Superman

The brothers capsized in the gutter and suffered a rare fiasco.

It is said that he was beaten so helplessly.

Seeing the report written by Nick Fury, Luke smiled, not surprised.

The Adamantium alloy in the body endows the brothers with an indestructible body and unimaginable destructive power.

But it has also become their major weakness, especially in front of Magneto.

It is simply natural restraint, there is no chance of winning!

"Switch to other people, such as Agent Zero in the task force, or a psychic user like Silver Fox."

Luke shrugged. The young Magneto didn't have a special helmet that shielded telepathy, so it wasn't too difficult to deal with.

"As for Charles, let Emma try psychotherapy and guide his emotions."

"That child is very smart, and he should be able to learn how to control the Phoenix Force soon."

The Phoenix Force will only stimulate the original emotions of the hosts and affect their hearts.

If the will is firm enough and the psychological quality is good enough, you can completely control that power in turn and use it for yourself.

"Anything else?"

From Luke's point of view, these are small everyday things.

In the Marvel universe with superheroes, only a crisis of the level of the earth exploding and the extinction of the universe can be called a major event.

"Have."

William Stricker, who was in charge of running errands, nodded.

The task force of mutants was run by him instead of Luke.

Therefore, related work is also reported by him.

"Mr. Director, do you remember Namor MacKenzie?"

Stryker sat upright, speaking a strange name that was gradually forgotten in the corner.

"Namor? Isn't he imprisoned in the underwater prison of Atlantis?"

Luke raised his eyebrows, as if interested.

The Neptune Trident of Atlantis and the Continental Shelf Oscillator, an extermination weapon, are still on display in the secret warehouse of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"A few hours ago, he sent a message to S.H.I.E.L.D. through the mutant office in Boston."

Stryker's face was a bit strange, and he said softly: "He said he would report a female mutant named Selene, and he was going to carry out a large-scale, extinct massacre against London!"

report?

Namo, who has a secondary illness, has finally learned from the lessons of failure?

"What about others?"

Luke asked.

Chapter 338 Something happened to you, please come with us

Ten minutes later, Luke, who flew to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.

He saw Namor who met again after many days.

The other party was sitting in the corner by the window, with long-distance eyes, staring at the port outside the window, as if indulging in memories.

The former king of Atlantis spruced up his poor appearance a bit before going ashore.

Wash off the rotten stench and put on new clothes.

The dry hair like weeds and the greasy beard that was tangled were also shaved clean.

All in all, he no longer looks like a scruffy bum.

It's just that between the eyebrows, there is still a sense of depression.

"Namo Mackenzie."

Luke sat across from him, snapped his fingers, and signaled the waiter to bring a glass of craft beer.

Apart from its delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant is also a paradise for beer lovers.

There are more than 60 kinds of craft brews in the store, which attract sailors and crew members from the vicinity.

"Superman."

When Namor said the name, his tone was bitter.

He remembered the first time the two met, the other was just a general of the land kingdom.

And he is the master of the seven seas and the king of Atlantis.

The identities of the two parties, not to mention the huge difference, are not equal.

And now, he is a prison escapee from Atlantis.

Superman has become the third pole of the world, a powerful existence against superpowers alone.

When you meet in life, you will have a long way to go.

It made Namor feel complicated and full of emotion.

"I'm glad you made that decision."

Luke picked up the beer and drank it down.

This seafood restaurant has long been booked by agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. The waiters at the front desk and the welcome at the door are all from our own staff.

The real boss and staff are all shivering in the back kitchen.

They thought it was a negotiation between gangsters and silently prayed that there would be no fights and too many tables and chairs would be broken.

"You mean to say you're happy to see me turned into a coward who snitches, a coward who betrays his allies?"

Namor laughed at himself and poured his beer with his head up.

He has always been good at reading comprehension.

"First of all, there is no shame in whistleblowing, it depends on the situation."

Luke shook his head and tapped his fingers on the table.

"According to the information you provided, the Black Queen Selene is planning a large-scale massacre against the citizens of London."

