Black Hand Covers the Sky in Meiman

Hellfire Club?

Anthony couldn't help but narrowed his eyes and was slightly startled when he heard this. As a famous name as a time traveler, how could you not have heard of it. But isn’t this a mutant organization? What does it have to do with the top brass?

Maybe it was not clear from Anthony's face whether he knew anything about the Hellfire Club, so General Soth gave a brief introduction.

After General Soth's introduction, Anthony learned that the original Hellfire Club in the comic book world was far from the Hellfire Club in the X-Men that he remembered.

The Hellfire Club originated in continental Europe in the 18th century and was founded by a group of social elites. In fact, General Soth is talking nonsense. The so-called social elites in his mouth are actually a group of prodigals. It's just that he is a member of the Hellfire Club, and of course he has to maintain the face of their club.

In the beginning, there were indeed quite a lot of mutants in this club. After all, in the 18th century, there were a lot of mutants and people with incomprehensible abilities. These mutants and supernatural beings also have considerable power in this club by virtue of their unsolvable abilities.

Of course, they also use their abilities to bring the Hellfire Club to the top. This is actually a mutually beneficial relationship.

However, because the Hellfire Club has a hereditary system, many descendants of mutants and superpowers may not have their abilities.

Therefore, the Hellfire Club slowly began to no longer stick to pursuing those powerful mutants and ability users. Instead, it began to increase its pursuit of those with considerable power and influence to join. So far, the Hellfire Club has developed into an international organization gathering elites from around the world.

"Is this hellfire?" Anthony held his chin up with a wine glass and murmured with his eyes wandering.

"Yes, this is the Hellfire Club," General Soth said with a smile on his face: "How about Anthony, are you excited?"

"Of course I'm excited. Who would refuse this global elite organization?" Anthony put down his wine glass and said in a deep voice to General Soth: "So, General Soth wants to recommend me to join this club."

"Yes, but I am also an ordinary member, so all I can recommend is for you to become a reserve member, and there will be a certain period of inspection period." After General Soth explained, he stared into Anthony's eyes and said solemnly: "Now you need to tell me what your choices are."

"I don't seem to have a reason to say no."

After bidding farewell to General Soth, Anthony began to arrange the handover matters with military scientific researchers. After finishing all this, it was already dark, and I was about to make a cup of coffee and continue to deal with some unfinished work. Anthony's mother in this world came to Anthony's office with dinner cooked by her.

"Anthony, are you still busy?" Serena asked gently as she gently placed the dinner plate on Anthony's table.

"Mom, why are you still up so late?" Anthony quickly put down the coffee cup and helped Sorina place the dinners on his table one by one.

"You also know it's late," Serena nodded angrily on Anthony's forehead and said, "You should go to bed early if you know it's late."

"There are still some things that haven't been settled," Anthony said with an apologetic smile.

Serena was also a strong woman, so she understood Anthony very well, so she stopped smiling and said nothing. She didn't pat Anthony's hand until she placed all the dinners she had cooked on Anthony's table. Shoulder, he said earnestly: "There are endless things to do, and your health is the most important. Get some rest early. And don't do everything yourself. Remember, you still have family."

Although Anthony tried his best to hide it in order to prevent his family from worrying. Not only did he arrange the family in a very soundproof room that night, but he also added some drugs to help them sleep in their dinner.

But whether it was the messy surrounding neighborhoods the next day or the rolling news broadcast on major TV stations, the family knew how big a commotion happened at Caesars Palace that night.

"I understand, Mom, you should go to bed early." Anthony was silent for a moment, then nodded with a smile and personally sent Serena out of the door.

Family? It feels good to have family members who care about you.

After finishing all the things that needed to be dealt with throughout the night, Anthony fell asleep. Perhaps because he was too nervous these days, Anthony actually slept for a whole day. When he woke up again, it was already the next day.

The military acted vigorously and resolutely. Just one day later, military scientific research experts arrived. After arranging him to the laboratory just vacated by Stan Group, and handing over relevant experimental materials, data and samples to the other party, Anthony returned to Caesar's Palace again.

Not long after returning to his office, the group's internal phone on the table suddenly rang.

"Boss, the gravity device I installed has just fluctuated. It seems to be caused by space shuttle. Someone should be trying to enter the interior of our Caesar Palace through space shuttle," DR Fashion Report reported.

"What?" Anthony couldn't help but look cold when he heard this, and said coldly: "Then how did you deal with it?"

"I've adjusted the frequency of the gravitational waves here. I'm afraid the other party's shuttle has strayed somewhere." Dr. said fashionably.

"Very well, this is my home, but others can't just come in if they want," Anthony said solemnly.

Just when Anthony was about to put this matter behind him and continue arranging the purge of the remnants of Kingpin's influence, Anthony's confidential mobile phone, which was specially used to communicate with the outside world, suddenly rang.

"Anthony?" After the call was answered, a slightly familiar voice from Anthony came out.

"Who are you?" Anthony asked doubtfully.

"I am Magneto"

Magneto King Anthony couldn't help but stare at him, his face turned cold, apparently recalling the man who treated him like an ant.

"It turns out to be Mr. Eric. It's been a long time since I last saw you. How are you doing lately?" Anthony was silent for a moment, then greeted him with a warm smile. But if Magneto is in front of him, he will find that there is no smile in Anthony's eyes.

"Anthony, you should know very well why I'm looking for you," Magneto ignored Anthony's enthusiasm and continued to say coldly.

Of course Anthony knew that the other party's purpose must be for the mutants in his private prison. At the same time, Anthony also thought that the person with the ability to travel through space not long ago was also sent by Magneto on the other end of the phone.

I don’t know if the other person is here to save people or to kill people.

"It's very clear." Anthony's eyes couldn't help but look around, and he pretended to be enlightened and said, "Oh, I understand. Mr. Eric is here to negotiate with me on how to compensate me for my losses."

Magneto couldn't help but be silent for a moment after hearing this, and then suppressed his anger and said in a cold voice: "Compensate Anthony, do you think I should compensate you?"

"Shouldn't it be right?" Anthony's tone turned cold.

To be honest, Anthony is indeed very angry about the Brotherhood's involvement in the war between himself and Jin Bi. We are just a gang fighting, why would you, a big organization like your brotherhood, come over to join in the fun?

That is to say, the director of SHIELD did not hear what Anthony was thinking at this time, otherwise his office might have to be renovated again.

Three blocks in Manhattan, New York, have been reduced to rubble by you. Are you kidding me when you tell me it was a gang fight?

Magneto couldn't help but pause after hearing this and continued to threaten in a cold voice: "If you are sure you want my compensation, you must know that some money is meant to be taken but not spent."

"Really? How about we give it a try." Anthony said lightly.

"Okay" Magneto said with an angry smile: "I hope you can remember what you said today"

"Is Mr. Eric threatening me?" Anthony stopped pretending and said directly in a negative tone.

"You can think so," Magneto said coldly.

"Then we have nothing to talk about. Goodbye, Mr. Eric." After that, Anthony hung up the phone.

After lighting a cigar for himself, Anthony continued to focus on the phone on the table, because he knew that Magneto would still call.