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The tall figure descended with a bang, like an active volcano eruption with a powerful atmosphere, filling up the spacious study.

Leaning back in a high-backed chair, the Black Queen, Selene, narrowed her eyes. The turbulent airflow was like a gale swept up from the ground, lifting the vintage robes and waist-length black hair.

The anxious expression on Sebastian's face instantly solidified, and an uncontrollable fear appeared in his eyes.

"Catching up so quickly ..."

He had some trouble believing. 'Superman could do magic?'

It's a master's signature skill to use a casting medium to open a portal.

Luke stepped out of the circular passage, and his sharp eyes swept over the horrified Sebastian Shaw.

The two confronted each other with insight, without the classic villain's declaration or the clichéd and boring pre-battle dialogue.

Luke's feet were on the ground, drawing a short and straight line.

His right hand made a fist, and a terrifying force gathered.

Boom!

The explosion was so loud that it almost overturned the roof.

Sebastian's head felt like it had been hit with a heavy hammer and his feet staggered backward.

The strong body suddenly appeared in an illusory shadow.

This was him absorbing the terrible power Superman was releasing.

The other party was like a titan beast in human skin. A punch came down, and Sebastian Shaw, who had taken a cruise missile head-on and easily absorbed the energy of the blast, was a bit overwhelmed.

When he thought of him tearing up the three 'battleship-classes,' pushing the carriers and knocking the wind out of Namor, he couldn't help but feel a deep chill in his heart.

Compared with the King of Atlantis, who suffered a broken back, Sebastian was much more sober.

He didn't think he could be Superman's opponent -- unless he could wait until he absorbed atomic energy, became a humanoid nuclear weapon, and thoroughly strengthened himself.

Otherwise, his chances of winning were very low.

"The legendary Superman lives up to his name."

Selene, the Black Queen, licked her red lips. Her sparkling eyes, like a lake of spring water, could melt any male creature.

This powerful witch has always liked strong men best.

Fancying the lean, strong, steel-reinforced Superman.

To be precise, 'I crave Luke's body.'

If Sebastian Shaw, who was in the way, wasn't here. She would take the initiative to offer herself up and compete for three hundred rounds with the other party.

"Fuck! Selene, you crazy woman! At this point, can't you just put away your hormones for a while ..."

Sebastian glanced at the Black Queen, his ally, and almost vomited blood.

The thirsty eyes, the desire, were almost overflowing.

Admittedly, Superman's strong physique, tall figure, and sharp outlines were very attractive to women.

But it was a life-and-death battle right now. Selene's brain was full of images not suitable for children, not helping at all!

This made Sebastian, who was struggling to gain support, lose his calm.

It was as if the support team wasn't sitting on the sidelines quietly watching the game but also typing out on the jumbotron, 'Hey, look at the other team, so powerful, so great!'

"Shaw, pay attention to your words. I'm not one of those silly young people in the club who you easily fool."

The Black Queen coldly spoke.

She didn't think highly of Sebastian Shaw, who relied on organ transplants to activate mutant abilities.

Selene was even more proud than her younger counterparts as a mutant who had lived a long life.

The few people she would acknowledge were probably the self-proclaimed god, Apocalypse, and the other party's little follower, Mister Sinister.

The rest of the mutants?

Selene wasn't deliberately targeting anyone; they were all garbage anyway.

"Essex! The famous Mister Sinister won't want Apocalypse to wake up! But if I die, the Mutant God will surely be awakened!"

Sebastian gnashed his teeth and wanted to strangle the easily swayed Black Queen.

"Is this a threat? I'll make a note of it, Shaw."

Selene pulled back her smile and finally rose from her high-backed chair.

Don't judge by this woman's body that was full of charming aura, and every move could arouse a man's desire.

Like ripe, full fruit that made people drool,

She was a famous witch.

Calculating her age carefully, she was almost the same age as the Ancient One.

And Selene's style was bold and unrestrained. She always took pleasure in enslaving men and playing with their bodies and souls.

To some extent, it could be said that there were countless 'toys' and many more 'battles.'

Most of the men she took a fancy to didn't end well.

Either they would be eaten up, and their souls absorbed.

Or they would be reduced to licking dogs and playing with them to death.

Because, in addition to being a witch, the Black Queen Selene was also a mutant.

Her natural ability was to absorb life.

Through physical contact, she could absorb vitality and strengthen one of her physical attributes.

This was the real reason why Selene's face hadn't aged for thousands of years.

She relied on depriving others of their life force to maintain her youth, beauty, and energy.

"Major General, can we sit down and talk first?"

Black Queen warned Sebastian Shaw. Her hands were slightly closed, slowly releasing a spell.

A black mist exploded, bringing with it a dense aura of death, enveloping the imposing Superman.

"Slow speed, drawn strength, chaotic spirit ... a high-order master."

The bio-force field was in full swing; Luke wasn't affected at all; he had the powerful Superhuman card.

Boom!

A kick struck Sebastian Shaw, who emerged as a mass of shadow figures, struggling to absorb the power exerted by Superman.

"Selene! Your spells won't work on him!"

Sebastian shouted in anger.

Now he looked as if he was gorging himself on food and was approaching the limit of his appetite.

Superman linked continuous hits like crazy, making the Black King feel the sense of crisis brought by death inching closer and closer.

The sickle that would harvest his life came closer to his neck.

"Show your true ability!"

Sebastian raved.

He could absorb various forms of energy, but he was still an ordinary person in essence.

Regardless of reaction speed, or movement ability, he couldn't keep up with Superman's pace.

This meant that Sebastian could only receive the beatings passively.

There was no way to launch a counterattack while there was no room to dodge.

"Shut up!"

The Black Queen raised her hand and pointed. Sebastian Shaw's mouth felt like it was sewn shut, and no sound could come out.

Then, the right hand moved while the black smoke lingered on her.

A strong, pungent smell of sulfur filled the whole room.

"Pulling down a meteorite without preparation is too dangerous."

Luke stopped his attack and turned his head to look at the Black Queen, who was surrounded by a circle of magic fluctuations, and a cold glint swept through his eyes.

Afterward,

There was a boom.

The tall figure smashed through the roof.

Halfway up in the air.

A huge fireball smashed down!

...

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Luke rushed into the air and looked at the huge meteorite that was the size of a house and glowed with fire.

His eyes slightly focused, crimson beams of light swept up and down, left and right, crosscutting.

Zing zing zing!

The hot rays that evaporated flesh and blood were like red-hot knives, chopping up the large meteorite that could cover half a block.

Then, the bio-force field suddenly opened up, exerting a terrifying force that crushed the broken rocks that fell like a rainstorm into powder.

Above the air, dust fluttered and went away with the wind.

A crisis suddenly disappeared.

"Well done! I thought you would continue to fight Sebastian Shaw regardless of the damage done to others."

The Ancient One suddenly appeared behind Luke.

There was a look of approval on her face. She didn't seem to think that the Major General would make this surprising choice.

'Does it mean that the other party had the potential to become a hero hidden deep inside his heart?'

"They can't get away anyway."

Luke said calmly, indicating that the Sorcerer Supreme thought too much.

As a positive character, the mainstay of the order-keeping side, the young Major General of the United States, the only beacon of light in the human world, the leader of the Howling Commandos, the first Director of S.H.I.E.L.D, the female warlock pile driver ... Bah!

Cross out the last one!

Luke thought that he should do some good deeds occasionally; of course, he had to harvest reputation.

"I didn't expect Sebastian Shaw to be associated with Selene, the witch. And she had joined the Hellfire Club."

The Ancient One's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. Today, she was wearing a suit and tie instead of a hooded robe.

Since it wasn't an upscale suit, it didn't look well-pressed, and she looked more like a bald insurance salesman who lost his hair early in life than a Wall Street elite.

"That woman is the Black Queen of the Hellfire Club."

Luke scanned the room with his supervision and found Sebastian Shaw in the study. Selene had unexpectedly run away.

The opponent had skills similar to those masters from Kamar Taj, opening a teleportation path, which could appear anywhere.

"Not only that, Selene is a very powerful witch."

Luke picked his eyebrows. He was a little surprised.

There were very few masters who would be praised by the Sorcerer Supreme and are qualified to be worthy of her evaluation.

"Major General, when facing her in the future, you should be careful."

The Ancient One warned seriously.

"Selene was born in a tribe in Central Europe. When she was still a baby in her infancy, she awakened her mutant talents."

"Her mother regarded it as a miracle, and didn't hesitate to sacrifice her vitality as a nutrient for her.

Other elders of the tribe ordered everyone to do so ... thus Selene showed great strength from childhood."

Luke's heart was stunned. He didn't expect the Black Queen to have such experiences.

"Selene has lived a long life by drawing on the lives of others. During this time, she obtained the Runestaff from Asgard, thus increasing her strength."

The Ancient One stopped explaining and spoke without delay, "Thousands of years ago, she went to the then rising Roman Empire, supported a down-and-out poet to become a member of the Senate, and conspired to hold a ceremony to become a god, but fortunately it was unsuccessful."

