C381 - 378 Thank You For Your Sacrifice For Earth.
"I haven't given up yet ..."
With a punch to the face, Apocalypse's face looked like a ton of TNT had exploded on it!
Only half of his malicious words were uttered. Then it looked as if a gray cannonball pierced the car behind him and tumbled into a shop a block away.
His hardened body, enhanced by his natural abilities, dragged a long, deep trail across the ground before slamming into the thick wall.
The dust floated around and obstructed the view.
With a few sharp coughs, Apocalypse silently pulled himself out of the wall.
'What a powerful fist!'
Despite his steel body, the sheer force of the punch caused Apocalypse's internal organs to almost shift and every bone in his body to cry out as if they were falling apart.
A trace of blood spilled from his mouth. His whole body wobbled and was about to fall.
"Keep fighting!"
Apocalypse instilled belief in himself and propped up his bruised and exhausted body.
He looked up and saw the tall and straight figure arriving in a flash as if he had teleported.
The debris rolled up wildly and scattered to the sides.
The metal boot was lifted high and swept up at Apocalypse like a powerful whip.
Then, another uppercut!
Boom!
The mutant god, passively beaten, lost control of his body and flew straight upwards.
His head smashed through layer after layer of ceilings. Those solid metal materials broke like flimsy foam sheets.
By the time the terrifying force had dissipated, Apocalypse had traveled through 37 floors of the building and nearly burst through to the atmosphere.
He was floating 10,000 meters in the air, and blood smeared across his grey face.
"Do you choose to surrender? Or run away?"
In a daze, Apocalypse heard Superman's voice.
The other person was very cold, without mercy in his eyes, not at all like the superheroes he had met before.
When those people fought, they were always full of hesitation and sympathy. They regarded killing as a crime or a last resort.
Apocalypse could hear that the choices Superman gave him were just a joke.
How could a true warrior, who had no weakness in his heart, let the enemy go?
"There's no ... honor in that!"
Apocalypse's voice sounded weak as he gave his answer.
He opened his eyes and caught Superman's movements.
Hastily, he raised his arms and tried to block the punch.
He would try to regroup and launch a counter-attack.
But--
He was too slow and too weak.
The air-bursting fist broke Apocalypse's bones. He was hit head-on by a speeding train at full throttle.
Once again, the hard body flew out uncontrollably.
"Oops, a bit of a blunder."
Luke watched Apocalypse fall downwards, smashing a hotel billboard run by the Mafia along the way.
To some extent, this was his own business.
'If I do that again, I would ruin my own property. '
He shook his head. His dark red cloak tore through the air with a dull burst as he flew towards the site where Apocalypse had fallen.
His super-vision didn't find the other party through the obstacles.
'Hmm, he ran away?'
Luke raised an eyebrow, thinking that Apocalypse didn't look like a mutant who would strategically retreat.
He was at least a Pharaoh of Egypt, but he shouldn't be as flexible as the younger generation.
'If he wanted to run away, he would have done so long ago; why wait until now?'
Superman's perception was turned on. With the pure white light of Vishanti, the whole city was under control.
Among the mutants, there were also a few with the gift of invisibility.
A moment later, Luke discovered Apocalypse's position as the bio-force field opened up.
'Above?'
He looked up and saw a steamroller weighing dozens of tons crashing down!
High-temperature rays were emitted from both eyes, directly melting the huge metal object.
The grey, translucent figure gradually revealed itself.
It was none other than Apocalypse!
He didn't seem to want to smash Superman with the steamroller, raising his fists upwards in a dazzling gleam.
This was the 'Energy Absorption' ability of mutants, which absorbed energy and violently released it.
It was as if two small celestial bodies were floating above Luke's head.
The terrifying energies mingled with each other like a giant ball of light.
The heat emitted turned the asphalt road where Luke was standing into a sticky puddle of mud.
The silvery-white flames of light were terrifyingly volatile, and a searing stream of air radiated the powerful heat that could melt gold and iron.
"Let's go to Hell together, Superman!"
Apocalypse hissed like a lunatic.
All his strength was used for absorption and release, just like an extremely unstable suicide bomber.
Once the countdown had reached zero, the whole city would be leveled.
And Superman was at the center of it all.
"I thought you had a new scheme. A desperate villain, pulling the protagonist into a double-suicide ... no surprises at all."
Luke shook his head as the exuberant power enveloped him, putting a degree of pressure on him.
Superman had many ways to avoid Apocalypse's desperate attack.
But considering the great damage caused by the other party's self-explosion, Luke rejected those choices.
Although he never claimed to be a hero, he didn't like to be tied down to a single work style.
But as the Ancient One said, when Superman stood at the top of the world and at the forefront of mankind, it was hard to retreat.
He had to take his share of the responsibilities, just like how he used his share of power.
This was an equivalent exchange.
No one forced Luke, but he had to.
Just as a qualified King needs to be responsible for his country, and a qualified Lord needs to protect his territory.
"Do you know what despair is?"
Luke asked with his head held high.
"When you have tried to kill your enemy with all means, even at the cost of your life, you find that your efforts have been in vain."
"This is despair!"
Superman's voice was calm and cold.
He glanced high into the sky out of the corner of his eye and then extended a hand.
Slowly but powerfully, it penetrated the huge ball of blazing light.
"How is this ... possible!?"
Apocalypse was still delivering the same uninspired, death-triggering villainous lines.
He opened his eyes wide and saw Superman tear open the ever-growing white ball of light.
The high-temperature heat was enough to evaporate steel, and the violent energy was enough to burn any living thing to ashes, but it didn't cause fatal harm to Luke.
He was in the white ball of light that enveloped half the block as if he had entered the interior of the sun.
The suit was constantly being damaged and repaired.
His body was constantly charred and then healed.
"Do you feel despair now?"
Luke's face was expressionless. His arm, which was burned to the bone, gripped Apocalypse's neck tightly.
"I can't kill you, but I can drag people down with me ..."
Apocalypse, whose body was covered with cracks and about to burst, cried out frantically.
He had no idea that his life-threatening struggle would only marginally bruise Superman.
That's all!
Deep despair filled Apocalypse's heart.
"As I said, you can't do anything."
Luke choked Apocalypse and quickly took off.
The hard body of the mutant god seemed like an alarm clock with a 3-second countdown.
It would probably be too late to fly off the planet and throw him into space.
However, there was no problem in plugging him into the body of the Phoenix.
As an ancient force of the multiverse, it was connected to a different space called the 'White Hot Room.'
Even if Apocalypse exploded, it wouldn't endanger Earth.
The Phoenix, imprisoned in a lightning cage, saw Apocalypse and Superman fighting further and further away from the battlefield and once again had the idea of escaping.
The wings flapped, sending up huge flashes of fire, and tore through a lightning bolt as thick as a column.
But before the phoenix could squeeze out, it saw Luke flying towards it with Apocalypse, who was about to explode.
'What does he want to do?'
It first felt confused and then reacted.
'Don't come here!'
The Phoenix's mind fluctuated in panic. It finally recovered 1 or 2% of its strength. How could it be willing to return to the starting point after thousands of years of hard work?
'I'm sorry, but for the sake of world peace and the safety of the planet, you will have to make a small sacrifice. '
Luke replied faintly with telepathy.
If the Phoenix could make an expression, there would definitely be several question marks on its head.
'I'm not from Earth. Why should I make sacrifices?'
'And as a superhero, you're the one who should be doing this, right?!'
The Phoenix wanted to say something more, but Luke was too lazy to listen anymore.
Apocalypse was shoved into the other party's mouth.
Boom!
High in the sky, the explosion didn't happen. Only an invisible shockwave dispersed the clouds.
'Thank you for your sacrifice for Earth. I will remember you!'
Luke briefly observed a second of silence.
Captain America, standing on the top floor of Hotel Inferno, was puzzled.
'What happened to the big fire Phoenix? Why is it gone?'
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'Fuck you ...'
Before the Phoenix disappeared, Luke vaguely felt a telepathic wave of anger.
He smiled and shook his head; he must have been hearing things.
Despite hardships, Phoenix Force crossed the starry sky and came to Earth to save the people of Las Vegas from danger!
It had such a fearless spirit; how could it possibly swear!
This obviously didn't make sense.
'Maybe, it said, "Thank you for the opportunity."
Luke nodded his head.
Phoenix Force came to the Earth, passing through the Western Hemisphere to the Eastern Hemisphere, causing inevitable catastrophes along the way.
Now he gave it a chance to save hundreds of thousands of innocent lives and thus completed its redemption.
He thought that the Phoenix would surely be grateful!
A perfectly logical trail of thought!
'I am really a kind person. '
Luke showed a satisfied smile.
He not only indirectly saved Las Vegas but also prevented a crisis.
Incidentally, letting the guilty Phoenix successfully redeem itself!
It felt good to be a good person!
"What are these?"
Luke was about to fly to Hotel Inferno and leave the task of cleaning up the mess to Captain America.
He consumed so much that he had to bask in the sun for several days before he could recover.
The skin and flesh of his arm, which were burnt to the bone, was growing back.
The tattered suit was gradually restored to its original state.
As soon as the Phoenix disappeared, a cloud of sparks suddenly appeared.
They were between illusion and substance as if they were transparent crystals.
In the time it took Luke to observe, several pieces scattered and disappeared or flew away as streams of light.
"Fragments of..."
He grabbed a few pieces with a quick glance, and then there was a warm, soft feeling.
On closer inspection, there were flame-like patterns flickering and flowing within.
'It's like eating a Super-pill. '
Luke tried to absorb one,
He's in good shape anyway, and there's nothing wrong with him.
Like flaming crystals, the fragments were transformed into ripples of power that were incorporated into his body.
