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The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as Kayla the Silver Fox had imagined, they had an indescribable negative distance contact.
First of all, the relationship between each other is not to this extent.
At best, Luke and the White Queen are pure friendships of "appreciating each other's technology and body", and there is no deep feeling.
The former focuses on driving experience, while the latter focuses on driving skills.
To some extent, it can be regarded as each taking what it needs and satisfying each.
Therefore, as soon as they met, they embraced excitedly, then flung their tongues together, gave a suffocating kiss, and then talked about their heartfelt affection... This did not fit their positioning.
Can directly raise the gun and see each other frankly, but also seems too eager and hungry.
Luke is not staying on an uninhabited island, spending twenty-eight years alone, and can only rely on handwork, or Robinson, the savage to pass the time on Friday.
Besides, when he was fighting for supremacy in the Supreme Mage, he had a few friendly matches with the Queen of Hell Frontier, which was a wonderful and fulfilling process for both parties.
Without urgent needs, there will naturally be no rushing driving scenes.
"Really you?"
When the White Queen saw the long-lost Superman, she unconsciously released her psychic powers.
Then she seemed to hit a solid copper wall and iron wall, she was a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprises.
"On TV, the president publicly announced your death, and a while ago there was a nationwide condolences."
"The Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, specially celebrated with vodka. They finally got a good night's sleep."
"The order of mutants fell apart after you left, and once again returned to the embarrassing situation of nothing."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is crumbling, facing the fate of being disbanded..."
The White Queen left the seat, and she worked hard to calm the turbulent emotions.
But the rapid breathing, the undulating chest, exposed the true heart.
"It sounds like I am very important to the world."
Luke smiled.
He didn't expect that the White Queen would be so excited about her return.
This is more satisfying than the welcome ceremony of Howard and Captain America.
The White Queen looked up at Luke and said softly: "I once heard a saying to the effect that this planet never revolves around someone."
"But, seeing what happened after you disappeared."
"I think this sentence may not be correct."
"Luke, you are like a celestial body that can affect everything around you and gradually expand your radiation range."
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, and what the White Queen said was exactly what he had been trying to achieve.
Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure that they have a strong voice in the face of any forces.
In order to complete the smooth transformation of a war hero, a military mascot, a strategic deterrent humanoid nuclear weapon, and those in power.
Luke sees himself as a player at the world's gambling table. He just wants to put all the good cards in his pocket so that he can control the future direction and not let everything go out of control.
It's like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing the wrongly placed wine glasses, you must put them back in place, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable.
He thinks this is a common problem of some kind of traversers, or a psychological problem left over by those who were once weak.
I hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles.
"Ms. Frost, your compliments have made my day better."
Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that came out quietly and the passing self-reflection.
The satisfaction that power brings is just a spice for dinner.
He has a long way to go, and he will not be limited to the planet under his feet.
At this time, I started to be complacent, and it was a bit premature.
"Let's talk about your troubles, you know, I've always been happy to solve problems and deal with problems for others."
Luke stretched out his hand to embrace the waist of the White Queen, and then leaned back on the wide and comfortable seat.
He came to the Hellfire Club, not all to reminisce about the past, and the dear of the skin.
There is another business.
"I'm waiting for your words."
The latter sat down on Luke's lap, wrapped his hands around the opponent's neck, and stuck them together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.
This will fall to the Hellfire Club. In the eyes of the other mutants, they are afraid that they will hear a piece of heartbreak.
Generally speaking, the power structure dominated by men will be tough or cordial, and fully demonstrate the charm of personality.
While women have the right to speak, they will tend to carefully design their own images to win more fans.
To put it simply, the White Queen’s set in the Hellfire Club is an unattainable iceberg goddess who can only be seen from a distance.
But here in Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation mutants easily took off that glamorous, beautiful and inviolable coat.
"You should also be aware of the recent actions of Essex Bio. They arrested mutants and used them for genetic experiments. They also wanted to take away the Akalia Lake research base from S.H.I.E.L.D.."
