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Before the Peace Summit, the dam base on Lake Alkali took the lead in launching the 'X Weapons' project.

Two people participated in the experiment, Logan and his grumpy brother Victor.

The former did it for love and wanted to better protect the woman beside him.

The latter was because of ... brotherly feelings?

Sabretooth couldn't tolerate losing to his stupid brother, so he was willing to participate.

Trask and Stryker, these two guys, could be said to have accurately grasped the thoughts of the two mutant brothers.

Luke had nothing to say about this.

Everyone had to pay for the choices they made, and the pain was one of them.

Besides, it wasn't all bad.

Logan, who was injected with Adamantium, was able to go from a tough second or third-tier soldier to a first-tier warrior.

Apart from Omega mutants, there was also a natural nemesis like Magneto and the almost unsolvable mind control from Professor X.

Other opponents were just a little more effort on his part.

The simple explanation was that he was more resistant to beatings.

"Major General, even though I have minimized the risk, there's still the possibility of accidents during the transformation process."

Trask took precautions. He didn't want to be blamed by his boss if he failed.

Although the Weapon X project concept had been proposed a long time ago, it had been repeatedly refined and the data model measured.

But, as Murphy's law says--

No matter how unlikely it was, anything that could go wrong would go wrong.

"Who are you more optimistic about?"

Luke asked quietly.

Within his sight, Wolverine and Sabretooth, the two brothers, were stripped naked.

Several female researchers, trying to keep an else's working attitude, traced their surgical lines.

Before long, the injection syringe controlled by the robot arm would be inserted through these areas.

Those red-hot needles would pierce Wolverine and Sabretooth bodies and then inject the extremely hot liquid.

"Logan."

Trask looked at Stryker, who was standing behind him excitedly, and smiled, "You think so too, William."

Stryker nodded and agreed, "Victor is more like a beast. He is crazier and more cold-blooded. He can slaughter his enemies without changing his face, whether they are old people, children, or weak people who have no resistance."

"From this point, he is more in line with the requirements of the military and the definition of 'weapon'!"

Trask was convinced. He looked at Sabretooth, with his bearded face and manic, fierce eyes, as if he were admiring a top-quality product.

"Then why is Logan the most suitable candidate in your mind?"

Luke stood on the second floor with the busy researchers below him and the mutant brothers lying on the cold metal table with his hands on the railing.

"Logan kept a clear head. Although he's also a fierce beast, he isn't as crazy as Victor. Major General Cavill, sometimes calmness is more important than cruelty."

Trask leads the researchers, ready to start the experiment.

Adamantium requires a high temperature of 1500 degrees Fahrenheit to melt into a liquid state.

Once cooled and formed, it could no longer be destroyed.

Then, according to Trask's idea.

The Adamantium melted at high temperature would be injected into Wolverine and Sabretooth to form an indestructible steel skeleton.

They had extremely powerful self-healing abilities to recover from the severe damage caused to their bodies during the transformation experiment.

This was the key reason why Trask chose the two.

If a normal person underwent such a transformation, he or she wouldn't survive the final stage.

"It's starting. Major General Cavill, do you have anything to say?"

At this time, Trask didn't forget to please his immediate superior.

Luke waved his hand. He wasn't a latter-day leader.

People that liked to speak in crowded places to build up their image.

"What are the chances of success for both according to the experimental model you constructed with the data?"

Luke saw the iron frame sink into the water; Wolverine and Sabretooth looked at each other, seemingly cheering each other on.

Then, the robotic arms connected to the many pipes began to operate.

"Logan is 60%, and Victor is about 40%."

Trask replied.

To be honest, the success rate wasn't low.

The William Stryker-led 'Weapon X' program probably wouldn't reach 40% in the original timeline.

Except for Logan, his older brother Victor wasn't even eligible to participate.

"Once successful, the period when they first wake up, it's possible that they may fall into a state of insanity because of the painful memories left in their brains ... Major General Cavill, would you like to avoid it later?"

Trask habitually identified Luke with that group of Pentagon Generals.

After that, he realized how stupid he was.

This was the Superman who fought Namor and beat Atlantis!

Even if Wolverine and Sabretooth completed the transformation experiment, they still wouldn't be Luke's opponents.

"No need for that."

Sure enough, Luke refused the offer.

"What are you going to do? I don't see any mention in the report about what will be done after the transformation experiment is completed."

"Er ... brainwashing. Victor is fine. Logan's self-awareness is too strong to be a 'weapon.' "

Trask hesitated to answer.

"Is this with my permission, Doctor?"

Luke looked at the dwarf scientist calmly. There was no emotion on his face.

"Sorry! I just thought ... it was better for S.H.I.E.L.D."

The gaze from the top of his head, like a sharp sword, caused Trask's body to tremble and filled his heart with fear.

He knew that the young Major General didn't like it when people made their own decisions.

"This isn't an exception."

A few long seconds later, Luke's voice came out.

Trask, whose legs were weak with fear, relaxed, leaving a cold sweat on his back.

"There's no need to brainwash. I want a soldier, not a machine. Logan and Victor will be sharp knives in the field team for S.H.I.E.L.D in the future. Obedient puppets are of no use to me."

Luke emphasized a few words and continued to focus on the transformation experiment.

Trask, apart from being a scientist, wanted to transition into a businessman like Howard Stark.

Therefore, he would always consider the various needs of the Pentagon.

The usefulness of mutants was more on the level of 'tools' and 'weapons.'

"Let's start."

Luke said faintly.

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...

5 minutes later.

The transformation experiment started.

The researchers stood in front of the console.

The rows of long steel needles radiated cold light.

The rotating noise, like a drill bit, echoed in peoples' ears.

The red-hot needle pierced the skin and went deep into the skull.

The viscous and boiling Adamantium liquid was slowly injected into the body along the tube.

The terrible pain destroyed Logan's mental defenses almost instantly. He tried to throw his head back and scream, but the respirator was stuck to his mouth, and he could only exhale a series of air bubbles.

His eyes were filled with ferocious tension, just like a wild beast being provoked to fury.

His muscles were tight, and thick blood vessels appeared on his skin.

Fortunately, Trask was ready.

Before the experiment began, Logan and Victor were bound in metal shackles.

In case they got out of control, breaking away from the iron frame and interrupting the process.

"Doctor, their heartbeats are starting to rise, and their body temperatures are rising!"

The researcher nervously reported.

The vital signs shown on the screen were close to crashing.

For ordinary people, they would crash as early as the moment Adamantium was injected.

Cell rejection, the tissue dissolving, the blood evaporating, and the patient would die that instant.

But Logan was different. He had an extremely powerful self-healing ability.

Therefore, he had to endure not only the extreme pain of having his body destroyed, but he also had to take the restoration process over and over again.

This was terrifying torture.

If they didn't have a strong mind, they wouldn't be able to withstand it.

Victor, on the other side, wasn't much better.

His sharp nails scratched the iron frame lying beneath him to vent his inner rage.

Due to the painful process of the transformation experiment and their ability to heal themselves,

The anesthetics were ineffective.

"Keep injecting."

Trask was unmoved.

The transformation experiment was only at 20%.

The boiling hot Adamantium fluid had only just covered their skulls.

Then there was the torso and extremities.

"Heart rate 190 ... it just reached 200!"

"Blood pressure is rising!"

"..."

As the vital signs were reported, the expression on Trask's face became more and more serious.

He underestimated the pain caused by the transformation process. Unfortunately, it seems that Logan and Victor may not be able to withstand it.

"Major General Cavill, you see ..."

Trask raised his head and looked at Luke, who said nothing.

"Go on; this is far from their limit."

Luke was calmer than everyone else; he used his supervision to scan Wolverine and Sabretooth bodies through the surface of their skin like an X-ray.

The Adamantium fluid could quickly destroy tissue cells, evaporate blood and cause great damage to the body.

At the same time, it was being integrated into the body and was constantly being repaired, covering the bones and becoming a part of it.

"Are you sure? Their heart rate has reached 300, and their body temperature is rising. If they continue like this, they will probably have a genetic breakdown and die."

Trask hesitated. He still wanted to keep Logan and Victor alive as long as possible or keep one.

In this way, more data could be collected to facilitate the next step of the transformation project.

" I thought you would have more confidence in them, Doctor."

Luke whispered.

"Don't give up when you're one step away from success."

Trask's face looked heavy. His boss said so; what else could he do?

Another 5 minutes passed.

The Adamantium fluid had covered their torso.

The progress of the transformation experiment had been pushed to 50%.

The vital signs of the two weren't curves that normal people could understand at all.

Heartbeat, temperature, blood pressure ... The data fluctuated at an incredible pace.

"Stop Victor's transformation. Continue Logan's."

Luke took over Trask's authority and began to give orders.

Although the heartbeat line on the screen fell rapidly like the stock market, it dramatically rose back up.

Logan still had room for transformation, but his cranky older brother was indeed at his limit.

Victor's injection was stopped, and the iron frame was slowly lifted out of the water.

He had a lot of steam rising from his body, caused by his excessive body temperature.

The Adamantium liquid began to solidify and form in his body.

Since then, Sabretooth has had a hard skull and an indestructible torso.

Unfortunately, they were unable to continue with his limbs.

10 minutes later.

The injection was completed.

Logan had turned into a true Wolverine.

It's just that his heartbeat completely stopped and flat-lined.

"Major General Cavill, there's no way ..."

Trask tried to say a few words of comfort, but all he got was, "Shut up."