"Later, she established an evil sect in Brazil, calling herself a goddess."

"To sum up, this woman is very dangerous! Don't let her touch you, Major General."

"Otherwise--"

The Ancient One paused and took a few glances at Superman, who was physically strong and exuded a masculine aura, and seriously said, "You might get sucked dry by her."

Luke's eyebrows were slightly wrinkled. He vaguely felt this sudden overwhelming opinion left embarrassing tire marks on his face, a clean hit and run.

"Ancient One, are you going to make a move?"

He asked curiously.

As the saying goes, everyone has their specialties. A powerful witch who held the staff from Asgard and lived for thousands of years should naturally be handed over to the Sorcerer Supreme to handle.

"Sorry, Kamar Taj is a little busy. I've been away for too long, and Dormammu is ready at the door again ... collecting debts."

The Ancient One shook her head decisively and stopped at the end.

"Then, opening a portal would be okay right?"

Luke's mouth twitched as he felt that Dormammu was perhaps the unluckiest dimensional demon god.

The current Sorcerer Supreme, the Ancient One, refused to pay back her debt, just like an old scoundrel.

The next Sorcerer Supreme, Strange, not only did this but also forced Dormammu to negotiate, forcing the other party to tear up the IOUs voluntarily.

If the twists and turns of the experience were written out, it would be enough to turn into clickbait articles!

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"I'll open the portal and send the enemy straight to you!"

The Ancient One said quite readily with a wave of her hand.

She drew a circle in the air. The magic sparks splashed and jumped.

"This is ... the dam base in Akalia Lake?"

Luke paused and walked into the circular passage.

Sebastian Shaw, not far away, looked at him with a puzzled face.

"You ..."

This Black King of the Hellfire Club was inwardly shaken.

He ran away to Egypt with Selene; how come he was dragged back in an instant?

"This may be fate, Mr. Shaw."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and strode over.

The Black Queen had the appropriate magical means to evade the Sorcerer Supreme's spatial transmission.

Therefore, only Sebastian Shaw, an unlucky man, was left to face Superman.

Boom!

The frequent explosion-like sound echoed in the tunnel of the dam base.

Sebastian had a fierce look in his eyes like a hungry wolf cornered in a desperate situation.

Feeling the strong wind blowing in his face, he released the terrible energy he had absorbed before.

Dong!

Luke looked like he had received a heavy blow from himself. His whole body fell back and smashed deeply into the solid and thick alloy wall.

"Hiss! That's right, that's better!"

He didn't have the slightest irritation but showed an excited smile.

He held the walls with both hands and pulled himself out of that humanoid dent in the wall.

With a heavy step on the ground, like a catapulted jet, he instantly moved toward Sebastian Shaw.

The former exerted a terrifying force, which was enough to sink a huge ship, while the latter absorbed and then released it.

As soon as the two came into contact, a circle of airwaves visible to the naked eye vibrated around their bodies.

"We don't have to be enemies."

Sebastian overcame his fear and fought back and forth with Superman. It seemed that he had the delusion that the other party wasn't as terrible as he thought.

He decisively turned his eloquent speech mode, trying to persuade Luke to turn war into friendship and avoid this senseless battle.

"Major General Cavill, Namor has been dealt with by you, and Superman has stopped the war between Atlantis and the land world; you have gained both prestige and power."

Sebastian's body changed into countless shadows as he absorbed energy and released it, trying his best to maintain the fragile balance.

Superman seemed tireless.

His fist swung faster and faster; even the air was bursting over and over, making harsh sounds as if he was breaking through the sound barrier.

According to common sense, when the opponent launches a fierce attack, he would also suffer damage from the recoil caused by Sebastian's energy release.

Luke seemed to have completely ignored this point and shook his fist, unmoved.

For a while, the scene was as if some unknown 'high school student' activated his invisible 'stand in' and sent out the crazy 'ora ora ora ora ora.'

"I'm sorry, Mr. Shaw. I just want to kill you or be killed by you."

The cold voice penetrated through the strong winds of his punches and the violent flow of air and reached Sebastian Shaw's ears.

"I saw that the battlefield was the dam base, and I wanted to open the floodway so you could experience the wonderful taste of being pulverized."

"However, I quickly changed my mind. Compared with the flood breaking the bank, the pain of the moment, as you watch yourself approaching death, seemed to add to the sense of despair."

In just a few seconds, Luke threw hundreds of punches.

Almost putting the tunnel into a vacuum state and almost suffocating Sebastian Shaw.

"I can give the Hellfire Club and the mutants to ..."

Sebastian strived for the hope of survival, but unfortunately, Superman was a killer who couldn't understand his feelings.

After a minute and 20 seconds,

Luke stopped the attack.

His chest stretched like a bellow, emitting heavy breaths.

Sweat slowly slid down his forehead.

Compared to Sabretooth and Wolverine, the two mutants with self-healing factors as his sparring partners.

Sebastian Shaw, who could absorb energy and fight back, was more suitable for the job.

"I like to take what I want myself."

Luke looked at Sebastian Shaw, who was constantly moving in multiple shadows, and smiled, "Good-bye, Mr. Shaw."

He exhaled a long sigh and turned to leave.

Sebastian Shaw felt desperate and tried to absorb the violent energy before releasing it.

However, he couldn't do it!

The fragile balance had been broken, and everything was out of control.

"What's the difference between you and me? Even if you become the King of Hellfire Club, you would only be a tyrant!"

Sebastian shouted out his emotions.

Luke paused slightly and then moved on.

"We may all be the same kind of people, but I'm better than you, Mr. Shaw. Only the winners are qualified to speak."

The heavy metal gate closed with a bang.

Immediately afterward, there was a huge explosion!

...

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The fascinating thing about the future is that it was unpredictable.

The cruelty of reality was to be caught unprepared.

For the young mutants of the Hellfire Club and the undersea people of Atlantis,

Like a bolt from the blue, the shocking news was like a tornado, coming so fast that they weren't even mentally prepared.

"What? My King's back was broken? And he's a cold-blooded butcher who was going to destroy the world?"

"What? My leader blew up and didn't even leave an intact corpse?"

The next day, in the conference room on Liberty Island.

The mutants were specially invited to participate in the negotiations.

There were also Atlanteans who didn't know whether to be happy or angry.

The two looked at each other.

Intense sadness surged up in their hearts.

After just one night, how come it felt like the whole world had changed?

As expected, there were surprises and unexpected outcomes, and you never know which one would come first.

"Mr. Major General, what are you going to do with ... Namor?"

The representative group from Atlantis reacted faster than the mutants whose minds were shaken.

Ultimately, these undersea people were no different from politicians in the land world, accustomed to seeing where the wind was blowing.

After learning of Namor's broken back, they automatically omitted even the honorific title of His Majesty the King and called him by his first name instead.

"The crimes committed by Namor McKenzie are not only against the land world but also Atlantis."

Luke, who directly flew back to Liberty Island, tapped his fingers on the table, but his face didn't show any emotions.

"He was ready to launch the ultimate weapon that could destroy Atlantis and sink the entire North American continent. Do you know how many people would die in this disaster?"

"In addition to the destruction of the land world, the sinking of the continents, the tsunamis and earthquakes would destroy the stable ecology of the marine world ... Namor McKenzie claims that all those marine creatures are his people. Why would a king slaughter his people?"

The Navy Secretary Nimitz, sitting next to him, hissed and drew a breath of cold air.

'Killing people and then destroying their hearts?'

'As expected of Major General Cavill!'

Once the above remarks are sunk in,

Namor would be nailed to the column of shame, associated with all the Kings of Atlantis before him.

The possibility of trying to turn around was slim to none!

"I saw early on that Namor wouldn't make a good King!"

This statement was delivered after the fact.

"That's right! How can a King with impure blood lead the people of Atlantis!"

This was a supporter of the lineage argument.

"Fortunately, Major General has prevented this terrible crisis. Otherwise, the good reputation of Atlantis would probably be destroyed by Namor."

This was someone who jumped on the bandwagon with no moral integrity.

To sum up, after Namor lost power, the top leaders of Atlantis decisively abandoned him.

From this point of view, the blue-skinned underwater people have something in common with the French.

That was, they don't like their own King.

If necessary, they would rather send the other party to the gallows.

"Now that we have reached a preliminary consensus on the disposal of Namor."

Luke cleared his throat and made a final decision, "Then we will wait until the negotiations are over and leave it to the court and jury of Atlantis and the land world to decide."

After exchanging opinions for a while, the Atlantis delegation nodded and agreed.

They didn't have the courage and qualifications to refuse.

Luke often mentioned the ultimate weapon from Atlantis in between his words.

After Namor's defeat, the Continental Shelf Oscillator from the ancient gods naturally became a trophy for the land world.

Thinking about this, the representatives from Atlantis were even more depressed.

They can't help but scold Namor from the bottom of their hearts.