Luke felt a wave of pleasure spreading from his tailbone all the way to his brain.
The energy that would have taken days to recover in the sun was instantly recharged like a game character drinking a healing potion, instant full health.
Beyond that, he tracked the fragment of Phoenix Force.
He vaguely 'looked' into the endless pure white space, in which there was a huge cocoon.
Countless energy threads were wrapped around it, interweaving with shining light.
This was the real 'Phoenix Force'.
It was the embodiment of a concept.
It wouldn't die.
It wouldn't disappear.
Even if it had been seriously injured by the Iron Fist, it could reconstruct itself.
Even if it were hit by Apocalypse's suicide bomb, at most, it would just go back to the 'White Hot Room' to recuperate and sleep.
"Actually, it just strengthened a little bit of physical strength, with no obvious increase."
Luke said with some disappointment as he withdrew his gaze.
This wasn't in line with his expectations. The gap was relatively large.
The Phoenix Force was one of the three ancient powers of the Marvel Universe and was one of the most powerful plug-ins in the universe.
Jean Grey got a fragment, became the host, and directly became an omega mutant.
She beat Professor X and Magneto and almost destroyed the world when she went to the dark side.
'It didn't seem to do much for me, except for a few seconds of pleasure.'
Luke grabbed the remaining pieces and planned to give them to White Queen to see if she could become a famous 'Phoenix Host'.
The Phoenix Force seemed to be particularly fond of mutants. In the comics, except for Captain Marvel and Thanes, son of Thanos, the other hosts were talented mutants.
If it was given to Captain America or Howard, there was a high probability that it wouldn't have much effect.
With this in mind, Luke's interest in the Phoenix Force faded.
It belonged to the kind of power that had a high upper limit but was difficult to raise.
The Phoenix Force, in its full state, was a multiverse class entity.
Restart the universe, or destroy it, face off against the Living Tribunal and take on the five deities.
But the complete Phoenix Force, like a sated Galactus, was a pseudo-concept.
There was no such thing!
The Phoenix Force's main body wanders the universe in search of a host.
The rest stay in the White Hot Room, channeling the emotions and spirit of cosmic life.
The most powerful of all hosts, Jean Grey, had never come close to completing its form.
No matter whether it was the Dark Phoenix or the White Phoenix form, it only reached an all-father level.
'Instead of going through the hassle of collecting the Phoenix Force, it's better to brush up on your reputation.'
Luke gave up the idea of being a host when he realized that there was no direct ratio between pay and gain.
Of course, the main thing was that he didn't know if the Phoenix would retain its previous memories when it was reborn.
If he kept it, then there was a possibility that it would beat him to death.
"Where's the firebird?"
When Luke flew to Hotel Inferno, it was all over.
Howard finally put his mind at ease and started asking questions like a curious toddler.
"It completed its heroic mission to save the innocent citizens of Las Vegas and returned to its home."
Luke leaned into the executive seat reserved for Mephisto and completely reclined.
He seemed to have kept Apocalypse at bay, but it took a bit of effort to really tackle the mutant god.
'Clearly, I am a pacifist, so why should I be forced to do anything? '
Luke shook his head and sighed. As everyone knew, he didn't like violence.
Only when he was forced to do would so he use his fists to reason with someone.
"Work with the municipal government to clean up the mess. The task of counting the losses will be left to you, Steve."
Luke left all that tedious work to Captain America, the only one fit for the job.
"It looks like tonight's bachelor party is a bust."
Howard was a bit disappointed. He had a lot of excitement in store for Steve.
It was guaranteed to be a new experience that Captain America had never tried before!
"I don't mind that, but should we postpone the wedding? I can't guarantee that I'll be able to handle everything in Las Vegas in such a short time!"
Steve was the spiritual embodiment of the American soldier, with a very high sense of awareness.
In order to restore order to the locals of Las Vegas, he offered to postpone his own wedding.
If this conversation had been broadcast live, many people would have been 'touched' by it.
"That's not necessary. A team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents will be here tomorrow."
Luke didn't want to spoil Captain America's wedding date. He was looking forward to seeing the Winter Soldier swallow this bitter wine.
"I don't think we'll be able to throw a bachelor party, so I'll go back to Brooklyn and make up for it."
Howard heard this and winked at Luke. He had an appointment with the succubus tonight.
"However, Hotel Inferno can hold a charity party, with the main theme of 'Raising Money to Rebuild Las Vegas', with Howard as the initiator and leader of the donors."
In order to give Howard, the pervert, a taste of what it's like to be drained, Luke turned and added these words.
He also gave Mephisto a knowing look.
The old devil nodded quietly, indicating that he would suggest that the succubus should intensify her efforts.
After the important things were settled, Luke looked for a room to lie down.
Before he fell asleep, he folded his hands and whispered, "I hope that Howard's okay."
'I don't think it would kill anyone ... right?
'Probably.'
...
...
On the peaks of the California mountains, the mutants, who were too afraid to move about, waited for Apocalypse to return.
"The Great God ... has fallen!?"
It wasn't until the sun was setting that Caliban, who could sense his compatriots, suddenly fell to his knees with a shocked look on his face.
He couldn't accept that the legendary mutant god would fail and die!
"What?! This can't be!"
Some people were reluctant to believe it.
"Apocalypse fell?!!"
Apocalypse has fallen!
"Then should we break up? You go back to your Cairo, and I'll go back to my Berlin?"
It was Erik, the teenager, who finally made the suggestion to break up the group.
His feelings for Apocalypse weren't deep, and he didn't regard him as a god-like the others.
Although Erik thought that the Black King Sebastian Shaw was the nightmare that tormented his life.
But it must be admitted that, while he hated the other party with a passion, he also absorbed some of his ideas and concepts.
Worshiping a god was something that only the foolish, the backward, and the weak do.
All Erik could think about was how to have power comparable to that of the gods!
And how to use this power to change the world!
After he escaped from Auschwitz, he wandered from place to place, living at the bottom of the social ladder.
This child who hadn't become Magneto yet had seen the sufferings of too many compatriots and experienced too many wicked things under human hands.
"You would betray the Great God! The Great Apocalypse!?"
Caliban turned his head and stared at Erik, who was trying to slip away. His eyes were fierce.
He wasn't loyal to Apocalypse, but he never thought of betrayal.
First, the news was too sudden, and Caliban had some doubts about his judgment.
Second, these mutants who got together through Apocalypse were undoubtedly a valuable asset.
Caliban worked as a black-market businessman, dealing with local warlords and private militants in Egypt.
He was well aware of the need to gather a group of fighters and build up a force.
Therefore, it was impossible to let his fellow mutants leave so easily.
"You said, Apocalypse has fallen. It's useless for us to stay here. It's better for us to go our separate ways."
Erik's youthful face revealed a hint of seriousness.
"Oh, where can you go? No passport, no cash, no driver's license, nothing that can prove your identity and lead a normal life. You have nothing."
Caliban smiled soberly and sent out a series of questions.
They traveled across the country and across the states, all using Apocalypse's ultra-long-range spatial transmission.
With the loss of Apocalypse, the mutants were left without support and were at a loss as to what to do.
"We need to confirm the news of the fall of the Great God, Apocalypse, and then think of other ways."
Caliban deliberately excluded Erik and isolated him.
"As for cash and identification, I used to do business in this area, so I can handle it."
With the above necessities, Caliban easily became the leader of the mutants.
Erik, on the other hand, was ignored because he was too young, and his words had no weight.
In desperation, he could only follow the majority.
A flash of light pierced the clouds from over Nevada.
The fragment, like a flame crystal, seemed to have found its target.
It flew down and into Erik's body.
The latter simply rubbed his neck, feeling a little hot, not knowing what was going on.
This scene happened all over the world!
For example, in the Mutant Academy in Westchester County.
Another example was in the deep-sea prison of Atlantis, where a pale young man was paralyzed in bed.
The Phoenix Force was scattered, but its hosts began to appear.
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The Phoenix Force's shards were looking for a suitable host, but Luke, who knew this, didn't care.
Even Apocalypse, the God of Mutants, was no match for him.
Unless it's Dark Phoenix -- Jean Gray who traveled through time and space to come and fight him, there was nothing to be afraid of.
Besides, Superman and Apocalypse had a big fight, so he needed to recuperate -- although that was just a pretext to relax a bit.
However, after saving the world, it's no big deal to be lazy for a while.
Therefore, Luke left the job of cleaning up the mess to Captain America, and he simply slept in the luxurious suite in Hotel Inferno.
Unfortunately, this peaceful sleep didn't last long. A quick knock on the door woke him up.
"Superman has to get up too."
Luke shook his head and looked through the wall to see who was coming and helplessly said so.
He slowly climbed out of bed and slowly opened the door, like a slow-moving old man.
The knocking on the door was increasingly urgent and seemed to be in a constant rush.
The more so, the slower Luke was.
It took him 10 minutes to walk from the bedroom to the entrance, which almost killed the man outside.
"Have you ... been up all night?"
Luke, in his robe, saw Howard standing against the wall, his legs weak, his eyes had two dark circles around them.
The latter had disheveled clothes and disheveled hair as if he had been robbed.
There was only a pair of shorts on the bottom half of his body and several visible scratches on his bare chest and arms.
In terms of this image alone, it was more in keeping with a colorful group of people who had just joined a rave party and had been involved in a multiplayer match.
"Let... let me in first..."
Howard was stammering and stuttering, with a hint of fear on his face.
It was as if some terrible beast was chasing behind him.
Luke showed a subtle smile, then made room and helped Howard, who was struggling to walk, into the room.
In just one night, he seemed to have lost several pounds, and his whole body looked frail.
"Were you kidnapped by some Middle Eastern bandits and left to starve in a cave for a week?"
