Superman

West Wing of the White House, outlying buildings.

"This is simply a trap! How can humans accept us? Xiao makes a lot of sense. Genes are the only criterion for determining the level of the population. Mutants are better, so they will be rejected."

The rising star Drake, dressed quite as a hippie, is playing with the Dupont lighter in his hand while making noisy noises and disturbing panic.

"Don't let your guard down, Reagan. They may be discussing next door now how to trick the mutants onto the operating table so that they can carry out those evil and cruel scientific experiments."

Leaning on the sofa, the iceman Reagan, who quietly watched National Geographic magazine, shook his head and asked, "Where did you hear the news?"

"Miss Frost will not tolerate this happening. The reason she is willing to cooperate with humans is to create a better future for her fellow citizens, not to take us to hell."

"But it's all written in novels."

Rising star Drake shrugged and said, "The government is the bad guy, the big companies are the bad guys, the scientists are the bad guys... Only a small person like us can save the world."

"Furthermore, Reagan, Miss Frost in your mouth is an informer. Can the club trust someone who has betrayed his countryman?"

Hearing the last words, it seemed to stimulate Iceman Reagan.

The action of turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped, his face flushed, as if he was being insulted.

He stared at his friend who kept turning on and closing the lighter, and said coldly, "Shut up, Drake! Otherwise I can't guarantee that you won't have to blow your two front teeth away with your fists!"

"Wow! The good old man Regan is angry and wants to find someone to fight? Is it because I told the truth and hurt your perfect goddess?"

Rising star Drake said yin and yang weirdly, and his exaggerated tone attracted everyone's attention.

In this spacious reception room, there are a total of more than twenty members of the Hellfire Club.

Most of them are young people. They were once loyal fans of Sebastian Shaw and radical stance.

A few people sat on the sofa on the other side, barely considered moderate.

There is a clear distinction between the two sides.

Mutants have never been unified, especially in their integration into society and their attitude towards humans.

"Drake, I warn you! Speak more carefully! Miss Frost is not a traitor or informer! She saved the mutants of the club. Without her, we would still be caught by Sebastian Shaw, the war Criminals and cold-blooded butchers are playing in the palm of their hands!"

The iceman Reagan glared at the opponent fiercely, with a little anger hidden in his tone.

It's like being exposed to that point of careful thinking, and it turns into anger.

Not long ago, the White Queen who went to Poland had gathered the atrocities committed by Sebastian Shaw in Auschwitz into conclusive evidence before the club members.

As Luke said, if you want to whitewash someone, you only need to discredit the companion who is standing with him or her-in any era, there is always one who is worse than anyone else.

Not to mention, Sebastian Shaw's dark history is indeed too numerous to count, and even the work of forgery is saved.

This guy was also able to deceive young people who read little during World War II when news was not circulating quickly.

If it were replaced by the 21st century, when the Internet was developed, it would have been cleansed up long ago.

"Hey, who knows if it's true, Xiao can't stand up and explain anyway."

Rising star Drake said contemptuously, he was once a big fan of Sebastian Shaw, and so was Iceman Reagan.

However, the latter became a fan of Xiao's black material and became a supporter of the White Queen.

The new star Drake still chooses to believe in the radical argument similar to the racial theory of the Third Reich.

"Ragan, I advise you to stay awake."

Drake, who was originally a thorny new star, deliberately turned the National Geographic magazine on the table to a page with green prairie, implying: "The White Queen and the Superman Major General, their The relationship is extraordinary."

"I heard that when the Liberty Island talks, she knocked on someone else's door in the middle of the night and stayed alone for more than an hour... And now, we have waited for almost two hours, and we have not seen Bai The Queen, and Major General Superman."

The iceman Reagan was so angry that he clenched his fists, and there was almost a picture in his mind.

The expression of grief and indignation was like a miraculous student who knew that the goddess he had secretly loved secretly might have a leg with the bad guys of the school.

At this moment, only the classic "One Cut Plum" can accurately reflect the complex mood of Iceman Reagan.

This young man in his twenties does have admiration for the White Queen.

After all, when she was young, who would not like a young lady with white skin and good temperament, cold appearance and long legs.

Click!Click!

Due to emotional stimulation, the cup of coffee held by the iceman Reagan condensed into ice.

The talents of these two young mutants are similar to those of the later Iceman and Fireman.

They are all common energy systems.

However, Iceman Reagan's level is not as high as the other one.

He is the Beta level, the third level in the mutant hierarchy.

The growth space is far inferior to another iceman-the opponent has Omega-level potential, and the degree of molecular-level control is only limited by imagination and talent, and has not been clearly shown.

"Of course, on the bright side, the White Queen may not be voluntary."

Rising star Drake rolled his eyes and changed his attitude: "Xiao died in the hands of that Superman Major General. He is an Alpha-class mutant. If he loses even he, the Hellfire Club must not be able to resist him."

"In order to protect your compatriots, your goddess was forced to be helpless and succumbed to the lewd power of the Superman Major General... Isn't that better?"

Iceman Regan's palm that had been loosened, clenched again.

The picture in my mind became clearer.

Listening to the words of the rising star Drake, he felt like being humiliated by the tauren in person.

The sense of substitution is too strong!

"You bastard!"

The intense anger, mixed with an inexplicable sense of excitement, and the ease that he didn't even notice, prompted the Iceman Regan to wave his fist and pounce on the rising star Drake sitting opposite.

If... really is like that, maybe I will feel better.

As the iceman Reagan shook his fist, a humble thought flashed in his mind.

"What are you two doing? This is the White House. If you show it to others, wouldn't it be a shame for me!"

Just as the iceman Regan and the new star Drake were fighting together, the door of the reception room was pushed open.

Seeing the two men entangled on the sofa, the White Queen said disgust flashed in her eyes, and said coldly: "Remember, you now represent the Hellfire Club. You must pay attention to your image."

Hearing the words of the goddess, the iceman Reagan quickly released the hands holding his neck and kept his distance from the breathless new star Drake.

"Miss Frost, we were just playing around, because the waiting time was too long and it was kind of boring."

Reagan scratched his head and explained hurriedly.

"Yes. I think the inspection process will not take long. Who knows that we have to wait for the press conference to end. Two hours have passed. How did Miss Frost talk to the Superman Major General?"

New star Drake asked, winking at Iceman Regan.

Obviously, he hasn't forgotten the joke he said before.

"It's nothing, just exchange opinions."

The white queen's beautiful eyes flashed, and she turned the subject away: "Also, Luke has been promoted to lieutenant general, so pay attention to the address."

"Follow me next, Mr. Lieutenant General will meet you in the Red Hall."

The iceman Regan walked in front. He stared at the graceful figure of his back, and he couldn't help feeling puzzled.

Why does Miss Frost's dress look a little wrinkled?