, Director Ladan has no other ability besides embezzling public funds.

Luke's eyes suddenly appeared, as if he had discovered some amazing big secret.

"There are many kinds."

The supreme mage seemed to have entered this mode of conversation, raising his right arm slightly, and the seat automatically slid over.

She sat in the chair and talked face to face with Luke.

"The three sanctuaries often capture unfamiliar souls in other dimensions or in other worlds. The usual routine measures taken against them is to repatriate them."

The Supreme Mage said patiently.

"Occasionally there are exceptions. For example, when dimensions overlap and space is turbulent, many innocent people are unfortunately killed, and their souls pass through the gap between the dimension space and the universe. After judging that there is no danger, the sanctuary will give a shelter. Place."

Luke adjusted his sitting posture, as if to make himself more comfortable.

The Supreme Master is the protector of the earth, and what she and the three sanctuary maintain is not world peace, but the balance and stability of multi-dimensional space.

In fact, the mages generally have no interest in the fierce disputes in the human world.

Even the Third Reich won the victory, colonized the world, and promoted extreme racial theory.

Most of the three sanctuary and Kama Taj will not intervene and change the historical trajectory that should have happened.

The enemy worthy of their vigilance is the many demons in hell, the dimensional demon who is eyeing the eye.

"Then which kind of am I? The object to be deported, or the innocent person in protective detention?"

Luke asked calmly.