"As for Sebastian Shaw, I said he was a remnant of the Third Reich, a conspirator trying to subvert the rule of the free world, a traitor among the mutants. Nobody would object, would they?"

After talking about Namor, who had fallen from grace and suffered a broken back, Luke swept his eyes back to the Hellfire Club.

The main representatives of the opposing side were the White Queen, who was still dumbfounded, and the younger mutant.

"Major General Cavill, I have something to say..."

As a mutant in the club, second only to the Black King Sebastian Shaw, the White Queen now took the lead.

She lifted her right hand and placed it near her temple.

The psychic ability extended out silently like a tidal wave.

Superman was indeed very powerful, but an invulnerable body may not be the same as an invulnerable mind.

"Oh, Miss Frost, what do you want to say?"

Luke looked at the young White Queen with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

The two of them looked at each other, and the moment they met, their eyes closed.

Bang!

The unstoppable psychic ability seemed to hit a brick wall.

There was neither thought reading nor mind control.

The invisible and insubstantial psychic fluctuations were completely blocked back.

"That hurts!"

Emma, the White Queen, only felt dizzy. Her eyes went dark and almost fell on the table on the spot.

"How is this ... possible?"

She didn't want to believe it, and she couldn't possibly believe it. She had failed!

The main reason why Sebastian Shaw could shield him from her psychic ability was because of the metal helmet made of unknown material.

But what was the Major General sitting in front of her, with a smile on his face, relying on?

He obviously didn't do anything to protect himself!

"Miss Frost, are you all right?"

Luke's tone was slightly concerned as if he had a close relationship with the White Queen.

Immediately afterward, he swept over the rest of the Hellfire Club and continued, "Miss Frost, I would like to thank you for speaking. If it weren't for your initiative to provide information to S.H.I.E.L.D. and expose Sebastian Shaw's plot to destroy the world, I'm afraid I'd still be in the dark."

"If they succeed in activating the Continental Shelf Oscillator, it will cause unpredictable casualties and losses to the land world, as well as Atlantis -- it's no exaggeration to say that you saved the world!"

The Major General was sincere and full of emotion; there was no hint of falsehood.

With that, he stood up and gave a military salute.

Pa pa pa! Pa pa pa!

Seeing Superman take the lead, the rest of the group joined in, applauded, and looked at the White Queen with grateful, admiring eyes.

Only Emma, who was the target, showed a bewildered look.

"I didn't ... I'm not ..."

In a dizzy state, the White Queen's head was full of buzzing noises.

The whole person was like a crashing computer with a burnt-out processor.

It wasn't until the applause died down and the negotiations returned to normal that she reacted to what had happened.

"When did I ever inform you about Sebastian Shaw?"

Facing the huge honor of saving the world,

The White Queen's eyes were dull as if she had lost her ability to think.

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'I didn't do anything; how could I be appointed as a hero to save the world?'

The White Queen's mind was full of question marks, and her face looked baffled.

In particular, the senior officials from the Navy Department surrounded her with enthusiastic applause and endless praise.

It was as if she really did what Luke said she did and saved the planet from a terrible disaster.

"What the hell is this ..."

The White Queen subconsciously looked at Luke, who was smiling gently. The young Major General's eyes were unusually calm, like an observer watching a play.

When she thought of the sincere speech he had just made, which was as honest as if it had actually happened, she seemed to understand something.

'He did it on purpose ...!'

Her brain felt like a basin of cold water had been poured over it, and she instantly came to her senses.

The White Queen tried her best to break free from the dizziness and suddenly found that the compatriots from the Hellfire Club looked at her strangely.

After settling down, those complicated emotions turned into sharp sword-like screams of rebuke ...

Traitor!

Snitch!

For a psychic, interpreting the emotions and thoughts of others was a fundamental skill.

Obviously, at this time, she had become a traitor in the eyes of her compatriots!

'No, they misunderstood!'

The White Queen's red lips were slightly open as if she wanted to defend herself.

Even though she didn't like what Sebastian Shaw did,

She even resisted his intention to use the Continental Shelf Oscillator as an important bargaining chip to threaten the human world -- not only would it harm humans, but it wouldn't do any good for the mutants either.

Even so, the White Queen never wanted to betray the Hellfire Club, and the 'King' brought her into the organization.

The cohesiveness within the mutant community had been strong because most of them have had tragic experiences involving persecution.

Similar experiences, unique natural abilities, and external exclusion and discrimination forced them to gather together.

So, when Sebastian Shaw ascended to the top.

And after showing great strength, he easily gathered a group of compatriots.

Later, Magneto was able to lead the Brotherhood for the same reason.

To put it bluntly, it was the external pressure that forced the mutants to unite internally.

Therefore, as a part of the rejected members of normal society.

The White Queen would never voluntarily choose to leave the Hellfire Club or the mutant community.

That would eliminate the last place she had to stay, the last community she could fit into.

The consequences of being abandoned by the collective were much more frightening than ordinary discrimination and oppression.

That's why Sebastian Shaw didn't directly rule out the unstable factors when he learned that the other party was in personal contact with her sister in S.H.I.E.L.D and at the same time contradicted his plan.

Because the White Queen has nowhere to go!

Staying in the Hellfire Club, she was a proud and powerful mutant, a beautiful and noble Queen.

If she lost this and returned to the human world, she would only become a freak and a monster in the eyes of others.

"Miss Frost, I heard that you and Agent Kayla of S.H.I.E.L.D are sisters."

Luke casually mentioned this matter and smiled lightly, "In view of the unfair treatment of mutants and the future development. S.H.I.E.L.D will soon hold a peace summit in Paris, at which time all countries will participate."

"You must attend as a representative, so the whole world would know the terrible situation that mutants are facing."

The Major-General looked at the White Queen, who was lost in thought and went to her side, reaching out to squeeze her shoulder.

"Miss Frost, you wouldn't refuse this offer, would you?"

The White Queen shrank back and nodded heavily after a long pause.

The diamond-like hard sparkling appearance still couldn't cover up her fragile heart.

In the face of Superman, who could resist?

...

...

"Why are you doing this?"

As the night deepened, the White Queen broke into Luke's suite and asked angrily.

She hasn't been with Sebastian Shaw long enough, and she was far from mature enough to hide her emotions.

"Good evening, Miss Frost."

Luke seemed to know that the other party would come and specially prepared an extra cup.

"Red wine or whisky?"

He asked.

"Please answer my question, Major General!"

The White Queen's face was as frosty; the corners of her eyes and eyebrows carried a dense fury.

Psychic energy swept through the living room like a storm.

Unfortunately, Luke, who was in the middle of it, was unmoved and had a smile on his lips, "The reason is very simple and very complicated."

"I need a spokesperson for the mutant side. You're perfect for it, Miss Frost."

The White Queen was slightly stunned, and her fierce temper suddenly weakened.

'Spokesperson?'

'Me?'

"Do you want to be the new leader of the Hellfire Club?"

The White Queen frowned and quickly figured out what Luke was really thinking.

Use her to control the Hellfire Club.

Then go one step further and gather the mutant population.

"My compatriots don't trust humans! Major General, you're expecting too much!"

After clearing her mind, the White Queen sneered,

"And thanks to that honor you bestowed, many in the club now see me as a traitor!"

"Heh, are you humans willing to accept snitches? Betrayal is an unwelcome and disgusting thing in any group!"

Luke poured himself a glass of whisky. The sound of ice hitting the cup wall was crisp and sweet.

He sat back on the sofa, glanced at the White Queen with his arms on his chest, and slowly said, "It's not as bad as you think, Miss Frost."

"First of all, trust can be built gradually, just as Rome wasn't built in a day."

"Secondly, the so-called snitches and traitors are only based on the fact that Sebastian Shaw was still the leader of the Hellfire Club."

"How many loyalists can there be now that he has exploded into a ketchup-like mass of unidentified paste? With the King dead, treason is no issue."

Luke beckoned to the White Queen, who kept her distance and alert, to sit down obediently.

People with psychic abilities were sought-after wherever they were.

Especially Emma Frost, the White Queen. She was an Alpha mutant, just like Professor X.

Although her ability was slightly inferior, other aspects weren't so bad.

The diamond form that could block one's mind, coupled with the leadership position in the Hellfire Club, could categorize her as a rare purple card.

"Whether mutants or humans, the nature of living beings is to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages."

Luke swirled his glass and quietly said, "As I said, S.H.I.E.L.D. is ready to hold a peace summit and announce the existence of mutants to the world at the same time."

"The persecution and rejection you have suffered in the past are partly due to your extraordinary abilities, the direction and influence of public opinion."

The White Queen stared at the amber liquid in the glass. Her attitude gradually changed from contempt to listening carefully.

"But if someone speaks up for you, changes the image of mutants, and gets the federal government to stand up for you, everything will change."

Luke painted a grand picture, depicting a bright future.

He could do this, but the process wouldn't be so simple or easy.

The existence of mutants means that human beings became a lower class.

This was the key problem that was truly difficult to solve.