Luke stared at Logan intently, and the whole lab was silent. Everyone held their breath, and no one dared to breathe loudly.

Pip!

The straight red line fluctuated slightly.

Then it turned into a green curve.

The heartbeat, which represented his life force, started to make a vigorous sound again.

Trask and Stryker, who were standing at the back, looked at each other's eyes. Both had excited faces.

"Hehe..."

Logan, who was soaked in water, opened his eyes and grew a pair of alloy claws at the joints of his hands.

He chewed the respirator stuck in his mouth and let out a furious growl, just like a wolf king who was provoked.

The conscious Logan's mind was filled with manic emotions due to pain and agitation.

He directly stood up from the pool used for cooling, exposing his tall, strong body to Luke without any cover.

"Tsk, really 'charming.' "

Luke turned his head. He wasn't interested in male nudity.

"Have the researchers retreat and close the access doors on the ground floor."

Trask did as he was told, with a look of excitement in his eyes.

The killing machine he wanted was halfway there.

"Don't be happy. If you stand in front of Logan, the first thing he'll do is chop your head off."

Luke poured cold water on Trask's inner excitement.

"Wake Victor up and let the two brothers fight."

At this time, it was useless for anyone to reason with Logan.

The painful experience that remained in his brain fueled him and completely triggered his inner rage and bloodlust.

The best way to eliminate all of that was to fight.

The semi-finished Adamantium version of Sabretooth versus the complete form of Wolverine,

It looks like a really good show,

"Ahh... ahh..."

Like a cranky old man, Sabretooth's first thought when he opened his eyes wasn't 'Who am I, where am I, what am I doing?', but rather 'Shit, that hurts.'

The second thought was even simpler -- 'Who is this naked man in front of me?'

Then there was -- 'Whoever it is, kill him first!"

The thoughts of the two brothers were, surprisingly, the same.

Without even saying a word, he directly pounced.

Swing, swish, swish!

The Adamantium claws glinted with a cold light.

They are slashing Sabretooth's chest.

The latter, without fear, held his head high and pushed forward.

Bang!

Two Adamantium skulls collided!

Logan staggered back, shook off his dizziness, and wrestled with his older brother.

It was boring to see two mutants with self-healing abilities fight, not at all enjoyable.

Because they weren't afraid of injury, they would only attack, not defend.

"You keep fighting. What are you looking at me for?"

The fight lasted less than a minute when the two beasts suddenly stopped fighting and looked at Luke on the second floor.

The latter looked innocent and shrugged his shoulders, indicating that he was just a watching passerby.

Wolverine and Sabretooth looked at each other as if they had reached some kind of consensus.

Each roared and pounced on all fours to the second floor.

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The mutant brothers, out of their animal instincts, set their sights on Luke outside the battlefield.

Perhaps the remaining sanity told them they should get rid of the outsider first before considering continuing to fight.

With just a little eye contact, Victor and Logan made a decision.

The former landed on all fours, like a tiger going up the mountain.

His claws cut into the wall and pierce firmly into the concrete.

He used both hands and feet to run up and reach the second floor within a few seconds.

The rugged face, covered with a beard, was filled with a fierce and violent look.

Sabretooth, infused with Adamantium, became faster and more sensitive than before.

"I just admire you, iron-headed kids."

Luke said something to himself.

Trask and all the researchers had already evacuated under his orders.

After injecting Adamantium, conventional firepower did not affect these two brothers.

Especially Wolverine, this guy could survive the shock wave of an atomic bomb.

Unless Luke was cruel enough to destroy the whole damn base and bury these two crazy beasts under reinforced concrete with incalculable weight,

Of course, that's only if he didn't want to make a move.

It wasn't difficult to wake up the mad Wolverine and Sabretooth with Superman's strength.

"Consider this a warm-up exercise."

Boom!

Luke, who identified himself as a passerby, didn't wait for Sabretooth to pounce on him.

A high-speed whip kick that explodes the air was thrown directly at his opponent's body.

The hard skull injected with Adamantium exploded like a watermelon bursting.

The scene was quite bloody!

The skin tissue on the outside looked like a mass of the pasty substance.

The terrifying force stripped away flesh and blood and exposed the silvery-white skull.

At first glance, it looked a bit like the Ghost Rider, without the flame effects.

"Hiss! It's really hard."

Luke took a deep breath. Adamantium, as expected, his foot didn't even leave a scratch.

If it were the previous Victor, his whole head would have exploded.

Boom!

Victor, who rushed to the second floor, flew out faster than when he came and smashed deeply into the concrete floor.

Although, he was now a genuine 'hard-headed guy,' relying on Adamantium's hardness. He didn't get his head blown away by Luke's kick.

But the powerful force, like a 10,000-ton hammer on the head, knocked the beast unconscious.

Logan, who had fallen into a frenzy, saw his brother's tragic fate and came to his senses as if a pot of cold water had been poured over him.

Who am I?

Where am I?

What am I doing?

The ultimate three questions of life suddenly come to mind.

"Won't you come up and give it a try?"

Luke asked, smiling with his hands on the railing.

Logan glanced at Victor, who was unconscious and quickly shook his head.

As the former sparring partner, he didn't feel like fighting with Luke again.

The feeling of being hollowed out and sore was just too awful!

"In that case, wear some clothes. I don't want to see two men naked."

Luke turned around and disappeared into the lab.

He decided to find Malèna for the night and wash his eyes properly.

Logan stood still, staring blankly at the pair of silvery-white alloy claws.

He felt that his life was changing.

'I've gotten stronger.'

He thought so.

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Evening, 7:20 pm.

A black car stopped at a fine restaurant in New York, and Luke stepped out.

Tonight, he took off his crisp military uniform and put on a tailor-made three-piece suit, like a young upper-class gentleman.

"Come on, take my hand."

Luke held out his hand and held Malèna in a gentlemanly manner.

This Sicilian beauty, wearing a red backless evening dress, was gorgeous.

Like a glowing ruby, it attracted the attention of people passing by.

"Aren't you supposed to be busy these days?"

Malèna took Luke's arm and asked in a low voice.

"I heard Peggy say that there is a lot of work for S.H.I.E.L.D. to handle."

Luke raised an eyebrow, catching a crucial word.

"Peggy? Are you guys close?"

He asked curiously.

"That's a secret."

Malèna didn't answer but smiled softly, "Alessandro has wanted to meet you; he has a lot of ideas about the business in Las Vegas."

Luke frowned slightly and shook his head, "Let him talk to the Irish Mob about this kind of thing... Las Vegas is a gold mine now; it's just that no one has found it yet."

"The Irish Mob has recently made a fortune, and with the support of the Kennedy family, they're making a fortune. Tell Cossa to go to Uncle Frank, get several leaders to buy shares, and grow this business together."

"I don't even need to be there for something as trivial as that."

Malèna was only responsible for passing on the message; she couldn't do such things as coaxing him to do something.

The two stepped into a famous high-end restaurant in Manhattan. The manager had been waiting for them for a long time and led them to a private room on the second floor with a big smile.

Luke chose the window seat and helped Malèna pull out a chair.

Then, he snapped his fingers, signaling the waiter to bring the reserved bottle of high-end red wine.

"Try the seafood pasta here; it often reminds me of the hostel in Sicily."

Luke suggested.

He took off his coat and handed the menu to Malèna.

There was a night view of the Hudson River outside the window, with cruise ships and passenger boats drifting by slowly.

The skyscrapers were lit up and reflected in the river, giving it a dreamy atmosphere.

"Why did you bring me outside today?"

Malèna asked as she looked at the menu.

"When he found out you were Italian, that John kid introduced this restaurant to me. I wanted to come here a few weeks earlier, but so many things happened; after a while, I'll be flying to Paris again to prepare for the Peace Summit. I might not have much time to accompany you."

Luke smiled softly; most of the time, he was a perfect lover.

"John? Is that the young man from the Kennedy family? I don't like him."

Malèna raised her fingers and tapped her lips as if thinking of the other party's identity.

"Why? Did he hit on you?"

Luke narrowed his eyes with a hint of anger.

Although he connected with the Irish Mob, his relationship with the Kennedy family wasn't bad.

It was impossible to care about anything else when it came to the problem that men couldn't tolerate most.

"He didn't. In the whole of New York, who dares to think about Major General Cavill's woman."

Malèna was half teasing and half-serious.

After following Luke to New York, she gained the respect she never had before.

The Major General sitting across from her, with his unbelievably rapid rise through the ranks, had given herself an extraordinarily dignified and enviable life of comfort.

"I just don't like ... the way Kennedy Jr. treats women."

Malèna sighed and whispered, "It would remind me of those days in Sicily."

"It's all in the past; forget about that."

Luke ended the unpleasant conversation by raising his glass.

Before long, the seafood pasta was served.

As it turns out, John F. Kennedy Jr. knew a thing or two about dining and drinking.

This restaurant was very pleasing. It was just a simple seafood pasta, but the ingredients were high quality.

King crab legs, king prawns, squid, clams, and mussels, delicious seafood garnished with pasta in a rich sauce.

Luke rolled the pasta twice with a fork and found it to be a soft, fine Italian angel pasta that retained a certain amount of firmness and very good texture.

The sweet and sour tomato sauce, along with the sumptuous seafood, would make you want to devour it.

After two glasses of red wine, Malèna's face was flushed.

Under the orange light, it was breathtaking.

Luke wiped the corners of his mouth after dinner.

The waiter was instructed to take all the plates away, leaving only the third of the high-end red wine left.

