Marvel’s Superman

"You're going to run to the White House and punch the president?"

Howard frowned slightly, as if he was worried that Luke would act too aggressively on impulse.

If Superman loses his mind and becomes a reckless being, it will be a disaster for the whole world.

"Although we all know that he is a fake, according to the procedure, we should find solid evidence before implementing law enforcement."

"That way you don't get charged with 'the President's assassination,' and it doesn't make Superman a terrorist."

Howard calmly analyzed that, like Essex Bio, as well as Conqueror Kang, Hydra and other forces, these are no longer a problem.

Because, Luke has come back.

There are Superman sitting in S.H.I.E.L.D., they can't make any waves, and at most they do some little tricks behind their backs.

The next thing to do is to rectify the order and gradually solve the problem.

"Do I look impulsive?"

Luke raised his eyebrows, his tone showing a relaxed smile.

He can understand Howard's concern, the simplest and most rude means are often used in the end.

Gambling, fighting, competing, fighting... This is the norm in gambling games of different sizes.

No one would think about violently overturning the table as soon as they sat up without even thinking time.

That will only lead to fewer and fewer people participating in the game.

In the end, there was only myself, alone and bored throwing the dice.

"I'm just coming up with an idea, don't get too nervous."

Luke waved his hand to reassure Howard and Captain America.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Howard breathed a sigh of relief. If Superman insisted on doing that, he couldn't stop him.

"I understand that sometimes lies are more persuasive than the truth."

Luke paused, looked at Howard, and said softly: "The main problem is not the president. He sits in that seat and everyone pays attention to his every move, so he can't make a big mess."

Of course, if the president is an accordion-savvy master operator who often says "no one knows better than me", that's a different story.

Tell the truth directly, tell the public that there is a future man who pretended to be the president and exiled himself to another parallel universe.

This sounds more like a science fiction movie, but it is too advanced and not very credible.

It is not easy for people in this era to accept complex concepts such as parallel universes, future time and space, and clones.

"The cake has to be eaten one bite at a time, and the road has to be taken step by step. I plan to deal with Essex Bio first and trample Mr Omen to death."

Luke tapped the table with his fingers and asked Jarvis in his pajamas for a glass of whisky.

He used the most insipid tone and said the most fierce and cruel words.

"This idea is correct."

Howard nodded, he thought so too.

Essex Bio, with its advanced and cutting-edge cloning technology, is ready to create a formidable army of super warriors at any time.

They dare to openly assassinate themselves today, and they may attack others tomorrow.

This is a ticking time bomb that needs to be defused.

"If you want to bring down Essex, find an acquaintance who can provide useful information and act as the right tool."

Howard's eyes flashed.

Put aside the auras of S.H.I.E.L.D. scientific advisors, world-class geniuses, etc.

He is also a successful businessman and qualified capitalist.

How to use effective means to destroy a rising enterprise as soon as possible.

In this regard, he is quite experienced.

After all, the more you see, the more you know.

"You mean Emma?"

Luke quickly understood what Howard meant, and the only person who could help was Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.

Speaking of which, after returning to Universe 1024, he hadn't had time to meet those...women.

Recalling the old, hugging, revisiting the intimacy of the past... these things can be done later, not in a hurry.

He was only gone for eight months, not eight years.

Not to the point where Captain America woke up from his slumber and everything changed and changed dramatically.

At this point, the world situation is fast-forwarding to the Cold War phase of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

"bingo!"

Howard snapped his fingers and pulled the pasta on the plate with his fork.

Just made this by Jarvis, it tastes average, but it fills the stomach.

The three of them were sitting in the restaurant chatting, making trouble with the housekeeper who had already gone to bed, and by the way, let the other party settle for a late night snack.

"You may not know that the White Queen, she is now the leader of the Hellfire Club and one of the representatives of the moderate mutants."

Howard rolled the noodles and said: "Essex Bio, they are very interested in mutants, and three months after you left, they took over by the president's order and the pressure from the Pentagon. The mutant work that was originally in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Originally, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a gentle and soft-hearted policy toward mutants. Winning, monitoring, and recording lists has greatly eased the relationship between the two sides."

"But Essex is not so patient. They continued the military's rough and tough way of doing things, which caused a lot of trouble and fueled public opinion."

Hearing this, Luke's expression did not change, but his eyes became a little colder.

"According to what I know about Emma, ​​she should make some moves."

For the White Queen, Essex Bio is just a small role on the surface.

Behind it stood Mr. Omen, an alpha-class mutant with multiple abilities.