Luke knowingly asked, and by the way, kindly handed a glass of milk to supplement Howard's nutrition.
It wasn't an exaggeration to say that he now looked like he had been starved.
Compared with the original self, he really looked a lot different.
"It's terrible! It's Hell!"
After drinking the milk, Howard looked scared, as if he remembered some horrible images.
He crouched in the corner of the sofa, like a helpless girl who was repeatedly abused, with tears in his eyes.
"What's the matter with you? Do I need to call the police? Howard Stark was assaulted and severely traumatized?"
Luke lets out a gleeful laugh.
When you walk by the sea, you will inevitably get your shoes wet.
In the last trip to Paris, the vampiress didn't leave a deep enough shadow on Howard's mind.
He wondered if this time, the succubus had made him understand that there was always a knife hanging above his head when he did these things.
"Here's the thing ..."
Howard sobbed as he confided.
He never expected that an encounter would turn into a catastrophe.
...
...
Set the hour hand back to 8 hours ago.
Wearing a flashy suit and cologne, Howard arrived at the room he had reserved.
He had already finished making the arrangements. With rose petals sprinkled on the bed and the dim light of a few candlesticks, creating an ambiguous atmosphere.
Red wine, a great meal, plus the enchanting scent of lavender in the room.
The corner of Howard's mouth hooked up, the mood was almost set, and the next step was ... hehehe.
At this thought, he felt a faint heat in his lower abdomen and a surge of energy waiting to be unleashed.
Knock, knock!
Hearing the knock on the door, Howard couldn't wait to open the door, and he pulled out the rose he hid behind his back.
"You're a real charmer, Howard."
The enchanting succubus took the rose, sniffed it, and then threw it away, hugging Howard, who was stroking his mustache.
"So direct? You don't even want to talk about it?"
Howard's heart jumped when he saw the succubus lift her leg and shut the door, a sight he had never seen before.
Wouldn't it normally be better to start with a couple of drinks and a few words about sex to gradually bring the conversation to this point and then be honest with each other?
"The ... red wine?"
Howard held the overly aggressive succubus in his arms and looked over at the two tall glasses placed beside the candlesticks.
"I don't like to drink that."
The succubus licked her lips and refused.
"What about the stake?"
Howard retreated to the edge of the bed, looking more like the passive party.
"You're so cute, sweetheart. I just want to eat you now!"
Then, there was the sound of clothes tearing off and sucking as they were whipped around in a lively melody.
Twenty minutes later, Howard leaned against the bed with a satisfied expression and lit a cigarette.
A new experience, a new technique, a new feeling ...
In a word, he felt good.
"Howard, are you still okay?"
The enchanting voice of the succubus reached his ears.
How could a real man say no?
Thirty minutes later, Howard was satisfied again and lit another cigarette.
"Again?"
Like a diner who hadn't eaten her fill, the succubus continued to order.
Again, again, and again.
"Wait!"
Howard shouted weakly and volunteered for a truce.
Then he ran out of bed and rushed to the toilet.
"You know what? I didn't sleep, I didn't rest, I didn't even finish the cigarettes. For eight hours!"
Howard said indignantly.
The succubus of hell, didn't they pay attention to a sustainable progression?
In the end, he kneeled on the bed.
Looking ahead at what should be a tempting prospect, but it felt like a never-ending hell that could never be satisfied. It was simply despairing!
...
...
"I see. You ran out of ammunition and food."
Luke threw a sympathetic look. A succubus from Hell, were they something easy to sleep with?
Let's just say that Howard was still too young and lustful to know the dangers of Hell.
"I warned you. Boys should protect themselves when they're away from home."
Luke tried to hold back his smile and made himself appear sincere.
"I want to go back to New York, have a good rest, and concentrate on scientific research."
Howard's eyes looked determined as if he had an epiphany.
"No more sleeping with the succubus? I also specifically mentioned it to Mephisto. I told him to get more people of other races to add to the nuance in Hotel Inferno."
Luke deliberately said so.
"For example, centaurs, demonesses, female elves ..."
Howard shook his head vigorously. After 8 hours of hard work, he was numb.
Women were just walking flesh that didn't move him in any way.
"It seems you have really found yourself this time and came to your senses."
Luke smiled with relief and turned to ask, "How about a female angel?"
When the expressionless Howard heard that, although his body had been hollowed out, he still couldn't resist his inner impulse. He subconsciously showed a 'hehehe' expression.
"You've got nothing left in you, and you're still thinking about angels?"
Luke suddenly became speechless. Sure enough, the playboys were indifferent. It was hard for them to change their ways. They just occasionally drained that XP bar.
...
...
"Caliban, Erik has a fever."
In a motel near the highway in California, a mutant ran over and said so.
"That boy, he's only holding us back!"
Caliban took a sip of his beer and looked disgusted.
If it weren't for Erik's rare talent, he would have left him.
Magnetic control, if placed in the Middle East where the warlords were fighting, would be equivalent to a weapon of mass destruction!
"Where can I find a doctor in this shithole!"
Caliban spat, unable to think of a solution for a while.
This mutant group was too conspicuous. Strangely dressed, with different skin colors and accents, they could easily attract attention from local residents and police.
So, he temporarily found a motel and took control of the owner, and made it their temporary home.
A few hours ago, Caliban learned about the 'explosion' in Nevada through the radio.
He could tell that Apocalypse was probably a cold corpse by now.
Then, his task became how to take these mutants out of the United States.
Avoiding S.H.I.E.L.D's eyes and the police wasn't easy.
"Is anyone there?"
Outside the motel, a Ford sedan stopped.
A couple with their children got out of the car. They pushed open the door and asked, "Hello … I'm sorry to disturb you."
Seeing a group of strange people with different clothes and different skin colors in the hotel, the couple quickly withdrew.
"Are you a doctor?"
Caliban glanced at the ID hung around the man's neck, frowned, and asked.
"Uh... I work in Monterey Park Hospital in Los Angeles."
The man nodded his head.
"Then come in and fix him."
Caliban gestured to the buff man standing outside the door, who picked up the parked Ford sedan with one hand.
Then, several people gathered around and blocked the couple's way.
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Exhausted, Howard returned to New York with Captain America, to prepare for the upcoming wedding.
Luke had to go to the White House to attend a meeting first, because of the appearance of Apocalypse in Nevada, and the Phoenix.
The economic losses and casualties in Las Vegas were not small and a credible report must be given.
Then again, the international situation was tense.
Any trouble would arouse the vigilance of the White House.
'Feels like coaxing a child.'
This was how Superman really felt inside.
To him, the President in the White House and the Generals in the Pentagon seemed like frightened children.
'I better go into space before it's too late.'
After 2 hours of recollections, Luke left the White House and flew to the headquarters building near the Potomac River.
Las Vegas suffered heavy losses. The National Guard had sent out search and rescue teams and S.H.I.E.L.D wasn't far behind.
Several teams of agents, led by Nick Fury, were on their way there.
"Apocalypse is not alone. He's surrounded by a large number of followers."
Peggy pushed open the door to the Director's office.
She sat down in her chair with a graceful gesture and pushed the papers over to him.
"Sixteen mutants, that's a lot of power."
In America, Luke, who just got off the plane and attended the White House meeting, opened the file and glanced at it.
Apocalypse was gone now, but his followers were still roaming the land.
Right now, no one knew what their abilities were and who they were.
The only thing that was clear was Caliban, who he once met in Cairo.
It was he who, with the warlord's personal weaponry, blew up Apocalypse's pyramid, sparking the battle that followed.
He was later taken under Apocalypse's wing.
According to the temperament of the god of mutants, whenever he encountered a compatriot, he would give the other a boost to enhance their strength.
Presumably, all the followers and believers who followed Apocalypse would benefit.
"They have to be kept under control. Who knows what kind of trouble they might cause."
Luke closed the file and whispered.
He had been pushing for a mutant registration bill recently.
They couldn't afford to have any incidents of a 'terrorist' nature at this critical moment.
Moreover, mutants did come under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D.
As a large institution, it had a specialized facility to shelter mutants.
In addition to the White Queen's Cavill Academy for the Gifted, Stryker's Task Force and other related medical departments under S.H.I.E.L.D.
That's right.
Before, when he grabbed benefits from Congress...
Luke specially applied for first-class medical facilities and medical staff for those mutants with genetic defects.
On the one hand, it could win people's hearts so that those mutants who lived in poverty could accept S.H.I.E.L.D's management and have a sense of belonging.
On the other hand, he didn't pay for it himself, so it didn't matter if he did something nice.
"Just send Logan and Victor out. They have had nothing to do recently. Emma has called me several times to complain about the Real Men's Club and the mess it has made in school."
Back at S.H.I.E.L.D. in Washington, D.C., Luke had a lot of work to do.
First of all, Logan and Victor, the two troublesome guys organized a 'Real Men's Club' as teachers.
To join the club, one had to prove that they were a real 'man'.
For example, after smoking a cigar, do 50 push-ups in one sitting.
It looked like a replica of the 'fraternity' in traditional American universities.
Most of the tests were pranks or jokes!
This unhealthy trend spread rapidly in the academy.
Two days ago, Emma, the White Queen, was furious because they had gone too far.
Using mind control, Logan and Victor engaged in a 'wrestling game' in front of the entire student body.
The scene was said to have spiraled out of control and almost resulted in a disaster.
"They ... really aren't fit to be teachers."
Peggy grimaced as she remembered the two tall, hairy, strong men wrestling together.
"Beasts are suitable for the battlefield. Schools are no place for them."
Luke nodded in agreement.
The main reason for this was that the Mutant Academy had only recently been opened, and there was a shortage of teachers.
