Superman

"Are you going to run to the White House and punch the president to death?"

Howard frowned slightly, as if worried about Luke's impulsive behavior.

If Superman loses his mind and becomes an unscrupulous existence, it will be a disaster for the entire world.

"Even though we all know that he is a counterfeit, according to the procedure, we should find conclusive evidence before implementing law enforcement measures."

"In this way, you won't be charged with'assassing the president', nor will Superman become a terrorist."

Howard calmly analyzed that, like Essex Bio, Kang the Conqueror, Hydra and other parties, these are no longer problems.

Because Luke has returned.

Superman sits in the S.H.I.E.L.D., they can't get over any waves, at most they can do little moves behind the scenes.

The next thing to do is to rectify the order and solve the problem step by step.

"Do I look impulsive?"

Luke raised his eyebrows, his tone revealed a relaxed smile.

He can understand Howard's worry, the simplest and most crude method is often used at the end.

Gambling, fighting, competing, fighting... this is the norm in gambling games of different sizes.

No one thinks about just sitting up, and rudely overturning the table without even thinking about it.

That will only lead to fewer and fewer people participating in the game.

In the end, only myself was left, lonely and bored throwing the dice.

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

Luke waved his hand, comforting 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 whispered: "The main problem is not the president. He sits in that seat, and everyone pays attention to his every move. There is no big trouble."

Of course, if the president is a master of the accordion, who often says "no one understands better than me", it would be another matter.

Tell the truth directly and tell the public that there is a future man who pretended to be the president and exiled himself to another parallel universe.

This sounds more like a science fiction movie, but it is too advanced and not highly credible.

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

"The cake has to be eaten bit by bit, and the road has to be taken step by step. I plan to solve Essex Biological Company first and trample Mr. Omen to death."

Luke knocked his fingers on the table and ordered a glass of whiskey from Jarvis in his pajamas.

He spoke the most vicious words in the most plain tone.

"This idea is correct."

Howard nodded, he thought so too.

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

They dare to assassinate themselves openly today, and maybe they will attack others tomorrow.

This is a time bomb that needs to be dismantled.

"If you want to defeat Essex, you can find an acquaintance who can provide useful information and act as a suitable tool."

Howard's eyes flashed.

Put aside the aura of S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific advisers, world-class geniuses and so on.

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 is quite knowledgeable.

After all, the more you read, the more you understand.

"You mean Emma?"

Luke quickly understood Howard's meaning, and perhaps only the white queen Emma Frost of the Hellfire Club could help.

Speaking of this, after returning to Universe 1024, he had not had time to meet those...women.

Nostalgia, embrace, relive the intimacy of the past... these things can be done later, in no rush.

He only left for eight months, not eight years.

It hasn't reached the level of seriousness that Captain America woke up from his deep sleep, everything was nonsense, and great changes had taken place.

At this moment, the world situation has rapidly advanced to the cold war stage of the Cuban missile crisis.

"bingo!"

Howard snapped his fingers and slashed the pasta on the plate with his fork.

This was just made by Jarvis. It tastes average, but it fills the stomach.

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

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

Howard rolled the noodles and said, "Essex Bio, they are very interested in mutants. Three months after you left, they took over the management by the President’s order and pressure from the Pentagon. The mutant work that was originally in charge of SHIELD."

"Originally, S.H.I.E.L.D. has adopted a gentle and tender policy towards mutants. It has greatly eased the relationship between the two parties by wooing, monitoring and recording the list."

"But Essex is not so patient. They continued the rude and tough way of doing things by the military, which caused a lot of troubles and contributed to the public opinion."

Hearing this, Luke's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became colder.

"According to what I know about Emma, ​​she should do something."

For the White Queen, Essex Bio is just a small role on the bright side.

Behind it stood Mr. Omen, an Alpha-class mutant with multiple abilities.

"They have had some... conflicts."

Howard nodded.

The White Queen is not the kind of character who can swallow a voice.

Her Hellfire Club has dealt with Essex Biotech several times, but in the end they failed to gain any advantage.

"Originally, at the time of the Paris Peace Summit, the registration bill for mutants and related policies were prepared to be introduced."

Howard has some regrets. He understands Luke's layout and knows how much effort SHIELD has put in it.

"However, Essex Biological Company stepped in and turned the originally eased 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 this role perfectly."

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Hellfire Club.

In the hall.

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

"Emma, ​​what are you going to do?"

Kayla, the silver fox standing nearby, glanced at her cold-faced sister.

During this time, Essex Bio Inc. has stepped up its work to catch 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, 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 for reasons such as assisting in investigations and cooperating with inspections.

On the other hand, she is not an opponent of Mr. Omen.

That guy belongs to the Alpha-class mutant, and also has a natural ability similar to telepathy.

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

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

In the hall, only the White Queen and her sister, Silver Fox, did not need to cover their words.

"What about you? I heard that he is going to Canada with Logan? He has no other hobbies except smoking cigars, drinking, and fighting. He also has a brother who looks like a beast."

The White Queen persuaded.

She didn't think Wolverine was worthy of her sister. Using popular judgment standards, that wolf had no other merits other than being extremely strong and having a wild charm.

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

If you really want to be together, life after marriage 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 tame Wolverine.

The only issue that needs to be considered may be the other's brother Sabretooth Tiger.

Out of the instincts of the psychic, Kayla felt that Logan's grumpy brother didn't seem to like herself.

"I remember S.H.I.E.L.D. originally wanted to build an exclusive school for mutants, and then you would manage it... Is this plan shelved?"

Kayla changed the subject. With the disappearance of Superman, the contradiction between mainstream society and mutants has become increasingly fierce.

The situation of the Hellfire Club has also become difficult.

"That's all in the past tense."

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

Although, she and someone who disappeared are just special friends who came to the last friendly match occasionally.

However, many things cannot be understood until they are lost.

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

The Hellfire Club is simply precarious and struggling.

Not to mention continued development, even its own existence is threatened.

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

The White Queen was dispirited and said, "It's just because someone gave us hope. When he is away, all the promises are in vain."

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

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

It is the dream of all compatriots to be treated equally and live a normal life.

She is no exception.

If you can take root in New York, Boston, or other cities, who wants to go to Canada?

Kayla knows very well that in terms of Wolverine Logan's career plan, taxi drivers actually have 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.

In the surprised gaze of the White Queen, Luke stepped on the red carpet and walked all the way to the top seat.

"What? Are you unhappy to see me?"

Looking at the white queen whose brain seemed to be down, Luke reached out and pinched the opponent's chin, the corners of his mouth slightly cocked.

And Kayla, the silver fox standing aside, felt that his existence seemed a little redundant.

She was also very acquainted, and silently exited the hall, leaving the battlefield to the two.