The White Queen's eyes showed a sense of gloating, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.
The last guy who planned to grab something from Superman's grave was two feet tall.
"... That's it, Nathaniel Essex, he is a powerful mutant. He once followed Tianqi, but now he has mixed up with the government."
The White Queen did not cheer and fan the flames, but just stated the plan of Essex Bio.
The latter and S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman are themselves in opposing camps.
Otherwise, why did Kang the Conqueror look for Mr. Omen to cooperate?
The latter is committed to becoming the next mutant god, Apocalypse.
He worked hard to study biological genes in an attempt to change life by relying on science.
But unfortunately, Mr. Omen has an invincible opponent, insurmountable obstacles, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.
The disappearance of the latter, coupled with the agitation of Kang the Conqueror.
Prompting Mr. Omen to commit danger with his own body, repeatedly testing on the edge of the danger of being beaten up.
"Very well, I need you, and the Hellfire Club to stand on the stage."
After Luke listened, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled lightly: "If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a large company that is on the rise and has a government background."
"For this, Howard has developed a detailed plan."
The White Queen nodded, she had no doubt what Superman said.
Whether it is at the gambling table or in a direct duel in private, Mr. Omen seems to have no chance of winning.
This time, he hit an iron plate.
The White Queen smiled faintly, and then enthusiastically blocked Superman's mouth.
In this way, she announced that the work discussion had ended.
Next, is the sports part of private entertainment.
...
...
Two days later.
Essex Building.
This forty-five-story, towering skyscraper is considered one of Manhattan's landmark buildings.
It was originally a top-notch apartment, but was later bought directly by Mr. Omen, who was generous with government funds and used it for office space.
"It feels really good to look down on sentient beings from a height."
Mr. Omen, dressed in a high-end suit, put his hands on his chest and said with emotion.
The reason why those self-proclaimed elites and upper-class humans like tall buildings is probably because they enjoy this kind of beautiful experience of stepping on the city under their feet.
"I used to bury my head in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... I forget that life filled with power and money is actually not interesting."
Mr. Omen, the current head of Essex Bio, gave such a boring idea.
With the support of the White House and the future technology of the conquerors, this bio-company has gained a firm foothold and gained a reputation within only half a year.
Many media and newspapers believe that Essex will become the second Stark industry.
Such remarks fell in the ears of Mr. Omen, and it was more like a joke.
"Howard Stark... the fateful guy."
Mr. Omen doesn't look down on that world-class genius, half of it is due to the arrogance of mutants, and the other is character.
He used to be a serious scientist, contemporaneous with Darwin. Later, because of his extreme theories and racially colored speeches, he was rejected and disliked by mainstream academic circles.
This past period made Mr. Omen nervous and cynical.
From then on, he hated any scientist who was sought after and recognized by the mainstream.
Especially like Howard Stark, a genius recognized by the world.
"Maybe Kang the Conqueror is right, I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Mr. Omen rubbed his chin, and the clone fighter sent a few days ago missed.
Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems. He hides his secret hole cards, so he can solve the clone who can be called a super soldier.
Jingle, Jingle—
The rapid ringing of the phone interrupted Mr. Omen's contemplation.
He turned and approached and picked up the microphone.
"Mr. Essex, there are a lot of... mutants gathered downstairs. They are protesting."
The female secretary's slightly panicked voice came into her ears.
"What are you protesting against?"
Mr. Omen felt strange.
When have mutants dared to appear in public in a fair manner?
And also launched a protest?
"They said that the company imprisoned, arrested mutants, and conducted cruel and illegal experiments that violated humanitarianism."
The female secretary may have never seen such a scene, and said in a panic: "The security had tried to drive, but it failed. She also attracted many media reporters."
"I know."
Mr. Omen said lightly and hung up.
"The trick the White Queen came up with? I have the puppet president backed up. I really thought that finding a bunch of mutants rejected by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans could shake Essex's status? Naive."
Mr. Omen said with contempt and didn't take it to heart.
