Superman of the American Comics - Chapter 289

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The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle. As the silver fox Keira imagined, they had an indescribable negative distance contact.

First of all, the relationship with each other is not to this extent.

Luke and the White Queen are at best a pure friendship of “mutual appreciation of technology and flesh”, not to mention any deep feelings.

The former favors the driving experience, while the latter favors the driving technique.

To a certain extent, it can be regarded as each taking what they need and satisfying each other.

So, as soon as they meet, they hug each other excitedly, then flick their tongues, have a suffocating kiss, and then tell each other their sincerity and affection… This doesn’t fit their positioning.

But he can directly raise the gun and mount the horse and meet frankly, but it also seems too eager and hungry.

Luke is not on a deserted island without people, spending twenty-eight years alone, relying only on craftsmanship, or Robinson, the Savage Friday to pass the time.

Besides, when he was fighting for the supremacy of the Supreme Mage, he had a few friendly matches with the Queen of the Hell Frontier, which was a wonderful and fulfilling process for both parties.

If there is no urgent need, there will be no impatient driving scene.

“It’s really you?” The

White Queen subconsciously released her psychic power when she saw the long-disappeared Superman.

Then it seemed as if she had hit a solid copper wall, she was slightly dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprises.

“On TV, the president publicly announced your death, and there was a national mourning a while ago.”

“The Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, specially opened vodka to celebrate, and they finally got a good night’s sleep.”

“Variant The order of people, after you left, fell apart and returned to the embarrassing situation of nothing.”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. is crumbling, facing the fate of being disbanded…” The

White Queen left the seat, and she worked hard to calm down her turbulent emotions.

But the rapid breathing, the ups and downs of the chest, exposed the true heart.

“It sounds

like I’m important to the world,”

Luke said with a smile.

He didn’t expect that the White Queen would be so excited about her return.

This is much more satisfying than the welcome ceremony between Howard and Captain America.

The White Queen looked up at Luke and said softly, “I once heard a saying to the effect that the planet never revolves around someone.”

“But seeing what happened after you disappeared. ”

I don’t think this sentence is necessarily correct.” ”

Luke

, you are like a celestial body that can affect everything around you and gradually expand your radiation range.”

What he said was exactly what he had been striving to achieve.

Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure that in the face of any force, we can have a strong voice.

This completes the smooth transition from a war hero, a military mascot, to a humanoid nuclear weapon for strategic deterrence, and a person in power.

Luke sees himself as a player on the world table, and he just wants to get all the good cards in his pocket, so that he can control the direction of the future and not let everything go out of control.

It’s like someone with obsessive-compulsive disorder who sees wine glasses that are in the wrong place and has to put them back in place, otherwise it will be uncomfortable.

He believes that this is a common problem of some kind of transmigrators, or, in other words, a psychological problem left by the once weak.

Hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles.

“Ms. Frost, your compliment made my day better.”

Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that was quietly born and the self-reflection that passed by.

The satisfaction brought by power is only the condiment of the dinner.

He still has a long way to go, and he will not be limited to the planet under his feet.

At this time, I started to be complacent, and it was a little too early.

“Let’s talk about your troubles, you know, I’ve always been happy to solve troubles and deal with problems for others.”

Luke stretched his arms around the White Queen’s waist, and leaned back on the wide and comfortable on the seat.

He came to the Hellfire Club, and it wasn’t all about reminiscing about the old days, and skin-to-skin.

Something else.

“I’m waiting for your words.” The

latter sat on Luke’s lap, wrapped his hands around each other’s neck, and pressed them together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.

This is going to fall to the Hellfire Club, and in the eyes of other mutants, I am afraid that they can hear a piece of heartbreak.

Generally speaking, male-dominated power structures will be either tough or kind, fully demonstrating their charisma.

While women have the right to speak, they tend to carefully design their own images to win more fans.

To put it simply, the character of the White Queen in the Hellfire Club belongs to the iceberg goddess who is unattainable and can only be seen from a distance.

But here in Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation of mutants, easily took off that layer of cool, beautiful and inviolable coat.

“You should also know about the recent actions of Essex Bio. They captured mutants for genetic experiments, and they also wanted to take away the research base of Lake Akalia from S.H.I.E.L.D.,” the

White Queen said in her eyes .

Schadenfreude means that someone is obviously going to be unlucky.

The last guy who was going to snatch something from Superman’s grave was two feet tall.

“…That’s it, Nathaniel

Essex, he is a powerful mutant who used to follow Apocalypse, and now he is mixed with the government.”

It’s just that Essex Bio’s plan was originally stated.

The latter and S.H.I.E.L.D., and Superman, are themselves in the opposite camp.

Otherwise, why did Conqueror Kang seek cooperation with Mr. Omen.

