The fragments of Phoenix Force are looking for a suitable host, but Luke, who knows about it, doesn't care.
Even Mutant God and Apocalypse are no match for him.
Unless Qin-Grey in the form of Black Phoenix travels through time and space and comes to fight with him, there is no one worth fearing.
Besides, Superman and Apocalypse have a big battle and need to rest and recuperate - even though this is just an excuse to take advantage of the situation.
But, since I have already saved the world, it's no big deal to be lazy for a while.
So, Luke left the job of cleaning up the mess to Captain America, and simply lay down and slept in Hell Hotel's luxurious suite.
Unfortunately, this peaceful sleep did not last long, as a rapid knock on the door woke him up.
"Superman will also feel angry when he wakes up."
Luke shook his head, looked through the wall to see who was coming, and said helplessly.
He slowly got out of bed and opened the door slowly, like a slow old man.
The knocking on the door became more and more urgent, as if he was constantly urging.
The more so, the slower Luke will be.
It took him ten minutes to walk from the bedroom to the entrance door, and he almost scared the people outside the door to death.
"Have you... not slept all night?"
Luke was wearing a nightgown and saw Howard standing against the wall with weak legs and two thick dark circles in his eyes.
The latter's clothes were messy and his hair was messy, as if he had been robbed.
Moreover, only a pair of shorts were left on his lower body, and there were several obvious scratches on his bare chest and arms.
As far as this image is concerned, it is more in line with Sebu who has just attended a carnival party and participated in many people's sports.
"First, let me go in."
Howard spoke awkwardly, stammered, and had a trace of fear on his face.
It seemed as if some terrifying beast was chasing behind him.
Luke showed a faint smile, then made room and helped Howard, who was struggling to walk, into the room.
After just one night of not seeing each other, the other person seemed to have lost several pounds, and his whole person felt weak.
"Were you kidnapped by some Middle Eastern gangster and thrown into a cave to starve for a week?"
Luke asked knowingly and thoughtfully handed over a glass of milk to supplement Howard's nutrition.
It is no exaggeration to say that he now looks a bit like a skinny ascetic.
Compared to his original self, he is simply two different people.
"It's terrible! It's hell!"
Howard finished drinking the milk with a look of fear on his face, as if he remembered some kind of terrifying scene.
He cowered in the corner of the sofa, like a helpless girl who had been repeatedly insulted, with tears in his eyes.
"What happened to you? Do you need me to call the police? Howard-Stark was brutally violated and suffered severe physical and mental trauma?"
Luke let out a gloating laugh.
I often walk by the river without getting my shoes wet.
During the last Paris trip, the psychological shadow left by that female Vampires on Howard was not deep enough.
I wonder if the succubus lady this time has made him understand the meaning of the word "sex" with a knife on his head.
"The thing is like this..."
Howard confided while sobbing.
He never imagined that an affair would turn into a disaster.
Set the clock back eight hours.
Howard, wearing a sexy bag and spraying cologne, came to the reserved room.
He had already finished the decoration. Rose petals were scattered on the bed, and the dim lights and a few candlesticks created an ambiguous atmosphere.
Red wine, a feast, and the charming aroma of incense filling the room.
Howard raised the corner of his mouth, the mood was almost ready, and the next step was... hehehe.
Boom!
Hearing the knock on the door, Howard couldn't wait to open the door, and handed a rose with his right hand behind his back.
"You are really good at pleasing people, Howard."
The enchanting succubus girl took the rose, lowered her head and sniffed it, then threw it behind her head and hugged Howard who was stroking her beard.
"So direct? You don't even need foreplay to get to the point?"
Seeing Miss Succubus lift her leg and close the door, Howard's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen this scene before.
Generally speaking, shouldn't we drink two glasses of wine first, chat a few flirtatiously, and then gradually bring the topic to this aspect before being honest with each other?
"That... red wine?"
Howard hugged the overly active succubus lady and looked at the two goblets placed beside the candlestick.