Otherwise, Logan and Victor, two foul-mouthed, uneducated guys, wouldn't have made it into the teaching staff.
"All right. It's time to kick them out of school and throw them where they belong."
Luke shrugged his shoulders and said so.
He guessed that, with Apocalypse's discerning eye...
The potential of those who follow him would never be low.
'I wonder if Magneto would be there.'
The Director's eyes flashed. Young Charles had become his student...
What about Magneto?
Together, they were the best of the best. The future of mutants was in their hands.
Moreover, these two friends and rivals could also form a bond.
"What else should I be looking at in the near future?"
Now, S.H.I.E.L.D was a big family. Even with Peggy's share, Luke still needed to deal with a lot of work.
Sitting in this position, not only could he get benefits from Congress, but he also had to shoulder certain responsibilities.
He gradually realized the hard work behind the bald Director's misappropriation of public funds.
"Hydra."
Peggy turned over the schedule, looked up, and said, "Dr. Zola and Baron Strucker. What are you going to do with these two Hydra brains combined?"
"Of course, it's Hydra against Hydra."
Luke thought for a moment and turned to reply.
Hydra was a great tool to get a Kryptonian ship.
He's been eyeing that quest reward for a long time.
Letting Baron Strucker, together with Dr. Zola, take over the other factions of Hydra and finally consolidate their forces.
That's how you get the most out of a tool!
The most admirable thing about villains was that they were efficient and suitable for doing dirty work.
"What about the vampire you brought back? She went to Boston, Chicago, Detroit, New York, the family is expanding fast, what's S.H.I.E.L.D going to do about it?"
Peggy asked with a somewhat bemused look.
"There's no conflict, right?"
Luke raised an eyebrow, knowing that the vampire clan of the North American continent, which had quietly developed the 'familiars', had deep roots that would be hard to shake for a while.
Plus, the two vampire families didn't see eye to eye with each other, and a blood feud could easily develop.
"At first, there was a little friction. Later, your vampire destroyed several clan strongholds ... she killed her kin, even more ruthlessly than hunters."
Peggy showed some rather gory photos of the scene and continued, "Silver bullets, holy water, ultraviolet lights, all sorts of things were used to scare the Council into making peace."
As the second-in-command of S.H.I.E.L.D, she knew a lot of secrets.
Kamar Taj, the three sanctums...
Vampires and werewolves, various clans and covens...
Even Wakanda and Asgard's Nine Realms.
Luke didn't hide anything; he mentioned everything.
"Selene is such a character. I've heard that the underworld people call her the 'Goddess of the Moon'."
Luke wasn't surprised to learn that the Vampire Council in the North American continent had developed a large 'familiar clan' with ties to many politicians.
Unless they were tired of living or looking for some excitement...
If not, it was impossible for them to actively mess with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman.
"For the expansion of the Corvinus family, S.H.I.E.L.D will turn a blind eye and wait until the Magic Congress is fully established, and all the rules will be settled."
Luke went on and on, taking care of all the accumulated work.
He felt like a student waiting until the last day of the holidays to work on his summer homework.
About the trade channels of Atlantis, the placement of vampires and werewolves, the deep cooperation with the three sanctums, the Hell Group's hotel chain...
He needed to give the final word on all these matters.
'I'm obviously Superman, but I'm doing Batman's job.'
Luke helplessly thought so.
"Do you have a new project?"
Peggy, who had been busy until mid-afternoon, was tidying up the papers on her desk when she suddenly looked up and asked.
"Why do you ask?"
Luke was slightly surprised.
"You usually hate these tedious tasks and usually don't bother to ask questions, but today you listed clear rules and regulations on how to deal with them... are you planning on leaving?"
As one of the people who warmed his bed, Peggy's intuition was very keen, and she could detect something strange.
"Don't worry, I won't leave without a word, like last time."
Luke chuckled lightly.
There was still some time before his journey through the sea of stars.
"No matter where you go, I will take care of S.H.I.E.L.D."
Peggy's lips slightly parted as she held the documents and whispered the words.
"The three of us... tonight ... Hey, don't go so fast, it's not like you've never tried it before."
Luke watched Peggy, who had quickened her pace and pushed her way out of the door, and withdrew his smile.
Soon, it was time for Steve's wedding.
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Captain America's wedding was held in Long Island, Manhattan.
It wasn't Steve's intention to make a big deal out of it.
He preferred frugality and prudence to wastefulness.
With or without money, he had always lived a simple life.
It's just that, for the Brooklyn-born Captain America...
He didn't understand how important the wedding was to the bride.
"What do you think of Old Joseph's Tavern?"
Steve asked Luke about this before preparing for his trip to Las Vegas.
It's just a fill-in-the-blank question that's a dead giveaway!
Fortunately, Luke stopped this behavior that might make the bride run from this marriage and arranged the venue at the Long Island estate that Howard used for his holiday.
"You know, if Margery saw that the venue you'd booked was a crummy bar at least 20 years old, she'd jump in a car and leave!"
Luke walked around the Long Island estate.
He was a key member of the groomsmen today.
He also made a guest appearance as a witness to Captain America's wedding.
"I just don't think it's necessary to get married and invite a bunch of unfamiliar guests ..."
Despite being an army Colonel and a senior member of S.H.I.E.L.D., Steve still maintained a simple outlook.
"Well then, respectable Captain America, will your words of wisdom work on your own fiancée?"
Luke's mouth curled up in interest as he asked.
"Um..."
Steve scratched his head, a little embarrassed.
He remembered the time when he quarreled with Margery when he could not even eat a hot meal at home and had to wash his own dirty clothes.
He even had to sleep on the sofa and lose his mating rights completely.
It all started when they discussed which band should be invited to the wedding.
Margery loved country ballads, but Steve preferred jazz.
After that, Captain America, who didn't understand a woman's heart and tried to force his way with reason, was put out in the cold.
"Howard and I agree that we should try our best to avoid reasoning with women. They are emotional creatures who prefer romance and surprise. Rigid reasoning will only lead to quarrels."
Luke patted Steve on the shoulder and earnestly said so.
"I don't want you to be kicked out of the house one day and end up on the streets, calling me and begging me to take you in."
Captain America's face looked bitter. His relationship with Margery was generally stable, and it shouldn't reach that state.
Malèna, who accompanied Luke to the wedding, Peggy and others had already gone to pick up the bride.
Only the groomsmen, such as Howard, Bucky, Luke, and Colonel Phillips, were at the estate.
"Where's Howard?"
Steve looked around and only saw the staff responsible for setting up the venue, but not Howard, who was usually an active member.
This was a bit abnormal.
Knowing that he started screaming about a month ago, he was going to hook up with the bridesmaids' group to complete the 'wedding bash' achievement set.
"Hasn't he recovered?"
All Steve knew was that Howard suddenly suffered a serious illness and went back to New York to rest for a few days. He didn't know the details.
"The doctor said he was malnourished and had overindulged in sex and needed to take it easy. At this time, he's probably sleeping in his room."
Luke said, holding back a laugh.
"Howard specially asked me to take a message. He said he would show up later and won't attend the celebration or the banquet afterward."
Steve expressed his understanding. He heard that Howard was suffering from difficulties in his scientific research and was overwhelmed by his worries.
Talented people aren't only gifted but also hard-working.
With this in mind, Captain America had a change of heart towards Howard.
Unexpectedly, underneath the façade of immodesty, he had a heart for science.
"Do I need to do something now?"
Steve gazed in the direction of the gates of the estate with a hint of nervousness and apprehension in his eyes.
But today was his wedding!
This was the most important day in his short and wonderful life!
"Relax, it's not time yet. You should try on the groom's suit first."
Luke reached out and hooked Steve's broad shoulders as they walked together towards the estate.
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...
As dusk fell, the sun set over Long Island.
Inside the estate, in the hall...
The brilliant light of the crystal chandelier filled every inch of the space while a ballad band played in the corner of the stage, their melodious and relaxing tunes flowing through the air.
The spacious hall was packed with hundreds of people, with a steady stream of invited guests pouring in.
The entrance to the estate was filled with cars, and the guests flocked in groups, dressed in suits and finery as if they were attending a celebrity party.
"Colonel Rogers, congratulations."
Said the man who walked into the hall held Steve's palm with a smile on his face.
After exchanging a few pleasantries and waiting for the other man to leave, Captain America lowered his voice and asked, "Who is he?"
"The Pentagon's War Department's Michael, or Jackson something... I forgot."
Luke, who was in charge of the guests, grinned and said, "He's just a nobody, but his father is famous and well-connected in the Senate."
"Then why did he come to my wedding?"
Sending out invitations and confirming the number of people at the party was a job for Luke and Howard.
If they filtered through the criteria of relatives, friends, and neighbors, Captain America's wedding might seem deserted.
His parents were both deceased, and he had no other relatives apart from Bucky.
Even if they added the neighbors from upstairs and downstairs, they couldn't make up double digits.
"A wedding has to be a big affair so that Margery would be happy with it. It's the best moment of her life."
Luke said in a familiar tone.
"By the way, the President and his wife will come over later. I gave them 10 minutes for a speech."
"I also invited important people from the Pentagon's Navy and Army, with about 30 Generals attending."
"This is politics. In the business sector, Howard sent invitations to Boeing, North American Airlines, and General Electric."
"Originally, I was going to invite some Hollywood stars. Malèna asked your fiancée. She especially likes Kathleen Hepburn. Unfortunately, she's making a movie with Elizabeth Tylor. It's too late to inform her."
Steve was dizzy. He didn't know any of the big names at the top of the pyramid, let alone the so-called business tycoons and movie stars.
"None of that matters. The wedding is going to be a big enough affair to make the headlines tomorrow morning, and that's the key."
