Ch 151 - Ch 155

Chapter 151: ?On how to relieve fatigue driving, and a manual for novice drivers

In many cases, sensory stimulation not only comes from the body, but also from the psychological level of enjoyment and experience.

This is like an old driver often driving, from the beginning of reversing into the garage, to the smooth use of drifting and cornering behind, integrating all kinds of skills.

The control of speed and strength has gradually become familiar to me.

Know when to speed up and when to slow down.

Gradually, the driving driver will develop a sense of fatigue.

It is difficult to find the feeling of excitement when I first touched the pair of soft headlights and held the round steering wheel.

If the car is of extremely high grade, it may be delayed.

For example, super sports cars like Pagani, Ferrari, and Lamborghini.

Just playing with the graceful lines, the generous headlights, and the round and full body are enough to make people feel satisfied.

However, ordinary household-level cars will inevitably get bored after driving for too long.

At this time, it is often necessary to develop some new postures and new skills.

In order to retrieve the past heartbeat and awaken the inner passion.

In this way, Luke experienced a pleasant evening.

While looking at the night view of the Hudson River, while experiencing the excitement of the dual sky of ice and fire.

"It's a wonderful evening, it's memorable."

Early the next morning, Luke opened his eyes and got up and sat on the bed.

Looking at a messy battlefield, clothes tossed around.

Thinking of the indulgence and revelry last night, he couldn't help but smile.

"Why haven't I thought about developing a new gameplay before."

Luke sighed that he was too young to confine the battlefield to the bed.

He gently pulled out the right hand that was pillowed by Marlena, and walked into the bathroom, naked.

After a few minutes, put on her nightgown and sat on the sofa.

The whole body automatically emits heat and evaporates water.

He picked up the mirror and started to shave his beard with a hot sight, which was a totally unscientific and amazing operation.

After taking care of it briefly, Luke recalled the schedule in his head.

The more important things include going to the White House to attend the award ceremony, and meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club at S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Today's schedule is very full."

He murmured.

From now on, he is a lieutenant general.

This rate of promotion has refreshed the historical record of the United States, and it is estimated that no newcomers will be able to break through.

"That fellow Howard, he hasn't appeared since he came back from driving the Nautilus himself."

Luke ordered a breakfast through room service, thinking that Malena might have to sleep for a while, but didn't wake her up.

After all, it was a fierce game last night, which was physically exhausting.

"It's a pity that I can't find a strong opponent evenly matched."

Luke sighed as he brushed the toast with jam.

Enough postures can really give people a sense of freshness.

But unable to try the violent impact of the violent storm, this is always a small regret.

Take a few minutes and enjoy a simple breakfast.

Luke changed into the lieutenant general's dress for the award ceremony and walked to the wide balcony.

"Go to Howard's first and see what he is up to."

With his legs bent and a sudden leap, the figure of Superman rushed into the sky.

Howard bought real estate in New York, Washington, DC, and everywhere.

Based on what Luke knew about him, he should stay in his villa on Long Island, New York during this time.

That guy has shown off more than once, he has a winery in the west of Long Island.

It also stated that on Thanksgiving Day, Rogers and Luke were invited to a party.

boom!

The tall and straight figure flying at high speed evacuated the waves and broke through the sound barrier.

In almost a moment, Luke reached the west of Long Island.

Surrounded by the sea on three sides, the climate is humid, and there are a large number of forests and hills. It is recognized by later generations as one of the most suitable areas for human living in the world.

Therefore, Long Island Town quickly became a gathering place for the wealthy in New York.

Various townhouses are developed and established, and there are various supporting facilities.

Howard, who is keen to enjoy life, bought a manor long ago.

Every summer and winter, he would come to rest and vacation to experience the boring life of the rich.

Bang!

Luke landed exactly in the courtyard of Howard's house, shaking up a cloud of dust.

Because he deliberately failed to converge, the movement was so loud that the windows rustled.

"I said-you can't knock on the door? Every time it has to be like a bomber dropping a bomb, scaring me to death!"

With his hair messed up, Howard, like a bird's nest, slammed open the window and complained loudly.

He was wearing a saucy burgundy pajamas, with heavy dark circles under his eyes.

It's like a young internet addict who hasn't had a good night's sleep for several days and nights, and is about to die suddenly.

"So, you should build an apron in the backyard so that I can visit it easily."

Luke ignored Howard's complaint and continued: "Paige said you haven't been to S.H.I.E.L.D. for four days. Although it's just a named scientific consultant and there is no stipulation on working hours, the model for nuclear reactors has been improved. There is also the universe Rubik's Cube test project. These tasks require you to give full play to that clever brain."

"Heh, do you know how I spent the past few days?"