Until half an hour later, he saw the news broadcast on the TV——
"My brother Bob, he has always been an obedient boy and has never done anything bad."
"Just two days ago, people from Essex Bio Inc. broke into my house. They were going to take Bob away forcibly-just because he was a mutant."
"The fierce thugs, holding the government's work license, cruelly pressed him to the ground and pressed his neck with his legs..."
"Poor Bob, he is just a child, it is impossible to resist..."
"He said,'I can't breathe anymore', calling his mother's name..."
"..."
On the TV ~www.novelhall.com~ there is a dark-skinned man who complains with blood and tears in full voice.
"Mutants also have the right to live in this country and deserve equal treatment..."
"This is a free country. We breathe free air, so we deserve to be free!"
The black man raised his arms and won the support and applause of the melon-eating people who surrounded the road with an impenetrable road. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they shouted together and it was over.
"By the way, Bob is a homosexual, he has joined the Animal Protection Association, he is a vegetarian, he believes in the religion, and he is a submissive of Muhammad."
The black man added.
"He should have had a better life, but all of this was destroyed by Essex Bio!"
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The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as Kayla the Silver Fox had imagined, they had an indescribable negative distance contact.
First of all, the relationship between each other is not to this extent.
At best, Luke and the White Queen are pure friendships of "appreciating each other's technology and body", and there is no deep feeling.
The former focuses on driving experience, while the latter focuses on driving skills.
To some extent, it can be regarded as each taking what it needs and satisfying each.
Therefore, as soon as they met, they embraced excitedly, then flung their tongues together, gave a suffocating kiss, and then talked about their heartfelt affection... This did not fit their positioning.
Can directly raise the gun and see each other frankly, but also seems too eager and hungry.
Luke is not staying on an uninhabited island, spending twenty-eight years alone, and can only rely on handwork, or Robinson, the savage to pass the time on Friday.
Besides, when he was fighting for supremacy in the Supreme Mage, he had a few friendly matches with the Queen of Hell Frontier, which was a wonderful and fulfilling process for both parties.
Without urgent needs, there will naturally be no rushing driving scenes.
"Really you?"
When the White Queen saw the long-lost Superman, she unconsciously released her psychic powers.
Then she seemed to hit a solid copper wall and iron wall, she was a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprises.
"On TV, the president publicly announced your death, and a while ago there was a nationwide condolences."
"The Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, specially celebrated with vodka. They finally got a good night's sleep."
"The order of mutants fell apart after you left, and once again returned to the embarrassing situation of nothing."
"S.H.I.E.L.D. is crumbling, facing the fate of being disbanded..."
The White Queen left the seat, and she worked hard to calm the turbulent emotions.
But the rapid breathing, the undulating chest, exposed the true heart.
"It sounds like I am very important to the world."
Luke smiled.
He didn't expect that the White Queen would be so excited about her return.
This is more satisfying than the welcome ceremony of Howard and Captain America.
The White Queen looked up at Luke and said softly: "I once heard a saying to the effect that this planet never revolves around someone."
"But, seeing what happened after you disappeared."
"I think this sentence may not be correct."
"Luke, you are like a celestial body that can affect everything around you and gradually expand your radiation range."
The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, and what the White Queen said was exactly what he had been trying to achieve.
Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure that they have a strong voice in the face of any forces.
In order to complete the smooth transformation of a war hero, a military mascot, a strategic deterrent humanoid nuclear weapon, and those in power.
Luke sees himself as a player at the world's gambling table. He just wants to put all the good cards in his pocket so that he can control the future direction and not let everything go out of control.
It's like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing the wrongly placed wine glasses, you must put them back in place, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable.
He thinks this is a common problem of some kind of traversers, or a psychological problem left over by those who were once weak.
I hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles.
"Ms. Frost, your compliments have made my day better."
Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that came out quietly and the passing self-reflection.
The satisfaction that power brings is just a spice for dinner.
He has a long way to go, and he will not be limited to the planet under his feet.