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"You humans can always tell the best and most beautiful lies in the world, and at the same time, kill your fellow human beings without mercy, without even a hint of compassion."

The White Queen said, half sarcastically, half-seriously.

"Major General, how can I be sure that you are saying this from the heart and not from the promises of politicians, the conscience of a businessman, the sweet words of a man ... which are neither credible nor reliable? "

Luke was satisfied with the conversation getting back on track. He didn't want to work with an emotional creature who was overly sentimental and had trouble thinking rationally.

Sometimes it's better to sit down and discuss the benefits openly.

It was far more practical and effective than talking about sentimental dreams.

"A verbal guarantee may have no credibility, and black and white letters written in a contract may not be binding enough."

Luke said lightly.

"Sincerity depends on actions."

The White Queen nodded and agreed with this view.

Her hands subconsciously let go, no longer keeping the defensive posture of crossing her arms in front of her.

This proves that her original vigilance towards Luke was loosening.

Aware of this, the Major General smiled more and more gently and slowly said, "With all due respect, Miss Frost, what you said earlier doesn't only apply to humans, but the instinct of any living being."

Future history books may include the massacre of Native Americans by colonists on the North American continent, the burning of witches by medieval churches, and the extermination of Jews by the Third Reich ... all of them."

"But this isn't proof that humans are born with a passion for killing and a brutal, tyrannical nature; it's a warning to future generations about the terrible effects that greed, ignorance, and ambition can have on the world."

"Any species with intelligence and the ability to think are complex. If we simply use the binary concept of good and evil to judge and measure, we could only form the inherent concept of self-righteousness and prejudice."

The White Queen sat with her legs tilted, and her beautiful curves, instead of remaining tense, were gradually relaxing.

"To tell you the truth, Major General, you remind me of my college teacher."

She said,

Luke smiled faintly. The White Queen, born into a wealthy Boston family, had an obvious teacher's influence on her.

As far as he knows in the timeline, Emma Frost came close to becoming a teacher with the support of her parents.

After that, she also had brief cooperation with Professor X.

Joined Xavier's School for Gifted Youngsters and served as the principal for a while.

Later on, there were several changes of sides and positions, mostly as a teacher and leader of the younger generation of mutants.

Therefore, people with psychic abilities are probably well suited for education.

"I just hope he's not a bald guy who likes to take advantage of young schoolgirls; that would be a shock."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and spoke in a humorous tone.

The atmosphere in the living room gradually eased.

"No. He's as young as you … handsome, especially when talking, confident and infectious."

Luke keenly caught the dull light in the White Queen's eyes and guessed that she had been in a not-so-fulfilling teacher-student relationship.

"Then he's a lucky guy to have an admirer like Miss Frost."

He continued to cut into the topic as if making small talk.

"When I was young, I didn't understand."

The White Queen shook her head. She really had a crush on that teacher.

It's a pity that the ignorant first love that hasn't bloomed yet died a tragic death because of her mutant identity.

This was one of the reasons that prompted her to leave Boston.

The White Queen was discriminated against and ostracized as if being a mutant was a disgusting infectious disease.

She could only gather with her compatriots to gain a small sense of security and identity.

"Let's get back to business, Major General. How can we build trust between the Hellfire Club and S.H.I.E.L.D?"

The White Queen dismisses her distractions and realizes that she let her guard down too easily in front of Luke, which wasn't normal for a psychic.

In most cases, she should have been the dominant speaker.

"When the Peace Summit is held, S.H.I.E.L.D. will recommend that the White House promote a bill to improve the treatment for mutants."

Luke spoke with absolute certainty.

"At that time, Miss Frost will be able to see my sincerity."

His words moved the White Queen.

She wasn't an ambitious person like Sebastian Shaw, who only wanted to use the mutants as tools to win enough power and status for herself.

If S.H.I.E.L.D could really make this happen, the Hellfire Club could change sides.

"But ... there are actually quite a few people in the club who are loyal followers of Shaw."

After thinking for a moment, the White Queen felt a little hesitant.

If she agrees to do so, she would be accused of being a 'traitor' and a 'snitch.'

"As I said, it is in the nature of any living being to seek advancement and avoid disadvantages."

Luke spoke in a relaxed tone.

Sebastian Shaw was no match for him when he was alive.

Now that he's dead, what else could he do?

The Major General restrained his smile and calmly said, "The hatred and resentment of mutants towards humans mostly comes from the tragic experience of persecution and abuse."

"But, Miss Frost, you probably don't know that Sebastian Shaw, the late Black King of the Hellfire Club, once selected 431 people in Auschwitz, all of whom were prisoners between the ages of 16 and 30."

"Miss Frost, do you know what he did to them?"

Feeling Luke's calm tone, the White Queen felt palpitations in her heart and subconsciously asked, "What did Shaw do?"

"Like livestock, they were herded into steam chambers, subjected to an intense heat that made them dehydrate and faint. Then, throw them into barrels of ice to soak."

"In addition to this, there was continuous electroshock torture, hours-long beatings, floggings, and even sleep deprivation. All kinds of torture were exerted on these people until they died."

The White Queen felt chills crawl down her spine when she heard this. Though Luke described it with a calm expression, she felt as if she witnessed those brutal scenes with her own eyes.

She couldn't help but ask, "Why ... Why did Shaw do those things?"

As a later member of the Hellfire Club, Emma Frost became the "Queen" not because of her qualifications but because of her personal ability.

Therefore, she knew nothing about Sebastian Shaw's past.

"Why did he do that?"

Luke sarcastically chuckled, "Because he was trying to find the hidden code in the mutant X gene that would open the door to evolution."

"Sebastian Shaw was a graduate of Oxford University's Academy of Biological Sciences. He has the recessive X gene but hadn't awakened to his natural abilities during adolescence."

"But this guy was smart enough to discover that the X gene responds easily to external stimuli, especially violent fluctuations in emotion -- which can result in intriguing alterations that resemble chemical effects."

"The torture used was just to find out the laws of genetic changes, to master the method of 'manufacturing' mutants."

White Queen's red lips slightly open, seemingly in shock.

She didn't expect that the Black King of the Hellfire Club, who said he would fight for better rights and higher status for his compatriots, had such a dark history behind him.

"Is this all true?"

The White Queen had some difficulty in believing that. She once saw Sebastian Shaw as the savior of the mutants, a great and trustworthy teacher.

"S.H.I.E.L.D has detailed files inside. If you have any doubts, you can check them yourself. Of course, documents can be falsified, but the crimes committed always leave traces. There are several survivors of the concentration camps in Poland. They are very familiar with the King's crimes."

Luke looked at the dubious White Queen and said, "As a person with psychic abilities, there should be very few people in this world who could lie to you. I believe that when the time comes, you will be able to make the right decision."

"Miss Frost, as long as you reveal Sebastian Shaw's ugly side, you will change from being a traitor and a snitch to being the first hero to discover the truth and take action to save your compatriots."

Luke spread his hands and stated the 'perfect ending.'

Anyway, dead people don't talk. So, put all the blame on Sebastian Shaw's head.

The mutants of the Hellfire Club would gradually change their opinion of the White Queen.

The White Queen stared straight at Luke and sighed with emotion after a long while, " Major General, you are more of a mind-altering, thought-manipulating powerhouse than I am."

"It's just a matter of taking advantage of the nature of living beings. Miss Frost -- can I call you Emma? I think the Hellfire Club would be happy to accept a new King and ... a new Queen."

Luke lifted his glass, handed it to the White Queen, and smiled, "Emma, let's drink to a better future for mutants."

The latter was silent for a moment and then accepted the glass of whiskey on the rocks.

The glasses clinked with a crisp, clear sound.

This conversation, which was originally a question, turned into a discussion about the leaders of Hellfire Club and the future of mutants.

Even the White Queen herself didn't know-how.

Everything seemed to be following a written script and was executed accurately.

"The Black King has died. Major General, are you going to become the White King of the Hellfire Club?"

The White Queen took a sip of the cold liquid. Her heartfelt like, it had broken free from its heavy shackles and was no longer affected by the opinions of her compatriots.

She had to admit that if Luke did what he said, mutants would have a better future.

The thought of being able to save fellow suffering compatriots and become a ... hero.

Emma couldn't help but feel excited.

"What's the problem? The club already has a Queen, so of course, it needs a King."

Luke put down his glass and stood up.

"I think I'm a good fit, don't you?"

The White Queen also left the sofa and tilted her head slightly, looking at the tall young General with a slight smile at the corner of her lips, "I think so too."

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After successfully persuading the White Queen, Luke then focused on the peace summit attended by every country.

Naturally, the White House had no problem with it.

In this war of civilizations against Atlantis, both S.H.I.E.L.D and Superman fully demonstrated their abilities.

There was no doubt that this young star named Luke Cavill...

Since he pierced the sky with his dazzling light, it had become an important existence that no one could ignore.

According to the news from Colonel Phillips, the President recently began to beat about the bush and asked Major General Cavill if he had any idea of getting married or falling in love.

