Superman

Twenty minutes later, Luke, who flew to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.

He saw Namor who had met again after many days.

The other party was sitting in the corner by the window, with long eyes, staring at the port outside the window, seeming to indulge in memories.

Before going ashore, the former king of Atlantis took care of his terrible appearance.

Wash away the rotten stench and put on new clothes.

The dry hair like weeds and the greasy beard tangled in a ball were also shaved.

In short, he no longer looked like a sloppy tramp.

It's just that between the eyebrows, there is still a decadent breath.

"Namo-Mackenzie."

Luke sat down opposite, snapped his fingers, and motioned to the waiter to serve a glass of craft beer.

In addition to delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant is also a paradise for beer lovers.

There are more than 60 kinds of craft brews in the store, attracting sailors and crew members from nearby.

"Superman."

When Namor said the name, his tone was bitter.

He remembered that the two met for the first time, that each other was just a general of the land kingdom.

And he is the master of the Seven Seas, the king of Atlantis.

The identities of the two parties are not equal, not to mention the differences.

And now, he is the escaped prisoner of Atlantis.

Superman has become the third pole of the world, fighting against the powerful existence of superpowers alone.

The encounters in life have many fate.

It made Namor feel complicated and sighed.

"I am glad you made such a decision."

Luke picked up the beer and drank it.

This seafood restaurant has long been booked by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. The waiters at the front desk and the welcoming guests at the door are all their own.

The real boss and staff were shivering in the back kitchen.

They thought it was a gang negotiation, and silently prayed that there would not be a rush to break too many tables and chairs.

"You mean to say that you are happy to see me become a whistleblower, a coward who betrayed my allies?"

Namor laughed at himself, raising his head to pour beer.

He has always been good at reading comprehension.

"First of all, whistleblowing is not shameful, but it depends on the situation."

Luke shook his head and tapped on the table with his fingers.

"According to the information you provided, the Black Queen Selene is planning a large-scale, genocidal massacre against the citizens of London."

"Then there is no doubt that she is a frantic lunatic, a dehumanizing butcher."

"And you, Namor McKenzie chose to denounce!"

"You saved eight million innocent lives, and you are a commendable hero!"

Namor was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect his behavior to be confirmed by Superman.

As a former mortal enemy, he was mentally prepared to be ridiculed.

"As for allies? I think you and Selene haven't reached a deep and profound revolutionary friendship yet?"

Luke smiled but looked at Namor.

Although the sea king in the comics is worthy of the name, he often hooks up with women.

In addition, he specializes in the corner of superheroes, and likes to mention the glorious nickname of "Maiden Man".

However, his instinct told him that Namor and the Black Queen probably hadn't rolled onto a bed sheet.

The former king of Atlantis did not look like a master of prostitutes who did not recognize anyone when he lifted his pants.

If there is a relationship, it is impossible for him to report Selene.

Besides, the black queen's juicing skills may not be inferior to the succubus.

Even with a strong physique like Namor, once you experience the feeling of deep inhalation, your legs will feel weak and your complexion will turn pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor smiled bitterly.

When he was in prison, he had imagined countless times when he returned to the land world, in what form he would meet with Superman.

Tit for tat?Condescending?Or fail again?

The only thing I didn't think about, it was so!

The enemy of hatred can comfort him with words and let him not have a psychological burden.

No ridicule, no irony, and no suppression...

All of this made Namor suspicious.

Is he too dark and narrow-minded?

That's why Superman was so speculated.

In fact, the other party is just as open and honest as the outside world sees?

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled. He didn't know the fatal brain supplement of the former king. He finished the big glass of beer and said lightly: "We have no personal grievances. The unpleasant things that happened before are just different positions."

"I am gratified that you have learned enough experience from your failures and started to think independently and understand what can be done and what cannot be done."

"This world is what I leave to those who follow the rules. After you learn this lesson, you won't cause any more trouble in the future."

Although Namor is notorious in the superhero community, he has nothing to do and suffers from severe secondary illness, so that the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. don't like him.

Especially hooking up other wives and sending green hats makes most men stay away.

But those are all Namor that may appear on the future timeline.

Luke didn't have much prejudice against the young king who had suffered a failure before him.

At most, it is to use a righteous iron fist to influence the opponent and modify his personality.

"Well, the chat ends here."

Luke waved his hand. Now Namor is a complete loser and poses no threat to himself.

"Tell me, where is the Black Queen. I can ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to negotiate with Atlantis and not pursue your prison escape."

...

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Boston, luxury hotel.

The Black Queen put her arms around her chest and squeezed a deep gully.

She frowned slightly, with an ominous premonition inexplicably.

"Namo, why can't I sense his existence?"

Selene was a little anxious, pacing back and forth.

She believed that she had a soul contract in her hands, and Namor would not betray the alliance.

Superman is his mortal enemy, no matter what kind of mentality, he can only stand by himself.

"Hmph, when I become a dimensional demon, I will tear up that soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

The Black Queen made up her mind that she was not a philanthropist, she would give away fragments of Phoenix's power for nothing.

Rescuing Namor and forming an alliance is just to get useful tools.

"Give me enough time, I may not be able to become like Sithorn and Domam in the future."

The sky was still bright, but it did not prevent Selene from starting to look forward to it.

The ceremony of becoming a god is an amazing secret she accidentally obtained from the "Dark God Book" long ago.

Only considering the personal ability and its dangers, the Black Queen has never implemented it.

The long life made her tired of the boring feeling of locking her soul in a mortal body.

Becoming a god became the only goal of the Black Queen.

"Sublimation, transformation, and immortality."

Selene took a deep breath, as if the moment he saw his success, he never needed to succumb to anyone.

Enough to sit on an equal footing with the Supreme Master, Sithorn, the Dark Dimension Lord Domam.

!

The knock on the door interrupted the beautiful fantasy of the Black Queen.

"where did you go?"

Opening the door, Selene couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"I have reminded you again and again, don't just run around, you are now a wanted person in Atlantis, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. Agency in the land world may also launch a large-scale search."

"It's all about being cautious. Don't provoke Superman ahead of time!"

The Black Queen spit out a series of words of blame.

Namor was silent, he stood at the door and did not enter.

"what happened to you?"

Selene realized something was wrong and took two steps back.

"Black Queen, your incident has happened, come with us."

A hand appeared on Namor's shoulder, and then showed a tall figure.

"Someone reported that you planned a large-scale, genocidal massacre! This is a crime against humanity, genocide and other charges."

"I hope you can actively cooperate with the investigation. We will not wrong a good person or let a bad person go!"

Selene looked at the tall man who appeared at the door, biting his lips firmly.

"Superman!"

She squeezed the name from her throat.