At this time, I started to be complacent, and it was a bit premature.
"Let's talk about your troubles, you know, I've always been happy to solve problems and deal with problems for others."
Luke stretched out his hand to embrace the waist of the White Queen, and then leaned back on the wide and comfortable seat.
He came to the Hellfire Club, not all to reminisce about the past, and the dear of the skin.
There is another business.
"I'm waiting for your words."
The latter sat down on Luke's lap, wrapped his hands around the opponent's neck, and stuck them together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.
This will fall to the Hellfire Club. In the eyes of the other mutants, they are afraid that they will hear a piece of heartbreak.
Generally speaking, the power structure dominated by men will be tough or cordial, and fully demonstrate the charm of personality.
While women have the right to speak, they will tend to carefully design their own images to win more fans.
To put it simply, the White Queen’s set in the Hellfire Club is an unattainable iceberg goddess who can only be seen from a distance.
But here in Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation mutants easily took off that glamorous, beautiful and inviolable coat.
"You should also be aware of the recent actions of Essex Bio. They arrested mutants and used them for genetic experiments. They also wanted to take away the Akalia Lake research base from S.H.I.E.L.D.."
The White Queen's eyes showed a sense of gloating, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.
The last guy who planned to grab something from Superman's grave was two feet tall.
"... That's it, Nathaniel Essex, he is a powerful mutant. He once followed Tianqi, but now he has mixed up with the government."
The White Queen did not cheer and fan the flames, but just stated the plan of Essex Bio.
The latter and S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman are themselves in opposing camps.
Otherwise, why did Kang the Conqueror look for Mr. Omen to cooperate?
The latter is committed to becoming the next mutant god, Apocalypse.
He worked hard to study biological genes in an attempt to change life by relying on science.
But unfortunately, Mr. Omen has an invincible opponent, insurmountable obstacles, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.
The disappearance of the latter, coupled with the agitation of Kang the Conqueror.
Prompting Mr. Omen to commit danger with his own body, repeatedly testing on the edge of the danger of being beaten up.
"Very well, I need you, and the Hellfire Club to stand on the stage."
After Luke listened, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled lightly: "If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a large company that is on the rise and has a government background."
"For this, Howard has developed a detailed plan."
The White Queen nodded, she had no doubt what Superman said.
Whether it is at the gambling table or in a direct duel in private, Mr. Omen seems to have no chance of winning.
This time, he hit an iron plate.
The White Queen smiled faintly, and then enthusiastically blocked Superman's mouth.
In this way, she announced that the work discussion had ended.
Next, is the sports part of private entertainment.
...
...
Two days later.
Essex Building.
This forty-five-story, towering skyscraper is considered one of Manhattan's landmark buildings.
It was originally a top-notch apartment, but was later bought directly by Mr. Omen, who was generous with government funds and used it for office space.
"It feels really good to look down on sentient beings from a height."
Mr. Omen, dressed in a high-end suit, put his hands on his chest and said with emotion.
The reason why those self-proclaimed elites and upper-class humans like tall buildings is probably because they enjoy this kind of beautiful experience of stepping on the city under their feet.
"I used to bury my head in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... I forget that life filled with power and money is actually not interesting."
Mr. Omen, the current head of Essex Bio, gave such a boring idea.
With the support of the White House and the future technology of the conquerors, this bio-company has gained a firm foothold and gained a reputation within only half a year.
Many media and newspapers believe that Essex will become the second Stark industry.
Such remarks fell in the ears of Mr. Omen, and it was more like a joke.
"Howard Stark... the fateful guy."
Mr. Omen doesn't look down on that world-class genius, half of it is due to the arrogance of mutants, and the other is character.
He used to be a serious scientist, contemporaneous with Darwin. Later, because of his extreme theories and racially colored speeches, he was rejected and disliked by mainstream academic circles.
This past period made Mr. Omen nervous and cynical.
From then on, he hated any scientist who was sought after and recognized by the mainstream.
