Superman

Because, the White Queen can turn into a diamond.

It can easily cut through the skin and tear apart the flesh and blood.

What appears to be a beautiful temptation may be an act that takes one's life.

But Luke's face remained unchanged, and he asked in a light tone: "Is this seduction?"

"No, Mr. Lieutenant General, this is cooperation."

The White Queen's frowns were furrowed, and then stretched out, with an iceberg-like delicate face, she smiled sweetly: "As you said before, verbal promises cannot be trusted, and paper contracts can be torn up."

"Since this is the case, I think that instead of slowly building trust and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, it is better to increase mutual understanding in a deeper way."

"what do you think?"

Glancing down at the stunning whiteness, Luke shook his head and said, "This is not a suitable battlefield."

"Mr. Lieutenant General, look at the group of people outside. Among them are the president, cabinet officials, and generals from the Pentagon. They are all at the top of the pyramid of power."

The White Queen's smile became more and more intense, as if letting go of some kind of restraint and letting go of herself.

"Don't you think it's more exciting in such a formal occasion?"

Luke took a deep breath, suppressing the inner impulse.

Most of the time, he maintains his rationality and avoids being controlled by impulsive emotions.

"I like to take the initiative, Emma."

Luke held the finger that was fiddled with his chest, and said with emphasis: "I don't like being led away. Even if I really want to have an in-depth exchange, when and where, it should be up to me to decide."

The White Queen seemed a little disappointed, she withdrew her provocative fingers.

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

"Now, White House, may I, Mr. Lieutenant General?"

Chapter 155? Don't talk about it, brother Gongba likes it

The West Wing of the White House, outlying buildings.

"This is a trap at all! How can humans accept us. Xiao made a lot of sense. Genes are the only criterion for determining the population level. Mutants are better, so they will be rejected."

The rising star Drake, dressed as a hippie, made loud noises and disturbing panic while playing with the Dupont lighter in his hand.

"Don't let your guard down, Regan. They may be discussing next door right now, how to lure mutants to the operating table so that they can carry out those evil and cruel scientific experiments."

Leaning on the sofa, looking quietly at Regan the Iceman of National Geographic magazine, he shook his head and asked, "Where did you hear all this news from?"

"Miss Frost will not tolerate this happening. The reason she is willing to cooperate with humans is to create a better future for our fellow humans, not to send us to hell."

"But that's how it's written in novels."

Rising Star Drake shrugged and said, "Governments are bad guys, big corporations are bad guys, scientists are bad guys, and only punks like us can save the world."

"Besides, Regan, you speak of Miss Frost as an informer. Can the club trust a man who has betrayed his own people?"

Hearing the last sentence seemed to have stimulated Regan the Iceman.

The movement of turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped, and his face flushed, as if he had been insulted.

He stared at his friend who kept opening and closing the lighter, and said in a cold tone: "Shut up, Drake! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't blow your two front teeth away with my fist!"

"Wow! Good old Regan is angry and wants to find someone to fight? Is it because I told the truth and hurt the perfect goddess in your mind?"

Rising star Drake spoke in a strange manner, and his exaggerated tone attracted everyone's attention.

In this spacious reception room, more than 20 members of the Hellfire Club were seated.

Most of them are young people. They used to be Sebastian Shaw's loyal supporters and staunch radicals.

A handful of people sat on the sofa on the other side, barely moderates.

There is a clear distinction between the two parties.

Mutants have never been unified within themselves, especially when it comes to integrating into society and their attitudes towards humans.

"Drake, I warn you! Speak carefully! Miss Frost is not some traitor and informer! She saved the mutants in the club. Without her, we would still be killed by Sebastian Shaw, the war criminal." Playing with the cold-blooded butcher in the palm of your hand!"

Iceman Regan glared at the other party fiercely, with a little anger hidden in his tone.

It's like being outraged by someone's petty thinking.

Not long ago, the White Queen, who went to Poland, gathered the atrocities committed by Sebastian Shaw in the Auschwitz concentration camp into conclusive evidence and placed them in front of the club members.

As Luke said, if you want to whitewash someone, you only need to discredit the companions who stand with him or her. Any era pays attention to who is worse than whom.

Not to mention, Sebastian Shaw's black history is indeed too numerous to count, and even the work of forgery is saved.

This guy can also deceive young people who didn't read very well during World War II when the news flow was not fast.

If it was changed to the 21st century with the advanced Internet, it would have been stripped clean long ago.

"Hey, who knows if it's true, anyway, Xiao can't stand up and explain."

Rising star Drake said contemptuously, he was once a loyal fan of Sebastian Shaw, and so was Iceman Regan.

It's just that the latter became a supporter of the White Queen after Xiao's scandal broke out.

As for the rising star Drake, he still chooses to believe in the extreme statement that is similar to the racial theory of the Third Reich.

"Regan, I advise you to stay awake."

Drake, who was originally a prickly star, threw the National Geographic magazine on the table, deliberately turned to a page with a green prairie, and hinted: "The White Queen and the superman major general, their The relationship is not ordinary."