That's because he happened to have a young daughter of the same age.

Luke said he wasn't particularly interested in becoming the President's son-in-law.

If he wanted to choose, it wouldn't be Truman's turn.

There were five major political families widely recognized in the future of American politics.

They are Adams, Roosevelt, Kennedy, Bush, and Clinton.

Adams ranked first, flourished at the founding of the country.

Samuel Adams was known as a 'Founding Father,' and his cousin John Adams was one of the drafters of the Declaration of Independence.

Moreover, he served as the first Vice President and the second President.

His eldest brother's son won the election and became the sixth President.

It can be said that his family's education was profound.

Compared to Adams, Roosevelt wasn't bad either.

Many people only knew that Franklin D. Roosevelt was re-elected for four terms and brought his family to the pinnacle of power.

Few remember that Theodore Roosevelt took office as President in 1901, and the author of the famous 'speak softly, and carry a big stick' foreign policy.

Compared to the two above, Luke was more familiar with 'Kennedy,' who hadn't yet made his mark yet.

They were of Irish immigrant descent and had strong ties to the Irish mob that Uncle Frank joined.

Kennedy's grandfather was born with a business sense and made his first fortune from a pub in those days.

He then sent Kennedy's father to Harvard and successfully married the daughter of the mayor of Boston, leaping high society.

After that, Kennedy's father made a fortune from prohibition and had a great eye for investment, funding Roosevelt's presidential campaign on all fronts.

From there, after the repeal of the prohibition, he reaped rich rewards. He securely sat as the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission chairman, accumulating a large amount of wealth.

After Luke received his commendation as a Major General, the young Kennedy, who was still only a Lieutenant in the Navy, took the initiative to invite himself to several family gatherings through Uncle Frank's relationship and spoke about the core members of the Kennedy family.

So, he knew the future President, who spent only three years in the White House before being shot in public as a casual acquaintance.

After the private contact, Luke realized that the other party's lifestyle was extremely chaotic.

Perhaps it was because when young John Kennedy was 19 years old, his first girlfriend was pried away by a best-selling author, which broke the heart of a young man who believed in true love.

Since then, this guy had become a playboy whose biggest hobby was partying and had invited Luke a few times.

The attendees were young second-generation politicians and businessmen, as well as big Hollywood stars and beautiful actresses.

Kennedy's habit was to look at a woman, talk for a few minutes, and then disappear for about half an hour.

Basically, at every party, you could see this guy suddenly disappear and then reappear with weak legs.

Moreover, he also packed a long-term suite in the Waldorf Astoria, which was especially used for holding 'multiplayer matches.'

Through the long list of people who had affairs with John F. Kennedy, the most memorable one was Marilyn Monroe.

The then sex symbol was a natural beauty. She actually had an affair with both Kennedy brothers.

It could be said to be a realistic example of 'brothers in arms!'

The most interesting thing was that after John Kennedy was assassinated, his wife Jacqueline and his brother, Bobby Kennedy, went into hiding.

Comparing the memory in his mind with the present reality, Luke finally concluded that 'the presidential family's circle was chaotic.'

Many people believe in the democracy and freedom advertised by this country of 'Liberty,' but take a look at the history of the presidents, sort out the relationships behind them.

It wasn't difficult to find that each family had a background, connections and had known and dealt with each other for a long time.

To put it bluntly, the transfer of power was always in the circle of a handful of people at the top of the pyramid; it wouldn't flow into the hands of outsiders.

Statistics show that more than 17% of the members of Congress came from political families.

Like Harrison, Hamilton, Rockefeller ... These surnames have accompanied the history of the United States for 200 years and never left the historical stage.

If Luke had the idea of running for President in the future, he would certainly be invested in and courted by the political families and then pulled into the so-called political elite.

This was the truth behind so-called freedom and democracy.

"I have little interest in being a justice-oriented President and even less in being the President's son-in-law."

Luke hung up the call from the White House and silently thought, 'If it was the 45'th President's daughter they were talking about, I might have been tempted. After all, everyone has a 'patriotic' heart."

After thinking for a while, he dialed the encrypted number for S.H.I.E.L.D., a private number known only to the Director and the Commander.

The password was 'Wabiwabop.'

(Translator: it's Crazy Dave language from Plants vs. Zombies...)

Only when the answer was correct could one successfully switch to the relevant channel.

"How's the peace summit in Paris going?"

After getting rid of Namor and Sebastian Shaw, the Atlantis delegates were inclined towards peace talks.

As a result of Luke's proposal, the Congress, which used to spend all day on trivial matters, approved the proposal in a rather rare and efficient manner.

It was a rare moment of unanimity among legislators eager to make dramatic statements and gain attention.

The attitude displayed by the rest of the world was even more evident.

Each one wanted to gain access and capture the benefits quickly.

Don't blame them for being excited. There were great benefits to be gained from the initial decision on diplomatic relations and trade with Atlantis alone.

The rich resources of the deep ocean, the mining of veins, and so on could bring important changes to the development of their country.

"They are very eager -- though pretending to be calm. Right now, the countries that have ideas and are qualified to participate in the peace summit and receive a ticket to the event are the same ones from the Yalta Conference."

Carter turned over the document and replied, "Oil and gas resources, marine-derived pharmaceuticals, metal veins, and Atlantean technology are all heavyweight chips."

"Except for S.P.E.A.R, who are indifferent and only asked to participate in the peace summit without actively mentioning the allocation of resources, all other countries have a strong desire to take a piece of this big cake!"

Luke wasn't surprised by the reactions from various countries.

Except for China, which had S.P.E.A.R, the others were a bunch of people who hadn't seen the world.

The former was far more profound than S.H.I.E.L.D, Hydra, or Leviathan.

One of the predecessors of these organizations, Brotherhood of the Shield, was named 'Zhang Heng.'

That's right, the astronomer who appeared in the history books and invented the water-powered armillary sphere and the first seismograph.

His notable personal achievement was to fool a female Celestial in 114 A.D. by only talking.

The latter wanted to find a suitable star to be the cradle of her offspring.

Zhang Heng cleverly persuaded the other party to give up the earth and moon and choose the sun instead.

Therefore, if Luke wanted to go to the sun and sleep for thousands of years, he would have to steal the position from an infant Celestial.

"It's normal, S.P.E.A.R. isn't interested in Atlantis' technology; they have better things ..."

Luke chuckled lightly.

The 'Shield of Imhotep' in the West had changed over the years; much of history had been lost long ago.

But the 'Spear of Imhotep' in the East had been handed down and never cut off.

As early as the Eastern Han Dynasty, people could make things similar to the first-ever machine, even travel back in time and space. Even Sorcerer Supremes had to be polite when they met. So how can they value things from Atlantis?

Participation in the Peace Summit was more symbolic attendance and a bit of capitalistic tit for tat.

"The British can't wait, and the Soviets are demanding it, so let them show their good faith."

Luke said lightly.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is responsible for issuing admission invites. If you want a share of the cake, you have to pay the price."

Carter was well aware of the Director's thoughts. Luke had vaguely revealed a long time ago that he intended to establish a large international organization called the 'World Security Council.'

Dedicated to providing funds and authority, that means foolish investors that have a lot of money.

The purpose was to enable S.H.I.E.L.D. to develop more rapidly and effectively.

'I'll actively negotiate towards this. '

Carter made a mental note.

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Luke had been a little busy recently.

On the one hand, as a negotiator, we should quickly reach a preliminary agreement with Atlantis and the Hellfire Club to prepare for the peace summit later.

Otherwise, when the time came, if there was no agreement and someone directly flipped the table, wouldn't it be embarrassing?

The former was easy to say since Namor, the hapless child, was badly broken.

The marine people were inclined to peace talks, and their willingness to fight was weak.

The sudden catastrophe that occurred tens of thousands of years ago had left an undeniable trauma on the Atlanteans.

The original martial and heroic character had turned conservative and closed-minded.

If Namor hadn't lost his mind and listened to Sebastian Shaw's advice, there wouldn't have been this inexplicable war between civilizations.

For 10,000 years, Atlantis had never even wanted to set foot on land, let alone have in-depth contact and communication.

Therefore, Luke specially formulated a series of measures called the 'cultural integration plan.

Although the land people and the marine people had different skin colors, other biological organs, and different levels of civilization,

But for entertainment culture, Atlantis was still in a very backward stage of development.

Their biggest leisure and entertainment activity in the whole country was to go to the arena to watch gladiatorial fights -- these were the leftovers of the Roman Empire many years ago.

Poor Atlanteans!

To promote mutual friendship and cultural exchange between the two civilizations, Luke decided to have S.H.I.E.L.D. prepare several cultural products to be exported in future cooperation.

For example, Nintendo, song collections, Hollywood action movies, variety shows ... Anyway, things that could attract the public were packed and sent to Atlantis.

He believed that those undersea people who had no leisure life and had to endure the exploitation of the noble class, besides physical sports and watching gladiator fights every day, would be interested in these items.