Especially like Howard Stark, a genius recognized by the world.
"Maybe Kang the Conqueror is right, I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Mr. Omen rubbed his chin, and the clone fighter sent a few days ago missed.
Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems. He hides his secret hole cards, so he can solve the clone who can be called a super soldier.
Jingle, Jingle—
The rapid ringing of the phone interrupted Mr. Omen's contemplation.
He turned and approached and picked up the microphone.
"Mr. Essex, there are a lot of... mutants gathered downstairs. They are protesting."
The female secretary's slightly panicked voice came into her ears.
"What are you protesting against?"
Mr. Omen felt strange.
When have mutants dared to appear in public in a fair manner?
And also launched a protest?
"They said that the company imprisoned, arrested mutants, and conducted cruel and illegal experiments that violated humanitarianism."
The female secretary may have never seen such a scene, and said in a panic: "The security had tried to drive, but it failed. She also attracted many media reporters."
"I know."
Mr. Omen said lightly and hung up.
"The trick the White Queen came up with? I have the puppet president backed up. I really thought that finding a bunch of mutants rejected by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans could shake Essex's status? Naive."
Mr. Omen said with contempt and didn't take it to heart.
Until half an hour later, he saw the news broadcast on the TV——
"My brother Bob, he has always been an obedient boy and has never done anything bad."
"Just two days ago, people from Essex Bio Inc. broke into my house. They were going to take Bob away forcibly-just because he was a mutant."
"The fierce thugs, holding the government's work license, cruelly pressed him to the ground and pressed his neck with his legs..."
"Poor Bob, he is just a child, it is impossible to resist..."
"He said,'I can't breathe anymore', calling his mother's name..."
"..."
On the TV ~www.novelhall.com~ there is a dark-skinned man who complains with blood and tears in full voice.
"Mutants also have the right to live in this country and deserve equal treatment..."
"This is a free country. We breathe free air, so we deserve to be free!"
The black man raised his arms and won the support and applause of the melon-eating people who surrounded the road with an impenetrable road. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they shouted together and it was over.
"By the way, Bob is a homosexual, he has joined the Animal Protection Association, he is a vegetarian, he believes in the religion, and he is a submissive of Muhammad."
The black man added.
"He should have had a better life, but all of this was destroyed by Essex Bio!"
Discriminated against mutants + discriminated against blacks + marginalized groups + small animal protection + religious people...
Full of damage!
, The fastest update of the latest chapters of Superman!The two people in the hall did not start a fierce battle, as Kayla the Silver Fox had imagined, they had an indescribable negative distance contact.First of all, the relationship between each other is not to this extent.At best, Luke and the White Queen are pure friendships of "appreciating each other's technology and body", and there is no deep feeling.The former focuses on driving experience, while the latter focuses on driving skills.To some extent, it can be regarded as each taking what it needs and satisfying each.Therefore, as soon as they met, they embraced excitedly, then flung their tongues together, gave a suffocating kiss, and then talked about their heartfelt affection... This did not fit their positioning.Can directly raise the gun and see each other frankly, but also seems too eager and hungry.Luke is not staying on an uninhabited island, spending twenty-eight years alone, and can only rely on handwork, or Robinson, the savage to pass the time on Friday.Besides, when he was fighting for supremacy in the Supreme Mage, he had a few friendly matches with the Queen of Hell Frontier, which was a wonderful and fulfilling process for both parties.Without urgent needs, there will naturally be no rushing driving scenes."Really you?"When the White Queen saw the long-lost Superman, she unconsciously released her psychic powers.Then she seemed to hit a solid copper wall and iron wall, she was a little dizzy, but her eyes were full of surprises."On TV, the president publicly announced your death, and a while ago there was a nationwide condolences.""The Soviet Union on the other side of the world, because of your disappearance, specially celebrated with vodka. They finally got a good night's sleep.""The order of mutants fell apart after you left, and once again returned to the embarrassing situation of nothing.""S.H.I.E.L.D. is crumbling, facing the fate of being disbanded..."The