"I heard that when Liberty Island was talking, she knocked on other people's doors in the middle of the night, and the lonely men and widows stayed there for more than an hour. Now, we have all waited for almost two hours, and we haven't seen the White Queen yet. And Major General Superman."

Iceman Regan was so angry that his face was livid, and he clenched his fists, almost having a picture in his mind.

That sad and indignant expression is very similar to the goddess who found out that she had a crush on her, and a good student who might secretly have an affair with a bad guy from another school.

At this moment, only the classic Yijianmei can accurately reflect the complex mood of Iceman Regan.

This young man in his twenties did have admiration for the White Queen.

After all, who wouldn't like a young lady with fair skin, good looks, good temperament, tall and cold appearance and long legs when she was young.

Click!Click!

The cup of coffee that Regan the Iceman was holding was frozen into ice cubes due to emotional stimulation.

The natural abilities of these two young mutants are similar to those of the later Iceman and Pyroman.

They are all common energy systems.

But Iceman Regan's level is not as high as the other.

He's a beta, the third level in the mutant hierarchy pyramid.

The growth space is far less than that of the other Iceman, but the opponent has omega-level potential, and the degree of control at the molecular level is only limited by imagination and talent, and has not been clearly shown.

"Of course, on the bright side, the White Queen may not have done it voluntarily."

Rising star Drake rolled his eyes, and changed his attitude: "Xiao died at the hands of that superman major general. He was an alpha-level mutant. If even he loses, the Hellfire Club must not be able to resist him."

"In order to protect the compatriots, so your goddess is forced to submit to the superhuman major general's coercion, isn't it better to say that?"

Iceman Regan clenched his loose hand again.

The picture in my mind became clearer.

Listening to Nova Drake's words, he felt humiliated by the tauren face to face.

The sense of substitution is too strong!

"You bastard!"

Intense anger, mixed with inexplicable excitement, and a sense of relief that he didn't even notice, prompted Iceman Regan to swing his fists and rush towards the rising star Drake sitting opposite him.

If that's the case, maybe I'll feel better.

While Iceman Regan was swinging his fist, a humble thought flashed through his mind.

"What are you two doing? This is the White House. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for others to see it!"

Just as Iceman Regan and Nova Drake wrestled together, the door of the reception room was pushed open.

When the White Queen saw the two men entangled on the sofa, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Remember, you are representing the Hellfire Club now, and you must pay attention to your image."

Hearing the goddess's words, Iceman Regan quickly let go of his hands that were choking his neck, and kept a distance from the breathless star Drake.

"Miss Frost, we're just joking around because it's a bit boring to wait too long."

Regan scratched his head and explained awkwardly.

"That's right. I thought the inspection process wouldn't take long. Who knows, we'll have to wait for the press conference to end. Two hours have passed. How did Miss Frost talk with that Superman Major General?"

Nova Drake asked, winking at Iceman Regan.

Obviously, he hasn't forgotten the joke he said before.

"Nothing, just exchanging ideas with each other."

The White Queen's beautiful eyes flickered, and she changed the topic: "Also, Luke has been promoted to lieutenant general, so you should pay attention to your title."

"Follow me next, Mr. Lieutenant General will meet everyone in the Red Hall."

Iceman Regan walked in front, and he couldn't help feeling puzzled as he stared at the graceful and graceful back.

Why does Miss Frost's clothes look a little wrinkled?

Chapter 156? Freedom, Democracy

Regan the Iceman walked into the red hall first, and the brown-red oak table that was originally a fierce battlefield has been cleaned up.

Restock things like pens, ink bottles, and landlines.

The pieces that fell on the carpet were neatly sorted and placed on the table.

Those few windows with a good view were left open, mainly for the circulation of air and to dissipate the strong smell of hormones.

All in all, unless it is an old driver with rich experience and keen observation skills.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to notice that a tragic fight involving hundreds of millions of elite soldiers took place here.

"Please sit down. Take it easy and try to relax."

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

When speaking, his breathing was steady and his tone was brisk, and he didn't look like he had exercised at all.

Although the White Queen's physique is slightly better than Malena's.

Coupled with the genetic activation of mutants, it has bonuses in endurance and flexibility.

But for Superman, at most it is just a warm-up level.

"The legendary war hero is so young."

The Iceman Rui was originally thinking of comparison, but after seeing the superman lieutenant general, it was like a pot of cold water poured down, and the idea of ​​not admitting defeat was instantly extinguished.

The other party looked taller and taller than in the newspaper photos, and his stern temperament was undoubtedly revealed.

It makes people feel spontaneously, this is a strange feeling of a big man.

In contrast, the Iceman Regan, who is obviously a few years older, looks young and immature.

Just meeting him for the first time made him feel completely defeated.

In my heart, the BGM of Yijianmei sounded again, as if snowflakes were falling on my shoulders.

"They are all the younger generation of the club, as well as mutants whose abilities are around the beta level."

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

Although Sebastian Shaw's racial theory is useless to the future development of mutants.

But there's one thing he's doing really well.

It is to recruit club members according to the mutant's ability level.

Beta-level players like Reagan the Iceman and rising star Derek belong to the backbone with limited room for growth and slightly insufficient potential.

To become a "pawn" of the Hellfire Club, at least an Alpha-level ability level is required.