Luke had a business smile on his face and faintly said, "After decades, your wife will still remember this day. Steve, only if she is satisfied, you can ... enjoy the wonders tonight."
Captain America, who didn't even have a driver's license, thought for a while but didn't respond.
...
...
As the reception progressed, the atmosphere grew livelier and livelier as guests mingled and laughed.
As the main characters, the couple said their vows and exchanged rings in the presence of the priest to seal their sacred wedding vows.
"Humph!"
The invited Winter Soldier, with an awkward face, sat in a corner seat.
Accustomed to his combat uniform, he felt uncomfortable in a suit.
Especially the enthusiastic eyes of the female guests, Bucky couldn't wait to escape from this place.
However, Hydra gave him the mission.
It was to obey Superman and all the orders of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Therefore, he could only endure the discomfort, turn anger into appetite, and deal with the Boston Lobster on his plate.
The long table was full of top-level cuisines of various countries and customs. Howard probably emptied the wine cellar of the estate, and there was a faint smell of alcohol in the hall.
Glug glug! Glug glug glug!
Bucky chewed the fresh lobster meat and gulped down the cocktail.
Every time the waiter passed by with the tray, he swept the food into his stomach.
If you looked at the man's gritted teeth and depressed look, you might think that he was here to steal the bride away.
"You don't look very happy."
Luke, who finished his wedding speech, leaned over with a glass of champagne.
On his arm was Malèna, who looked very charming.
Peggy?
As the second-in-command of S.H.I.E.L.D., it was only natural for her to take on a sociable role on such occasions.
"How can that be? It's just the marriage of a bastard I don't know, and it's not worth any emotional turmoil."
Bucky stared at the newlyweds who were standing on stage and smiling sweetly, and his tone involuntarily became complicated.
In the depths of his mind, some fragments of memory seemed to emerge, piecing together a complete picture.
"My best friend got married, but I'm not as happy as I thought I would be."
For some reason, there was a crack in his closed-off heart, and these words came out.
Glug glug! Glug glug glug!
Bucky finished the drink on the table, looked at Luke, and expressionlessly asked, "Is there any vodka here?"
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On the other side of Manhattan, Captain America was having a wedding, which was very lively.
While at the highway in Nevada, a jeep carrying Logan and his grumpy brother Victor sped off to California.
The sparks of the cigar were faintly visible in the darkness of the night.
The greenish-grey smoke was exhaled and then blown away by the cold wind coming in through the windows.
"Logan, we have to find a way to get back in the game! We've got to get back at that woman!"
Sabretooth, in the passenger's seat, was sharpening his nails, showing his ferocity.
He was humiliated at the mutant academy when he got into a public 'wrestling match' with his brother.
Those shameful, disgusting, and disgusting images seem to have been deliberately reinforced, and they would pop up in his mind from time to time.
"The nasty Principal is a psychic, and she could easily play with us if she wanted to."
Logan was holding the thick cigar in his mouth, playing it cool, compared to his grumpy older brother's rage.
Wolverine didn't become refined and easygoing after being a teacher for a few days.
The main reason was that the White Queen, Emma Frost, was the sister of his girlfriend, Silver Fox.
If he got into any kind of deep and unresolved hatred, it would only affect his lifelong happiness.
"Look at you now, Logan!"
Sabretooth's tone seemed sullen and angry as if he resented his brother.
"You're blinded by that woman. You lost your sharp claws and started to get weak!"
"Pull yourself together, Logan! Don't forget that we're wild animals in the jungle and natural hunters!"
"Emotion is a noose around your neck; it will gradually strangle you!"
He was upset with his younger brother's indulgence in the land of the meek, but the guy was also upset with his cranky older brother.
He felt that since Logan had hooked up with that woman, his brotherhood with him had faded.
Before, when they were free, they both went to the bar to drink, fight and pick up girls; even if they got rooms and had sex, they had to be next door to each other.
But now!
His younger brother seldom went to places like bars and had learned to turn down hot girls.
What's more, he started mowing the lawn at home, going for a walk in the park, and attending family parties among neighbors.
Was this still the same untamed, fierce, and wild Wolverine!?
Simply a domesticated husky!
"You can't do this, Logan!"
Sabretooth earnestly persuaded Wolverine to find himself and not be fooled by women.
"I don't see any problem with it."
Logan had a cigar in one hand and the steering wheel in the other.
"Kayla is a good woman, and she is perfect for me."
"Every time I'm with her, my heart calms down."
"All those angry and violent emotions have disappeared, leaving peace."
"Besides, Kayla cooks very well. Didn't you say how good her pies tasted last time?"
Sabretooth's mouth was agape at the sound of his brother's public display of affections.
With ten fingers reaching out with sharp claws, he scratched a gash in the leather cushion under his butt.
"If ... if I knew she made that pie, I wouldn't have eaten it!"
Sabretooth turned away as if he didn't want to say another word to Wolverine.
"Victor, you're probably angry because you're ... what's the word? I remember General Cavill mentioning it -- yes, single dog!"
"Brother, I'll ask Kayla to introduce someone to you when I have the chance. Do you prefer mutants or humans?"
Sabretooth smiled coldly. He wasn't like Wolverine, who was casually held back by a woman.
"Sure. I like the wheat-skinned, athletic type! And yes, a big ass for easy delivery!"
Victor listed many requests, but his expression was still somewhat defiant.
This wasn't a really sweet brotherhood scene.
He thought he was much better than Logan.
He wouldn't be softened by women's bodies and ridiculous feelings at all.
Therefore, even if his brother introduced more women, he wouldn't be swayed!
"Then again, we are S.H.I.E.L.D's Task Force. Why are we going to investigate a missing person?"
Sabretooth felt the teasing look on Wolverine's face and couldn't help but cough twice and change the subject.
"According to the information given by the intelligence department, Apocalypse should have been in California before, and it's likely that his followers would travel along the highway."
Logan recalled the analysis Kayla had given him and repeated it word for word, "Considering the recent patrol routes, the unusual cases in California and the surrounding motels, S.H.I.E.L.D. has reason to believe that the couple who disappeared near Highway 1, 3 days ago, is related to the mutants."
"All right, let's get to it!"
Victor suddenly became excited; he hadn't seen blood in a long time.
He hoped that those Apocalypse followers wouldn't let him down too much.
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...
Near Highway 1, a motel.
Caliban was a little upset. He picked up the beer bottle on the table and smashed it at the doctor's feet. He angrily said, "It's been so many days, the fever still hasn't gone down!"
"Are you playing tricks, trying to stall for time?"
Smash!
The sound of a beer bottle exploding echoed through the ground floor of the hotel.
The doctor shook with fear, his legs went weak, and he almost fell to his knees.
These days, he had seen the power of these mutants.
When he thought of his wife and children in the hands of the other party, he was afraid to resist.
"Listen to my explanation. His high fever doesn't seem to be anything illness-related."
The unlucky doctor stumbled over his words.
He saw the boy, Erik, and there were no obvious symptoms other than a high and prolonged fever.
"Oh, you humans are always full of nonsense."
Caliban was dubious. If he hadn't been worried about Erik's high fever and him dying on the way, he would have moved with the other followers.
The owner of the motel, as well as the customers who came after the doctor, were all taken under control and thrown into the warehouse where the groceries were kept.
Wallets, certificates, cars ... All these necessities had been collected.
It's just that Erik was unconscious. If he was left here to fend for himself, Caliban would lose a major weapon.
But if they continued to delay, they might be tracked down by S.H.I.E.L.D. and end up in trouble again.
"Wait another day!"
Caliban shrugged it off and suppressed his anger.
"Erik is awake!"
Within minutes, someone came to say that Erik, who had been in a coma for several days, had finally woken up.
Caliban hurried upstairs and saw the thin child open his eyes, and a wisp of fire flashed by.
"Go and call the doctor up, see if the fever has gone down, healed, and we can..."
Caliban's voice came to an abrupt end. He saw Erik suddenly float up, with a wave of invisible power radiating out.
Then, like an earthquake, the whole motel started shaking.
The metal objects flew up and around Erik for no apparent reason.
"Are you ... Caliban?"
Erik tilted his head as if to collect his memories.
He lifted his hand gently as if he were tugging at an invisible thread.
Caliban only felt the blood in his body burning and a distinct pain in his heart.
"Someone once told me that there's iron in the human body, which is used to transport and store oxygen, to form hemoglobin."
Erik's voice sounded cold, without any emotions.
"Your heart, liver, and kidneys are full of iron."
Hisssss!
Hisss hiss!
A cloud of blood mist suddenly erupted!
In the red mist, the tiny particles, invisible to the naked eye, condensed into smooth metal pellets.
Zi zi! Zi zi zi!
Then, Erik held the metal projectile with his two fingers.
Under his control, the projectile rapidly rotated, sending up a cloud of silvery-white sparks.
Snap!
It shot out!
Hitting Caliban's body.
The fragile human body was like a foam board. It shot straight through!
The powerful kinetic energy, like a bombardment, reduced flesh and blood to mush in seconds.
"I am ... the Phoenix!"
Erik's eyes grew brighter, and the building above his head broke open.
He slowly flew up and floated overhead.
"Master of Magnetism -- Magneto!"
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When Wolverine and Sabretooth arrived at the motel, the wreckage was in full view.
"Was this a bombardment?"
Logan learned a lot of new words from the young Director when he was working as a sandbag at S.H.I.E.L.D.
Looking at the ruins of the motel through the window, he couldn't help feeling this way.
The collapsed brick wall and the cracked concrete floor looked as if a hand had come down and leveled the building.
It was hard to imagine that a human being could have caused such devastation, just like natural disasters.
Logan stepped out of the car, lifted his hand and lifted the yellow tape that sealed off the scene, and flashed his badge at the police.
