Marvel’s Superman

"Will he identify with mutants?"

In the seaside hotel on Anna Maria Island, in the luxurious suite, a glamorous woman with snow-white skin held a glass of red wine and handed it to Sebastian Shaw.

"Namo-McKenzie is not like ordinary people, his mind is fragile, and his mind is at the mercy of me. I can only guide him from the side to make him believe in the correct theory of mutant supremacy."

Sebastian Xiao smiled confidently, took the glass and said, "Of course. I can see Namor McKenzie's flaws at a glance, he is not the kind of determined person, his face is full of confusion, hesitation, No direction, an easy-to-control puppet candidate."

The glamorous woman nodded. When she went deep into Namor's mind, she felt a particularly obvious depression.

"If it wasn't for the cooperation with Hydra before, I still don't know that in this world, in addition to humans, mutants, and Atlantis! They exist in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean and have never been discovered by outsiders."

Sebastian was a little excited. Since the collapse of the Third Reich, he took the people of the Hellfire Club into hiding.

This mad scientist isn't just keeping his head down and is willing to settle for ordinary people.

Quite the contrary, Sebastian is power-hungry, ambitious, and has always seen mutants as tools and weapons.

Therefore, he hopes to find an opportunity to lead the Hellfire Club to the rise.

But a world war has just ended, order has begun to be rebuilt, power has been reshuffled, and there is no room for mutants to develop.

"The Atlanteans lived at the bottom of the ocean. They were naturally different from humans. They had blue skin and could breathe underwater."

Sebastian said of the information he got from Hydra, "Namo-McKenzie is an exception. He was born of the Princess of Atlantis and an American captain, with human skin color and appearance, once So discriminated against and expelled from Atlantis."

"Hydra had contact with Atlantis?"

The Lengyan woman was somewhat amazed at the strength of that huge organization.

"Although the Red Skull was defeated, the strength of the Hydra still survived. They have studied a lot of ancient human civilization, and it is not surprising that they know the existence of Atlantis."

Sebastian tasted the taste of red wine and said softly: "Emma, ​​relying only on mutants, is temporarily unable to fight against the huge society established by humans."

"Let them kill each other and consume each other so that we can have a chance."

"And this is exactly what humans are best at!"

A glamorous woman named "Emma Frost" listened silently. She was the "White Queen" in the Hellfire Club, second only to Sebastian Shaw.

With a psychic ability similar to that of the bald professor, he can read the thoughts and memories of others, and even perform forced modification and control. He is a rare Alpha-level mutant.

Unless Sebastian Shaw found a special material in the Soviet Union to isolate the spirit and made it into a helmet.

She would still be restrained by the White Queen, not to mention convincing her to join the Hellfire Club.

"What about Superman?"

The White Queen turned on the TV and watched the young major general who flashed by in the news.

"Luke Cavill is a tough opponent, but it's not as scary as I imagined. When I master my abilities, plus your mind control, sooner or later, this superman will fall to the feet of the Hellfire Club."

Sebastian is high-spirited, he can absorb all forms of energy, transform it, and release it.

These include electrical energy, thermal energy, kinetic energy, etc. It can be said that even if tanks and bombers go into battle together, they may not be able to hurt the Black King of the Hellfire Club.

The only flaw may be that Sebastian's energy storage has an upper limit.

Once exceeded, it will explode and die.

"I used to think about helping the Third Reich and destroying Luke Cavill. However, I was not enough to fully control the ability back then, and it is different now. I have a deeper evolution."

Sebastian looked at the sea under the night, full of ambition.

He has carefully studied the abilities of superhumans, and it is nothing more than a substantial enhancement of physical fitness, plus flying and hot sight.

Just being restrained by yourself!

"Wait until I convince Namor McKenzie to let him join the Hellfire Club and identify himself as a mutant before I go to trouble with that Superman."

Sebastian looked at the tall figure reflected in the floor-to-ceiling window and smiled, "By the way, save the red devil Asazo and the others."

White Queen Emma frowned slightly and did not express her opinion.

Outside the window, gloomy dark clouds slowly gathered.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

...

...

Washington, D.C., the offices of S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

Luke turned the seat and turned his back to the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows like a glass curtain wall, you can see the bright night view of the Potomac River.

Thoughts are like waves, precipitating into plans or ideas.

When the night got darker, Luke, who was leaning on the seat, seemed to sense something and frowned.

The solid space was cut open, and the sparks of magic danced.

The smell of incense from Kathmandu, the bells chanted, drifted over.

"I've been waiting for you, Master Gu Yi."

Luke, who was holding a glass of whisky in his right hand, blinked and said with a smile, "I would have you come earlier."

"For example, in Brooklyn, or Sicily, Rome, or even Paris. I didn't expect our first meeting to be Washington, D.C."

The folded and changed void space opened a circular passage, and a figure wearing a yellow robe appeared.

Lifting the hood covering his face, a bright bald head appeared.

"You guessed it, I'll come over?"

The uninvited guest asked with interest.

"I'm just always ready, waiting for the day when the Supreme Mage finds me."

Luke turned the seat, put down the wine glass in his hand, and looked directly at each other.

"There will always be this day, isn't it? What do you think of a person like me? A stowaways, or a visitor from another world?"

The young major general of the military, without any intention of concealing, asked the question directly.

Since the Supreme Master took the initiative to come to the door, he must have some understanding of his own identity.

Pretending to be ignorant and continuing to play stupid will only make the other party look down on it.

On the Marvel studios, most of the bald heads are more difficult to deal with.

For example, a mutant professor who was still a child.

Or the Supreme Mage who appeared in front of him.

Their existence makes one have to suspect that the bald head is very likely a sign of the strong.

Or, is there some kind of bonus to individual strength?

Then again, Thanos has no hair?

And Nick Fury—forget it, Director Ludan has no other ability than embezzling public funds.

Luke's eyes were stunned, as if he had discovered some amazing big secret.

"There are many kinds."

The Supreme Mage also seemed to have entered this conversation mode, raising his right arm slightly, and the seat automatically slid over.

She sat in a chair and met Luke face to face.

"The three sanctuaries often capture strange souls from other dimensions or other worlds. The usual measure for them is to send them back."

The Supreme Mage said patiently.

"Occasionally there are exceptions. For example, when the dimensions overlap and the space is turbulent, many innocent people are unfortunately killed, and the soul passes through the gap between the dimension space and the universe. After it is judged that there is no danger, the sanctuary will give a shelter. place."

Luke adjusted his sitting position, as if to make himself more comfortable.

The Supreme Master is the protector of the earth. What she and the three sanctuaries maintain is not world peace, but the balance and stability of multi-dimensional space.

In fact, the group of mages is generally not interested in the fierce disputes in the human world.

Even the Third Reich was victorious, colonizing the globe and pushing extreme racial theories.

Most of the three sanctuaries and Kama Taj will not intervene and change the historical trajectory that should have happened.

The enemy worthy of their vigilance is the many demons in hell, the dimensional demon gods who are eyeing them.

"Then who am I? Someone who needs to be deported, or an innocent person in protective custody?"

Luke asked calmly.

ps: Thank you [Sky Mirror 1900] for the 1000 point reward, [A lifetime of sunshine] for 1000 points, and [Criminal Gay] for the 100 point reward, compare your heart~

ps2: On the shelves this Friday, I will sacrifice a copy of "General Fujitora of the Pirates", take a little luck, suck and suck~