The latter is dedicated to becoming the next mutant god, Apocalypse.

He worked hard to study biological genes, trying to change life by relying on science.

But unfortunately, Mr. Omen has an invincible opponent, an insurmountable obstacle, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.

The disappearance of the latter, coupled with the agitation of Kang the Conqueror.

It prompted Mr. Omen to take risks and repeatedly test the danger of being hit by a dog’s head.

“Very well, I need you, and the Hellfire Club is standing in front of the stage.”

Luke’s eyes flickered slightly after hearing this, and he chuckled: “If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a rising player. , a big company with a government background.”

“Howard has made a detailed plan for this.” The

White Queen nodded, she did not doubt what Superman said.

Whether at the gaming table or in a private duel, Mr. Omen seems to have no chance of winning.

This time, he hit the iron plate.

The White Queen smiled lightly, and then covered Superman’s mouth with enthusiasm.

In this way, she announced that the work discussion was over.

Next, there is the sports segment for private entertainment.

…………

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Two days later.

Essex Building.

This forty-five-story, towering skyscraper is one of Manhattan’s landmarks.

Originally a top-level apartment, it was bought directly by Mr. Omen, who was lavishing and squandering government funds, and used it for office space.

“It’s a good feeling to look down at all beings from a high place.”

Mr. Omen in a high-end suit folded his hands on his chest and sighed.

The reason why those self-proclaimed elite and high-class humans like tall buildings is probably to enjoy the beautiful experience of stepping on the city under their feet.

“I used to be buried in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses… but I forgot that a life filled with power and money is actually not interesting.”

Mr. Omen, the current helm of Essex Bio , sent out such a dull thought.

With the support of the White House and the future technology of the conquistadors, this biological company has gained a firm foothold and a great reputation within only half a year.

Many media, newspapers believe that Essex will become the second Stark Industries.

Such remarks fell into the ears of Mr. Omen, more like a joke.

“Howard Stark… a guy with a big life.”

Mr. Omen didn’t look down on the world-class genius, partly because of the arrogance of the mutants, and the other because of his personality.

He used to be a serious scientist, a contemporary of Darwin, but was rejected and disliked by the mainstream academic circles because of his extreme theories and racially colored speeches.

This past period has made Mr. Omen become neurotic and cynical.

Since then, he has hated any scientist who is sought after and recognized by the mainstream.

Especially a genius like Howard Stark, who is recognized by the world.

“Maybe Kang the Conqueror is right, I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

Mr. Omen rubbed his chin, the clone troopers sent a few days ago missed.

Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it appears on the surface. He hides an unknown secret hole card, so he can solve the clone who can be called a super soldier.

Ding bell, ding bell–

the rapid ringing of the phone interrupted Mr. Omen’s musings.

He turned around and picked up the microphone.

“Mr. Essex, there are a lot of… mutants gathered downstairs, they are protesting.” The

female secretary’s slightly panicked voice entered her ears.

“Protest what?”

Mr. Omen wondered.

When did mutants dare to appear in public?

And protested?

“They said that the company imprisoned and arrested mutants and carried out cruel experiments that were illegal and contrary to humanism.” The

female secretary may have never seen such a scene and panicked: “Originally, the security guards tried to drive them away, but they failed. Many media reporters were attracted.”

“I see.”

Mr. Omen said lightly and hung up the phone.

“The trick that the White Queen came up with? I have the backing of the puppet president. I really thought that finding a group of mutants who were rejected by the mainstream could shake Essex’s status with a few slogans? Naive.”

Mr. Omen said contemptuously, Did not take it to heart.

Until half an hour later, he saw the news on the TV –

“My brother Bob, he has always been an obedient and good boy, and he has never done anything bad.”

“Just two days ago, people from Essex Bio broke into my house and they were going to take Bob forcibly – just because he’s a mutant.”

“Those fierce thugs with government jobs. License, brutally pinned him to the ground, put his legs on his neck…”

“Poor Bob, he’s just a kid, there’s no way he can resist…”

“He said, ‘I can’t breathe’ , shouting my mother’s name…”

“…” On the

TV, there was a dark-skinned man who complained with blood and tears.

“Mutants also have the right to live in this country, and they should be treated equally…”

“This is a free country, we breathe the air of freedom, so we should be free!” The

black man raised his arms and won the Three floors and three floors, the road was surrounded by the support and applause of the melon-eating crowd – although they didn’t pay attention to the content at all, but they shouted together and it was over.

“By the way, Bob is gay, has joined the Animal Protection Society, is a vegetarian, believes in Islam, and is a submissive of Muhammad.” The

black man added.

“He should have had a better life, but it was all destroyed by Essex Bio!”

Discriminated mutants + discriminated black people + marginalized groups + small animals + religious people…

Hurt Laman !

[End of this Chapter]