The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as Silver Fox Kayla imagined
First of all, the relationship between each other is not to this extent.
Luke and White Queen have a pure friendship at best, without any deep feelings.
To a certain extent, it can be regarded as everyone getting what he needs.
Therefore, it is not in line with their positioning to hug each other excitedly as soon as they meet and then express their feelings to each other.
Luke Robinson is not a Robinson Crusoe who spent twenty-eight years alone on an uninhabited desert island and could only rely on craft work to pass the time.
Besides, when he was in Sorcerer Supreme Tournament, he also had several friendly matches with Queen Hell Border.
"Is it really you?"
White Queen saw Superman, who had disappeared for a long time, and subconsciously released the ability of Mind Stone.
Then she seemed to have hit a solid copper wall. She was slightly dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprise.
"On television, the president publicly announced your death, and a while ago there was a national mourning."
"Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, they opened vodka to celebrate. They can finally have a good sleep."
"Mutants's order fell apart after you left and returned to the embarrassing situation of having nothing."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is on the verge of collapse and facing the fate of being disbanded..."
White Queen left her seat and tried hard to calm down her turbulent emotions.
But the rapid breathing exposed his true heart.
"It sounds like I'm important to the world."
Luke said with a smile.
He didn't expect that White Queen would be so excited about his return.
This is much more satisfying than the welcome ceremony of Howard and Captain America.
White Queen looked up at Luke and said softly, "I once heard a saying to the effect that the planet never revolves around a certain person."
"But, seeing what happened after you disappeared."
"I think this sentence may not necessarily be correct."
"Luke, you are like a celestial body that can affect everything around you and gradually expand your radiation range."
Luke raised the corners of his mouth. What White Queen said was exactly what he had been working hard to achieve.
Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure that we can have a strong voice in the face of any force.
This completes the smooth transformation of War Hero, the military mascot, to a strategic deterrent humanoid nuclear weapon, and the person in power.
Luke regards himself as a player on the world's gambling table. He just wants to collect all the good cards so that he can control the future direction and prevent everything from getting out of control.
Just like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder, if you see wine glasses placed in the wrong position, you must put them back in their original positions, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable.
He believed that this was a common problem among time travellers, or that it was a psychological problem left over from those who were once weak.
I hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles.
"Ms. Frost, your compliment made my day better."
Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that quietly arose and the fleeting self-reflection.
The satisfaction that power brings is just the accompaniment to the meal.
He still has a long way to go, and he will not be limited to the planet beneath his feet.
It was a bit premature to start to feel complacent at this time.
"Let's talk about your troubles. You know, I'm always happy to solve people's troubles and solve problems."
Luke put his arms around White Queen's waist, and then leaned on the large and comfortable seat.
He came to Hellfire Club not just to reminisce about old times and have a close relationship with each other.
There are other business matters.
"I'm waiting for your words."
The latter took advantage of the opportunity to sit on Luke's lap, wrapped his hands around the other person's neck, and stuck together.
This will fall into the eyes of Hellfire Club and other Mutants, and I am afraid they can hear the sounds of heartbreak.
Generally speaking, in a power structure dominated by men, they will behave either toughly or kindly, fully demonstrating their charisma.
Women have the right to speak, and they tend to carefully design their own image to win more fans.
To put it simply, the character design of White Queen in Hellfire Club is an iceberg goddess that is unattainable and can only be viewed from a distance.
But here at Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation Mutants has easily taken off that cold, beautiful and inviolable coat.
"You should also be aware of Essex Bio-Tech's recent actions. They captured Mutants for genetic experiments, and they also want to take away Lake Arkalia's research base from S.H.I.E.L.D.."
White Queen's eyes showed a sense of gloating, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.
The last guy who tried to snatch something from Superman had grass on his grave that was two feet high.
"... That's it, Nathaniel-Essex, he is a powerful Mutants, who once followed Apocalypse, and now he is mixed up with the government."
White Queen did not add fuel to the fire or fan the flames, but just stated Essex Bio-Tech's plan as it was.
The latter, S.H.I.E.L.D., and Superman are in opposing camps.
Otherwise, why would Conqueror Kang want to cooperate with Mister Sinister.
The latter is committed to becoming the next Mutant God, Apocalypse.
He worked hard to study biological genes and tried to change his life through science.
But unfortunately, Mister Sinister has an opponent that cannot be defeated and an obstacle that cannot be overcome, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D..
The disappearance of the latter was coupled with the instigation of Conqueror Kang.
This prompted Mister Sinister to take risks and test himself repeatedly on the verge of getting his head blown off.
"Very good, I need you and Hellfire Club to stand in front of the stage."
Luke After listening, his eyes flashed slightly and he chuckled, "If you abide by the rules of the game, you can kill a rising big company with a government background."