Even the terrorist leaders who hate American imperialists and plan various suicide attacks, the leaders of Al Qaeda, still played Final Fantasy 7 and watched Tom and Jerry.

Therefore, positions and ways of thinking didn't conflict with personal hobbies.

Luke always thought that the only thing that people on earth may have had a lead-in from other cosmic civilizations was probably the entertainment industry.

After all, games, movies, and the soda industry were moneymakers.

Star-Lord, the son of a Celestial, is a loyal fan of the classic golden oldies, plus the King of awkward dancing.

One of the five gods, the daughter of Galactus, has a special liking for fried chicken, hamburgers, and soda.

Thor, the prince of Asgard, indulged in Fortnite and eventually degenerated into a slob.

Thus, when it came to eating, drinking, and having fun, people on earth were quite competitive.

"Are you sure you want to put these ... plans into the file?"

Carter, who was sitting across the table, did the secretarial work.

As Luke spoke, she took quick notes.

However, could this so-called 'cultural integration' really work?

The female Commander of S.H.I.E.L.D expressed her doubts.

"Believe me; sometimes some seemingly insignificant entertainment is no worse than a tank or a cannon."

Luke nodded his head and turned the people of Atlantis into loyal supporters of land world 'culture'.

From time to time, some illicit goods would be included, showing the strongest means from the country of 'Liberty' to promote the universal value of 'freedom and democracy.'

If the French Revolution and Marxist principles were exported to Atlantis, there might be hope for an unprecedented democratic and affirmative action campaign for the undersea people.

Luke's mind was made up. He intended to use Atlantis as a huge gold mine.

It would be better to let S.H.I.E.L.D. jump over the constraints of each country and hold the trade exchange between the two sides to become a dominant middleman.

However, the conservatism in Atlantis was too strong. The establishment of preliminary diplomacy and superficial trade was as close as they could get after repeated negotiations.

"If you can't get anything from the negotiation table, you can use other means."

Luke said.

"What about Hellfire Club?"

Carter thought about it but chose to remain skeptical.

She couldn't understand the amazing functions that common leisure items and recreational activities could play.

"Emma Frost accepted my suggestion and decided to become a 'hero' and save her compatriots from the mire."

Luke's lips picked up a smile and lightheartedly said, "Working with S.H.I.E.L.D. is the most suitable way out for mutants. The White Queen should be able to grasp this opportunity."

"But wasn't she hostile to humans before?"

Carter stopped writing and looked up at Luke with a questioning look.

"What kind of bewitchment did the Director put in her head so that an Alpha-level mutant could easily put aside her prejudices and risk becoming a mutant traitor to work with S.H.I.E.L.D.? Especially since she's the one with psychic manipulation and mind control abilities."

Luke's smug expression froze instantly as he asked tentatively, "What have you heard?"

Carter shook her head and sneered, "All I know is that the White Queen of the Hellfire Club knocked on the door of the Director's room after the negotiation meeting at Liberty Island."

"Honestly, I'm a little curious; what did you talk about that lasted for over an hour?"

Luke was a little embarrassed and coughed lightly, "Just discussing the development of a mutant program. Peggy, you know me. If I wanted to do something, it would never be just 1 hour."

Carter froze. For a moment, she couldn't refute it.

After thinking about it, she felt that Luke's arguments made sense and were simply impeccable.

This wasn't enough for the tireless and insatiable demands of the Director on that particular 'battlefield.'

"What should we do about the Hellfire Club?"

Carter skipped that personal subject and continued, "Emma Frost, she may not be able to convince people."

Luke wasn't worried about this. There weren't many Alpha-level mutants, especially when the White Queen had a rare psychic ability.

She had the strength to compete with almost anyone.

Many people had misgivings about the White Queen, considering her to be a traitor and a snitch even among the Hellfire Club members.

But when Sebastian Shaw's dark history was exposed, their voices became much smaller.

"Those opposing views didn't make much of a splash."

Luke said confidently.

He was well versed in the future of the entertainment industry. To eliminate the scandals on a person, it wasn't necessary to whitewash their past; making the opponent look worse was more than enough.

People always compare things. When news on Sebastian Shaw, who originally led the mutants, came out that he was a cold-blooded butcher who persecuted his fellow countrymen, the White Queen's information was a traitor, and a snitch was no longer important.

"Well, anyway, if there is any problem, you can always find a solution."

Carter closed the document and whispered, "The proposal for the Peace Summit has been approved. The place is set at the Palace of Versailles at 3:20 in the afternoon. The President asked you to attend as a representative, in the capacity of a Lieutenant General in the Army and S.H.I.E.L.D's Director."

Luke raised an eyebrow, somewhat apathetically.

In less than a year, he reached the peak of his career development.

How boring!

Wanting to continue to win the five-star General, as a 'General of the Army,' would be impossible.

Under the current rank system, the highest permanent rank was only Lieutenant General. For example, 'four-star General' and 'five-star General' are temporary ranks awarded only in wartime.

Therefore, Luke's rise to the top was considered a short one.

"Then remember to help me write my speech."

Luke chuckled.

"By the way, Steve? Why haven't I seen him?"

Carter covered her forehead with a helpless expression.

"Colonel Rogers and the two wild things under your command don't like each other very much; they... fought yesterday."

Luke was surprised. Captain America had always been a good-natured old man.

He fought with people?

Wait...

Was it Sabretooth and Wolverine?

That's all right.

The mutant brothers were the kind of people to get irritated easily.

Wolverine -- Logan, was a little better; he could still maintain his sanity.

Even though Luke had been ruthlessly educating him, his brother Sabretooth-- Victor, still had the bloodthirsty nature in his bones.

When they met Captain America, a good man in the traditional sense, there would be some conflicts.

After all, the former couldn't even accept swearing.

Iron Man-- Tony Stark only said 'Shit' and was lectured.

"Ok, I'll deal with it."

Luke stood up and returned to Washington, D.C. He had a long list of work to complete.

'It's time to find myself a secretary and free up some time.'

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Turn the clock back to one day ago.

Rogers strode in with his shield in the underground training room of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Wearing his star-spangled banner uniform and two flamboyant pectoral muscles, he instantly became the audience's focus.

The S.H.I.E.L.D., agents in the rest area, and the mutants of Task Force X all looked at the famous Captain America.

Although the appearance of Superman led to the loss of the original glory of Captain America on this timeline,

It even made him wonder if his Super Soldier serum might be a watered-down version. Otherwise, how could there be such an amazing difference between him and Luke?

Even if Rogers was later transformed into a 'battleship-class,' able to destroy aircraft carriers with energy waves from both eyes and resist tanks with his body, he was still no match for Luke.

He had already demonstrated this in many warm-up exercises and free sparring sessions.

Every time he felt sore and exhausted, it looked like his body was hollowed out.

So much so that Rogers' girlfriend, Margery, even wondered if her boyfriend had someone else out there.

On the other hand, after the spar, Luke was still as fierce as a tiger, without any fatigue, and could still say -- "I can do this all day!"

It could be seen that the combat effectiveness and durability of the two men weren't at the same level.

"That's Captain America! Have you ever seen any of his comics?"

Young agents in the rest area were whispering to each other.

"Of course! I bought the whole set as a gift for my little nephew; he loves it!"

Someone said,

Although Captain America's honor in the military wasn't as famous as that of later generations because he was still alive.

However, his sales were somewhat higher than Superman's.

With comics and toys, he harvested a large number of fans like Coulson.

Related comics, Star-Spangled Banner uniforms, and shield toys have flowed into every household in New York during the bond sales.

After the end of the war, various manufacturers have been actively expanding their markets to dozens of states.

So much so that Luke also made a special trip to Senator Brandt to help Rogers get the right to use the image of Captain America and the surrounding development back.

Brandt was unaware of this aspect, so he signed a paper contract, almost a sale contract, and didn't get any share of the proceeds.

Otherwise, Rogers wouldn't afford to renovate the old house in Brooklyn and live a comfortable life.

He was now sitting at home, doing nothing, and getting paid handsomely in royalties.

Those publishers, comic book companies, and Hollywood film companies all came to contact Rogers to use Captain America's image.

After all, his appearance was excellent, and with the aura of a war hero and a Colonel's rank, if one could become his agent, one would hold on to this cash cow.

Making several action films such as 'War Against the Third Reich' and 'Bringing Down the Evil German Hand,' and produce several best-selling books such as 'World War II Memoirs' and 'The Story Behind Captain America';

Basically, he didn't have to worry about making a living all his life.

Unfortunately, all of these suggestions were rejected by Captain America.

Because, at that time, he just wanted to live a quiet life.

He wasn't interested in becoming a celebrity.

"Get out of my way!"

Hearing the whisperings, Rogers couldn't help but pick up his pace; he didn't like being the center of attention.

However, when he walked to the training room, a tall figure bumped into him.

The other person had a cigar in his mouth, his beard was like steel wool, and his body exuded a sense of wildness.

Rogers was a good-natured man, so he stopped and stepped aside.

"Heh, Captain America."