"They've had some... conflicts."

Howard nodded.

The White Queen is not the type to swallow her voice.

Her Hellfire Club had fought several times with Essex Bio, but in the end it failed to gain the upper hand.

"At the time of the Paris Peace Summit, the registration bill for mutants and related policies were prepared."

Howard has some regrets. He understands Luke's layout and how much effort S.H.I.E.L.D. has put into it.

"However, Essex Biological Company stepped in and turned the originally moderated race relations into sharp contradictions."

Luke was silent for a moment and said softly: "It doesn't matter, a positive hero always needs a villain to set off."

"Essex, it played the role perfectly."

...

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Hellfire Club.

in the hall.

The White Queen sat on the upper seat, and the soft and delicate red carpet was spread from under her feet to the door.

"Emma, ​​what are you going to do?"

The silver fox Keira, who was standing beside her, glanced at her sister with a cold face.

During this time, Essex Bio has stepped up efforts to capture mutants.

Those clone fighters, their actions are more frequent, and more and more compatriots have become prisoners.

As the representative camp of mutants, the Hellfire Club has carried out many rescues with little success.

"do not know."

The White Queen shook her head.

On the one hand, Essex Bio has the government as an umbrella, and everything it does is reasonable and legal.

Arresting mutants is also for reasons such as assisting investigations and cooperating with inspections.

On the other hand, she is no match for Mr. Omen.

That guy is an Alpha-class mutant, and he also has telepathy-like innate abilities.

In a head-to-head contest, the White Queen will only end in a disastrous defeat.

"I want to take everyone back to Boston, integrate the forces at hand, unite more compatriots, and resist the oppression of Essex Bio."

In the hall, there are only the White Queen and her sister Yinhu, and there is no need to hide their words.

"What about you? I heard that you are going to Canada with Logan? He has no other hobbies besides smoking cigars, drinking, and fighting. He also has a beast-like brother by his side."

The White Queen persuaded.

She didn't think Wolverine was worthy of her own sister. Using the public's standard of judgment, the wolf had nothing to offer except being strong and wild.

No money, no house, and a grumpy old man who acts as a light bulb in the two-person world.

If you really want to be together, your married life will definitely not be happy.

"You have too many misunderstandings about Logan. He is actually a... very obedient person."

Keira smiled softly, she had already tamed Wolverine.

The only thing that needs to be considered may be the other's elder brother, saber-toothed tiger.

Out of the intuition of the psychic, Keira felt that Logan's irritable brother didn't seem to like her very much.

"I remember that S.H.I.E.L.D. wanted to build an exclusive school for mutants, and then let you manage it... This plan was shelved?"

Kayla changed the subject. With the disappearance of Superman, the contradiction between mainstream society and mutants has become increasingly fierce.

The situation of the Hellfire Club has also become difficult.

"That's all in the past."

The White Queen shook her head, with a trace of nostalgia in her eyes.

Although, she and a guy who disappeared were just special friends who came to the last friendly match occasionally.

However, many things can only be understood as precious when they are lost.

There is no Superman standing in front, bearing the coveted gaze, malicious intentions, and heavy pressure of the federal government, all forces.

The Hellfire Club was simply precarious and struggling.

Not to mention continuing to develop, even its own existence is threatened.

"A while ago, it seemed that everything was improving, and it seemed that mutants would have a bright future, but it was an illusion."

The White Queen lost her interest and bowed her head and said, "That's just because someone gave us hope. When he's gone, all promises come to nothing."

"S.H.I.E.L.D. can no longer protect mutants. Without Superman, it can't protect itself, and it will be dismembered sooner or later."

Kayla sighed. Unlike her younger sister, the White Queen, she wanted to be the leader of the mutant camp.

To be treated equally and to live a normal life is the dream of all compatriots.

She is no exception.

Who wants to go to Canada if they can take root in New York, Boston, and other cities.

Keira is very clear that in Wolverine Logan's career planning, taxi drivers are actually a higher priority than lumberjacks.

"So I have such an important position in your heart? This is really flattering."

A frivolous voice came from outside the hall.

Under the surprised eyes of the White Queen, Luke stepped on the red carpet and walked all the way to the top seat.

"What? Are you not happy to see me?"

Looking at the white queen whose brain seemed to be down, Luke reached out and pinched the other's chin, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

And the silver fox Keira, who was standing aside, felt that her existence seemed a little redundant.

She was also very sensible, and silently exited the hall, leaving the battlefield to the two of them.