"Does he approve of mutants?"

  In the luxurious suite at Anna Maria Island's waterfront hotel, a cold, beautiful woman with snow-white skin held a glass of red wine and handed it to Sebastian Shaw.

  "Namor McKenzie, unlike ordinary people, isn't mentally fragile. His mind is at my mercy. I can only guide him to believe in the correct theory that mutants are supreme. "

  Sebastian Shaw smiled confidently, took the glass, and said, "Sure. I could see Namor McKenzie's flaws right away. He isn't a determined person; his face is full of confusion, hesitation, and lack of direction. As a puppet, he is easy to control. "

  The cold woman nodded as she delved into Namor's mind and felt the overwhelming emotion that was evident.

  "If I hadn't worked with Hydra before, I wouldn't have known that in this world, apart from humans and mutants, there are also Atlanteans! They exist in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean and have never been attacked by outsiders. "

  Sebastian was a little thrilled. He has been hiding with the people from the Hellfire Club since the Third Reich collapsed and disintegrated.

  This mad scientist wasn't a quiet, mundane type of person.

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

  Therefore, he hopes to find an opportunity to lead the Hellfire Club towards its rise.

  But a world where war has just ended, the order is being rebuilt, power is being reshuffled, and there is no room for mutants to develop.

  "Atlanteans live at the bottom of the ocean. Unlike humans, they are born with blue skin and the ability to breathe underwater. "

  Sebastian told her the information he got from Hydra, "Namor Mackenzie is an exception. Born from an Atlantean Princess and an American naval captain, he had the skin color and appearance of a human and was once discriminated against and banished from Atlantis for this reason. "

  "Hydra and Atlantis had contact?"

  The beautiful woman was a bit surprised by the strength of the organization.

  "Although Red Skull lost, Hydra's capabilities were still preserved. They have studied many ancient civilizations of humankind. It isn't surprising for them to know the existence of Atlantis. "

  Sebastian savored his red wine and whispered, "Emma, only relying on mutants won't be enough to fight against the massive society that humans have built up. "

  "We need to make them kill each other and consume each other so that we could have a chance. "

  "And that's what humans are good at!"

  Emma Frost, the beautiful and cold woman, listened silently. She was the 'White Queen' in Hellfire Club, ranking second only to Sebastian Shaw.

  She is a rare alpha mutant with similar mental abilities to Professor Baldhead, who can read other people's thoughts and memories and even perform mind-control.

  Had Sebastian Shaw not found a unique material in the Soviet Union that isolates the mind and made a helmet out of it…


  He could have been restrained by the White Queen, not to mention convincing the other side to join the Hellfire Club.

  "What about Superman?"

  The White Queen turned on the TV and stared at the young Major General's image on the news.

  "Luke Cavill is a formidable opponent, but not as scary as I thought. When I master my abilities, along with your mind control, sooner or later, this Superman will kneel in front of the Hellfire Club."

  Sebastian's ambition is so intense that he could absorb all forms of abilities, convert them and unleash them.

  This included electricity, heat, kinetic energy, and so on. It can be said that even if tanks and bombers came together, they might not be able to hurt the Black King of this Hellfire Club.

  The only drawback may be that Sebastian's energy storage has a limit.

  Once exceeded, his body would explode, and he would die.

  "I once thought about helping the Third Reich and destroying Luke Cavill. However, at that time, I wasn't able to fully control my ability. Now it's different; I received a greater level of evolution. "

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

  He carefully studied Superman's ability, which is nothing more than a substantial strengthening of physical qualities, in addition to flight and Heat Vision.

  He has just the right amount to restrain him!

  "Wait until I convince Namor McKenzie to join the Hellfire Club and identify himself as a mutant, then go after that Superman. "

  Sebastian looked at the tall figure reflected in front of the floor-to-ceiling window and smiled,

  "By the way, get the Azazel and the others out. "

  Emma, the White Queen, frowned slightly but did not comment.

  Outside the window, dark clouds gathered slowly.

  Heavy rain was about to fall.

  …


  …


  S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Washington, D.C.

  Luke turned his seat and turned his back to the door.

  Looking through the French windows, we could see the bright night along the Potomac River.

  Thoughts arise and fall like waves and settle into a plan.

  When the night got darker, Luke leaned back in his seat. He seemed to sense something and frowned.

  The stable space was cut open, and sparks of magic pulsated.

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

  "I have been waiting for you, Ancient One. "

  Luke, with a glass of whisky in his right hand, smiled and said, "I thought you would come earlier."

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

  The folding and changing void space opened a circular passage, and a figure in a yellow robe arrived.

  Lifting the hood that hides her face, a bright and shiny bald head emerged.

  "You knew I would come?"

  The intruder asked with great interest.

  "I was just ready for the day when the Sorcerer Supreme would come to my door. "

  Luke turned his chair, put down his glass, and looked directly at the other person.

  "There will come a time, won't there? What do people like me look like to you? A stowaway, or a visitor from another world?"

  The young Major General didn't conceal his intention and directly asked his question.

  Since Sorcerer Supreme took the initiative to come to him, she must have understood his identity.

  Pretending not to know, and continuing to play dumb, will only make the other party look down on her for no reason.

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

  For example, a mutant Professor who is currently still a child.

  Or perhaps the Sorcerer Supreme that appeared in front of him.

  Their presence leaves no doubt that a bald head was most likely a sign of strength.

  Or, maybe there is some kind of addition to personal strength?

  Then again, Thanos has no hair, right?

  And Nick Fury —— forget it, the hardboiled egg Director has no other skills except using public funds.

  Luke's eyes drifted off as if he had discovered some big, shocking secret.

  "There are many kinds. "

  The Sorcerer Supreme seems to have entered a conversational mood. Her right arm slightly lifted, and a chair automatically slid over.

  She sat in the chair and talked with Luke face to face.

  "The three sanctuaries often capture strange spirits from other dimensions or other worlds. The standard measure is for them to be returned. "

  The Sorcerer Supreme said patiently.

  "Occasionally, there will be exceptions. For example, when the dimensions overlap and the space are turbulent, many innocent people are unfortunately killed. The soul passes through the gap between the dimension of space and the universe. After judging that there is no danger, the sanctuary will give them a place to stay. "

  Luke adjusted his sitting position, seemingly to make himself more comfortable.

  The Sorcerer Supreme is the protector of the Earth. She and the Temple of the Three maintain not world peace but balance and stability in multidimensional space.

  The group of sorcerers is generally uninterested in the fierce disputes in the human world.

  Even if the Third Reich won, colonized the whole world, and promoted extreme race theory…


  The Temple of the Three and Kamar Taj would most likely not intervene and change the trajectory of history that should have happened.

  The enemies that deserve their vigilance are the many demons in hell, the dimensional demon gods watching.

  "So, which am I? A target for deportation, or an innocent person in protective custody?"

  Luke asked calmly.