"Then there is no doubt that she is a demented lunatic, a dehumanized butcher."

"And you, Namor MacKenzie chose to report!"

"You saved 800 million innocent lives, you are a hero worthy of praise!"

Namor was taken aback for a moment, as if he didn't expect his behavior to be affirmed by Superman.

As a former sworn enemy, he was ready to be ridiculed.

"As for allies? I think you and Selene haven't reached a deep and profound revolutionary friendship yet, right?"

Luke looked at Namor with a half-smile.

Although it is said that the Neptune in the comics is worthy of the name, he often hooks up with women.

Moreover, he specializes in prying the corners of superheroes, and likes to mention the glorious nickname of "Wife Man".

However, his intuition told him that Namor and the Black Queen should not have rolled into the same bed sheet.

The former king of Atlantis didn't look like a whore master who wouldn't recognize anyone when he lifted his pants.

If there was a relationship, it is impossible for him to report Selene.

Besides, the black queen's juice-squeezing skills may not be inferior to the succubus.

Even with Namor's strong physique, once he experienced the feeling of inhaling deeply, his legs would feel weak and his face would turn pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor smiled wryly.

When he was in prison, he imagined countless times when he returned to the terrestrial world, and in what form he would meet Superman.

Tit for tat?Condescending?Or another fiasco?

But I never thought about it, it turned out to be like this!

The mortal enemy of hatred comforted himself with good words, so that he would not have a psychological burden.

No ridicule, no sarcasm, and no suppression

All this made Namor suspicious.

Is it because I am too dark and narrow-minded.

That's why I speculated about Superman in this way.

In fact, the other party is as open and aboveboard as the outside world sees, and acts magnanimously?

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled lightly. He didn't know the deadly idea of ​​the former king. He finished the big glass of beer and said lightly, "We have no personal grievances. All the unhappiness that happened before is just a matter of different positions."

"I am gratified that you have learned enough experience from your failures to start thinking independently and understand what can be done and what cannot be done."

"I leave this world to those who follow the rules. After you learn this lesson, you won't cause any trouble in the future."

Although Namor is notorious in the superhero community, he has nothing to do and has a severe second disease, so that the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. don't like him.

Especially the point of hooking up with other people's wives and sending cuckolds makes most men stay away.

But those are all Namor that may appear on the future timeline.

Luke didn't have much prejudice against the young king in front of him who had suffered a failure.

At most, it is to use the iron fist of justice to influence the opponent and carry out personality modification.

"Okay, let's stop chatting."

Luke waved his hand. Now Namor is a complete loser and can't pose any threat to himself.

"Tell me, where is the Black Queen. I can ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to negotiate with Atlantis and stop pursuing your prison escape crime."

Boston, luxury hotel.

The Black Queen crossed her arms and squeezed out a deep ravine.

She frowned slightly, with an inexplicable sense of foreboding.

"Namor, why can't I sense his existence?"

Selene was a little anxious, pacing back and forth.

She believed that with the soul contract in hand, Namor should not betray the alliance.

Superman is his mortal enemy, no matter what kind of mentality he has, he can only stand with himself.

"Hmph, when I become a dimension demon god, I will tear up that soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

The Black Queen made up her mind that she was not a philanthropist and would give away fragments of the Phoenix Force for nothing.

Rescuing Namor and reaching an alliance is just to get a useful tool man.

"Give me enough time, and I may not be able to become an existence like Sithorn and Dormammu in the future."

The sky was still bright, but it didn't stop Selene from dreaming.

The ritual of becoming a god was an amazing secret she had accidentally obtained from a dark book long ago.

It's just that considering personal ability and its danger, the Black Queen has never implemented it.

The long life made her tired of the boring feeling of locking her soul in a mortal body.

Becoming a god has become the only goal of the Black Queen.

"Sublimation, metamorphosis, and thus eternal life."

Selene took a deep breath, as if seeing that the moment she succeeded, she no longer had to submit to anyone.

It is enough to sit on an equal footing with the Supreme Mage, the god of the underworld, and Dormammu, the lord of the dark dimension.