"This is a tip."

He held a large bill between his fingers and handed it to the waiter.

The smile on his face suddenly twitched, and his expression became a bit odd.

"Do you need anything, General Cavill? "

The waiter gratefully took the tip and asked enthusiastically.

"No, nothing. I want to enjoy the night view here; please don't let others come and disturb me."

Luke resumed his calm demeanor, and when the waiter left, he reached out and grabbed the naughty leg under the table.

"Malèna, you are a little drunk."

In other words, this Sicilian beauty wouldn't have done such a reckless and daring act.

"I remember you used to say you liked the pursuit of excitement."

Malèna, who was slightly drunk, was in a good mood, and her red lips fluttered.

There was a charming elegance in the twinkling of her eyes.

"Are you sure you want to do that here?"

Luke leaned forward, the corners of his mouth slightly curled.

"Will you refuse me, Major General?"

Malèna asked with a wink.

"Well, I like this after-dinner course."

Luke puts aside his pretentious side and reveals the true nature of a man.

Malèna, who received the answer, took a sip from her goblet and crouched down under the table with the mouthful of red wine.

Hiss!

The Major General drew in a breath of cold air.

Just as he said to Rogers, once in a while, romance often paid off handsomely.

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Most of the time, sensory stimulation comes not only from the body but also from psychological enjoyment and experience.

It's like the old driver who often drove, from reversing into the garage initially to smoothly drifting through the corner after, integrating all kinds of skills.

Gradually becoming familiar with controlling the speed and throttle.

Knowing when to speed up and when to slow down.

Gradually, the driver would develop a sense of fatigue.

It's hard to find the special excitement when he first touched the headlights softly and held the round steering wheel.

If the car was of extremely high grade, it might have been possible to delay the situation.

Super sports cars like Pagani, Ferrari, and Lamborghini.

Just playing with the delicate lines, the voluptuous headlights, and the round and full body of the car was enough to make people feel satisfied.

However, the family-class ordinary car would inevitably get boring after driving for too long.

At this time, it was often necessary to develop some new gestures, new techniques.

From there, you could find the excitement of the past and awaken the passion inside.

In this way, Luke had a pleasant evening.

Looking out at the night view of the Hudson River, he experienced the thrill of both heaven and earth.

"It's a wonderful evening. Very memorable."

The next morning, Luke opened his eyes, got up, and sat on the bed.

Looking at the messy battlefield and the clothes flung everywhere.

He couldn't help smiling at the thought of last night's indulgence and ecstasy.

'I've never thought of developing a new way to play before.'

Luke regretted that he was still too young and only confined the battlefield to his bed.

Gently pulling out his right hand, resting behind Malèna's head, he walked into the washroom, naked.

A few minutes later, clad in a robe, he sat on the sofa.

His body dispensed heat and evaporated the water traces.

He picked up the mirror and started shaving with Heat Vision, completely unscientific and amazing.

After a quick clean-up, Luke recalled the schedule in his mind.

Some of the more important events included a trip to the White House for an award ceremony and meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club at S.H.I.E.L.D.

"I have a full schedule today."

He muttered.

From now on, he would be a Lieutenant General in the Army.

This promotion speed had set a new record in the history of the United States, and it seemed that no one else would be able to break it.

'Howard hadn't shown up since he came back from piloting the Nautilus himself. '

Luke ordered breakfast through room service. Thinking that Malèna might have to sleep for a while, he didn't wake her up.

After all, last night was a fierce battle and quite physically demanding.

'Unfortunately, I haven't found a strong opponent to match me evenly.'

Luke lamented as he brushed the toast with jam.

Adequate variety of positions would give people a fresh feeling.

But it's a pity that he couldn't try the true fierce impact of the rushing waves.

He spent a few minutes enjoying a simple breakfast.

Luke changed into his Lieutenant General's uniform for the ceremony and went to the wide balcony.

'I'll go to Howard's house first and see what he's up to.'

With his legs bent, he leaped. Superman shot into the sky.

Howard had purchased several real estate properties in New York, Washington, D.C., and elsewhere.

According to Luke's understanding of him, he would stay in his villa in Long Island, New York.

The guy had bragged more than once that he had a winery in western Long Island.

And he also said that he would invite Rogers and Luke over for Thanksgiving next year.

Boom!

The sturdy figure flying at high speed broke through the sound barrier.

In almost no time at all, Luke arrived in western Long Island.

It was surrounded by the sea on three sides, with a humid climate and many forests and hills. Future generations recognized it as one of the most suitable areas for people to live in the world.

As a result, Long Island quickly became a gathering place for wealthy New Yorkers.

A variety of townhouses had been developed and established with various supporting facilities.

Howard, who was keen on enjoying life, bought an estate a long time ago.

Every summer and winter, he would come here for a vacation and experience the boring life of a rich man.

Boom!

Luke landed accurately in Howard's yard, sending up a cloud of dust.

As he deliberately made no effort to restrain his power, the movement was so great that it rattled the windows.

"I told you -- can't you knock? It's like a bomber dropping bombs every time, scaring me half to death!"

Howard, whose hair was messy like a bird's nest, snapped open the window and loudly complained.

He was draped in a flashy burgundy nightgown with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

He looked like he hadn't slept for several days and nights and was on the verge of dying so suddenly, like an internet-addicted teen.

"That's why you should build a landing pad in your backyard. It makes it easier for me to visit."

Luke ignored Howard's complaints and continued, "Peggy said you haven't clocked in at S.H.I.E.L.D. for four days. Although you're only a Science Advisor by title, and there are no set hours, the work on the nuclear reactor model improvements and the Tesseract testing project all require you to utilize that brilliantly mindfully."

"Heh, do you know how I've been spending the last few days?"

Howard's face showed a trace of pride, and he said, "I got inspiration from the Nautilus nuclear reactor and started to design a more effective and powerful energy system. It's the key to the future!"

"I haven't slept for a week because of this."

Luke was somewhat dubious, frowned, and asked, "Can't you finish the design of the new energy system by staying in S.H.I.E.L.D?"

"Uh, I can. But after I came back from the Atlantic Ocean, I was excited that night. I spent over 30 hours in the underground laboratory and worked out the first version of the design."

Howard scratched his head and awkwardly said, "You know, when a scientist's inspiration breaks out, he can't take care of anything else. So, I forgot about S.H.I.E.L.D. and whatever work there was."

"Besides, compared with being absent from S.H.I.E.L.D for four days, I haven't set foot in Stark Industry for almost half a month. The last time my secretary came over to make sure her boss was still alive and hadn't been secretly murdered and buried in the yard."

After listening to Howard's cold humor, Luke couldn't help but feel that the Stark father and son had similarities in many ways.

This was also the case when Tony developed the series of armors.

He just wanted to praise with a few words when he vaguely heard a charming female voice in Howard's room.

A few seconds later, a slender arm rested on the guy's shoulder.

Half of the young face peeked out; the corners of her eyes and eyebrows still had a hint of blush.

It looks like this wasn't long after his morning workout.

"Oh, is this what you call an inspirational outburst, an exploration of science?"

Luke showed a look of contempt; he really shouldn't have any unrealistic delusions about Howard.

He thought that the chicken coop head and the heavy dark circles under his eyes were all from researching the Arc reactor.

Unexpectedly, it was just over-indulgence and the after-effects of sex.

"When Einstein finished his paper on general relativity, he had a little bit of fun in his office with his female secretary... As scientists, we're only releasing our inner joy and excitement this way, not just indulging in women."

Howard said convincingly. He simply pushed away from the unknown woman who was hugging him and scampered downstairs.

After being frightened by Luke, he had entered the sage-like thinking mode, completely immune to the temptation of women.

"Come on, come one. Let me show you my latest research results!"

Howard couldn't wait to show Luke the key to the future.

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"Before that, can you put on your clothes first?"

Seeing Howard's eager appearance, Luke glanced at his open robe, wide open and almost unobstructed.

'Malèna needs to wash my eyes again tonight.'

He thought to himself.

"It's not important! Einstein could teach at MIT even though he was wearing pajamas. The light of wisdom is far more important than the cloth that covers the flesh."

Howard was very excited. Not sure if it was because he had just finished his morning workout or because he couldn't wait to show Luke his latest results.

"I finally know why the French literati like to visit brothels. You just slept with a woman, and even your words become poetic. If you sleep a few times more, wouldn't you become Shakespeare? "

Luke grinned, but he didn't refuse Howard's invitation.

At the west of Long Island, this vacation estate had a basic underground laboratory because he often came here.

Howard didn't lack money anyway. When this guy was inspired or eager to do some research, it would always come in handy.

Moreover, according to him, sometimes his mind went blank, and he would just bring women here.

Looking at those complicated formulas while doing some intense workouts, it was easier to stimulate thinking and generate sparks.

Luke expressed his disbelief in such a nasty statement, not even a punctuation mark.

"Haven't you ever thought of tidying up?"

He asked as he walked into the underground lab.

Compared to his son's futuristic high-tech private lab, Iron Man's father's workplace was much more modest.

A long metal oval table was in a mess, with all kinds of research papers and all sorts of tools.

Four leftover pizza boxes, five or six cups of soda water, and lots of coffee,

From the smell of the garbage, you can tell that Howard probably wasn't lying. These days, he was staying in the lab.

"Only in this messy state could I find the tools I needed to use. If I cleaned up and put them away, I might not be able to work properly."

Howard waved his hand. This is a personal habit; the butler Jarvis, who occasionally came to look after him, had long been used to it.

