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Anyway, that's probably what it meant, and Stryker felt that all this was unreal.

"Reporting to Washington, D.C. next week, Corporal Stryker."

Luke didn't bother to say much, and left a sentence and went straight to heaven.

The tall and straight figure tore through the sticky air waves and disappeared into the clouds.

Leaving a look of admiration and admiration in the New Jersey boot camp.

the same moment.

Florida has a long coastline of more than 1000 miles, and many islands are dotted on the blue sea like pearls.

This is a resort with countless islands that remain peaceful and pristine.

Enjoy stunning beaches, go kayaking and surfing, or spend an afternoon at the fishing rod pier before dining at a seafood restaurant.

All in all, the pace of life here is slow and comfortable, attracting a large number of tourists every year.

"It's really a good place, it makes people feel refreshed and forget their troubles?"

At the beach bar on Anna Maria Island, a middle-aged man wearing a strange helmet said with emotion.

Holding a glass of beer, he sat down by the window, looked at the strong young man opposite, and said with a smile, "My name is Sebastian Xiao, a tourist who is here for vacation, do you mind if I sit here?"

A strong young man with long black hair, two strong arms and a bronze complexion, shook his head and said, "Please go ahead."

He seemed to have no desire to talk, and after giving a concise answer, he continued to remain silent.

"Where are you from? I came from Europe. I have to say, the war is really bad. It makes everything out of order."

The middle-aged man who gave his name didn't know what to say, and said to himself: "I have seen too many innocent people being persecuted and massacred. Not only the Jews, but also many compatriots with extraordinary abilities."

The strong young man raised his head and said in a low voice, "Mr. Xiao, are you German?"

Sebastian nodded without concealing it, and said sincerely: "Country, skin color, race, these are all external manifestations. I am a scientist, and I follow my inner thoughts and soul more. Extreme racial theory, too extreme and superficial, can blonde hair and blue eyes represent a perfect bloodline? It's ridiculous!"

"Then Mr. Xiao, what do you think it is?"

The strong young man seemed to be interested, and asked with a frown.

"Of course it is a gene! Only the genes engraved in the human body are the spiritual totems that are truly worthy of admiration!"

Sebastian talked about it, holding the glass of beer and said: "Genes are constantly evolving. Human beings have grown from forest apes to the rulers at the top of the food chain today. What do they rely on? The talent for learning? The ability to adapt to the environment ? No! It is the instinct of evolution that drives us to experience the mass extinction, the Ice Age, and the Black Death. The perfection of a race depends on genes!"

"The Third Reich thinks that the Aryans are a superior race, and that blonde hair and blue eyes are a sign of perfection, which is actually stupid. It's just the result of genetic mutation and has nothing to do with evolution."

The strong young man was fascinated by what he heard, and he subconsciously asked, "Then what is evolution?"

"ability."

There was a smile on the corner of Sebastian's mouth, he raised his head and took a sip of beer and said: "Humans learn to make tools, learn to make fire, and get rid of the primitive age of ignorance. In mythology, Prometheus stole fire from the world, he Is it only fire that brings? No, it is the ability to learn that inspires wisdom."

"The degree of evolution of a race depends on its ability. For example, a longer lifespan, a stronger body, and more differences."

The strong young man frowned, not paying attention to the fact that all the guests in the bar had already left.

A woman with snow-white skin and a cold face appeared behind him at some unknown time.

The other's fingers were placed near the temple, and his lips were slightly parted, repeating Sebastian's words.

"Evolution is cruel. Higher races should eliminate inferior races, just like Homo sapiens replaced Neanderthals."

Sebastian said with a smile.

"Do you think so, Namor MacKenzie?"

The strong young man's eyes were confused and gradually hollowed out.

After a long time, he nodded firmly and said, "That's right. Evolution is cruel."

Chapter 90? Are you interested in talking, Supreme Mage

"Will he identify with mutants?"

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

"Namo MacKenzie is not like ordinary people, whose spirit is fragile, and his thinking is at my disposal. 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 wine glass and said: "Of course. I can see Namor McKenzie's flaws at a glance. He is not the kind of strong-willed person. His face is full of confusion, hesitation, and hopelessness. direction, is an easy-to-control puppet candidate.”

The glamorous woman nodded, and when she went deep into Namor's thoughts, she felt a particularly obvious depression.

