Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 276 Start stacking buffs, breathe freely

The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as the silver fox Keira imagined

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

Luke and the White Queen are pure friendship at best, not to mention any deep feelings.

To some extent, it can be regarded as what each needs.

Therefore, as soon as they meet, they hug each other excitedly, and then tell each other their hearts, which is not in line with their positioning.

Luke is not Robinson Robinson who spends 28 years alone on a deserted island and can only rely on handicrafts to pass the time.

Besides, he also had several friendly matches with the Queen of the Borderlands of Hell during the Battle of the Supreme Mage.

"Really you?"

When the White Queen saw the long-lost Superman, she subconsciously released her psychic abilities.

Then, as if hitting a solid wall of copper and iron, she was a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprise.

"On TV, the president publicly announced your death, and a while ago, he even carried out national mourning."

"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."

"The order of mutants fell apart after you left, and returned to the embarrassing situation of having nothing."

"SHIELD is crumbling and facing the fate of being disbanded..."

The White Queen left her seat, trying to calm down the turbulent emotions.

But the shortness of breath revealed his true heart.

"It sounds like I'm important to the world."

Luke smiled.

He did not expect that the White Queen would be so excited about his 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 this planet never revolves around a certain person."

"However, seeing what happened after you disappeared."

"I think this sentence may not necessarily be correct."

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

The corners of Luke's mouth curled up. What the White Queen said was exactly what he had been working hard to achieve.

Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure a strong voice in the face of any force.

In this way, a war hero, a mascot of the military, a humanoid nuclear weapon for strategic deterrence, and a smooth transformation of the person in power are completed.

Luke regards himself as a player on the world gambling table. He just wants to get all the good cards in his pocket, so that he can control the direction of the future and prevent everything from getting out of control.

It's like a patient with obsessive-compulsive disorder. When they see wine glasses placed in the wrong place, they must put them back in place, otherwise they will feel uncomfortable.

He thinks this is a common problem of some kind of time traveler, or in other words, a psychological problem left over from the once weak.

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

"Ms. Frost, your compliment just makes my day."

Luke waved his hand, and quickly put away the quietly born vanity and flashed self-reflection.

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

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

It's a bit premature to start to be complacent at this time.

"Let's talk about your troubles. You know, I've always been happy to solve troubles and deal with problems."

Luke put his arms around the White Queen's waist, and then leaned back on the large and comfortable seat.

He came to the Hellfire Club, not all for reminiscing about the old days, and for skin-to-skin contact.

Another business.

"I'm waiting for your words."

The latter sat on Luke's lap, his hands wrapped around the other's neck, and they were stuck together.

If this fell into the eyes of the Hellfire Club and other mutants, they might hear heartbroken voices.

Generally speaking, a power structure dominated by men will behave either toughly or kindly, fully demonstrating the charm of personality.

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

To put it simply, the White Queen's character design in the Hellfire Club is an iceberg goddess who is unattainable and can only be seen from a distance.

But for Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation of mutants easily took off the glamorous, beautiful and inviolable coat.

"You should also know the recent actions of Essex Biological Company. They captured mutants for genetic experiments, and they also want to take away the research base of Lake Acaria from S.H.I.E.L.D."

There was a look of gloating in the White Queen's eyes, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.

The grave of the last guy who planned to grab something from Superman was two feet high.

"...That's it, Nathaniel Essex, he's a powerful mutant who once followed Apocalypse, and now he's mixed with the government."

The White Queen didn't add fuel to the fire or fan the flames, but just revealed the plan of Essex Biological Company.

The latter and S.H.I.E.L.D., and Superman, are themselves in opposing camps.

Otherwise, why would Kang the Conqueror seek cooperation from Mister Omen.

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

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

But unfortunately, Mister 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. Ominous to take risks with himself, and tried repeatedly on the verge of being blown off his head.

"Very well, I need you, and the Hellfire Club to stand on stage."

Luke's eyes flickered slightly after listening, and he said with a chuckle: "If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a big company that is rising and has a government background."

"Aiming at this, Howard has made a detailed plan."

The White Queen nodded, she had no doubts about what Superman said.

Whether it is at the gambling table or in a direct confrontation in private, Mr. Ominous seems to have no chance of winning.