Behind him, there were two simple stretchable whiteboards, which were densely packed with a large number of formulas written on them, and the knowledge in them was enough to make people dizzy.

Luke scanned it and asked curiously, "You plan to use Palladium as the energy core?"

"You got it? Well, that's not surprising. Anything unthinkable that happens to Superman seems so normal."

Howard spoke with a dramatic expression, then continued, "I was involved in the Manhattan Project before. Oppenheimer was studying nuclear fission, using chain reactions to release terrifying amounts of energy."

"Although I am an arms dealer, I am not interested in uncontrollable weapons of mass destruction. And, there are enough talented people in that field that there's no need to squeeze one more in."

"So, you set your eyes on nuclear fusion?"

Luke picked up the conversation and casually picked up a piece of design sketch.

In terms of the idea, the prototype of the Tokamak thermonuclear fusion reactor was already in place.

In appearance, it was a bit like the big guy that was later placed in Stark's industries weapons research and development department.

Tony Stark, the Iron Man, was inspired by it to develop a smaller version of the Ark reactor.

"That's right! The fuel used for fusion energy is deuterium and tritium, which are found in abundance in seawater. There's one deuterium atom in every 6500 hydrogen atoms, and the total deuterium in seawater is about 45 trillion tons."

Howard snapped his fingers. It was the best thing in the world to have someone who could understand what he said.

"The deuterium contained in each liter of seawater is completely fused, and the fusion energy released is equivalent to the energy of 300 liters of gasoline. According to the energy consumed by the world, the fusion energy of deuterium in seawater can be used for tens of billions of years. Therefore, as long as I solve the problem of nuclear fusion, I will solve the world's energy problem!"

Luke, who was keeping pace, nodded and chuckled, "Even the Atlanteans, who are an ocean civilization, hadn't overcome the technical difficulties yet. Where did your confidence come from?"

The technology and technical requirements for nuclear fusion technology were very high, and control over nuclear fusion was even more troublesome.

Of course, this was only for the real world that Luke used to live in.

There was no scientific barrier in the Marvel Universe at all. As long as a genius was inspired, he would soon develop a finished product close to revolutionary.

One of the representatives was Mr. Reed Richards.

"Because I'm a genius of the Stark family."

Howard touched his mustache and said proudly.

"Speak seriously."

Luke gave the other a blank stare. Narcissism and genius were the Stark family's legacy.

"Well, after I returned to New York from the Atlantic Ocean after flying the Nautilus, I began to experiment with various energy-releasing cores."

Howard coughed twice and solemnly said, "Perhaps finding Palladium was a revelation from the heavens. It's the 46th chemical element, monometallic, with excellent catalytic properties."

"I used palladium to electrolyze heavy water and observed unusually high energy production, and measured neutron and tritium production."

"What does this mean? If I use palladium as the energy core, make a large annular vacuum chamber, wind a coil around it, push it with electric current, generate a huge spiral magnetic field inside it, and then heat the plasma in it to a high temperature; the effect of nuclear fusion could be achieved."

Howard was so excited that he danced around. It was an amazing discovery for him and exciting breakthrough research for the world.

"Details need to be considered. For example, stability, energy loss, and how to apply … These are problems that can't be ignored."

Luke pondered for a moment and gave a reply.

Howard was indeed a real genius. He easily overcame a major hurdle across the ages.

"You're right; I just made a general framework. There is still a lot of information to fill in."

Howard, who was excited, finally recovered his calm thoughts.

"Didn't the United States military have 'Operation Paperclip'? S.H.I.E.L.D. has recruited so many German scientists. Look for a few people related to nuclear physics to form a team, what do you think?"

"This is fine. However, the Soviet Union vigorously developed its nuclear industry and took away a group of people before. You may not find value in the remaining … elites."

Luke shrugged his shoulders. He knew Howard was very demanding of his researchers.

"Wait, I have a good candidate! I met a scientist from ... the Soviet Union, the last time we had a reception at the Atomic Energy Commission."

Howard frowned and tried to recall, "His name is ... Anton Vanko! I heard that he defected from the Soviet Union and had presided over important projects."

"We talked about the research on nuclear fission and fusion, and he's barely a junior member of the genius club, so that he might be a good helper."

Luke blinked. Was this the beginning of the family feud between Stark and Anton?

"Okay, I'll go to the Atomic Energy Commission and ask for them."

He nodded and agreed, paused, and asked meaningfully, "Howard, have you ever thought of shrinking the reactor to serve as the core energy source for some kind of weapon?"

"Like what?"

"Like ... powerful armor."

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Howard frowned slightly, not understanding the meaning.

At this time, the science fiction master Robert Heinlein's 'Starship Troopers' wasn't yet published, and powered armor was a relatively unknown concept.

The best-selling, Hugo Award-winning science fiction book about the war was later adapted into the classic movie 'Starship Troopers, in which soldiers wore military gear similar to a powered exoskeleton.

Many games, films, and television works of later generations had adopted this concept and carried it forward.

"Is similar to my Superman suit."

Luke explained in simple terms.

He had always been interested in making Howard Stark the first Iron Man.

Why did he have to wait for a few decades to let Tony face journalists and say the classic line 'I am Iron Man'?

In terms of brains, Howard was no worse than his son.

Anyway, the timeline had been messed up, and even the Ancient One had a headache.

Then ignore the original story. The advantage of foresight was no longer important to Luke.

He had long since completed the original build-up and entered the development stage of explosive growth.

"Superman suit? I've always wondered how Hydra's people worked out that thing! It needs nano-molecular technology, which is impossible to realize right now."

A look of incomprehension emerged in Howard's eyes.

"Before the major innovations in microscope technology, we knew very little about the world of atoms and molecules. And your ... cool battle suit ... belongs to the mature application of nanotechnology - to be honest, I do not believe that the scientists of Hydra mastered the cutting-edge technology to control single atoms, molecules and explore the microscopic world."

Luke picked his eyebrows. Trying to fool a genius wasn't easy.

Their heads were always full of all kinds of strange questions, and it was easy to find those unreasonable points.

"It's not important."

Luke cleared his throat and said, "There are many unknown things in the world, just like the Tesseract. Does it matter to you that it's a product of this era?"

Howard was speechless. After a moment of contemplation, he seemed to feel that it made sense and put away his suspicious eyes.

"So, you're saying that I should make a similar suit and use the reactor as the core energy source?"

As Iron Man's father, Howard quickly understood Luke's idea and began to consider the feasibility.

"Let me think about it. That's a very high-tech suit you've got there. It's soft, tough and malleable, and has strong applicability. The nano-molecular technology allows the surface to be freely assembled and modified."

"You have resisted a tank's main gun and ended up unharmed. The suit was not damaged in any way, which proves that it absorbs intense heat, energy, and, for further consideration, probably radiation."

"If I were to design it, I would definitely arrange atoms and molecules in a specific way, make something similar to artificial muscle fibers, and then program the coding, which could be developed for a variety of uses."

"For example, surface hardening, like an upgraded version of body armor. It can resist machine guns and artillery."

"And absorbs the refracted light from the surrounding area, completing the double "invisibility" of the naked eye and the instruments."

As an arms dealer, Howard was a natural at brainstorming, speaking of technical research and specific applications.

"By the way, I remember the generals at the Pentagon, who wanted you to hand in your battle suit and study the technology. Why did they stop talking afterward?"

He paused and looked at Luke, who listened carefully.

To be honest, Howard was also very interested in Superman's battle suit.

But considering that Luke may not agree and that it felt strange to study people's intimate garments, he then gave up on the idea.

"Hmm, that's right."

Luke nodded his head.

"Colonel Philips tested my reaction and said that the Pentagon and the White House were ready to have a questioning session."

"Later, Namor appeared from Atlantis and damaged two aircraft carriers of the Atlantic Fleet. After I pushed them back, no one ever mentioned it."

"I'm very talkative. I don't mind working with the Pentagon and the White House to hold a question and answer session."

Howard rolled his eyes, automatically ignoring the implausible answer, and returned to the dining room on the first floor in his robe.

Jarvis, the butler, wasn't here today. He was usually only responsible for the care of Howard's New York Mansion and only came here occasionally.

It was said that the competent butler, who was in his thirties, was quite an English gentleman.

He served in the British Air Force and was the champion boxer for three consecutive years after his discharge.

His skills were extraordinary, but also very good at his job.

Howard's best friend and reliable helper,

Thinking of Alfred, the butler in the studio next door had the amazing record of beating Superman.

Every time Luke greeted Jarvis, he would subconsciously be politer.

After all, in the superhero world ...

If you could do a good job as a butler, you must have some hidden skills.

"You have a very interesting proposal, but the actual implementation is a bit of a problem."

Howard said while eating a sandwich with his cheeks bulging, "Let's put the energy system aside for the time being."

"The first thing we have to deal with is the materials. Ordinary alloy steel is not enough.

For the protection of one's own body, as well the defense against heavy weapons and shock absorption- these all need to be considered."

"Secondly, I don't have inhuman power like you. To improve the power of the power armor, I need to carry all kinds of weapons, such as machine guns, micro-missiles, propellers, and so on."

"I've just thought about it. If I were to make the actual thing, it would be a small giant, 3 or 4 meters high, which may be very bulky to operate and could only be used as a kind of mobile fortress to attract firepower."

"I don't think it's very useful -- I'd prefer it to be closer to a normal human form, preferably eye-catching. Being strong isn't a trivial matter, but looking cool is important!"