White Queen left the seat, and she worked hard to calm the turbulent emotions.But the rapid breathing, the undulating chest, exposed the true heart."It sounds like I am very important to the world."Luke smiled.He didn't expect that the White Queen would be so excited about her return.This is more satisfying than the welcome ceremony of Howard and Captain America.The White Queen looked up at Luke and said softly: "I once heard a saying to the effect that this planet never revolves around someone.""But, seeing what happened after you disappeared.""I think this sentence may not be correct.""Luke, you are like a celestial body that can affect everything around you and gradually expand your radiation range."The corners of Luke's mouth curled up, and what the White Queen said was exactly what he had been trying to achieve.Steadily build a self-centered interest network to ensure that they have a strong voice in the face of any forces.In order to complete the smooth transformation of a war hero, a military mascot, a strategic deterrent humanoid nuclear weapon, and those in power.Luke sees himself as a player at the world's gambling table. He just wants to put all the good cards in his pocket so that he can control the future direction and not let everything go out of control.It's like a person with obsessive-compulsive disorder. Seeing the wrongly placed wine glasses, you must put them back in place, otherwise you will feel uncomfortable.He thinks this is a common problem of some kind of traversers, or a psychological problem left over by those who were once weak.I hate unknown and unstable factors, as well as sudden changes and troubles."Ms. Frost, your compliments have made my day better."Luke waved his hand and quickly put away the vanity that came out quietly and the passing self-reflection.The satisfaction that power brings is just a spice for dinner.He has a long way to go, and he will not be limited to the planet under his feet.At this time, I started to be complacent, and it was a bit premature."Let's talk about your troubles, you know, I've always been happy to solve problems and deal with problems for others."Luke stretched out his hand to embrace the waist of the White Queen, and then leaned back on the wide and comfortable seat.He came to the Hellfire Club, not all to reminisce about the past, and the dear of the skin.There is another business."I'm waiting for your words."The latter sat down on Luke's lap, wrapped his hands around the opponent's neck, and stuck them together in an extremely intimate and ambiguous posture.This will fall to the Hellfire Club. In the eyes of the other mutants, they are afraid that they will hear a piece of heartbreak.Generally speaking, the power structure dominated by men will be tough or cordial, and fully demonstrate the charm of personality.While women have the right to speak, they will tend to carefully design their own images to win more fans.To put it simply, the White Queen's set in the Hellfire Club is an unattainable iceberg goddess who can only be seen from a distance.But here in Luke, the fantasy object of the younger generation mutants easily took off that glamorous, beautiful and inviolable coat."You should also be aware of the recent actions of Essex Bio. They arrested mutants and used them for genetic experiments. They also wanted to take away the Akalia Lake research base from S.H.I.E.L.D.."The White Queen's eyes showed a sense of gloating, and it was obvious that someone was going to be unlucky.The last guy who planned to grab something from Superman's grave was two feet tall."... That's it, Nathaniel Essex, he is a powerful mutant. He once followed Tianqi, but now he has mixed up with the government."The White Queen did not cheer and fan the flames, but just stated the plan of Essex Bio.The latter and S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman are themselves in opposing camps.Otherwise, why did Kang the Conqueror look for Mr. Omen to cooperate?The latter is committed to becoming the next mutant god, Apocalypse.He worked hard to study biological genes in an attempt to change life by relying on science.But unfortunately, Mr. Omen has an invincible opponent, insurmountable obstacles, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.The disappearance of the latter, coupled with the agitation of Kang the Conqueror.Prompting Mr. Omen to commit danger with his own body, repeatedly testing on the edge of the danger of being beaten up."Very well, I need you, and the Hellfire Club to stand on the stage."After Luke listened, his eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled lightly: "If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a large company that is on the rise and has a government background.""For this, Howard has developed a detailed plan."The White Queen nodded, she had no doubt what Superman said.Whether