Superman

"You humans can always tell the most beautiful and beautiful lie in the world, while ruthlessly killing the same kind, without even a trace of mercy."

The White Queen was half sneered and half serious.

"Mr. Major General, how can I be sure that the words you just said are from the heart, not like the promises of politicians, the conscience of businessmen, the sweet words of men... These are neither credible nor reliable."

Luke is satisfied that the conversation is back on track. He doesn't want his partner to be a perceptual creature that is too emotional and difficult to think rationally.

Sometimes, sit down and discuss the benefits more frankly.

Far more practical and effective than talking about emotions and dreams.

"The verbal guarantee may not have any credibility, but the black and white written in the contract may not have sufficient binding force."

Luke said lightly.

"Sincere is to rely on performance."

The White Queen nodded and agreed with this view.

Let go of both hands subconsciously, and no longer maintain the defensive posture of holding his chest.

This proves that her original vigilance towards Luke is loosening.

The major general, who noticed this, smiled more mildly on his face, and said in a slow tone: "I am sorry, Miss Frost, the ones you mentioned earlier are not only true of humans, this is the instinct of natural creatures. "

"Future history books may slaughter Indians by colonists in North America, burn witches to death in medieval churches, and cleanse Jews with extermination by the Third Reich... all are written in."

"But this is not to prove that human beings are born to love killing and have a cruel and tyrannical nature, but to warn future generations of how terrible greed, ignorance and ambition will have on this world."

"Any biological group that has wisdom and knows how to think is very complicated. If you simply use the dualistic concept of good and evil to judge and measure, you can only form an inherent perception of arrogance and prejudice."

The White Queen sat with her legs up, her graceful and beautiful curves, she didn't continue to tighten, but gradually relaxed.

"To be honest, Mr. General, you remind me of my teacher in college."

She said so.

Luke smiled slightly. The White Queen, who was born in a wealthy family in Boston, had a very obvious teacher plot.

In the timeline he knew well, Emma Frost had almost become a teacher with the support of her parents.

Later, he had a brief collaboration with Professor Bald.

Joined Xavier Youth Talent Academy and served as principal for a period of time.

Later, several camps and positions changed, mostly as teachers and leaders of the younger generation of mutants.

Therefore, people with spiritual ability are probably very suitable for educational work.

"I only hope that he is not a nasty guy with balding hair who likes to take advantage of young female students. That's a shock."

Luke shrugged and said in a humorous tone.

The atmosphere in the suite living room gradually eased.

"No. He is as young as you... handsome, especially when speaking, confident and infectious."

Luke keenly caught the dim light in the eyes of the White Queen, guessing that the other party had obviously had an unsatisfactory teacher-student relationship.

"Then he is really a lucky guy to have admirers like Miss Frost."

He continued to cut into the topic, like a small chat.

"I was ignorant when I was young."

The White Queen shook her head. She did have a good impression of the university teacher.

It's a pity that the ignorant first love hasn't blossomed yet, because of the mutant's identity, she died miserably.

This is also one of the reasons that prompted her to leave Boston.

Mutants seem to be a disgusting infectious disease, causing the White Queen to suffer discrimination and rejection.

She can only warm up with her compatriots and get a little sense of security and identification.

"Back to the topic, Mr. General. How can trust be established between the Hellfire Club and SHIELD?"

The White Queen abandoned distracting thoughts, and realized that she was too easy to relax her vigilance in front of Luke, which was very abnormal for a mentally capable person.

In most cases, you should be the dominant interlocutor.

"When the peace summit is held, S.H.I.E.L.D. will recommend that the White House push for a bill to improve the situation of mutants."

Luke said confidently.

"At that time, Miss Frost could see my sincerity."

When the White Queen heard this, she couldn't help but feel a little moved.

She is not an ambition like Sebastian Shaw, she just wants to use mutants as tools to gain enough power and status for herself.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. can really facilitate this, it is not impossible for the Hellfire Club to change its position.

"But... there are actually many people in the club, who are all Xiao's loyal fans."

After thinking for a moment, the White Queen felt a little embarrassed.

If she agreed, wouldn't she be convicted of "traitor" and "informer".

"As I said, any creature has the nature to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."

Luke said in a relaxed tone.

When Sebastian Shaw was alive, he was not his opponent.