Howard swallowed his last sandwich bite and took a sip of his hot milk.

Hearing Luke's suggestion, he was excited.

But as a scientist pursuing truth and pragmatism, Howard thought carefully and found that the feasibility wasn't high.

On the one hand, he was limited by the times. On the other hand, it involved many technical problems.

Nothing could be achieved unless a great deal of energy and time was put into it.

"As Lenin said, 'there will be bread, and there will be milk.' As long as there's a will, there's a way. Atlantis could solve technical problems. As for ... materials, I can send you a surprise gift package when the time comes."

Luke had a mysterious look on his face, somehow resembling the old man with the white beard who stuffs presents into stockings at Christmas.

"But that's for later. Now get your ass in the shower, fix your mustache and messy hair, and get to Washington, DC. Today is my award ceremony."

Hearing Luke's orders, Howard subconsciously smelled his pajamas and found an unpleasant odor of stale food. He obeyed the instructions rather obediently.

"Gee, the youngest Lieutenant General in the history of the United States, what an enviable guy!"

Before leaving, he took a sip of the lemon slice from his fruit plate and spoke sourly.

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White House, South Lawn.

Not long ago, the President added a balcony to the south colonnade, and in the process, conducted a thorough inspection of the country's highest-ranking official residence.

As a result, it was found that the problem was too serious and there were many safety hazards, so it was decided to start a major renovation.

Now, the president's family had moved across Pennsylvania Avenue to Blair House.

The press conference was held today to honor Major General Cavill and was scheduled to be held here.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to see the President and Cabinet members gathered in the White House.

"Major ... oh no, should call you Lieutenant-General."

The President, who hadn't given his speech on stage yet, faced the reporters and affectionately shook Luke's right hand.

It seemed that he hadn't given up on the idea of introducing his daughter to the other party.

"I just did my duty and carried out what I should have done to keep the world peaceful; It's nothing big."

Luke, as always, spoke pretty words that even he didn't believe.

He met the President's daughter, although the other party showed great enthusiasm and initiative.

However, Luke's interest was lacking, and he couldn't muster the motivation.

The last time they met, he merely showed his attitude by returning a polite smile and maintaining basic manners.

"It's time to think about starting a family, General."

The President was still reluctant to give up and actively said, "I talked to your uncle, Frank. He would love to see you get married and have children and live a happy, quiet life."

Luke curled his lips. 'Playing the relationship card?'

He didn't want to enter that marriage grave so early. It would only trip him up.

How could he give up the ambitious goal of seeing the sea of stars? Playing house would only delay him!

"With all due respect, Mr. President, I'm not as good as the papers and the journalists make me out to be."

Luke showed a serious expression and continued, "If you know anything about it, you should know about my private life ..."

"That's not a problem!"

The President acted as if he was a generous person, saying that he had been there and understood everything.

"It's normal to like a beautiful girl. Look at Kennedy Jr., he plays with such reckless abandon, but that doesn't stop him from being a promising young man."

"I have heard a bit about the General's private life. Apart from that Sicilian woman, there is also Ms. Carter from S.H.I.E.L.D., right?"

"You see, only two. This has nothing to do with being sexually active; it can be said to be clean and disciplined, a model among young people."

Luke's mouth was slightly open, somewhat unresponsive.

The trend in the upper class has been opening up to this extent?

Having two lovers still didn't earn him the title of a 'playboy'?

He was about to be promoted to Lieutenant General but inexplicably felt belittled.

"It isn't easy for a young man in a high position like you to keep his heart and restrain his desire."

The President loosened his hand, tidied up his suit, and prepared to give a speech on stage.

"After the honoring ceremony, I'm going to have a family dinner. Mr. Lieutenant General, you must come over. After our last meeting, my daughter Mary admired you and chanted your name every day."

Luke was once again shocked to learn that there was such a thing as a father who would forcefully 'sell' his daughter.

If he could do it, the President couldn't wait to force him to comply.

Luke, who felt a sense of crisis, anxiously racked his brain to find a solution.

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He looked at Howard in the back, and an idea came to mind.

It's time for this self-proclaimed playboy to demonstrate his true skills.

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The breeze was soothing, and the sky was clear.

The spacious lawn, known as the 'Presidential Garden,' was filled with hedges of bushes and shady trees, making for an excellent view.

There was also a pond in the center. The fountain was pouring, several feet high and crystal clear.

The press conference was held at the South Gate, and all the major newspapers from New York sent their reporters to gather here with long and short lenses.

Of course, these were officially recognized media.

Just now, the President, who was still 'selling' his daughter, walked up to the stage with great poise and eloquence.

In a calm and vibrant tone, he looked back on the past of the United States and imagined a bright future.

Forty minutes later, when the lengthy and tedious official speech was over, the reporters were able to refresh themselves and stop the urge to doze off.

The camera was aimed at the young Major General -- the Lieutenant General now.

Any newspaper in New York would know that Superman was a walking news headliner.

The industry's brightest beacon of light could boost newspaper sales with a casual photo and a little gossip.

The only pity was that Luke usually traveled - either took a car from the Pentagon or flew directly over.

This made it difficult for paparazzi to track, and almost no one in the industry has ever taken a candid picture of Superman, let alone unearthed a scandalous story.

Apart from some anonymous photographs of him -- flying in mid-air, overlooking Berlin, and pushing an aircraft carrier, the two photos, hailed by millions of people, were taken by different people.

'I don't know how they did it!'

The reporter off stage lamented.

'Was it that guy Walter Jameson, the young reporter for the Bugle?'

Luke started reading from his written speech and casually scanned the members of the newspapers at the bottom and found a guy who was almost a familiar face.

According to the age, the clever young man may be the editor-in-chief of the Daily Bugle and the father of Jonah Jameson, Spider-Man's number one anti-fan.

Frankly speaking, the whole ceremony was boring.

It was nothing more than a huge positive energy pep-talk, reviewing the hard times America had before and emphasizing the nation's spirit of freedom and democracy.

Then, a few humorous jokes were inserted to liven up the atmosphere.

Finally, in a high, intense tone, make a summary end.

In essence, it's the same routine as those awards parties where the winning stars thank 'the academy,' 'mom and dad,' and 'all the people who supported me.'

Luke's speech was short, and it would end in 20 minutes.

Then there was the President's award. They shook hands and took a group photo.

On the surface, it was bland. When it was published in the newspaper in a few hours, it would cause a heated discussion.

Superman's popularity, which was gradually fading, might be popular again.

It was said that the red-light district of New York, some time ago, also launched a special service of 'female warlock' dress-up play, specifically for those loyal fans who worship Superman.

Luke wasn't surprised by this.

The erotic industry in the 'free country' had always been the most popular.

When superhero movies exploded, all kinds of Iron Man vs. Mystique, Hulk vs. Black Widow, Thor vs. Loki ... and so on, would it be strange?

Even during a certain Presidential campaign, a publisher released the Blu-ray disc of Trump vs. Hillary.

This must be Clinton's trauma!

"Mr. President, I have a meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club later. As for the family dinner, I'll be there on time."

After stepping down, Luke exchanged pleasantries casually and then left.

Before attending the meeting, he went to Howard's side and whispered a few words in his ear.

The other party's expression changed from reluctance to swaying and rejection until it was readily accepted in less than 10 seconds.

"I believe that with your charm, there wouldn't be any problems."

Luke patted Howard on the shoulder and encouraged him.

Not long after, he appeared in a small reception room in the White House Red Room.

"Where are the others?"

Luke, who quietly left the press conference, looked at the White Queen standing at the window.

"Still under inspection by the Pentagon. This is the White House, the most important center of power in the country. No mutant has ever stepped into this place with a straight face."

The White Queen's tone was complicated, and her mood was even more nuanced.

Looking out at the lively scene not far away, she thought she would lead the mutants and formally appear in front of the whole world.

This was a bold and unprecedented attempt and an important moment to change the future.

"Emma, when you take this step, you will face tremendous pressure and heavy responsibilities."

Luke walked over. The Hellfire Club, which had lost Sebastian Shaw, could be said to be leaderless.

There were still a few people who were dissatisfied with the White Queen's ascendancy.

They were all loyal followers of Shaw and radical stalwarts.

Therefore, Luke was going to hold a consultation meeting to have a friendly exchange with those people.

This would also facilitate S.H.I.E.L.D. to develop relevant cooperation.

"It's the first time for me to have this feeling of insecurity."

The White Queen crossed her arms to her chest, and a trace of bewilderment surfaced on her cold, arrogant, delicate face.

It was unrealistic to expect a young girl in her twenties to bear the expectations of her compatriots and the goal of uplifting the mutant population.

Even if it was Professor X, of the same age, he might not be able to perform better than the White Queen.

Responsibility could be said to be the heaviest word in the world.

It took enough courage and perseverance to shoulder.

"General Cavill ... you know what? I used to be a very self-conscious person because I didn't get any care from my family."

The White Queen, feeling something, shrank her shoulders and her voice became lower,

"My father was the perfect example of a ruthless businessman; my mother has abused drugs and was addicted to alcohol every day; my brother is gay.

My sister ... Kayla liked to show the best to outsiders, but she was actually not that kind of person, and occasionally has very bad moments."

"After awakening my ability, I listened to their voices and felt their truest emotions ... It was a nightmare. When you find out that your parents hate each other to death, and each has a secret to hide, it's devastating!"

"Sounds like a tough life. Fortunately, it's all behind you, and it's worth celebrating."

