Twenty minutes later, Luke, who flew to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.
He saw Namor, whom he met again after many days.
The other person was sitting in the corner by the window, his eyes far away, staring at the port outside the window, as if he was lost in memories.
Before the former king of Atlantis came ashore, he took care of his poor appearance a little.
Wash away the rotten stench and put on new clothes.
The dry hair like weeds and the greasy beard that was tangled in a ball were also shaved clean.
All in all, he no longer looked like a scruffy bum.
But between his brows, there was still an aura of dejection.
"Namor-MacKenzie."
Luke sat across from him and called the Snap, signaling the waiter to bring him a glass of craft beer.
In addition to its delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant is also a paradise for beer lovers.
There are more than 60 kinds of craft beer in the store, attracting sailors and crew members from nearby.
"Superman."
Namor said this name with a hint of bitterness in his tone.
He recalled that when the two first met, the other person was just the general of the land kingdom.
And I am the king of Master of the Seven Seas, Atlantis.
The identities of the two parties are not entirely different, but they are not equal.
But now, he is the escaped prisoner of Atlantis.
Superman has become the third pole of the world, alone against the powerful existence of the superpowers.
Life is full of opportunities and fate.
Namor has mixed feelings and a lot of emotions.
"I'm glad you made this decision."
Luke picked up the beer and drank it in a big gulp.
This seafood restaurant has long been booked by agents S.H.I.E.L.D.. The waiters at the front desk and the greeters at the door are all our own.
The real boss and staff are hiding in the back kitchen shivering.
They thought it was a gang negotiation and silently prayed that there wouldn't be a fight and too many tables and chairs would be broken.
"Are you trying to say that you're happy to see me turn into a coward who turned into a snitch, a coward who betrayed his allies?"
Namor laughed at himself and raised his head to drink beer.
He has always been very good at reading comprehension.
"First of all, there is nothing shameful about whistleblowing, it depends on the situation."
Luke shook his head and tapped his fingers on the table.
"According to the information you provided, Black Queen Selene is planning a large-scale, exterminating Carnage attack on London citizens."
"Then there is no doubt that she is a crazed lunatic and a butcher who has lost her humanity."
"And you, Namor-MacKenzie, chose to report!"
"You saved eight million innocent lives. You are a hero worthy of praise!"
Namor was slightly startled, as if he didn't expect that his behavior would be recognized 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, right?"
Luke smiled half-heartedly and looked at Namor.
Although, Aquaman in the comics lives up to his name and often hooks up with women.
He also specializes in exploiting the corners of superheroes, and likes to mention the glorious nickname of "Wivesman".
However, his intuition told him that Namor and Black Queen should not have rolled onto the same bed sheet.
Atlantis's former king doesn't look like a prostitution master who doesn't recognize people when he puts on his pants.
If there really was a relationship, it would be impossible for him to report Selene.
Besides, Black Queen's juicing skills may not be inferior to that of Succubus.
Even with a strong physique like Namor, once he experiences the feeling of deep inhalation, his legs will become weak and his face will turn pale.
"Are you trying to comfort me?"
Namor smiled bitterly.
While he was in prison, he imagined countless times how he would meet Superman when he returned to Land World.
Tit for tat? Condescending? Or fail miserably again?
But I never thought that it was like this!
The mortal enemy of hatred comforted him with kind words, so that he would not have any psychological burden.
There is no ridicule, no sarcasm, and no suppression...
All this made Namor suspicious.
Is it because I am too dark and narrow-minded?
That's why we speculated on Superman.
In fact, the other party is as open and aboveboard as the outside world sees it, and does things magnanimously?
"Don't get me wrong, Namor."
Luke chuckled. He didn't know the fatal idea of the previous king. He finished the large glass of beer and said calmly, "We have no personal grudges. All the unpleasantness that happened before was just our different positions."
"What makes me happy is that you have learned enough experience from failure and started to think independently and understand what can and cannot be done."
"I leave this world to those who follow the rules. If you learn this lesson, you won't cause any trouble in the future."
Although Namor is notorious among the superhero community, Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. don't like him because of his trouble-making and severe secondary disease.
Especially the fact of seducing other people's wives and sending cuckolds makes most men stay away from it.
But those are Namor that may appear on the future timeline.
Luke didn't have much prejudice against the young king in front of him who had suffered a failure.
The most that can be done is to use the Iron Fist of justice to influence the other party and modify their personality.
"Okay, that's enough chit-chat."
Luke waved his hand. Now Namor is a complete loser and cannot pose any threat to himself.
"Tell me where Black Queen is. I can let S.H.I.E.L.D. negotiate with Atlantis and no longer pursue your crime of escaping."
Boston, luxury hotel.
She frowned slightly, feeling an ominous premonition for no reason.
"Namor, why can't I sense his presence?"
Selene was a little anxious, pacing back and forth.
She believes that with the soul contract in hand, Namor should not betray the alliance.
Superman is his mortal enemy. No matter what his mentality is, he can only stand with himself.
"Hmph, when I become Dimensional Demon God, I will tear up that soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."
Black Queen made up her mind. She was not a philanthropist, so she would give away the fragments of Phoenix Force for free.
The purpose of rescuing Namor and forming an alliance was just to get useful tools.
"Give me enough time, and I may not be able to become an existence like Chthon, Dormammu in the future."
It's still bright, but that doesn't stop Selene from starting to look forward to it.
The ritual of becoming a god is an amazing secret that she accidentally obtained from "Darkhold" a long time ago.
However, considering personal ability and its danger, Black Queen has not been implemented.
The long life made her tired of the boring feeling of locking her soul in a mortal body.
Becoming a god has become Black Queen's only goal.
"Sublimation, transformation, and thus eternal life."
Selene took a deep breath, as if seeing the moment when he succeeded, he no longer had to submit to anyone.
Enough to be on an equal footing with Sorcerer Supreme, Chthon, Lord of the Dark Dimension Dormammu.
Boom!
A knock on the door interrupted Black Queen's beautiful fantasy.
"Where have you been?"
When he opened the door, he found it was Namor, Selene couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.
"I have repeatedly reminded you not to run around casually. You are now a wanted criminal of Atlantis. S.H.I.E.L.D. of Land World may also launch a large-scale search."
"Everything must be done with caution. Don't provoke Superman in advance!"
Black Queen was like a barrage of words, spitting out a series of words of blame.
Namor remained silent. He stood at the door and did not go in.
"What's wrong with you?"
Selene realized something was wrong and took two steps back.
"Black Queen, something happened to you, please come with us."
A hand appeared on Namor's shoulder, and then a tall figure appeared.
"Someone reported that you planned a large-scale extermination Carnage! This violated multiple charges such as crimes against humanity and genocide."
"I hope you can actively cooperate with the investigation. We will not unjustly accuse a good person, nor let a bad person go!"
Selene looked at the tall man who appeared at the door and bit his lip.
"Superman!"
She forced the name out of her throat.