"I don't like drinking that."
The succubus lady licked her tongue and refused.
"What about steak?"
Howard retreated to the bedside. Looking at the situation, he looked more like the passive one.
"You're so cute, sweetheart, I just want to eat you right now!"
Twenty minutes later, Howard leaned on the bedside with a satisfied look on his face and lit a cigarette.
New experience, new technology, new feeling...
All in all, it's comfortable.
"Howard, are you okay?"
The charming voice of the succubus lady reached his ears.
How can a real man say no!
Thirty minutes later, Howard was satisfied again and lit up a cigarette.
"Come again?"
The succubus lady continued to order like a diner who had just finished eating.
"Wait!"
Howard shouted weakly and took the initiative to apply for a ceasefire.
Then he climbed out of bed and rushed to the toilet as if he was running away.
"You know what? For eight whole hours, I didn't sleep, I didn't rest, I didn't even finish a few cigarettes!"
Howard said sadly and angrily.
Don't all the succubi from hell care about sustainable development?
In the back, he knelt on the bed.
Staring at the front that should be full of temptation, but feeling like a hell that can never be filled, is simply despairing!
"I can see you've cleared out your inventory."
Luke cast a sympathetic look, how could the succubus fall asleep so easily.
It can only be said that Howard still has too little knowledge, is obsessed with lust, and does not know the dangers of hell.
"I reminded you, boys should protect themselves when they go out."
Luke tried hard to hold back his smile and make himself look more sincere.
"I want to go back to New York, take a good rest, and concentrate on scientific research."
Howard's eyes were firm, as if he had an epiphany.
"No more sleeping succubi? I also specifically mentioned it to Mephisto, asking him to create more other races to increase the characteristics of Hell Hotel."
Luke said deliberately.
"For example, centaurs, female demons, female elves..."
Howard shook his head vigorously. After eight hours of hard fighting, he was already numb.
Women are all red and pink skeletons, unable to shake themselves at all.
"It seems that you have really found yourself this time and have achieved enlightenment."
Luke smiled happily and said, "How about female Angel?"
The expressionless Howard heard this. Even though his body had been hollowed out, he still couldn't resist his inner impulse and subconsciously showed a "hehehe" expression.
"You are already exhausted, but you are still thinking about Angel?"
Luke was immediately speechless. As expected, the old pornographic critics were indifferent. It was not that they had changed their ways, but that they had not hit the target.
"Caliban, Erik He has a high fever."
In a motel near California Highway, a Mutants ran over and said.
"He's just a hindrance!"
Caliban took a sip of beer and looked disgusted.
If it weren't for Erik's rare talent, he would have abandoned him long ago.
Magnetic control, if placed in the warlord-chaotic Middle East, would be a killer weapon!
"Where can I find a doctor in this hellish place!"
Caliban spat, unable to think of a solution for a while.
This Mutants team is too conspicuous, with strange clothes, different skin colors and different accents, which easily attracts the attention of local residents and police.
So, he temporarily found a motel, then controlled the owner and used it as a temporary shelter.
A few hours ago, Caliban learned about the "explosion" of Nevada through the radio.
You can probably tell that Apocalypse is really cold.
Next, his mission became how to lead these Mutantss out of America territory.
It is not easy to escape the sight of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the police's investigation.
"Is there anyone?"
Outside the motel, a Ford sedan stopped.
The couple with the child got out of the car, opened the door and said, "Is anyone there... I'm sorry to bother you."
Seeing a group of strange people with different clothes and skin colors inside the hotel, the couple quickly left.
"Are you doctors?"
Caliban glanced at the nameplate on the man's salute and asked with a frown.
"Uh, I work at Monterey City Hospital in Los Angeles."
The man nodded.
"Then come in and do it."
Caliban waved, and the strong man guarding the door picked up the parked Ford sedan with one hand.
Then, several more people gathered around and blocked the couple's way.