Logan took the cigar out and puffed out some smoke.

He heard the young agents talking and seemed to feel some disdain.

"I've seen your films and your antics... a guy with a costume like you could be a hero?"

Regarding Captain America, Logan's knowledge was still stuck in the period of selling bonds.

"What about you, with a pair of claws, you see yourself like a beast?"

Rogers retorted defiantly.

In the face of Wolverine's aggressive provocation, Captain America wasn't very nice either.

He was a good man but not a coward.

In the face of jerks looking for a fight, he would always fight back.

"Well, I'm not in a good mood today."

Logan narrowed his eyes, a fierce glint flashed.

At this time, Wolverine hadn't experienced the tragedy of his wife's death and his claws being broken.

He never received psychological counseling from Professor X and let go of his heart's wild, tyrannical side.

Essentially the same as Victor. They both belong to the cranky old man category.

In layman's terms, he would ask others, 'What are you looking at?' If the other replied, 'What are YOU looking at?', his fist would happily swing.

"Sorry, I'm in a good mood today."

After joining S.H.I.E.L.D., Rogers learned a lot of people skills from Howard.

"That's a shame. Your good mood ends here. I love teaching self-righteous bastards like you!"

As expected, Logan was a powder keg that would explode at the drop of a hat.

He flicked off the cigar with his hand, spattering a few sparks.

Then he clenched his fists and revealed his bone claws.

Naturally, Captain America didn't hesitate to raise his shield to smack away the thick cigar flying at him.

For a while, weapons were drawn, and the atmosphere became heavy.

At this time, if someone came forward and said, 'Don't fight again,' Rogers may just turn his head and walk away.

And Logan, considering the rules set by the S.H.I.E.L.D. Director would also choose to leave things as they are.

Unfortunately, the young agents around didn't stop them but 'ate-popcorn.'

This was a match between Captain America and Wolverine!

Who didn't want to see it?

If tickets were sold, it would be a full house. Half of the people in New York would come running!

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Back to the present,

Luke took the elevator to the underground training in S.H.I.E.L.D.

The sweaty Captain America, wearing a compression undershirt, was unleashing his energy on a huge sandbag.

He suffered some injuries on his face. He had a bruise on his left eye and a hemostatic bandage wrapped around his abdomen.

"It's refreshing to see a little guy from Brooklyn learning how to fight people."

Luke made fun of him. The fight that shook S.H.I.E.L.D yesterday ended in a lose-lose situation.

Captain America was almost cut open by Wolverine's bone claws. Unfortunately, to recover fully, the latter right arm was also vaporized by a high-temperature Distortion Halo, and it looked like he needed 2 to 3 days to recover fully.

Fortunately, Carter stepped in to calm the situation. Otherwise, the gang from Howling Commandos, and Howard, would probably have clashed with Sabretooth, who was looking for revenge.

The massive S.H.I.E.L.D. had started to form a trend of creating factions.

"That's a beast, Luke. Only people like you could tame them."

Rogers touched the dark circles under his eyes, stopped moving his hands, and said, "But I have to admit, sometimes fighting does provide a way to let off some steam."

"Blowing off steam? Are you feeling unhappy lately?"

Luke showed a surprised look and whispered: "This time, you succeeded in rescuing Boston and stopping Atlantis' army from landing. So the President is ready to commend you personally."

"You got more credit than you would have otherwise. Aren't you satisfied?"

Rogers shook his head, a hint of gloom in his steely eyes.

"I just occasionally wonder where ... Bucky went? When you get an award, there should be someone with who you could share it. Bucky is our friend. He would have been happy to see this."

Captain America said.

Luke drifted off with an odd smile.

Rogers was worthy of being a friend, always thinking about Bucky, who had been missing for a long time.

"I happened to want to talk to you about this."

Luke patted the other on the shoulder and whispered, "According to S.H.I.E.L.D's multiple investigations, it has been confirmed that Bucky was taken away by one of Hydra's leaders, Baron Strucker."

"They are hiding in the other wing of the world camp, the Red Empire in Siberia."

Rogers, who was depressed, was immediately energized as if he had been injected with a stimulant.

He looked at Luke, his eyes shining with excitement, and quietly asked, "You found out where Bucky is?"

"Not yet."

Luke shook his head heartlessly, shattering Rogers' illusions.

Then, he changed his tone and said, "But I am prepared to send agents to investigate the secret collaboration between Hydra and Leviathan, and by the way, search for Bucky's trail. If you are interested in ..."

"Good. I'll call Margery later and tell her I'm going to be out of town."

Rogers didn't even think about it and nodded in agreement.

Luke froze for a moment, and the odd expression on his face deepened.

He kindly reminded me, "Promise me, Steve. Try not to mention Bucky's name in front of Margery so much."

'I wonder if Captain America's girlfriend would feel a sense of crisis when she heard that her boyfriend had traveled thousands of miles just to find his best friend?'

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When Captain America learned that Bucky might be in Moscow, he was energized, motivated, and excited about carrying out the rescue operation.

In regards to his best friend, Rogers always had an inexplicable obsession.

Probably because the two grew up together in Brooklyn, they had deep feelings and formed a special bond -- squinty-eyed smile.

"Steve, you still have to be careful. The agents in Leviathan's Red Room are even worse than MI6 in Britain and the FBI. They all received the strictest training in the world, are good at camouflage and infiltration, and proficient in all kinds of assassination techniques."

Luke specifically warned.

"The moment you enter Moscow, anyone you meet could be a spy or an assassin sent by them. So, put away your extra kindness and mercy. I don't want to see you brought back in a coffin, draped with the flag."

In response to his friend's advice, Rogers nodded solemnly, expressing his understanding of the consequences of letting down his guard.

Infiltrating into the enemy's camp alone naturally involved taking great risks.

If he slacked off for even a moment, he would probably be torn to pieces by those enemies lurking in the shadows.

This wasn't a frontal collision on the battlefield but a secret confrontation.

"Rest assured, I'll be fine."

Rogers silently planted the death flag for himself.

"Forget it, and I'll leave the Howling Commandos to you. Then, in case of any danger, there would be someone to send the news back."

Luke shook his head. He had no confidence in Captain America's promise.

Superheroes always had problems of one kind or another. When villains use hostages as threats, they would hesitate, indecisive, and even sacrifice themselves for the safety of others.

This was something worthy of admiration.

But most of the time, it was a fatal weakness.

The reality wasn't like the comic books, where the hero would turn a dangerous situation into victory and survive to walk into the sunset.

In other words, even if they were as tough as Superman and as innovative as Batman, they were often faced with the downside publishing demands.

"Anyway, you don't want to trap yourself in Moscow. The political situation is very tense right now, especially with the formation of a bipolar world."

Luke said in a deep voice.

"If you really had an accident and caused a public uproar, S.H.I.E.L.D. can't interfere."

In fact, he wasn't worried about Captain America getting caught.

With the "battleship-class" soldiers' powerful ability, Rogers would have no problem fighting his way through a group of soldiers.

Even if the Soviet Union discovered him, he could still withstand a siege and wait for rescue.

But this was the Marvel universe. Where the basic procedure was for superheroes to be controlled, brainwashed, and then change sides.

As steadfast as he was, Captain America also had a dark history of being controlled by Hydra.

'I'm afraid only God if Leviathan had similar technology.'

"I won't cause you trouble, Director. I promise to finish the mission and bring Bucky back safely."

Rogers made a rare joke.

"By the way, why don't you come over for dinner later? Margery is learning to cook these days."

Luke's mouth twitched. He saw right through Captain America's scheme.

He stretched out his hand and pointed and spoke with contempt, "Steve, I didn't expect you to learn how to use others to achieve your goals."

'At this time, please eat by yourself. But, when I think about it, I know that your purpose isn't so simple.'

On the one hand, he was trying to share the horrors of eating unpalatable food.

On the other hand, as the Director, Luke could naturally ask Rogers to go on a business trip for S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Come on; I've been so busy with work that I've neglected Malèna. I need to make up for it."

Luke waved his hand and refused without any loyalty to his friend, "I'm going to book a high-end restaurant tonight, and then ... I have no time anyway. Next time!"

"But, how could I ..."

Rogers looked bitter.

It's a bit strange to tell his girlfriend that he was ready to end the white-picket-fence life and go to the Soviet Union to save his boy-friend.

But he wasn't very good at lying.

"I'll give you a tip."

Luke's mouth curled up, and he whispered, "Go home early today, throw a candlelight dinner, and sprinkle the sheets with flower petals ... and give Margery a surprise."

Rogers listened attentively and wrote it down in his heart.

In terms of emotion, Howard and Luke were his predecessors.

"And then, over dinner, bring up the matter of going to the Soviet Union?"

He asked.

"Of course not! This requires an appropriate time. For example, after enjoying the romantic and beautiful candlelight dinner, you can sit on the sofa and chat. Then, when the mood is right, do some pleasant after-dinner exercise -- then you can say it. Emphasize what Bucky means to you and the good times you had before."

