World in Turmoil

Pamela rested her chin on her hand, her pretty face full of smiles.

"Sister Venom, I'm starting to like them. It's going to be really lively at home from now on."

"Don't worry, sisters, neither of you will escape."

Venom licked its lips, its eyes fixed on Jean and Dark Phoenix, who were still frolicking on the beach, with the eyes of someone eyeing prey.

Pamela blushed slightly as she looked at Venom. She turned to look at Gwen, who had her face buried in her arms, with only her red ears showing. Those ears seemed to reveal Gwen's shyness and panic.

"Gwen, what's wrong?"

Gwen looked up and said shyly, "That idiot, who puts sunscreen all over their legs?"

As she imagined those hands constantly stroking and kneading her thighs, her face grew increasingly flushed, her eyes revealing a hint of reproach, yet also a hidden joy.

"That means you really like your legs, darling. Let me touch them too," Pamela said, reaching out her hand.

"Sister Pamela!"

Gwen gave a coquettish cry, quickly pulling her legs back and covering them tightly with her hands, looking both shy and adorably annoyed.

Just then, a few small creatures ran over from the beach.

"Godfather, we found someone in the sea."

While Kino and his friends were on vacation, the outside world was in complete chaos.

Hellfire Club

A secret organization with a long history, whose members are mostly social elites, including many Mutants, secretly influences the world's political and economic trends.

The White Queen looked at the Brotherhood and X-Men surrounding the entire club.

The fact that the two most powerful Mutants organizations on the surface had joined forces put her under unprecedented pressure.

The White Queen sat calmly on the sofa, elegant and composed, as if the surrounding crowd had no effect on her whatsoever, while the Mutants from the Hellfire Club behind her looked tense.

"Magneto, long time no see. What brings you to the club with such a grand entrance?" The White Queen's tone was somewhat languid.

"The king of Mutants has appeared, and all Mutants in the world must submit." Erik's eyes were cold and resolute.

"Oh, where is he?"

"... Your Majesty, there are more important matters to attend to; you need only submit."

The White Queen felt incredibly arrogant. Instead of personally recruiting people, she sent her subordinates. Back then, the Black King's subordinates were also invited by the White Queen herself.

What if I refuse?

"They'll agree to knock you out and take you away."

"Magneto, you're seriously underestimating the Hellfire Club, Sunspot!"

The White Queen suddenly bent down.

Behind him, a white man was engulfed in flames, his entire body seemingly transformed into Pyro.

"Go to hell!"

With a push of his hands, Sunspot unleashed a three-meter-thick pillar of fire that roared toward Magneto, distorting the air in its path.

The White Queen looked at Magneto with a cold smile, thinking, "Let's see how you dodge at this close range."

Although Sunspot are not Omega-level, their flames can reach temperatures as high as 3000 degrees Celsius, enough to melt steel.

Magneto remained unfazed by the scorching flames he felt even before touching them.

The flames made a wide arc and disappeared into the palm of someone's hand.

"Sunspot, what are you doing?" the White Queen roared.

"My flames are out of control."

The Sunspot tried their best to stop, but the flames kept disappearing.

A short while later, Sunspot collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.

In a single encounter, Hellfire Club lost a key player.

"Well done, Pyro."

Erik offered a compliment.

His companions around him gave him approving glances.

John rubbed his nose smugly. He was so pleased with himself for applying to the professor; he was filled with excitement and pride.

The White Queen remained silent for a moment; her only trump card was gone.

"Can we talk some more?"

There was a hint of pleading in her voice.

"Knock them all out and take them away."

Erik was losing patience.

"Oh, oh, oh..."

The Brotherhood and X-Men members, unable to contain themselves any longer, surged forward like a tidal wave.

At the Alkali Lake Base, a middle-aged man in military uniform angrily tore the letter in his hand into pieces.

"Has the president gone mad?! He actually ordered me to release the Mutants! My X-Weapon is about to be completed, he can't be unaware of this, there must be something wrong."

He roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot with rage.

He picked up the phone on the table, pressed the buttons hard, and began contacting his network of contacts, trying to find a solution to this predicament.

"I'm sorry, Colonel, I can't help you with this."

"Okay, I will appeal your request."

I'll give you an answer in a few days.

All his answers were excuses. Only after contacting the big shot who gave the last gift did he explain the reason.

"Give up. A few days ago, the Demon King visited the President late at night."

Stryker's face grew increasingly grim as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, his knuckles turning white from gripping the phone so tightly.

The colonel anxiously contacted military officials who shared his hatred of Mutants.

"The president has been bewitched by Satan. Recruiting Mutants is a prelude to the destruction of humanity. This country needs to be saved."

A hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone. "That would put us in a military court."

The colonel was furious and roared, "Are you just going to stand by and watch this country be destroyed and replaced by those Mutants scum?! Answer me, Lieutenant General Nathan!"

"Absolutely not! This country belongs to humanity, and so does this world. Mutants should rot in the ground!"

A fanatical voice came from the other end, its tone filled with extreme hatred and prejudice.

"Very good, Lieutenant General Nathan. I have received information that the Demon King has left the country and will not be returning anytime soon. You know what to do."

"Understood. This country doesn't need the Demon Group. What are you going to do there?"

"Although the president has been misled, we will not abandon him. I will save him and make him understand the dangers of Mutants."

The colonel said coldly.

His eyes burned with the flames of revenge; Mutants must die.

On the street

A muscular blond man, wearing an old-fashioned jacket, powerfully pushed a wheelchair slowly down the bustling street.

The scene resembled a child leisurely strolling through the streets with his elderly mother.

"Steve, where are you taking me?"

An elderly woman with white hair sat in a wheelchair; her voice trembled and she was weak, her eyes filled with doubt.

"Go to a place where you can dance again."

Steve looked down at her, his eyes filled with sadness and love.