Luke leaned against the table and handed her a glass of bourbon.

"And then what?"

He tried his best and acted as a serious listener.

"I chose a boarding school. By using my natural ability to cheat, I changed the fact that my grades weren't good and became the most popular girl in school."

The White Queen took the glass, took a sip, and revealed a self-deprecating smile.

"After graduation, I would probably become a teacher. Because everyone thought that I had special communication skills, and I could always understand everyone's personality, habits, and become friends with them."

"But it didn't take long for me to get tired of listening to peoples' hearts. Lieutenant General, can you understand my feelings? Everyone seems to be transparent, and their worst, most disgusting, dirtiest, and truest side appears in my eyes without any disguise."

"I've never dated any boys at school because every time, I could read the dirty thoughts in their minds."

"I don't have a good friend in the true sense. Their superficial enthusiasm couldn't hide the cruel fact that they would call me 'bitch' and 'little slut' behind my back."

Luke smiled and acted as a spiritual teacher promptly.

Ironically, someone with psychic ability had a lot of problems in her own mind.

"You have to learn to relax, Emma. There is no place in the world where there's a pure and beautiful heart; even an innocent child would use hot water to destroy an ant's nest and release their malice."

Luke said softly as he slowed his tone.

"Restrain the urge to listen so that life becomes exciting."

"Lieutenant General, every time I chat with you, I always relax."

After finishing the glass of bourbon, the White Queen collected her superfluous expression, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

"It's probably because I can't guess what you are going to say. To me, lies are even rarer than truth."

A slender finger was gently placed on Luke's chest.

Like scratching an itch, it flicked back and forth.

Another long, straight leg rubbed against his trouser leg.

If you're a regular person, you may want to be wary.

Because the White Queen could turn into a diamond, it could easily cut through the skin and tear flesh.

A seemingly beautiful temptation may be a life-threatening move.

But Luke's face remained unchanged, and his tone was faint, "Is this ... seduction?"

"No, General, this is cooperation."

The White Queen's tightly knitted brow, stretched, the exquisite ice-like face, smiled sweetly, "As you said before, verbal promises can't be trusted; paper contracts can also be torn."

"In this case, I think that instead of building trust slowly and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, we should use more 'in-depth' ways to increase mutual understanding."

"What do you think?"

Glancing down at the stunning snow-white skin, Luke shook his head and said, "This isn't a suitable battlefield."

"General, look at the group of people out there. They include the President, Cabinet officials, and Pentagon Generals, all of whom stand at the top of the pyramid of power."

The White Queen's smile grew stronger, as if she had thrown off some kind of restraint and let herself go.

"Don't you think it's more ... exciting to be in a formal setting like this?"

Luke breathed deeply, suppressing his inner impulse.

Most of the time, he kept his cool and avoided being influenced by impulsive emotions.

"I like being proactive, Emma."

Luke held the finger that was fiddling with his chest and emphasized, "I don't like being led around.

"Even if we need to have an in-depth exchange, it's up to me to decide when and where."

The White Queen seemed disappointed and withdrew her provocative finger.

Before Luke could breathe a sigh of relief, she leaned back and half-slumped on the wide desk.

"Now, the White House. Is that all right, General?"

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West Wing of the White House, peripheral buildings,

"This is a trap! How can humans accept us? Shaw makes a good point. Genetics is the only criterion for determining the rank of species, and mutants are better, which is why they rejected us."

Pyro, dressed like a hippie, played with a Dupont lighter in his hand while creating loud noises and unsettling panic.

"Don't let your guard down, Regan. They're probably next door discussing how to lure mutants onto the operating table so they could perform those evil and cruel scientific experiments."

Leaning back on the couch, quietly reading the National Geographic magazine, Iceman Regan shook his head and asked, "Where did you hear all this from?

"Miss Frost wouldn't tolerate such a thing. The reason she is willing to work with humanity is to create a better future for her fellow compatriots, not to take us to hell."

"That's what Cory said."

Pyro shrugged his shoulders and pouted, "The government is bad, big companies are bad, scientists are bad ... Only small people like us can save the world."

"Besides, Regan, that Miss Frost you're talking about is a snitch. Can the club trust a person who betrayed their compatriots?"

Hearing that last sentence, Iceman Regan seemed to get irritated.

He abruptly stopped turning the pages of the book, his face flushed red as if he had been insulted.

He stared at his friend, who kept opening and closing the lighter, and spoke in a cold voice, "Shut up Pyro! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't knock your two front teeth out with my fists!"

"Wow! Good old Regan is angry and wants to get into a fight? Is it because I told the truth and ruined your idea of a perfect goddess?"

Pyro spoke in an exaggerated tone that drew the attention of the others.

In this spacious reception room, there were over 20 members of the Hellfire Club.

Most of them were young people who were once loyal supporters of Sebastian Shaw and staunch radicals.

A few people sat on the other side of the sofa, the barely moderate party.

There was a clear distinction between the two sides.

There had never been any unity within the mutant population, especially regarding integration into society and attitudes toward human beings.

"Drake, I'm warning you! Speak carefully! Miss Frost is no traitor or snitch! She saved the mutants at the club, and without her, we would still be in the hands of Sebastian Shaw, the war criminal, and cold-blooded butcher!"

Regan, the Iceman, glared at the other side fiercely; his tone hid a little anger.

It was as if his hidden thoughts were exposed, annoyed, like angry.

Not long ago, the White Queen went to Poland and brought conclusive evidence of the atrocities committed by Sebastian Shaw in Auschwitz before the members of the club.

As Luke said, to whitewash someone, all you needed to do was discredit his or her counterparts -- in any era, it's all about who was worse than whom.

Not to mention, Sebastian Shaw's dark history was numerous; they didn't need to forge anything.

This guy was able to fool young people who weren't well educated during World War II when information circulation was slow.

If the Internet had been developed like the 21st century, he would have been eliminated.

"Heh, who knows if it's true? Anyway, Shaw can't come forward to explain."

Pyro said contemptuously. He used to be a big fan of Sebastian Shaw, and so was Regan, the Iceman.

However, with Shaw's dark history coming out, they directly turned from being fans to hating and becoming a supporter of the White Queen.

And Pyro still chose to believe those extreme statements, which were similar to the racial theories from the Third Reich.

"Regan, I suggest you come to your senses."

Pyro, who was already a pain in the ass, turned the National Geographic magazine on the table to the page with a picture of a green prairie and hinted, "The White Queen and Major General Superman, have a special relationship."

"I heard that during the talks on Liberty Island, she knocked on someone's door late at night and stayed for over an hour... And now, we've all waited almost two hours and still haven't seen the White Queen or Major General Superman yet."

When Regan heard this, he was so angry that he turned blue. He clenched his fist; he could almost imagine it.

The look of sadness and anger, like a good student who found out that the goddess he was secretly in love with might be having an affair with a delinquent from another school.

At this moment, only a classic heart-breaking violin song could accurately reflect Regan's complex mood.

This young man in his twenties did admire the White Queen.

After all, who didn't like a woman with white skin, beautiful temperament, cold appearance, and long legs when they were young?

Crack crack!

Due to the emotional turmoil, the cup of coffee Regan was holding froze in his hand.

These two young mutants possessed the same natural abilities as the later generations Iceman and Pyro.

Both common nature element abilities.

But Iceman Regan's rank wasn't as high as the other one.

He was a Beta level mutant, the third level in the pyramid.

There was far less room for growth than the other Iceman -- the other had an Omega-level potential, and the degree of control at the molecular level was only limited by imagination and talent and hasn't been demonstrated.

"Of course, on the bright side, the White Queen may not have done it of her own volition."

Pyro's eyes turned, and his attitude changed, "Shaw died in the hands of that Major General Superman. He was an Alpha-level mutant, and even if he lost, I'm sure the Hellfire Club wouldn't be able to stand up to him."

"To save our compatriots, your goddess is forced to submit to Major General Superman's lustful authority ... Does that make you feel better?"

The Iceman, Regan, who had loosened his palm, clenched it again.

The picture in his mind became clearer.

Listening to Pyro's words, he simply felt humiliated by that powerful man face to face.

The sense of empathy was too strong!

"You bastard!"

A combination of intense anger, inexplicable excitement, and relief that even he didn't notice prompted Regan to throw his fists at Pyro, who was sitting across from him.

'If ... it was really like that, maybe I'll feel better.'

Regan, the Iceman, threw his fist, a subtle thought flashed through his mind.

"What are you two doing? This is the White House; if people saw it, it would be a disgrace to me!"

Just as Iceman and Pyro were fighting, the door to the parlor was thrown open.

When the White Queen saw the two entangled on the sofa, her eyes flashed with a trace of disgust. She coldly said, "Remember, you are representing the Hellfire Club now, so pay attention to your image."

When the goddess spoke, Regan quickly released his hands from the chokehold and distanced himself from Pyro's, out of breath.

"Miss Frost, we were just fooling around because we had waited too long and got a little bored."

Regan scratched his head and explained awkwardly.

"Yeah. I thought the inspection process wouldn't take long, but who knew we had to wait for the press conference to end. Two hours have almost passed. How did your talk with Major General Superman go?"

Pyro asked while giving Regan a wink.

He hadn't forgotten the joke he made earlier.

"Not much, just an exchange of ideas."

The White Queen's beautiful eyes flashed, then she changed the subject, "Besides, Luke has been promoted to Lieutenant General, so you should be more careful with how you address him."