Is it dead, what other storms can be revealed?

The major general narrowed his smile and said indifferently: "Most of the hatred and resentment of mutants towards humans comes from the tragic experience of being persecuted and abused."

"But, Miss Frost, you probably don’t know. The last king of the Hellfire Club, Sebastian Shaw, once elected 431 people in Auschwitz. They are all sixteen. Captive by the age of thirty."

"Miss Frost, do you know how he does it?"

Feeling Luke's calm tone, the White Queen was a little palpitated, and subconsciously asked, "What did Xiao do?"

"They were driven into the steam room like livestock, subjected to fainting and dehydrating heat, and then thrown into wooden buckets filled with ice."

"In addition, there are uninterrupted electric shock therapy, as long as several hours of beating, flogging, and even sleep deprivation, etc.. Various tortures are performed on these people until they die."

The White Queen had a chill on her back, and through Luke's calm description, she seemed to have witnessed those cruel pictures with her own eyes.

She couldn't help asking: "Xiao...why did he do this?"

As a member of the Hellfire Club only later, Emma Frost can become a "Queen" not because of seniority, but because of personal ability.

Therefore, she knows nothing about Sebastian Shaw's past.

"Why do you do this?"

Luke sneered slightly, and said with a chuckle: "Because he tried to find out the secret code that opened the door to evolution in the mutant X gene."

"Sebastian Shaw is a graduate of Oxford University's School of Biological Sciences. The X gene in his body is recessive, and he will not awaken his natural ability in his youth."

"But this guy is very smart. He found that the X gene is easy to follow external stimuli-especially dramatic emotional fluctuations, resulting in wonderful changes similar to chemical effects."

"The above-mentioned torture is only to find the law of genetic changes, so as to master the method of'making' mutants."

The White Queen opened her red lips slightly, seemingly shocked.

She did not expect that the king of the Hellfire Club was full of words to fight for better rights and higher status for his compatriots, but there was such a dark history behind him.

"Is all this true?"

The White Queen was a little unbelievable. She once regarded Sebastian Shaw as the savior of mutants and a great teacher who can be trusted.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has detailed files inside. If you are in doubt, you can check it yourself. Of course, the files can be faked, but the crimes committed will always leave traces. There are several survivors of concentration camps in Poland. The evil behavior of the'king' is well understood."

Luke looked at the dubious White Queen, and said solemnly: "As a spiritually capable person, there should be very few people in this world who can lie in front of you. I believe that when the time comes, you will naturally be able to make correct judgments."

"Miss Frost, as long as you reveal the ugly face of Sebastian Shaw, you will go from being a'traitor' and an'informer' to being the first to discover the truth and act bravely. The'hero' who saves our fellow citizens."

Luke opened his hands and said that this was the perfect ending.

The dead man couldn't speak anyway, and all the charges were put on Sebastian Shaw's head.

The mutants of Hellfire Club will gradually change their views on the White Queen.

The White Queen stared directly at Luke, and after a long while, she said with emotion: "Mr. Major General, you are more like a spiritual man who rewrites facts and manipulates thinking than I am."

"It's just using the nature of creatures. Frost-can I call you Emma? I think the Hellfire Club would be happy to accept a new king and... a new queen."

Luke picked up the wine glass, handed it to the White Queen, and said with a smile: "Emma, ​​let us toast the mutants' bright future."

The latter was silent for a moment, then took the glass of whiskey with ice.

The wine glasses collided with a crisp sound.

This conversation, which was originally a questioning, turned into a discussion about the leader of the Hellfire Club and the future of mutants.

Even the White Queen herself didn't know why this happened.

Everything seems to be executed accurately and accurately according to the written script.

"The Black King is dead, Mr. General, are you going to become the White King of the Hellfire Club?"

The White Queen took a sip of the cold liquid, as if she broke free from the heavy shackles, and was no longer affected by the opinions of her compatriots.

She had to admit that if Luke did what he said, the mutant would have a better future.

Thinking that I can save the suffering compatriots and become a...hero.

Emma's heart was about to move.

"Is there any problem? There is already a queen in the club, so of course a king is needed."

Luke put down his glass and stood up.

"I think I am very suitable, what do you think?"

The White Queen also left the sofa, raised her head slightly, and looked at the tall young major general with a smile on her mouth: "I think so too."