The silver eagle emblem reflected a blindingly bright light in the midday sun.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. Agent."
Logan, with a thick cigar in his mouth, leather boots, and a leather jacket, said indifferently.
He didn't look like a federal agent at all but the wild temperament of a gangster.
With his rugged looks and full beard, Wolverine was often categorized as a 'not a nice guy' type of dangerous person.
"S.H.I.E.L.D?"
The young policeman who reached out to stop the intruder hesitated and didn't release his grip on the holster.
"Let them in. It looks like we're done here."
The slightly older policeman pulled away his colleague, walked over, and said so.
S.H.I.E.L.D, led by Superman, wasn't a secret department.
Or, to be more precise...
Its existence wasn't deliberately kept secret.
However, anyone who was a fan of Superman and a regular newsreader would have heard of S.H.I.E.L.D.
"I'm sorry, the new rookie is a little too nervous."
The older police officer sent his colleagues away and briefly reported the situation.
"We were notified by the Highway Patrol at around 4.20 pm yesterday."
"It was close to 5 o'clock when we arrived at the scene."
"As you can see, the motel was badly damaged, but fortunately, there weren't many casualties."
"As for the owner and the guests, they were locked in the back warehouse and left after we took their statements."
"There are two wounded people. They were from Los Angeles, on vacation. The man is a doctor from Monterey, the woman is a nurse, and there's an 8-year-old son."
"Fortunately, the collapse of the building caused only minor injuries to the family, but not life-threatening ones."
"A brief statement was taken before they were taken to the nearby hospital."
The older policeman handed the file in his arms to Logan, who glanced at it and handed it to Victor.
The two of them got dizzy at the sight of the dense list of words, so he could only pretend to read them for a moment before clutching them under his armpit.
"A mutant did this?"
Logan exhaled a puff of smoke as he looked over at the policeman and gruffly asked, "How are you sure?"
"The doctor and his wife said so, and the owner of the motel, who was being held in the warehouse, and the customers who were passing by could testify to that."
"They saw a man who could lift a car on his back and a blue-skinned creature with beastly hair on his body."
"Therefore, it was initially judged to be a criminal gang of mutants operating in the area."
The older policeman said seriously.
"In the ruins of the motel, shattered human organs and tissues were also found."
"According to speculation, it may have been caused by infighting between the mutants."
Logan and Sabretooth, who had no criminal investigation training and usually relied on their feral instincts, listened with amazement and thought to themselves that these state police were quite professional.
"By the way, all the above information and conclusions are summarized by the Special Agent."
The elderly policeman pointed to the collapsed ruins of the motel, where someone was bending down and pulling at the brick wall rubble as if looking for something.
"He's also an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. You might know him."
Logan narrowed his eyes and looked over.
The other person was a tall man with dark skin, wearing a neat suit and the eagle emblem of S.H.I.E.L.D on his chest.
Seemingly sensing the gaze from Wolverine, the latter showed a mouthful of white teeth and came forward.
"Hello, you two."
The tall man patted his palm and dusted himself off.
"My name is Nicholas Joseph Fury. You can call me 'Nick' or 'Fury'."
"Wolverine, Sabretooth ... I've heard of both of you, the aces of Major Stryker's team."
At the end of that sentence, Nick Fury deliberately lowered his voice so that no one else could hear him.
"It seems that S.H.I.E.L.D attaches great importance to this case."
Victor snorted coldly, and his attitude wasn't friendly.
The grumpy brother didn't like human beings, which was normal.
S.H.I.E.L.D.'s Mutant Task Force had always been a solitary unit.
Despite appearances, led by William-Stryker...
But it was Peggy, the Commander, or the Director himself, who really gave the orders and missions.
Apart from a few joint operations at the Pentagon, the Task Force rarely cooperated with the military.
On the one hand, the missions they performed were very difficult and extremely dangerous, and ordinary troops couldn't provide help.
On the other hand, there was the issue of trust between the two sides. On the battlefield, it was necessary to entrust your back to your teammates. It may be possible for mutants to do so, but not for humans.
Whether one acknowledges it or not, there was always a racial divide, and it took time to bridge.
"I've sent the report to Washington, D.C. The Director is probably still at Captain America's wedding, and he told me that it's best to keep the Apocalypse followers under the radar to reduce their influence."
Nick Fury, a former driver for Superman, had a knack for reading their boss's mind.
"So, I hope to work with both of you."
"I'll mobilize the California police force to conduct a small-scale search and round-up."
"The fight will be up to you two."
Perhaps because of Nick Fury's good attitude, Logan didn't refuse.
He and Victor were also given the assignment of collecting Apocalypse's followers who were on the run in the country to prevent them from causing trouble.
Wolverine looked at his grumpy brother, and they exchanged thoughts through their eyes before nodding, "No problem."
He removed the cigar with his right hand and pressed it into the palm of his left hand.
The sparks burned his skin and made a hissing sound.
Logan, a hard-core cigarette smoker, twitched his nose and displayed his particular sense of smell.
"There were too many people, and the scents are too mixed; it's hard to tell."
A moment later, Logan answered.
With their feral instincts, the two mutant brothers were top experts when it came to tracking prey.
"There were about 30 people, partly human and partly ... mutants."
Victor also used his nose to find information. He shook his head and cracked his neck. He nodded to Logan and said, "As usual. I'll go over there and chase the escaped followers."
"Then I'll go this way. The residual scent is a little lighter; it should be one person."
The wolf looked up at the sky and thought to himself that the guy he was chasing couldn't be a bird, could it?
"Good luck."
Nick Fury was relieved to see the mutant brothers were so accommodating.
"By the way, I have to add one more piece of information."
"The magnetic field is chaotic in this area. The signal is extremely poor, and there have been strong pulses similar to electromagnetic radiation."
He took out a pocket-sized instrument, a gadget from Howard's lab.
"It's capable of detecting electromagnetic signals. If you want to track down the guy who flattened the motel, this should be able to help."
Logan studied the instructions and pocketed it.
In the direction where his grumpy brother was going, the smell was muddled, and it was clear that there were quite a few people.
In the other direction, the scent was extremely faint and was very likely the culprit.
Somehow, these Apocalypse followers clashed, caused conflicts, and then parted ways.
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Cavill Academy for Gifted Youngsters, Westchester County.
"What do you think is the relationship between Ms. Frost and Superman?"
A mischievous Raven jumped in front of Charles, startling his brother, who was seriously reading a book.
The latter put down his book and replied, "You should pay more attention to your homework than to school gossip, Raven."
"Gossip... Is there any new gossip?"
Raven's thinking was obviously not on the same page as Charles.
"I mean, you should be doing your homework, not talking about the scandal between the Principal and the School Board member."
Charles said helplessly, covering his forehead.
"But I'm curious. Every time Mr. Superman comes to school, he will stay in the Principal's office for a long time, and we won't even see them at dinner time."
Raven's little brain was showing amazing powers of observation in other areas.
"It's suspicious, isn't it?"
Charles shook his head and buried himself in his book, showing little interest.
In his view, Superman was his idol, and Ms. Frost was also an adult worthy of respect.
They were staying in the office, probably working on academic issues.
"Charles, Charles, Charles ..."
Raven, who didn't get a response, circled around Charles like a chattering, noisy duck.
The latter was annoyed to hear that, and his mind erupted, trying to stop his mischievous sister's nonsense.
Boom!
The psychic power emanating from him attracted the flaming crystals that swept through the sky.
The fragment entered Charles's mind with a whoosh, causing a tremendous jolt in his mind's eye.
Charles only felt that his head was about to explode.
He was out of control, radiating psychic powers.
Buzz! Buzz buzz!
A horrible buzzing sound suddenly echoed in the ears of everyone in the school.
"This is ... Charles!"
The White Queen, staying in her office, was alerted to the disturbance and went straight into her diamond form, shielding herself from the violent onslaught of psychic power.
"A level of ability completely beyond his age! It shouldn't be!"
Emma quickly arrived at the classroom.
Raven was the closest and had passed out.
Charles put his hands over his head and struggled to withdraw the outgoing psychic force.
But he couldn't do it, and his mental faculties, which had been magnified dozens of times, were like a runaway wild horse.
Not to mention control; it was a luxury even to hold it.
"It's okay, Charles."
The White Queen walked over with some difficulty as if breaking into the eye of a storm.
She spoke in a gentle tone as she chopped Charles cleanly on the nape.
The psychic onslaught that enveloped the whole school and created chaos then subsided.
"What the hell is going on?"
The White Queen looked at the fallen Charles with a slight frown on her face.
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The Phoenix Force was broken and scattered all over the world.
Erik, in California, Charles, in Westchester County.
This pair of destined friends were once again connected in an unexpected way.
However, besides the two of them, other hosts took this opportunity to rise again.
For example --
A certain loser who had failed completely and was paralyzed in bed.
"It's so dark. I can't see anything."
The special tight-fitting diving suit outlined the slender curves of the woman in the cabin.
Her waist-length, seaweed-like hair spreads out, giving her an extra touch of mysterious beauty.
"That's just how it is underwater."
The captain's eyes were locked on the woman, like magnets attracted to each other, and he couldn't move his eyes away.
"This is one of the routes to the capital of Atlantis, Poseidonia, and it takes about 40 minutes to reach the outer city, where the undersea people allow human activity, around the port."
The woman felt the captain's unabashedly passionate eyes that seemed to melt her.
She didn't care, but pushed up her chest, making the lines even more exaggerated.
"Is that so? You're very knowledgeable, Stefan."
The woman covered her lips lightly, her smile was charming, and her amber eyes seemed to hint at something.
The long trailing tone made the man's heart skip a beat.
Hiss!
This unquenchable fascination!