"Follow me. The Lieutenant-General will meet you in the Red Room."

Regan, the Iceman, walked ahead. He watched the graceful figure from behind and couldn't help wondering.

'Miss Frost's dress, why does it look a little wrinkled?'

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Regan, the Iceman, took the lead in entering the Red Room -- where the brownish-red oak table, which had been the scene of a 'fierce battle,' had been cleaned up.

The pens, ink bottles, and landlines were back in place.

The documents that were scattered on the carpet were also neatly categorized and placed on the table.

The windows with excellent views were open, mainly for air circulation and dissipating the strong smell of hormones.

In short, unless you are a veteran player with a lot of experience and a keen sense of observation.

It was impossible to realize that there had been a brutal slaughter involving 'hundreds of millions of elite soldiers.'

"Sit down, please. Make yourself at home and try to relax."

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

When speaking, his breath was steady, his tone light, and he didn't look like he had just finished any kind of 'workout.'

However, the White Queen's physique was slightly better than Malèna's.

In addition, the genetic enhancement of a mutant provided a bonus in endurance and flexibility.

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

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

Regan had a comparative mind, but after seeing the Lieutenant General Superman, it was like a pot of cold water splashed on his face, and the idea of defying the competition was instantly extinguished.

The other party looked taller and stronger than in the newspaper photos, and his cold temperament was unmistakable.

It gave people the strange feeling that this was a great man.

By contrast, Regan, who was obviously a few years older, looked younger and immature instead.

This was just the first meeting; he felt completely defeated.

In his heart, the tiny violin sounded again as if snowflakes were falling on his shoulders.

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

The White Queen stood in front of the table and briefly introduced them.

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

But he did one thing well.

It was to recruit club members according to their mutant ability level.

Beta-level mutants like Regan and Pyro belonged to the type with limited growth and slightly insufficient potential.

To become a 'chess piece' of the Hellfire Club, you need at least an Alpha level ability.

For example, the White Queen.

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

Azazel, Colossus, Riptide ...

Either they were thrown in jail, beaten to death, or strung up like crayfish...

Few people survived.

This also resulted in the Hellfire Club, currently excluding the White Queen, having no decent, reliable combat power.

"Emma mentioned the club's situation and that you have been following Sebastian Shaw for a while and may have broken some ... laws."

Luke gently tapped his fingers on the table, his sharp eyes scanning over.

The originally spacious reception room, which had over 20 people suddenly coming in, no doubt felt a bit crowded.

Iceman and Pyro were standing in front, surrounded by a group of young people no older than 27 or 28 years old.

Many of them were dressed in the rebellious style of this era's hippies, with exaggerated hairstyles, colorful hair colors, earrings, nose rings, leather clothes, tattoos, metal chains, and so on.

Dressed like this, not to mention being mutants, even a normal person walking outside would be discriminated against. People would fear and avoid them.

'Somewhat like a self-incurred burden. A collection of unorthodox people. It's techno-goth all over again! '

Luke's face was quiet. There was a trace of disgust in his eyes.

'How can you expect to be accepted by the outside world when you don't even do the basic PR image?'

"But, you don't have to worry. Emma specifically raised this issue during the Liberty Island meeting. After some serious discussions, S.H.I.E.L.D. decided to give up the right to pursue the matter as a goodwill gesture."

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

The first thing he needed to do was to alleviate the people. Using authority and firmness indiscriminately wasn't recommended.

Sure enough, some of them showed ease and gratitude.

Even the Iceman subconsciously exhaled a sigh of relief; his tense shoulders couldn't help but relax.

There was a threshold for recruiting members to the Hellfire Club, and those who weren't even 'chess pieces' had to demonstrate their skills if they wanted to be recognized by Sebastian Shaw.

Regan once froze a small sea area, creating an opportunity for other compatriots to plunder a British cargo ship.

And Pyro was an arsonist who used fire alarms to burglarize homes.

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

They lacked support from their families and had no financial resources, so they had to rely on illegal ways to get money.

Even today's arrogant and cold White Queen had a dark history of working in casinos as a sexy dealer, dealing cards, and cheating gamblers with money.

"In addition, I hope that we can put down our guard and form an initial foundation of trust to facilitate more in-depth cooperation in the future."

Luke took out Constantine's signature skill; he couldn't help it. Constantine's ability to fool people was too good.

"To be honest, I have a certain degree of understanding about mutants.

The fact that you have been excluded, discriminated against, and even bullied, oppressed in the past is indeed irrefutable."

He paused for a moment, sweeping past the young faces, and continued, "But that's why it's important to fight for an equal and free voice actively."

"A better future, a happier life, a brighter future ... should not depend on the charity of humankind. Because the power obtained in this way is nothing but a kind of political correctness, a kind of hidden discrimination."

The White Queen was convinced that her partnership with Luke was more than just greed for the other's body and skills.

They share similar views and opinions about the future of mutants and their plans.

Therefore, it didn't matter if there was no emotional foundation.

Their respective interests weren't in conflict, and they could complement each other well, which was the key.

Of course, the physical strength and skills that the Lieutenant General possessed also fell into the category of additional bonuses.

"Lieutenant General Cavill... about that... What do you think we should do to fight for our rights? Protest? A march? Or should we form a union, choose our representatives, and negotiate with the government?"

Pyro was the first to ask.

He himself was a sarcastic person, habitually causing embarrassment and annoyance to others.

"Changing your image should be the first step."

Luke replied flatly as if he was responding to a press interview.

"I can understand that young people like to use exaggerated clothes and shocking language to show that they're different from others."

"However, the ignorance of opposing the mainstream and doing something unconventional or unorthodox will only arouse public resentment, wouldn't help with the emergence of mutants on the world stage."

Pyro was stunned; he didn't think that the first thing he needed to do was comb his hair to look like an adult and put on a proper suit?

"This is ... the trend! Lieutenant General! Suppose people have a bad opinion about me because of what I wear. In that case, I can only say that unfortunately, they aren't free enough, not democratic enough, and have no understanding of the greatness of this country at all."

Pyro's rhetoric was just like that of some intellectuals on the future generation's Internet, who talk about freedom and democracy.

The fragrance of freedom and democracy was in the air they breathed.

"Freedom, Democracy ... tell me -- by the way, I don't know your name yet?"

Luke raised an eyebrow and interlocked his fingers, intending to give this guy a lesson in the toxic beatings of society.

"Drake, everyone calls me 'Pyro.'"

Drake himself didn't even realize a big 'danger' sign on top of his head, still immersed in the proud mood.

"Oh, Drake, let me tell you about freedom and democracy."

Luke releases the bio-force field and enables 30 % of its power.

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

Drake, in particular, took the brunt of the impact and was hit the hardest.

The freckled face turned red, and a heaving sound came out of his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

"See, Drake, this is the freedom and democracy you want. You can speak freely, but I also have the right to choke your throat. And even further, break your neck."

Luke got up slowly, his tall body like a lofty mountain, full of unspeakable power.

"Now, do you still need them?"

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A few minutes later.

"These are the points I want to make. Who is for it, who is against it?"

Luke had his hands on the table and a calm smile on the corners of his mouth.

In the Red Room parlor, there was silence, and no one made a sound.

After Drake's previous experience, no one wanted to be the first to stand up, and it was extremely foolish to come forward and express an opposing view.

Regan, the Iceman, glanced sympathetically at Drake, who remained silent and had a dull look on his face.

Deep in his heart, a big 'tragic' word emerged.

As an activist who liked to gain attention and make his presence known,

Although Drake was a playful person, he was always concerned about his face and dignity.

This kind of seemingly illusory thing may be more important to him than life.

Unfortunately, all those cherished things were destroyed by Superman just now.

Drake couldn't bear the heavy pressure exerted by the bio-force field.

He thought he was a vigorous young man but felt difficulty breathing, which caused various physical discomforts.

After a few seconds, his legs started to get weak.

He couldn't hold up and fell to his knees on the floor.

As Luke didn't make any aggressive moves, all this from an outsider's point of view was probably Superman releasing a strong aura. The timid Drake couldn't resist, his mind was shaken, and he bowed to it.

'Poor guy. '

Regan figured that in the future, the Hellfire Club would begin to gossip about the humiliating story of Pyro being scared to death and falling to his knees.

In a way, this was already a social death -- within the mutant community.

"Since everyone agrees with my opinion, then sort out your image as soon as possible and prepare to attend the Peace Summit in Paris."

Luke nodded his head quite satisfactorily. The young people of the Hellfire Club still knew how to listen to advice and learn from lessons.

When they walked out of the parlor one after another, the White Queen finally dropped her cold pretense.

With her legs crossed, she leaned back on the sofa in a rather provocative position.

Luke didn't look away. After a workout and two tumbling events, he was already at peace with himself.

"I thought you would create a personable and approachable image that would better draw the club members together."

Emma lifted her head, her shoulder-length blonde hair streaming down.

Luke, sitting in his seat, shook his head. He wasn't Sebastian Shaw, bent on being a mutant leader.

"Of course, you should be the good guy."

The Lieutenant-General smiled strangely and added, "I should play the role of a cold and ruthless villain with a tough attitude."

"The more I do, the more members of the club will recognize you and move closer to you."

"At this moment, they may be thinking that you are fighting for the rights of your fellow compatriots and bending over backward to submit to my ... coercion."

Luke's tone was loaded with meaning, and his super listening skills had already caught the conversation between Iceman and Pyro.

He could only say that most people had a colorful imagination in perverted stories.

