Superman

Iceman Regan took the lead into the Red Room, and the original fierce battlefield—the brown-red oak table had been cleaned up.

Reinstall pens, ink bottles, and landlines.

The documents that fell on the carpet are also neatly classified and placed on the table.

The windows with a good view are open, mainly for air circulation and to shed the strong hormonal breath.

All in all, unless it is an old driver with a wealth of experience and keen observation.

Otherwise, it is impossible to realize that a tragic battle involving hundreds of millions of elite soldiers has occurred here.

"Please sit down. Don't be restrained, try to relax a little bit."

Luke sat behind the oak square table, propped his hands on the table.

When speaking, his breath was steady and his tone of voice was brisk, and he did not seem to have done any exercise.

Although the physique of the White Queen is slightly better than that of Malena.

Coupled with the gene activation of mutants, it has a bonus in endurance and flexibility.

But for Superman, the most is just a warm-up level.

"The legendary war hero is so young."

Bing Ren Rui came to have more thoughts at all, but after seeing the Superman Lieutenant General, it was like a pot of cold water poured down, and the idea of ​​not accepting defeat instantly extinguished.

The other party looked taller and taller than the newspaper photo, and his cold temperament was undoubtedly revealed.

It's a strange feeling for a big man to give birth to people.

In contrast, the iceman Reagan, who was obviously a few years older, had to appear young and immature.

He felt that he was completely defeated just after meeting for the first time.

In my heart, the BGM of "One Cut Plum" sounded again, as if snow fell on my shoulders.

"They are all the younger generation of the club, and mutants whose abilities are around the Beta level."

The White Queen stood at the table and introduced briefly.

Although Sebastian Shaw's racial theory is useless for the future development of mutants.

But for one thing, he did a good job.

It is to recruit club members according to the abilities of mutants.

Beta level such as Iceman Reagan and New Star Derek belong to the backbone with limited growth space and slightly insufficient potential.

To become the "pawn" of the Hellfire Club, you need at least an Alpha-level ability level.

For example, the White Queen.

Speaking of which, the Alpha-class mutants of the Hellfire Club are almost all in Luke's hands.

Red Devil Asazo, steel shell, rapids...

Either they were thrown into prison, or beaten to death, or skewered into crayfish.

Few survived intact.

This also led to the Hellfire Club, which currently does not have any decent and reliable combat power except for the White Queen.

"Emma said about the club's situation. You have followed Sebastian Shaw for a while, and you may also have some violations of the law...behavior."

Luke tapped his fingers lightly on the tabletop, scanning the past with sharp eyes.

The originally spacious reception room suddenly seemed a bit crowded with more than 20 people coming in.

Like the iceman Reagan, and the new star Drake stood in front, next to him were young people who voted no more than 27 or 28 years old.

Many of them are doing hippie rebellious dresses, exaggerated hairstyles, colorful hair colors, ear studs, nose rings, leather clothes, tattoos, metal chains and so on.

Such clothing, let alone mutants, even a normal person, will be discriminated against when walking outside, for fear of avoiding it.

"It's a bit like a non-mainstream gathering with cement at the entrance of the village, kill Matt."

Luke remained silent on the surface, a trace of disapproval flashed across his eyes.

Do not even do basic image public relations, still want to be accepted by the outside world?

"But you don't need to worry. Emma specifically raised this question during the talks on Liberty Island. After some serious discussions, S.H.I.E.L.D. Agency decided to give up the power of investigation as a sincere cooperation.

Glancing at the seemingly calm White Queen, Luke tossed the credit to him.

The first thing he needs to do is to appease people's hearts. It is not desirable to blindly use authority and be tough.

Sure enough, part of it showed lightness and gratitude.

Even the iceman Reagan subconsciously exhaled, and his tight shoulders couldn't help letting go.

The Hellfire Club has a threshold for recruiting members. As a small person who is not even a "pawn", if you want to be attracted by Sebastian Shaw, you have to show it.

The iceman Reagan once froze a small area of ​​the sea, creating opportunities for other compatriots to rob a British cargo ship.

Rising star Drake is an arsonist and uses the fire alarm to break in and steal.

Most of the members of the Hellfire Club have similar criminal experiences.

They have lost the support of their families and have no financial resources. They can only rely on slanted and illegal ways to obtain money.

Even the proud and cold White Queen has a black history of being a sexy croupier in a casino, dealing cards online, and cheating gamblers.

"In addition, I hope everyone can let go of their vigilance and form an initial foundation of trust to facilitate further cooperation plans in the future."

Luke took out Constantine's signature skills, no way, Zha Kang's flickering ability was really easy to use.

"To be honest, I have a certain degree of understanding of mutants. You were ostracized, discriminated against, bullied and oppressed before. This is indeed an indisputable fact."

He paused, scanned the young faces, and continued: "But because of this, he must fight for equality and freedom of speech more actively."

"A better future, a more comfortable life, a brighter future... These should not rely on human charity. Because the power gained in this way is just a kind of political correctness, a kind of implicit discrimination."

The White Queen was deeply convinced, she and Luke reached a cooperation, not only greedy each other's body and technology.

They have fairly consistent views and opinions on the future and planning of mutants.

Therefore, it doesn't matter if there is no emotional foundation.

Their respective interests are not in conflict, and they can form a good complementarity. This is the key.

Of course, the physical strength and skills of the lieutenant general also belong to the category of bonus points.

"Then Cavill... Lieutenant General. How do you think we should fight for our rights? Protest? Protest? Or establish a union, choose representatives, and then negotiate with the government?"

Rising star Drake took the lead to ask questions.

He is a stinger himself, habitually creating embarrassment and trouble for others.

"Change the image, this is the first step."

Luke replied plainly as if to deal with a reporter's interview.

"I can understand that young people like to use exaggerated dresses and amazing words to express their difference."

"But ignorantly opposing the mainstream and creating something new and unconventional will only arouse public resentment and will not help the mutants to enter the world stage."

Rising star Drake was stunned. He didn't expect that the first thing he would do was to comb his hair like an adult and put on serious clothes?

"This is... the trend! Mr. Lieutenant General! If the people think about me badly because of what I wear, it can only be said that it is a pity that they are not free enough, not democratic enough, and have no understanding of this country. Greatness."

Drake is plausible, just like some intellectuals on the Internet in later generations, he is free and democratic.

Even if I breathe the air, I feel that there must be a fragrance of freedom and democracy.

"Freedom, democracy...Tell me-by the way, I don't know what your name is yet?"

Luke raised his eyebrows and crossed his fingers, intending to let this guy experience the severe beating of society.

"Drake, everyone calls me'Rising Star'."

Drake himself did not realize that there was a big "Danger" on the top of his head, and he was still steeped in pride.

"Oh, Drake, right? Let me tell you what freedom and democracy are."

Luke released the biological force field, turning on 30% of the power.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the invisible pressure spread all over the room, making people feel short of breath.

Especially Drake, who bears the brunt, suffered the most.

The freckled face was flushed, and there was a "hoho" in her throat, but she couldn't say anything.

"I see, Drake, this is the freedom and democracy you want. You can speak at will, but I also have the right to pinch your throat, or even go further, to twist your neck."

Luke stood up slowly, his tall figure resembling a towering mountain, full of indescribable power.

"Now, do you still need them?"