Those crew members quickly lowered their heads for fear of causing displeasure and scolding from the captain.
They didn't know who this woman was. She came down to this submarine with the captain.
Theoretically speaking, the trade channel to Atlantis didn't allow strangers outside the military to enter without authorization.
Whether it was a merchant ship or an incoming or outgoing submarine.
All members were required to have their passes checked, or they wouldn't be allowed in.
But the highly qualified Captain Stefan did so as if he was possessed, trying to win the heart of a woman.
This was done at the cost of a promising career and a great future.
At first, the crew didn't understand.
But later, when they saw the woman with their own eyes, they couldn't help but change their minds.
If they could get the favor of the other party, even if they were subjected to court martial, it would be worth it!
The captain's obsession was like a terrible epidemic that was spreading rapidly.
All the crew members fell in love with the mysterious woman. Even if she just looked at them one more time, it was an enormous blessing.
"Heh, men..."
The woman tossed her hair, pleased with her charm.
Even the nobles of the Senate of the Roman Republic, the Emperors of Persia, and the Kings of England … had all fallen at their feet.
It was normal for these ordinary people to indulge in her smile, and they couldn't help themselves.
'In this world, the only one who can resist me is probably ... Superman. '
The beautiful woman named Selene was in a complicated mood. Not being able to sleep with the other person was one of her biggest regrets.
If she could have sex with the strongest and most powerful man on the planet, it would be a great enrichment of experience and position.
'Sooner or later, I will be able to conquer him and become a god. '
Selene, the Black Queen, confidently thought so.
She was no longer the same!
The flame-like sparkling crystal gave the mutant witch a whole new level of power.
'As host of the Phoenix...'
The Black Queen opened her palm, and a wisp of illusory flame floated and swayed on it.
Two days ago, she sensed the call of this force.
At that time, Selene was in London, England, thinking about how to establish a sect, trick souls, and perform her own rituals, to become a god.
The fragments of the Phoenix Force came to her on its own initiative. She immediately accepted the gift without much hesitation.
Compared with Erik, Charles, who passively became a host for the Phoenix, the Black Queen was much more direct.
The reason was also very simple.
Selene had heard of the Phoenix Force.
This was one of the advantages of living for a very long time.
With long life, one could accumulate a lot of insights and things that ordinary people couldn't even imagine.
That was a powerful force that once burned Apocalypse half to death!
'I still need to find the others. '
The Black Queen rolled her eyes, and her thoughts returned to the present.
This was the main reason why she went to Atlantis.
Mutants on earth who were qualified to form alliances with her were basically dead.
Sebastian Shaw of Hellfire Club was hammered down by Superman.
Mister Sinister Nathaniel Essex also died at the hands of Superman.
In addition, the time-traveling master Kang the Conqueror was also pleasantly sent away.
'The Phoenix Force isn't interested in the mutants' personality. '
The Black Queen remembered the former King of Atlantis, Namor, who suffered a broken back.
She heard about that fool from Sebastian Shaw.
His IQ was always hindered by his raging emotions, he was easy to control and single-minded.
These negative comments, which seemed to be perfectly in line with someone being an 'idiotic teammate', had instead become positive factors for the Black Queen to choose as a partner.
'I need a guy like that. '
Selene moved. She didn't do anything but charm the captain a bit.
Her seductive talent, enhanced by the Phoenix Force, was simply irresistible to ordinary people.
At this time, even if the Black Queen ordered the men in the submarine to die for her, they would only swallow the muzzle of their guns and kill themselves with satisfied smiles.
"That ..."
"Go away! "
Perhaps the simp captain was noisy, the Black Queen frowned and shouted at him.
"All right."
Being insulted like this, the captain didn't get angry but showed an understanding smile.
This was the goddess's test for himself and a special treatment that only he could get.
The captain left contentedly, and Atlantis was ahead.
"Here we are."
The submarine passed through the heavy scrutiny of the Marine Corps and docked at the port in the outer city area.
The Black Queen, wearing a diving suit and an oxygen helmet, opened the cabin valve of the submarine.
The waterways leading to Atlantis were divided into sea trade routes and underwater transportation routes.
The marine sections were mainly responsible for supplying all kinds of minerals. The underwater sector is a more secretive exchange.
It was a way for the major countries to contact the robe aristocrats of the city.
"Atlantis."
The Black Queen looked up—the magnificent walls of the city and the glorious palace that stood above the underwater island.
The shuttle crafts were moving back and forth along a dense route, creating a neat and orderly transportation system in the city.
A few moments later, a conspicuously dressed Selene entered the underwater prison located in the western part of the capital.
As a powerful witch and a mutant strengthened by the Phoenix Force...
It wasn't difficult for her to sneak into Atlantis's prison, and its own guard force was very mediocre. The Black Queen entered as if she was entering her own backyard, not even wearing a disguise.
"Namor..."
Selene was looking for the target.
The former King of the Sea, who was charged with 'crimes against humanity,' 'attempted destruction of the world,' and 'collaborating with extremists', was held here.
Compared to the palace dormitories in the royal city, the damp, dark, and murky cells were undoubtedly an unbearable environment.
But for Namor, if he could continue to live, it was already the mercy of the aristocrats.
This was also because he was so badly injured that he couldn't even stand up.
Namor, who had lost his popularity, his power, and everything, posed no threat to the reign of the robed aristocrats.
Keeping him would help to shape the image of the benevolence of the aristocrats.
Otherwise, the hypocrites wouldn't mind sentencing the fallen King to the guillotine.
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In the deepest part of the prison, inside the solid alloy prison doors, there was a figure crawling on the ground.
The tattered clothing and the handcuffs on his hands and feet were all signs that he was a prisoner with a serious offense.
"Still alive."
The prison guard took a look behind bars and then left.
His daily work was very simple, just making sure the prisoners were still alive.
He didn't need to consider food, hygiene, and other aspects.
"Another bad day."
Namor slowly moved like a reptile with its bones removed.
Atlantis's cell was slightly different from the surface world, with beds and sanitary facilities placed in the corner.
The remaining one-third of the space was occupied by a nutrition chamber that resembled a large fish tank.
Long-term dehydration was a terrible punishment for Atlanteans.
Their bodies needed to be 'rehydrated' after leaving the sea for around a week.
Prisoners in prison would still have the most basic human rights.
Only when they made mistakes would they be punished by cutting off the water.
"One day, I will return to the surface."
Namor struggled to crawl and rolled into the nutrient cabin.
The liquid inside was rather turbid, obviously used for a long time, and hadn't been changed over a long period of time.
But this time, he didn't care about it.
Half of his body was soaked in the nutrient solution, and every cell in his body was hungry for water.
Namor's manic emotions also calmed down.
He closed his eyes and relaxed his breathing.
The stabbing pain from his broken spine felt a little better and no longer tortured him.
After the double trial from the military court and Atlantis, Namor was thrown into this cell-like garbage.
As the aristocrats said, he lost his crown of glory and power as King and became a 'nobody' prisoner.
Like falling from the clouds into the mud.
It was all because of -- Superman!
He would never forget the heavy blow that the upright figure gave him.
Howling in pain, struggling helplessly, and then returning to darkness.
Namor's self-confidence that was accumulated over decades completely collapsed under Superman's iron fist!
Hiss!
Memories may bring anger, despair, or hatred ... The poor King, who lost everything, subconsciously turned his body.
Severe pain hit his brain again!
His grim face, full of depression and disappointment, became particularly fierce.
"It shouldn't be like this."
Namor remembered what his land dweller father said, that he was born to rule the ocean and become the King of Atlantis.
But now, he had to stay in a cramped cell in the dark.
Day after day, he was wasting away.
This was undoubtedly the most terrible way to torture a strong man with great ambition and aspirations.
Creek!
The heavy prison door suddenly opened, and a glimmer of light came in.
"It smells so bad here."
The charming female voice sounded, which made Namor look up.
With the dark environment, he couldn't see her face clearly, but he could roughly judge that she had an explosive body.
"Namor?"
Against the light, the Black Queen, hidden in the shadows, stared at the bearded man who smelled like a beggar.
She couldn't help but hesitate. This figure really didn't look like the Lord of the Seven Seas, the King of Atlantis.
"Who are you?"
Namor asked coldly as he was lying in the nutrition cabin.
Since his imprisonment, many nobles came to visit and made fun of his situation.
"Someone who can save you."
The corners of the Black Queen's lips hooked up. She approached him a few steps and sent a gesture of goodwill.
"You're a mutant?"
Namor asked with a frown.
By the light, he could see the person's face.
Without the blue skin of Atlantis.
Beautiful, enchanting, like a deadly black mandala.
"Yes, we're the same."
Selene bent down slightly and spoke in a seductive tone, "Your people have abandoned you here, and the robed aristocrats have called you a 'cold-blooded executioner' and 'inhuman butcher', doing everything they can to smear your image."
"Your Majesty, Atlantis is no longer your home. It has united with the great kingdoms of the surface world against your will and against the traditions of the past."
After a failure, Namor became much calmer.
Before he hit his low point, there was one thing that was undoubtedly true.
Sebastian Shaw deceived him and used him.
Namor slightly frowned. The bewitching tone of the Black Queen was familiar to him. This was simply no different than Sebastian Shaw.
'This is a liar!'
He decided.
"Tell me what you need from me and what you can give me."
Namor's face was tense, trying to restrain the excitement inside.
No one wanted to stay in a cell, endure the dirty environment and waste their life.
Freedom was something that every prisoner in jail once had, then lost, and now yearned for.
The arrival of the Black Queen brought him a glimmer of hope.
"I hope you can get out of the shadow of failure, overcome your inner nightmare and find yourself again."
The Black Queen revealed her chips.