"Is that why I'm the approachable leader?"

The White Queen's eyes flashed, seeming to agree with this statement.

However, she felt that Luke's words had something in them as if there was another meaning.

The last sentence obviously carried other meanings.

"Changing their image is the first step, but what happens after that?"

The White Queen didn't think too deeply about it and moved on to the next topic.

She didn't know that rumors about her had been spreading in the club.

Most of the stories were from the 18 series, covering keywords such as 'humiliation,' 'forced,' and 'abuse.'

"Of course, making them into celebrities."

Luke spoke solemnly.

"Celebrities?"

A series of questions popped up in the White Queen's head.

"If we want to eliminate prejudice and change public opinion, we have to make the public accept the good image of mutants first."

Luke spoke eloquently and seemed to be getting an idea.

"A celebrity is a person who is worshipped and sought after."

"Most of the club members are young people."

"You can pick a few that have good appearances - for example, Iceman and Pyro are very suitable."

"The duo could be called 'Iceman and Fireboy,' or 'the Hellfire Duo,' and so on; cooperate with the federal government as superheroes."

"For example, the simplest arrangement would be for Regan to work with the New York Fire Department to put out several fires, and for newspapers and reporters to focus on publicity and steering public opinion in the right direction."

"Trust me, Emma. At that time, young people in New York would change their minds and think that mutants are cool and worthy of being sought after."

Luke thought clearly.

He was ready to learn the methods of a certain parallel world.

Make use of the special status of S.H.I.E.L.D as a link between the government and the superheroes.

The mutant, a seemingly restless time-bomb, will be recruited as a 'spin-off brand' to develop value.

"Are you sure this would work?"

The White Queen's tone seemed hesitant, and a bit overwhelmed.

After all, at this point in time...

Elvis Presley hadn't even made his debut yet, leading rock and roll and becoming a pioneering figure.

And the latter, Bob Dylan, should be playing house with a runny nose in Minnesota.

It was hard for people nowadays to imagine the 'Amusing Ourselves to Death,' 'National Idol,' and 'Fan Circle Economy' that would take place in the future would become a real thing.

"There won't be any problem. It just takes time. Building a good and positive public image is a long process."

Luke was quite sure that if superheroes were considered pop culture, mutants could become a branch product of this huge label.

When the Internet era comes, give them each a personal blog and attract a group of loyal fans.

S.H.I.E.L.D has become the largest entertainment brokerage company in the world.

Specializing in training superheroes, developing the things surrounding their brand, and selling products.

It was even possible to sign a contract with the federal government.

They would be assigned to a city each and be the face of that city.

As we all know, most superheroes in the Marvel world are always concentrated in New York, which is detrimental to the development of businesses in other cities.

Like the studio next door, every hero had their territory.

Batman stayed in Gotham; Superman belongs to Metropolis.

The Flash was the hero of Midtown, and the Green Lantern had to protect the cosmic sector and Coast City.

"The public always follows popular opinion. When the government exhibits vigilance against mutants and the upper-class displays rejection of mutants, it's only natural that the lower class would follow the trend."

Luke stood up, looked out at the lawn outside the window, and smiled, "To change this, we only need to reduce our threat, let them relax their vigilance, and accept mutants into society for a while."

The White Queen stretched out her finger and tapped her red lips.

Then, nodding, she said, "Then do as you wish."

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"How was the talk?"

Howard, who was about to leave the luncheon, saw Luke slip in at some point.

"Not bad. The mutants of the Hellfire Club are very good at listening to opinions. We had a friendly exchange. It can be said that both sides enjoyed themselves, and both sides were quite satisfied."

The Lieutenant-General was talking nonsense with a serious face.

"By the way, are you ready? I'm going to the President's family dinner, so I can't lose the momentum."

Howard held his head high, stroked his mustache, and puffed out his chest, "Go out and ask around, who doesn't know the reputation of Howard Stark, the prodigal son, the romantic tycoon, dating expert, heartbreaker, and the dream man of all of New York's women?"

"When dealing with women, as long as I'm there, I'm sure I'll get nine out of ten and never miss."

Luke couldn't help feeling relieved when he saw Iron Man's father was full of confidence and remembered his son's impressive record.

Howard, after all, was also a master of living among thousands of beauties.

Picking up hot women was his specialized skill, not inferior to scientific research and business mind.

"Wait, Luke, you said you would take me to ... that place. To experience a new feeling, to find the excitement in life, it's not a lie, right?"

Howard, who thought he would need to pay a certain price, hooked the other party's shoulder and lowered his voice like a novice player waiting to hit the road in the red-light district.

"We're best friends; why would I lie to you? "

Luke waved his hand; he did agree to some ...' not to be uttered' conditions in exchange for Howard's help.

"You can also go out and ask around; who does not know Superman ... the female warlock pile driver? I'm not going to lie to you; my ancestors were actually demon hunters; my grandfather's name is Geralt, nicknamed 'White Wolf,' 'Butcher of Blaviken,' and always had a good relationship with those sultry, flirtatious female warlocks."

"And I do have some stories with a few people ..."

This time, Luke decided to take out the rumors in the community about himself as background.

"Bullshit! You...! By the way, what's Blaviken?"

Howard got the reply but couldn't help the flash in his eyes, showing an eager look.

As a scientist with an inquisitive spirit, he simply wanted to meet those ladies in robes and hot, passionate warlocks.

It would be great if they could also exchange insights on life and explore biology.

"Blaviken ... you don't need to know. Anyway, when the time comes, your satisfaction is guaranteed. I would never lie to my friends!"

Luke looked upright and swore, patting his chest and assuring.

As he said earlier, most of the time, men are controlled by their lower bodies.

Even geniuses like Howard could hardly think normally when they were reduced to a pervert.

Just think about it a little bit; none of those rumors had credibility.

What female warlock pile driver? What Sexy Demon temptation? All just unscrupulous advertising for those booksellers, selling identical stories.

"Luke, you are the envy of the world; you have such a legendary ancestor."

Howard was very interested in the story of Geralt, the White wolf, especially the romantic love with Yennefer, Triss, and all kinds of female demons, succubus, and female centaurs.

'Lust is terrible, turning a world-class genius into a weak-minded man.'

Luke glanced at Howard, who believed him deeply and shook his head.

Even Iron Man's father couldn't resist the warmth of snow-white breasts.

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Ding dong.

The doorbell rang.

"Lieutenant General Cavill, welcome. You didn't need to bring any gifts..."

Across Pennsylvania Avenue at Blair House, the President opened the door with a smile on his face.

He accepted the high-quality red wine tied with a bow and invited the other party to enter.

"Huh? Stark, why are you here?"

However, seeing Howard behind Luke, the President's smile froze, and a subconscious look of disgust came over him.

This was a family dinner, a very special occasion.

Their relationship wasn't close enough to even qualify him as someone who could enter the door.

The President invited Luke for the purpose of drawing affection and 'selling' his daughter.

And Howard, what was this guy doing at the door?

"Hahaha, Mr. President, Luke and I were busy with work, so we were delayed."

Howard said, "I heard earlier that the President's wife's Texas T-bone steak was one of the best in the world, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to try it."

'Taste, my foot!'

'You have money, why don't you go to a fancy restaurant!'

Even though the President wanted to curse, he couldn't outwardly show it.

"Welcome to …the T-bone steak is indeed Bess's specialty."

His tone was slightly stiff and did not sound sincere.

Howard didn't care about the details and went down the steps.

He followed Luke through the foyer and sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"Is this Lieutenant General Cavill? He's so young and talented ... Why is there another one? Harry, didn't you say you only invited one guest?"

The President's wife was busy in the kitchen, but she came out wearing an apron after hearing the noise.

Her reaction was similar to that of her husband. The first time she saw Luke, her heart was full of joy.

But then glance at Howard, who was wearing a suit and had meticulously combed hair. The smile on her face instantly disappeared.

"This is Howard Stark, a famous scientist, a successful entrepreneur, and a world-class genius."

The President barely managed to squeeze out a normal expression as he introduced the obnoxious guy who had dropped by for dinner.

"Ohhh. It turned out to be Mr. Stark... How rude of me..."

The President's wife looked at Howard and felt a bit of pity.

Apart from being a little older, this mustached gentleman was otherwise quite good.

However, it depended on who the reference was.

When the young Lieutenant General, sitting straight without slanting his eyes, stood next to Howard, his charm fell -- off a cliff.

"I'll call Mary to come out."

The President's wife exchanged pleasantries and called her daughter, who was staying in her room, into the living room.

To be fair, the President's daughter was also a young girl with an elegant appearance and outstanding temperament.

It was said that she loved mystery and also tried to create her own stories, and publishers repeatedly favored her manuscripts.

"It's your turn."

Luke bumped Howard with his shoulder, and after greeting the young girl named Mary, he asked, "Mr. President, I had a discussion with the mutants from the Hellfire Club today, and there are some things I need to report."

The President, who was not in a very happy mood, was slightly stunned. He had intended to leave time for Luke and his daughter to create some private space for the two of them.

"Lieutenant General Cavill, I never bring my work home."

He smiled and refused.

"It's very important news, related to ... the Soviet Union."

Luke emphasized.

The President was shocked when he heard this.

The foreshadowing of the Cold War had already appeared.

The rise of the Red Bear couldn't be ignored!

"Hmm, let's go to the study and discuss it in detail."

The President looked solemn and nodded.

Luke, who achieved his goal, winked at Howard.

The latter got the message.' It's time to show some true skills!'

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