Luke started to teach him seriously.

"Uh ... but why?"

Rogers was puzzled.

"Because, no matter if it's men or women, it's always easier to agree to some unreasonable requests when you are physically and mentally comfortable."

Luke, like an experienced person, sighed and added.

"For example, if Margery said she wanted to get a high-end car, you'd probably consider whether it was necessary. But when you're in bed and you're looking at your girlfriend, who's all naked and charming, would you even hesitate to get a new car?"

Rogers thought about it for a long time, then nodded in agreement.

At that time, he really wouldn't be able to think properly.

Because it wasn't the brain that made the first decision, it was the lower half of the body.

"Understood! I'll get ready right away."

Watching Captain America leave in a hurry, Luke showed a mischievous smile.

Hopefully, Rogers wouldn't get kicked out of bed.

What woman would be happy to hear her boyfriend mention another person's name when she was affectionate.

Besides, it's another man!

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Lake Alkali, dam base.

An hour after leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Luke arrived here.

He walked into the laboratory and saw Dr. Bolivar Trask, who stood out as the only short one in the crowd.

"I heard you guys got something?" Luke asked.

Trask, who is in charge of the mutants, volunteered to host the event, smiled, and said, "The mutant genetic map is a huge project, which can't be achieved so soon at the moment, but we are making progress; in other areas."

"Before, S.H.I.E.L.D. proposed a 'Weapon X' project, which was intended to create an indestructible killing machine."

"We had our eye on Logan and Victor."

"They have extremely powerful self-healing abilities and can overcome most of the accidents that occur during the transformation process."

Luke frowned slightly. S.H.I.E.L.D. did have this plan inside.

The originator was William Stryker, who had a fondness for Logan and was bent on transforming him into the perfect weapon!

"Dr. Trask, as I said, this transformation experiment is voluntary."

Luke wasn't a shameless politician who made empty promises; he wouldn't easily change what he promised.

Since they decided to gather mutants, improve their living environment, change the current mainstream public opinion, and strive for the integration between the two populations, it would be done.

If he said he would treat mutants kindly but secretly sent them to the operating table...

Such a despicable and underhanded thing wasn't in line with his style of doing things.

"Major General Sir, you misunderstood."

Trask was quick to explain, "Logan volunteered! After Victor saw him sign up, he also took part in it, which is why this project started."

Luke picked his eyebrows, surprised.

In the original timeline, Wolverine was transformed and injected with Adamantium because Stryker deceived him.

During this period, he experienced the tragedy of losing his lover and the tragic defeat against Sabretooth.

After joining S.H.I.E.L.D, neither Bolivar Trask nor William Stryker could threaten the mutants.

Why did Logan take the initiative and agreed to it?

"Because of love."

Trask revealed a bit of a cynical smile and the resentment of still being a bachelor.

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'Because of love?'

'So, he won't be moody?'

Luke subconsciously thought about responding.

He hadn't paid much attention to the mutant brothers recently, and he was busy dealing with Atlantis negotiations and the upcoming peace summit.

"What's this all about?"

The Major General showed a curious look.

'What made Wolverine accept the transformation experiment with the extremely painful process and high probability of failure, willingly?'

'He didn't sign a slave contract with S.H.I.E.L.D!'

"Task Force X prevented Atlanteans from landing in Philadelphia before, and they completed the mission, but the team members were also injured."

Trask laughed like a villain who had succeeded in his treacherous plan.

"Silver Fox, Kayla?"

Luke seemed to understand something.

Logan was willing to accept the transformation, and Trask probably said something to convince him even further.

In most cases, Wolverine was the type of person who didn't like to use his brain and dealt with any problem he encountered when he encountered them.

He originally had a crush on Kayla, Silver Fox. However, because the other party was injured, it stimulated his emotions, thus making him want to be stronger.

"That's right."

Trask nodded his head.

That surprised Luke a little.

Although Logan was a tough guy with big eyebrows and big eyes on the surface,

Behind the scenes, there wasn't much difference with Howard Stark, who claimed to be a Casanova.

As the saying goes, flirtatious men had lovers wherever they went, and a sleazy man broke hearts wherever they went.

Logan was both types.

Tread through beds, as much as he treads through hearts.

No one knew how many women he'd slept with, a bulldozer among mutants.

The reason for this was partly due to his long life.

This made the wild Wolverine doomed never to be able to spend his life with the woman he loved.

Therefore, he could only have short 'encounters,' exercise his lower limb, muscles and promote blood circulation.

For example, in Days of Future Past, Logan opened his eyes and found himself lying on a waterbed with a girl.

The other part was because he had a cranky older brother who always instilled the strange concept of 'bros before hoes.'

So, for a long time in his adult life, Logan kept to the principle of 'only using his body, not his heart.'

That classic quote could be applied to Wolverine -- Although I smoke cigars, drink hard liquor, pick up girls and fight, I know I am a good man devoted to love.

"No matter how tough a man is, there will be a tender side."

As a bachelor, Dr. Trask tried to pose as an emotional guru in front of Luke, and the latter just wanted to laugh.

"Logan is a reckless man with a brain full of muscles and impulsive emotions, but he is also a perfect warrior."

"The self-healing gene gave the beast endless energy and a near-immortal ability to recover. But ... even beasts crave warmth."

"In S.H.I.E.L.D's Task Force X, there's a psychic with the code name 'Silver Fox,' and Logan has some interest in her."

Luke glanced at Trask with suspicious eyes.

He wasn't surprised that Wolverine and Silver Fox might have a relationship.

In the original timeline, they were lovers, and it was normal to hang out together.

'But why would Trask know?'

'Perhaps you don't have enough work on your plate?'

'This dwarf scientist still had time to pay attention to Wolverine's emotional development?'

"I wonder why you, Dr. Trask, know anything about Logan's ... personal life?"

Luke teased and asked.

"Ahem, I'm interested in every aspect of the mutants; it's a job requirement."

Trask realized that it seemed strange to pay attention to another big, well-built man as a scientist.

He hastened to explain a few words and said, "For me, science is my only true love, and the search for truth is my lifelong ambition."

Luke nodded perfunctorily, indicating that he believed it.

Most of the private lives of celebrities around the world weren't normal.

Therefore, Trask's identity as a scientist wasn't a convincing fact.

You know, Madame Curie was called the 'Polish slut' by the French.

Albert Einstein loved his cousin and had ten lovers in his life, including a secretary, a Jewish widow, and a florist.

Schrödinger, the cat owner that no one knew was alive or dead, has had more lovers than he could count on both hands.

The most interesting thing was that once, Schrödinger had a crush on a woman and then invited her husband to be his assistant to take advantage of the situation.

Later, he also publicly cohabitated with his wife and lover, resulting in his inability to get along at Oxford University and Princeton -- for which someone even quipped, 'Is it more difficult to have a wave-particle duality or a wife-lover duality?'

The father of 'neutron physics,' Enrico Fermi, visited the red-light district to 'investigate' the local customs of each city he visited.

"Scientists have always had strange and incomprehensible interests. I wouldn't discriminate against you for that, Dr. Trask."

Luke waved his hand to show that he wasn't a narrow-minded person.

Immediately after, he didn't give Trask a chance to explain and said, "Since Logan is willing to transform with the experiment, then I have nothing to say. Do you have any specific ideas?"

"Yes, thanks to William."

It can be seen from the address that Trask had a good relationship with Stryker.

"He discovered a strange metal in the tropical rainforest of Africa. It's a perfect match for Logan!"

As Trask spoke, he led Luke to the inner room of the lab.

The temperature inside was very high, almost like a sauna.

The hot air was steaming, stimulating sweat.

"This is the liquid metal extracted from Adamantium ore, which must be kept in a high-temperature liquid state at all times. Once it cools down, its shape will be permanent and can never be changed."

Trask said excitedly.

"I heard that the shield used by Captain America, your comrade-in-arms, is also mixed with some alloy refined from Adamantium ore."

Luke followed the other's line of sight and looked towards a square-shaped melting furnace.

Inside was a hot, gurgling, mercury-like liquid.

Luke, as a world traverser, had certainly heard of Adamantium.

It was a special kind of ore; it became the world's hardest metal alloy after smelting and melting.

However, when broken down, there were several types.

For example, the original Adamantium,

The kind that was injected into Wolverine's body was completely indestructible and extremely precious.

Even Thor's Mjolnir could only cause minor damage.

In World War, Hulk, in his World Breaker Hulk state, bluntly said he couldn't kill Wolverine.

Because to achieve this goal, it was necessary to destroy all Wolverine's body tissues, and he was unable to destroy the Adamantium incorporated into the cells.

This shows how strong it was!

The 'Secondary Adamantium' was also easier to manufacture but not as tough as the original version.

"How did you find it in Africa?"

Luke wasn't very interested in Adamantium.

After becoming S.H.I.E.L.D's director, he saw things in a similar way to the Pentagon Generals.

Mass production was the first goal.

But, overly precious weapons were never meant to be a product of an assembly line.

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