A brilliant flame crystal.
The Phoenix Force!
She had already gotten one and couldn't continue to absorb it.
A Phoenix host was needed, and Selene thought that Namor was very suitable.
He was a mutant with powerful ability and great potential.
Unfortunately, he met a strong enemy like Superman when he first debuted, so he suffered a disastrous defeat and lost everything.
"Atlanteans can easily heal your broken spine, allowing you to recover and stand up again."
The Black Queen stirred up Namor's anger, trying to keep the other party from thinking clearly and become her puppet.
"But they didn't. Those aristocrats allowed you to live without dignity, hiding behind the curtain and laughing."
"I'm willing to give you the opportunity to take revenge and take back what belongs to you ... but only if you sign a contract."
Selene threw out a parchment branded with flames. She was a witch and was no stranger to the ways of the demons in Hell.
In this contract, there were many traps that ordinary people wouldn't pay attention to.
By signing on the dotted line, the Black Queen could easily take away Namor's soul when the job was done.
After using this tool to the fullest!
No matter before or after death, she could use him!
Perfect!
"How can I trust you?"
Namor glanced at the contract and warily asked.
To be honest, he couldn't quite understand the obscure, tongue-twisting, and long words.
The Black Queen stretched out her hand and poured life energy drawn from the usual sources into Namor's body.
It was like a medical miracle!
Namor, whose spine was broken and his lower body was paralyzed, actually felt something.
He grabbed the edge of the nutrition cabin with both hands and suddenly stood up.
The atrophied muscles were slowly expanding like a water-filled balloon.
"This is ..."
"Your lost strength."
The Black Queen smiled and continued, "I can also make you stronger."
Namor's expression looked uncertain. He hung his head as if he was thinking.
After a few deep breaths, the young king, who had nothing to lose, took the contract from Selene.
He bit his finger and placed his fingerprint on it.
He placed his 'name' on the contract!
"Very well, you made a wise choice."
The Black Queen smiled with satisfaction. She handed the piece of the Phoenix Force to the other party and then said, "Now it's time to talk about the fulfillment part of the contract."
"I need you to deal with a man and hold him in check."
Namor's eyes flashed as he gradually regained his strength and asked in a deep voice, "Who?"
"Your 'old friend'."
The Black Queen spat out the name softly.
"Superman."
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Caught off guard, hearing Superman's name again, Namor's tense face relaxed a little.
For him, this was a taboo and nightmare that he didn't want to mention.
Neptune's Trident, the King's majesty, power, and status ... each of the most important things to him was lost one after another.
As if destined, that man was his nemesis.
Every time they bumped into each other, nothing good would happen.
"Can I refuse?"
The corner of Namor's mouth twitched a little as he coldly asked.
He had a hard time getting back on his feet and didn't want to have his spine broken again and lose the ability to walk.
"Namor, you're scared? "
The Black Queen's eyebrows are furrowed, seemingly dissatisfied.
Such an ally wasn't worthy of being her tool.
According to the information she got from Sebastian Shaw, Namor should be an irritable character who was impulsive and wouldn't give up so easily.
Now that he had recovered from his serious injury, his strength was taken to a new level and had improved significantly.
The fire of revenge in his heart should be blazing.
The Phoenix Force was the conceptual embodiment of the emotional energy and spiritual heart of universal life.
However, all the selected qualities would be greatly affected by some aspects of emotion.
For example, the Dark Phoenix was Jean Gray's negative personality after witnessing the death of her loved ones.
If Namor's heart was full of hatred and he wanted to get back at Superman, then he would naturally agree.
"I just don't want to do something that is meaningless and bound to fail."
Namor easily broke free from the shackles and whispered, "Who have you ever seen that go against Superman? Which one of them survived without any serious injury? "
"Lady, I'm grateful that you came here, and I'm willing to pay the price in return for your kindness."
"But that doesn't mean I want to die!
We only live once, and freedom is precious."
I have lost these, so I treasure them even more."
This answer made the Black Queen somewhat embarrassed, and Namor didn't seem to be someone easy to fool.
After thinking about it, she could only pull out the soul contract and spoke in a compulsive tone, "You are mistaken, Namor."
"I'm not asking you to fight with Superman, but to attract his attention and hold him back."
"I'm not going to lie to you. I learned the secret of becoming a god a long time ago and need a sufficient number of souls as sacrifices."
"But it is not easy to achieve this."
"If the ceremony of becoming a god is held rashly, once Superman arrives and stops it, then my efforts will be wasted, and my hard work will be ruined."
Selene's beautiful face looked pitiful and made people feel sympathy.
Namor's eyes flashed for a moment, and his cold expression loosened.
"How long do you need?" Asked the former King of Atlantis.
"The opening of the ceremony of becoming a god will cause a great commotion."
The Black Queen pondered for a moment and replied, "The location is in London, and Superman has been staying in Washington, DC. lately."
"Considering the distance between them, you have to stop Superman for about half an hour."
Namor glanced at the soul contract with the fingerprint and felt some fear.
"After that?"
He asked.
When the Black Queen became a dimensional demon god, how could he escape?
Should he tell Superman that it was just a misunderstanding, a joke?
He was afraid that the other party wouldn't hesitate to hammer his brain out!
"I will take you to a safe dimensional world, far away from Superman."
The Black Queen seemed to have planned everything, confidently saying, "There is no doubt that he's the most powerful man on this planet. There is hardly any opponent."
"But if I can rise to the level of a dimensional demon god, I can leave this world and open up my own dimensional world!"
"No matter how powerful Superman is, he won't be able to find us."
Selene made a promise, even though she herself wasn't sure about the matter.
But no matter what, she had to get Namor on her boat first.
She was tired of relying on other people's life energy to survive.
Becoming a dimension demon god and gaining eternal life was the Black Queen's long-standing goal.
So, at the very beginning, she reached a partnership with Mister Sinister and put her hopes for success on Apocalypse.
Mister Sinister craved Apocalypse's body, and wanted to get that powerful ability.
The Black Queen wanted Apocalypse's soul in an attempt to gather enough shares for the ritual of becoming a god.
But this plan, because of Kang the Conqueror's appearance, and Superman's chaotic entrance, ended up in failure.
In desperation, the Black Queen could only choose the method 'quantity' over 'quality'.
There were over eight million people in Britain. Using Chthon's dark magic, the implementation of area refinement could fully satisfy the conditions she needed.
"Deal."
Namor, who showed a tangled expression, hesitated for a few seconds, then nodded and answered.
There were few roads for him to choose from.
If he refused the Black Queen and provoked the other party to tear up the soul contract, he would suffer.
"I just want to see the surface world and breathe fresh air before that."
Namor said so and looked up.
He hadn't seen the sun for a long, long time.
"No problem."
The Black Queen breathed a sigh of relief.
She also didn't want to cause conflict with Namor and force him with a soul contract.
It would be best if they could reach a mutual agreement.
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters building, Potomac River.
It had been two days since Captain America's wedding.
The former took his new wife to Scotland for their honeymoon.
Bucky, who seemed to recall something, also acted as a third wheel in their two-person world in the name of being a bodyguard.
Seeing that the weather was getting colder and colder, and soon the snow would fall.
Luke was deeply curious about how Captain America balanced the relationship between his wife and his best friend.
However, he was busy on official business, and there was no reason to join the honeymoon trip of three, so he had to put away the nasty jokes.
"The Phoenix Force selected a host?"
After returning to Washington, D.C., Luke received bad news from Westchester County.
There was an accident in the mutant academy. Charles's psychic abilities went out of control.
Many younger students fell into a coma and suffered injuries.
And Charles, too, hadn't woken up.
In addition, Apocalypse's followers in California had been arrested and taken into custody.
Only a boy named Erik was left, still at large.
Wolverine, who went to track him, and Sabretooth, who arrived later...
Were caught in the crossfire and suffered a rare defeat.
It was said that they were beaten and had no ability to fight back.
Luke smiled, not surprised when he saw the report written by Nick Fury.
The Adamantium gave the brothers an indestructible body and unimaginable destructive power.
But it also became a major weakness for them -- especially in front of Magneto.
It was simply a natural restraint, without the slightest chance of winning!
"Replace them with someone else, such as Agent Zero of the Task Force or a psychic like Silver Fox."
Luke shrugged his shoulders. Young Magneto didn't get a special helmet to shield telepathy, so he wasn't difficult to deal with.
"As for Charles, let Emma try psychological therapy to guide his emotions."
"That kid is smart. He should learn to harness the Phoenix Force soon."
The Phoenix Force would only stimulate the host's original emotions and affect their hearts.
If the will was strong enough and the psychological quality was good enough, it was possible to control the power and use it for oneself.
"Is there anything else?"
In Luke's opinion, it was all an everyday matter.
With the superheroes of the Marvel Universe, only the explosion of Earth, and the destruction of the universe's level of crisis, could be called a major event.
"Yes."
William Stryker, who was in charge of the errands, nodded his head.
He managed the mutant Task Force instead of Luke.
Therefore, the relevant work was also reported by him.
"Director, do you remember Namor McKenzie?"
Stryker sat upright and uttered a name that was gradually being forgotten in the corner.
"Namor? Isn't he in an underwater prison in Atlantis?"
Luke raised his eyebrows and seemed to be interested.
Neptune's Trident, and the Continental Shelf Oscillator, were still shelved in S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secret warehouse.
"A few hours ago, he sent a message to S.H.I.E.L.D through the mutant office in Boston."
Stryker looked a little puzzled and whispered, "He said he was going to report a female mutant named Selene who was preparing to commit a massive, genocide-level massacre in London!"
'Report?'
Namor, the chuunibyou, finally learned his lesson?
"Where is he?"
Luke asked.
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