Marvel’s Superman

Iceman Regan walked into the Red Room first.

Put back things like pens, ink bottles, and desk phones.

The documents that have been swept on the carpet are also neatly sorted and placed on the desktop.

The few windows with good views were open, mainly for air circulation.

"Please take a seat. Don't be restrained, try to relax a little."

Luke sat behind the square oak table with his hands on it.

When speaking, the breath is steady and the tone is brisk, and there is no sign of exercising at all.

Although the physique of the White Queen is slightly better than that of Malena.

Coupled with the gene activation of mutants, it has bonuses in terms of stamina and flexibility.

But for Superman, at most, it is just the level of warm-up.

"The legendary war hero turned out to be so young."

Iceman Ruigen originally had a mind of comparison, but after seeing the Superman Lieutenant General, it was like pouring down a basin of cold water, and the thought of not admitting defeat instantly disappeared.

The other party looks taller and taller than in the newspaper photos, and his stern temperament is undoubtedly revealed.

It makes people feel spontaneously, this is the strange feeling of a big man.

In contrast, Iceman Regan, who was obviously a few years older, looked young and young.

Just meeting for the first time, he felt that he was completely defeated.

In my heart, the BGM of "One Cut Plum" sounded again, as if snowflakes fell on my shoulders.

"They are the younger generation of the club, and mutants with abilities around the beta level."

The White Queen stood at the table and briefly introduced.

Although Sebastian Shaw's racial theory is useless for the future development of mutants.

But for one thing, he did a good job.

It is to recruit club members according to the level of mutants' abilities.

Betas like Reagan the Iceman and Derek the Rising Star belong to the backbone with limited room for growth and a little less potential.

If you want to become a "pawn" of the Hellfire Club, you need at least an Alpha-level ability level.

For example, the White Queen.

Speaking of which, the Alpha-level mutants of the Hellfire Club are almost all in Luke's hands.

Red Devil Asazor, steel shell, torrent...

Either thrown into jail, beaten to death, or skewered into crayfish.

Not many survived intact.

This also led to the Hellfire Club, except for the White Queen, there is no decent reliable combat power.

"Emma said about the situation of the club. You have followed Sebastian Shaw for a period of time, and you may have also violated the law... Behavior."

Luke tapped lightly on the table with his fingers and glanced over with sharp eyes.

The originally spacious reception room, with more than 20 people entering at once, undoubtedly seemed a bit crowded.

Like Regan the Iceman, and the new star Drake stood in front, next to them were young people who were no more than twenty-seven or eight-year-old.

There are many of them in hippie rebellious outfits, exaggerated hairstyles, colorful hair colors, ear studs, nose rings, leather jackets, tattoos, metal chains, and more.

Dressing like this, let alone mutants, even a normal person will be discriminated against when they go outside, so as not to avoid it.

"It's a bit like bringing your own cement, a non-mainstream gathering at the entrance of the village, kill Matt."

Luke's surface was calm, and a trace of disgust flashed across his eyes.

Even if you don't do basic image public relations, you still want to be accepted by the outside world?

"However, you don't have to worry. During the talks on Liberty Island, Emma deliberately raised this issue. After some serious discussions, S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to give up the right to investigate, as a sincerity of cooperation."

Glancing at the seemingly calm White Queen, Luke threw the credit to the other side.

The first thing he has to do is to appease people. Blind use of authority and toughness are not desirable.

Sure enough, some of them expressed relief and gratitude.

Even Regan the Iceman exhaled subconsciously, and his tensed shoulders could not help loosening.

There is a threshold for recruiting members of the Hellfire Club. As a small person who is not even a 'chess piece', if you want to be seen by Sebastian Xiao, you naturally have to show it.

Iceman Regan once froze a small area of ​​the sea, creating opportunities for other compatriots to sack a British cargo ship.

And Nova Drake is an arsonist who uses a fire alarm to break in and steal.

Most of the members of the Hellfire Club have similar criminal experiences.

They have lost the support of their families and have no financial resources. They can only rely on unscrupulous illegal means to obtain money.

Even the now arrogant and cold White Queen has a dark history of being a sexy croupier in a casino, dealing cards online and defrauding gamblers of money.

"In addition, I hope everyone can let go of their vigilance and form a preliminary foundation of trust to facilitate further cooperation plans in the future."

Luke took out Constantine's signature skill. There was no way. Zha Kang's flickering ability was really useful.

"To be honest, I have a certain degree of understanding of mutants. You have been excluded, discriminated against, and even bullied and oppressed in the past. This is indeed an irrefutable fact."

He paused, glanced at the young faces, and continued: "But it is precisely because of this that we must more actively strive for the right to speak for equality and freedom."

"A better future, a more comfortable life, a brighter future... These should not rely on human handouts. Because, the power obtained in this way is just a form of political correctness, a kind of implicit discrimination."

The White Queen took it seriously, and her cooperation with Luke was not just because of the other's body and skills.

For the future of mutants, and planning, they have quite the same views and opinions.

So, it doesn't matter if there is no emotional basis.

The key is that their respective interests do not conflict, and that they can form a good complementarity.

Of course, Mr. Lieutenant General's physical strength and skills also belong to the category of bonus points.

"That Cavill... Lieutenant General. How do you think we should fight for our rights? Protest? March? Or form a union, choose representatives, and then negotiate with the government?"

Rising star Drake was the first to ask the question.

He is a thorn in his own right, habitually causing embarrassment and trouble to others.

"Changing the image, that's the first step."

Luke replied flatly as if responding to a reporter's interview.

"I can understand that young people like to use exaggerated dresses and amazing words to express their difference."

"But ignorantly opposing the mainstream and being unconventional, this will only arouse public disgust and is not conducive to mutants taking the world stage."

Nova Drake was stunned. The first thing he didn't expect to do was to comb his hair like an adult and put on serious clothes?

"This is... a trend! Mr. Lieutenant General! If the public will have a bad opinion of me because of what I wear, it can only be said that it is a pity that they are not free enough, not democratic enough, and have no understanding of this country. Greatness."

Drake plausible, just like some intellectuals on the Internet in later generations, open his mouth to be free and close his mouth to be democratic.

Even if I breathe the air, I feel the fragrance of freedom and democracy.

"Freedom, democracy... tell me—by the way, I still don't know what your name is?"

Luke raised his eyebrows and crossed his fingers, intending to let this guy experience the beatings of society.

"Drake, everyone calls me 'Rising Star'."

Drake himself didn't realize that there was a big 'Danger' on the top of his head, and he was still immersed in pride.

"Oh, Drake, right, let me tell you what freedom and democracy are."

Luke released the biofield, turning on thirty percent power.

The air seemed to freeze suddenly, and the invisible pressure spread all over the room, making people feel short of breath.

Drake, in particular, bore the brunt and was hit the hardest.

The freckled face was flushed red, and there was a "ho-ho" sound in his throat, but he couldn't speak.

"See no, Drake, this is the freedom and democracy you want. You can say whatever you want, but I also have the right to choke you, or even go further, to break your neck."

Luke stood up slowly, his tall figure like a towering mountain, full of indescribable power.

"Now, do you still need them?"

ps: There are also. (When I didn't say it, I was too sleepy and my back still hurts.)

ps2: Sacrifice a copy of "Zhentian Daozong". Brother Gou is already a big guy, so I don't need to recommend it. After all, readers who like to watch Zhu Tianwen should have heard the name of Wang Gu Shaoshang~