"In response to this, Howard has formulated a detailed plan."
White Queen nodded, she had no doubt about what Superman said.
Whether it is at the gambling table or in a direct duel in private, Mister Sinister seems to have no chance of winning.
This time, he hit an iron plate.
White Queen smiled faintly, and then blocked Superman's mouth enthusiastically.
This was her way of announcing that the work discussion was over.
Next, is the exercise session for private entertainment.
Two days later.
Essex Tower.
This forty-five-story, towering skyscraper is considered one of the landmark buildings of Manhattan.
It was originally a top-grade apartment, but was later bought directly by Mister Sinister, a generous spender who spent government funds to use it as office space.
"It feels really good to look down at all living beings from a high place."
Mister Sinister, who was wearing a high-end suit, folded his hands on his chest and said with emotion.
The reason why those self-proclaimed elites and upper-class humans like high-rise buildings is probably because they enjoy the wonderful experience of having the city under their feet.
"I used to be immersed in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... but I forgot that a life filled with power and money is actually very interesting."
Mister Sinister, the current helmsman of Essex Bio-Tech, issued such boring thoughts.
With the support of White House and the future technology of Conqueror, this biological company established a firm foothold and achieved such a great reputation in just half a year.
Many media and newspapers believe that Essex will become the second Stark Industries.
Such remarks sounded more like a joke to Mister Sinister himself.
"Howard-Stark... A guy with a big destiny."
Mister Sinister didn't look down on that world-class genius, partly because of Mutants's arrogance, and partly because of his personality.
He was once a serious scientist, a contemporary of Darwin. Later, he was ostracized and disliked by the mainstream academic community because of his extreme theories and racially charged speeches.
This bad past made Mister Sinister neurotic and cynical.
From then on, he hated any scientist who was sought after and recognized by the mainstream.
Especially geniuses like Howard-Stark, who are recognized by the world.
"Maybe Conqueror Kang is right, I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Mister Sinister rubbed his chin, Clone Warriors sent out a few days ago missed.
Howard-Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems. He hides a secret card that is unknown to everyone, so he can solve the clones who are completely worthy of being called super soldiers.
Jingle bell, jingle bell—
The rapid ringing of the phone interrupted Mister Sinister's meditation.
He turned around and picked up the phone.
"Mr. Essex, there are a lot of people gathered downstairs... Mutants, they are protesting."
The female secretary's slightly panicked voice reached her ears.
"Protest for what?"
Mister Sinister feels strange.
When did Mutants dare to appear in public openly?
And even launched a protest?
"They said that the company imprisoned and arrested Mutants and conducted cruel experiments that were illegal and inhumane."
The female secretary may have never seen such a scene before, and said in a panic, "The security guards tried to drive them away, but they failed and attracted many media reporters."
"I understand."
Mister Sinister said lightly and hung up the phone.
"The trick White Queen came up with? I have the support of that puppet president. Do I really think that by finding a group of Mutants who are rejected by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans, I can shake Essex's position? I'm naive."
Mister Sinister spoke with contempt and didn't take it to heart.
Until half an hour later, he saw the news broadcast on the TV——
"My brother Bob, he has always been an obedient boy and has never done anything bad."
"Just two days ago, people from Essex Bio-Tech broke into my house and they were going to take away Bob by force - just because he is a Mutants."
"The fierce thugs, holding a government work license, pressed him to the ground extremely cruelly and pressed his neck with their legs..."
"Poor Bob, he is just a child, there is no way he can resist..."
"He said, 'I can't breathe,' and called his mother's name..."
"..."
On the TV, there was a dark-skinned man complaining with blood and tears.
"Mutants also has the right to live in this country and should receive equal treatment..."
"This is a free country, we breathe the air of freedom, so we deserve to be free!"
The black man raised his arms and shouted, winning the support and applause of the melon-eating crowd on three levels inside and outside, who surrounded the road. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they just shouted along with him and that was it.
"By the way, Bob is gay, has joined the Animal Welfare Association, is a vegetarian, religious, and is a follower of Muhammad."
the black man added.
"He should have had a better life, but it was all destroyed by Essex Bio-Tech!"
Discriminated Mutants+discriminated black people+marginal groups+small animal protection+religious people...
Full damage!
ps: Recently, it is the KPI assessment of the department in the second half of the year. It is really tiring to engage in krypton fraud activities and to be a dog to defraud wealthy people.
Readers also know that this year the economy is in recession and the industry is in turmoil - this is true for both my job and the online literary world.
There is no way, I also want to update normally. After all, it is not easy to write some achievements, but social animals have no human rights. They have to create wealth for their bosses and enjoy blessings at the same time.
Let's be considerate of each other, and we'll be done by mid-August.