"If I hadn't cooperated with Hydra before, I would not have known that in this world, apart from humans, mutants, and Atlanteans! 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 everyone in the Hellfire Club into hiding.

This mad scientist is not a contented and ordinary person.

On the contrary, Sebastian is hungry for power and ambitious, and has always regarded mutants as tools and weapons.

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

But a world war has just ended, the 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 born different from humans. They had blue skin and could breathe underwater."

Sebastian said the information he got from Hydra, "Namor McKenzie is an exception. He was born of the princess of Atlantis and an American captain. He has human skin color and appearance. Discriminated against, expelled from Atlantis."

"Hydra had contact with Atlantis?"

The glamorous woman was a little amazed at the strength of that huge organization.

"Although the Red Skull was defeated, the strength of the Hydra is still preserved. They have studied the ancient Mindo of humans, and it is not surprising to know the existence of Atlantis."

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

"We have a chance if we let them kill each other and consume each other."

"And this happens to be what humans are best at!"

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

With similar psychic abilities to Professor Bald, who can read other people's thoughts and memories, and even carry out forced modification and control, they are rare alpha-level mutants.

If Sebastian Shaw hadn't found a special material to isolate the spirit in the Soviet Union and made it into a helmet.

She would still be restrained by the White Queen, let alone convince her to join the Hellfire Club.

"What about Superman?"

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

"Luke Cavill is a tricky opponent, but it's not as scary as I imagined. Once I master my abilities and add your mind control, sooner or later this Superman will kneel at the feet of the Hellfire Club."

Sebastian is high-spirited, he can absorb various forms of power, transform and release them.

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 it exceeds, it will explode and die.

"I once thought about helping the Third Reich and destroying Luke Cavill. However, at that time, I was not enough to fully control the ability. Now it is different, and I have obtained a deeper evolution."

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

He has carefully studied Superman's ability, which is nothing more than a substantial enhancement of physical fitness, plus flying and heat vision.

It happened to be restrained by myself!

"Wait until I convince Namor MacKenzie to let him join the Hellfire Club and recognize his identity as a mutant before I go to trouble with that Superman."

Sebastian looked at the tall figure reflected in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and said with a smile, "By the way, save the red devil Asazuo and the others."

Emma the White Queen frowned slightly, but did not express her opinion.

Outside the window, gloomy dark clouds slowly gathered.

A heavy rain is about to fall.

Offices at S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in Washington, DC.

Luke turned his seat so his back was toward the door.

Through the floor-to-ceiling windows that look like glass curtain walls, you can look at the bright night view of the Potomac River.

Thoughts ebb and flow like waves, settling 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, and the sparks of magic danced endlessly.

The scent of incense from Kathmandu, and the bells chanting, drifted over.

"I've been waiting for you, Master Ancient One."

With a glass of whiskey in his right hand, Luke's eyes flickered, and he said with a smile, "I thought you would have come earlier."

"For example, in Brooklyn, or Sicily, Rome, or even Paris. I didn't expect that our first meeting would be in Washington DC."

The folded and changing empty space opened a circular passage, and a figure in a yellow robe came lightly.

Lifting the hood that concealed his face, a shiny bald head appeared.

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

The uninvited guest asked with great interest.

"I'm just always ready, waiting for the day when the supreme mage comes to my door."

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

"There will always be such a day, won't it? What do you think of people like me? Stowaways, or visitors from other worlds?"

The young major general of the military didn't try to hide it at all, and asked the question directly.

Since the supreme mage came to the door on his own initiative, he must have known his identity to some extent.

Pretending to be ignorant and continuing to pretend to be stupid will only make the other party look down on me for nothing.

In the Marvel studio, most of the bald heads are more difficult to deal with.

For example, some mutant professor who was a child.

Or the Supreme Mage who appeared in front of him.

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

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

Having said that, Thanos has no hair?

Forget about Nick Fury, Director Braised Egg has no other skills other than embezzling public funds.

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

"There are many kinds."

The Supreme Mage seemed to have also entered into this mode of conversation. With a slight lift of his right arm, 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 different 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 their souls pass through the gap between the dimensional space and the universe. After judging that there is no danger, the sanctuary will give a shelter place."

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

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

In fact, the group of mages generally has little interest in the fierce disputes in the human world.

Even the Third Reich won, colonized the world, and promoted extreme racial theories.

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

The enemies worthy of their vigilance are the many demons in hell, the dimensional demon gods who are coveting.

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

Luke asked calmly.