it is at the gambling table or in a direct duel in private, Mr. Omen seems to have no chance of winning.This time, he hit an iron plate.The White Queen smiled faintly, and then enthusiastically blocked Superman's mouth.In this way, she announced that the work discussion had ended.Next, is the sports part of private entertainment.......Two days later.Essex Building.This forty-five-story, towering skyscraper is considered one of Manhattan's landmark buildings.It was originally a top-notch apartment, but was later bought directly by Mr. Omen, who was generous with government funds and used it for office space."It feels really good to look down on sentient beings from a height."Mr. Omen, dressed in a high-end suit, put his hands on his chest and said with emotion.The reason why those self-proclaimed elites and upper-class humans like tall buildings is probably because they enjoy this kind of beautiful experience of stepping on the city under their feet."I used to bury my head in experimental research, cold data, cold corpses... I forget that life filled with power and money is actually not interesting."Mr. Omen, the current head of Essex Bio, gave such a boring idea.With the support of the White House and the future technology of the conquerors, this bio-company has gained a firm foothold and gained a reputation within only half a year.Many media and newspapers believe that Essex will become the second Stark industry.Such remarks fell in the ears of Mr. Omen, and it was more like a joke."Howard Stark... the fateful guy."Mr. Omen doesn't look down on that world-class genius, half of it is due to the arrogance of mutants, and the other is character.He used to be a serious scientist, contemporaneous with Darwin. Later, because of his extreme theories and racially colored speeches, he was rejected and disliked by mainstream academic circles.This past period made Mr. Omen nervous and cynical.From then on, he hated any scientist who was sought after and recognized by the mainstream.Especially like Howard Stark, a genius recognized by the world."Maybe Kang the Conqueror is right, I should do it myself to make sure nothing goes wrong."Mr. Omen rubbed his chin, and the clone fighter sent a few days ago missed.Howard Stark is obviously not as simple as it seems. He hides his secret hole cards, so he can solve the clone who can be called a super soldier.Jingle, JingleThe rapid ringing of the phone interrupted Mr. Omen's contemplation.He turned and approached and picked up the microphone."Mr. Essex, there are a lot of... mutants gathered downstairs. They are protesting."The female secretary's slightly panicked voice came into her ears."What are you protesting against?"Mr. Omen felt strange.When have mutants dared to appear in public in a fair manner?And also launched a protest?"They said that the company imprisoned, arrested mutants, and conducted cruel and illegal experiments that violated humanitarianism."The female secretary may have never seen such a scene, and said in a panic: "The security had tried to drive, but it failed. She also attracted many media reporters.""I know."Mr. Omen said lightly and hung up."The trick the White Queen came up with? I have the puppet president backed up. I really thought that finding a bunch of mutants rejected by the mainstream and shouting a few slogans could shake Essex's status? Naive."Mr. Omen said with contempt and didn't take it to heart.Until half an hour later, he saw the news broadcast on the TV"My brother Bob, he has always been an obedient boy and has never done anything bad.""Just two days ago, people from Essex Bio Inc. broke into my house. They were going to take Bob away forcibly-just because he was a mutant.""The fierce thugs, holding the government's work license, cruelly pressed him to the ground and pressed his neck with his legs...""Poor Bob, he is just a child, it is impossible to resist...""He said,'I can't breathe anymore', calling his mother's name...""..."On the TV ~www.novelhall.com~ there is a dark-skinned man who complains with blood and tears in full voice."Mutants also have the right to live in this country and deserve equal treatment...""This is a free country. We breathe free air, so we deserve to be free!"The black man raised his arms and won the support and applause of the melon-eating people who surrounded the road with an impenetrable road. Although they didn't pay attention to the content at all, they shouted together and it was over."By the way, Bob is a homosexual, he has joined the Animal Protection Association, he is a vegetarian, he believes in the religion, and he is a submissive of Muhammad."The black man added."He should have had a better life, but all of this was destroyed by Essex Bio!"Discriminated against mutants + discriminated against blacks + marginalized groups + small animal protection + religious people...Full of damage!
