Superman of the Marvel Universe

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

He saw Namor meeting again after many days.

The other person was sitting in the corner by the window, his eyes far away, staring at the port outside the window, as if he was lost in memories.

The former king of Atlantis cleaned up his poor appearance a little before coming ashore.

Wash away the rotten stench and put on new clothes.

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

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

But between his brows, there was still an aura of dejection.

"Namor MacKenzie."

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

In addition to its delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant is also a paradise for beer lovers.

There are more than 60 kinds of craft beer in the store, attracting nearby sailors and crew members.

"Superman."

There was a hint of bitterness in Namor's tone when he said the name.

He recalled that when the two first met, the other person was just the general of the land kingdom.

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

Although the identities of the two parties are completely different, they are not equal.

Now, he is an escaped prisoner in Atlantis.

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

Life is full of opportunities and fate.

Namor had mixed feelings and a lot of emotions.

"I'm glad you made this decision."

Luke picked up the beer and drank it in large gulps.

This seafood restaurant has long been booked by SHIELD agents, and the waiters at the front desk and the greeters at the door are all our own.

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

They thought it was a gang negotiation and silently prayed that there wouldn't be a fight and too many tables and chairs would be damaged.

"Are you trying to say that you're happy to see me turn into a coward who turned into a snitch, a coward who betrayed his allies?"

Namor laughed to himself and drank his beer.

He has always been very good at reading comprehension.

“First of all, there is nothing shameful about whistleblowing, it depends on the situation.”

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

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

"Then there is no doubt that she is a crazed madman and a butcher who has lost her humanity."

"And you, Namor Mackenzie, chose to report!"

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

Namor was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect that his behavior would be recognized by Superman.

As a former mortal enemy, he was mentally prepared to be ridiculed.

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

Luke looked at Namor with a half-smile.

Although, the Aquaman in the comics lives up to his name and often flirts with women.

He also specializes in exploiting the corners of superheroes, and likes to mention the glorious nickname of "Wivesman".

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

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

If there was a relationship, there was no way he would report Selene.

Besides, the Black Queen's juicing skills may not be inferior to that of the Succubus.

Even with a strong physique like Namor, once he experiences the feeling of deep inhalation, his legs will become weak and his face will turn pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor smiled bitterly.

While he was in prison, he imagined countless times how he would meet Superman when he returned to the land world.

Tit for tat?Condescending?Or fail miserably again?

But I never thought that it was like this!

The mortal enemy of hatred comforted him with kind words, so that he would not have any psychological burden.

There is 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 we speculate about Superman like this.

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

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled lightly. He didn't know the fatal idea of ​​the former king. He finished the large glass of beer and said calmly: "We have no personal grudges. All the unpleasantness that happened before is just our different positions."

"What makes me happy is that you have learned enough experience from failure and started to think independently and understand what can and cannot be done."

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

Although Namor is notorious among the superhero community, he is always looking for trouble and suffers from severe chuunibyou, which makes both the Avengers and SHIELD dislike him.

Especially the fact of seducing other people's wives and sending cuckolds makes most men stay away from it.

But those are Namor who may appear in the future timeline.

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

The most that can be done is to use the iron fist of justice to influence the opponent and modify his personality.

"Okay, let's stop chatting."

Luke waved his hand. Now Namor is a complete loser and cannot pose any threat to him.

"Tell me where the Black Queen is. I can ask SHIELD to negotiate with Atlantis and no longer pursue your crime of escaping from prison."

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Boston, luxury hotel.

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

She frowned slightly, feeling an ominous premonition for no reason.

"Namo, why can't I sense his presence?"

Selene was a little anxious, pacing back and forth.

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

Superman is his mortal enemy. No matter what his mentality is, he can only stand with himself.

"Hmph, when I become the Dimension Demon God, I will tear up that soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

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

The purpose of rescuing Namor and forming an alliance was just to obtain useful tools.

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

It was still bright, but that didn't stop Selene from starting to look forward to it.

The ritual of becoming a god was an amazing secret that she accidentally obtained from the "Book of Darkness" a long time ago.

However, considering her 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 Black Queen's only goal.

"Sublimation, transformation, and thus eternal life."

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

Enough to be on par with the Supreme Mage, Sithorn, the God of the Underworld, and Dormammu, the Lord of the Dark Dimension.

dong dong!

A knock on the door interrupted the Black Queen's fantasy.

"where did you go?"

Selene breathed a sigh of relief when she opened the door and found Namor.

"I have reminded you again and again not to run around casually. You are now a wanted criminal in Atlantis, and SHIELD in the land world may also launch a large-scale search."

"Everything must be done with caution. Don't provoke Superman in advance!"

The Black Queen spit out a series of words of blame like a barrage of words.

Namor was silent. He stood at the door and did not go in.

"what happened to you?"

Selene realized something was wrong and took two steps back.