This time, he hit an iron plate.

The White Queen smiled lightly, and then enthusiastically blocked Superman's mouth.

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

Next, is the sports segment for private entertainment.

……

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Two days later.

Essex Building.

This 45-story, towering skyscraper is considered one of Manhattan's landmark buildings.

It was originally a top-level apartment, but it was bought directly by Mr. Ominous Omen, who spent a lot of money with government funds, and used it as an office space.

"It's a good feeling to look down on all beings from a height."

Mr. Ominous, dressed in a high-end suit, folded his hands on his chest and said with emotion.

The reason why those self-proclaimed elites and high-class people like high-rise buildings is probably because they enjoy the wonderful experience of stepping on the city under their feet.

"I used to bury my head in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... but I forgot that a life filled with power and money is actually not interesting."

Mister Omen, now at the helm of Essex Bio, had such a dry thought.

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

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

Such remarks fell into the ears of Mister Ominous, more like a joke.

"Howard Stark... a big guy."

Mister Sinister didn't look down on that world-class genius, partly because of the mutant's arrogance, and partly because of his personality.

He used to be a serious scientist, contemporaneous with Darwin, but later he was rejected and disgusted by the mainstream academic circles because of his extreme theories and racially charged speeches.

This bad past has made Mr. Ominous neurotic and cynical.

From then on, he hated any scientist who was sought after and recognized by the mainstream.

Especially a genius recognized by the world like Howard Stark.

"Maybe Kang the Conqueror is right. I should do it myself to make sure everything is safe."

Mister Sinister rubbed his chin. The clone warriors sent a few days ago had missed.

Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems on the surface. He has hidden secret cards that are unknown, so he can solve the clone who can be called a super soldier.

Jingle bells, jingle bells—

The rapid ringtone of the phone interrupted Mr. Sinister's contemplation.

He turned and approached, picked up the microphone.

"Mr. Essex, there are many... mutants gathered downstairs, and they are protesting."

The female secretary's slightly panicked voice came to her ears.

"Protest what?"

Mr. Omen was strange.

When did mutants dare to appear in public?

And protest?

"They said that the company imprisoned and arrested mutants, and conducted cruel experiments that were illegal and contrary to humanitarianism."

Perhaps the female secretary had never seen such a scene before, and said in a panic, "The security guards tried to drive them away, but they failed and attracted many media reporters."

"I see."

Mr. Sinister said something lightly and hung up the phone.

"The trick that the White Queen came up with? With the backing of that puppet president, I really thought that finding a bunch of mutants who were rejected by the mainstream could shake Essex's position by shouting a few slogans? Naive."

Mister Sinister spoke contemptuously and didn't take it to heart.

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

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

"Just two days ago, people from Essex Biotech broke into my house. They were going to forcibly take Bob away - just because he is a mutant."

"The gang of fierce thugs, holding government work licenses, brutally pressed him to the ground and pinned his neck with their legs..."

"Poor Bob, he's just a kid, it's impossible to resist..."

"He said, 'I can't breathe' and called his mother's name..."

"..."

On the TV, there was a dark-skinned man complaining with blood and tears.

"Mutants also have the right to live in this country, and should be treated equally..."

"This is a free country, we breathe free air, so we deserve to be free!"

The black man raised his arms and shouted, winning the support and applause of the melon-eaters who surrounded the road from three floors inside and outside. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they just shouted together and it was over.

"By the way, Bob is gay, has joined the Animal Protection Association, is a vegetarian, believes in religion, and is a follower of Muhammad."

The black man added.

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

Discriminated mutants + discriminated blacks + marginalized groups + small animal protection + religious people...

Full damage!

　ps: In the near future, it is the KPI assessment of the department in the second half of the year. It is really tiring to engage in activities to deceive Krypton, and to be a dog to deceive local tyrants.

　　Master readers also know that this year's economic downturn and industry turmoil-whether my job or the Internet literary circle, this is the case.

　　No way, I also want to update normally. After all, it is not easy to write some achievements, but social animals, who have no human rights, want to create wealth for the boss while enjoying blessings.

　　Be considerate to each other, mid-August will be almost done.

　　

　

(End of this chapter)