Solomon glanced down at her, a meaningful smile curling his lips.
As long as she wasn't in that scale-covered original form, what man in the world could resist Mystique?
Mystique's transformations were far more than visual illusions. They were complete reconstructions, from her genetic sequence to her bodily tissue.
Even fingerprints, irises, body temperature, and the subtle feel of skin could be replicated with absolute perfection, let alone anywhere else.
Having Mystique was like having a master key that unlocked blind boxes containing every beautiful woman in the world.
The delights of it were not for outsiders to hear!
All he could say was, those who knew, knew!
"You went to all this trouble to climb into my bed just to test this?"
Solomon reached out and pinched her chin, a hint of languor in his voice.
Raven shook her head, then suddenly remembered the real business at hand. She hurriedly put away her seductive expression and reported:
"No, Charles just contacted me. Shaw has successfully talked Russia into secretly deploying nuclear missiles in Cuba. Charles wants to request Vought's assistance. In exchange, he'll use his CIA clearance to have television media around the world broadcast the battlefield live that day, giving Vought International some global top-tier advertising."
A gleam flashed in Solomon's eyes at her words, and a satisfied smile appeared on his lips.
With Vought's current capabilities, arranging a live broadcast themselves would have been a piece of cake.
But since an official organization had come knocking of its own accord, offering to help legally and legitimately turn Vought's people into gods on a massive scale, he certainly wouldn't refuse.
This had been part of his plan all along: make Vought's name over Sebastian Shaw's corpse and use it to attract mutants from all over the world!
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