Howard showed a trace of arrogance on his face and vibrated: "I got inspiration from the'Nautilus' nuclear reactor and set out to design a more effective and powerful energy system. It is the key to the future!"

"For this reason, I haven't slept for a week."

Luke was a little dubious, frowning and asked: "Don't you stay at S.H.I.E.L.D., you can't complete the design of the new energy system?"

"Uh, it's okay. But after I came back from the Atlantic, I was quite excited that night. I spent more than 30 hours in the underground laboratory and produced the first version of the design drawings."

Howard scratched his head, a little embarrassed: "You know, when a scientist's inspiration breaks out, he doesn't care about the others. So, I simply forgot what S.H.I.E.L.D. and what job he did."

"Furthermore, compared to the four days of absenteeism by SHIELD, I have not stepped into the gates of Stark Industries for almost half a month. My secretary came here last time to determine if her boss is still alive. It was not secretly murdered, but buried in the yard."

Listening to Howard's standard cold humor, Luke couldn't help feeling that the father and son of the Stark family were similar in many places.

The same was true when Tony developed the Mark series armor.

He just wanted to compliment a few words when he vaguely heard a coquettish female voice in Howard's room.

Within a few seconds, a slender arm rested on this guy's shoulder.

Half of his young face poked out, and there was still a trace of redness at the corners of his eyes and brows.

It seems that this is not long after the end of the morning exercise.

"Haha~www.mtlnovel.com~ This is what you call an explosion of inspiration, exploring science?"

Luke showed contempt in his eyes, and he really shouldn't have any unrealistic illusions about Howard.

Fortunately, he thought that the chicken coop head and the thick dark circles were all immersed in the research of the Ark Reactor.

Unexpectedly, it was just a sequelae of excessive indulgence and multiplayer sports.

"Uh, when Einstein finished his thesis on general relativity, didn't he also send a message with his female secretary in the office... As scientists, we just release our inner joy and excitement in this way, instead of simply indulging in it. Female."

Howard said plausibly, he simply pushed aside the unknown woman who was hugging him, and stomped downstairs.

After being frightened by Luke, he has entered the time of the sage, completely immune to the temptation of female sex.

"Come on, show you my latest research results!"

Howard can't wait to show Luke the key to the future.

hapter 152: ? The Ark Reactor, the first unit idea

"Before this, can you get your clothes on first?"

Seeing Howard's impatient look, Luke glanced at the open nightgown, which was empty and almost unobstructed.

Tonight I asked Marlena to wash her eyes again.

He thought so.

"It's not important! Even if Einstein is wearing pajamas, he can still give lectures at MIT. The light of wisdom is far more important than a coat that covers the flesh."

Howard is in a state of excitement. I don't know if it's because he just finished his morning exercises or he wants to show off his latest results to Luke impatiently.

"I finally know why those French scholars like to go to brothels. You just slept with a woman, and even talked so much. If you sleep a few more times, wouldn't it be Shakespeare."

Luke teased, but did not refuse Howard's invitation.

This holiday manor in the west of Long Island, because it often comes over, prepares a basic version of the underground laboratory.

Anyway, Howard is not bad for money. When this guy is full of inspiration, or is eager to conduct a certain research, he can always come in handy.

Moreover, according to him, sometimes the brain is blank, and it will bring the women who are ganging up here.

Watching those complicated calculation formulas while doing some kind of intense exercise makes it easier to stimulate thinking and sparks.

Luke said that he didn't even believe in a single punctuation mark.

"Have you never thought about tidying it up?"

Walking into the underground laboratory, he asked.

Compared with his son's futuristic high-tech private laboratory, the workplace of Iron Man's father is much simpler.

A long metal oval table with various calculation papers and various tools in a mess.

Four leftover pizza boxes, five or six cups of Fat House Happy Water, and a lot of coffee.

From the smelly household garbage, it can be known that Howard may not lie, and he really stays in the laboratory without going out these days.

"Only in this messy state can I find the tools I want to use. If I clean them up and place them neatly, I may not be able to work properly."

Howard waved his hand. This is a personal habit. Jarvis, the butler who occasionally comes to look after, has long been accustomed to it.

Behind him are two stretchable simple whiteboards, densely written with a large number of formulas, and the knowledge involved is enough to stun people.

Luke glanced around and asked curiously: "Do you plan to use palladium as the energy core?"

"You actually understand? Well, it's not surprising. Any incredible thing that happens to Superman seems so normal."

Howard made a contrived expression, and then continued: "I was involved in the Manhattan Project before, and Oppenheimer's research is nuclear fission, which uses chain reactions to release terrible energy."

"Although I am an arms dealer, I am not interested in uncontrollable lethal weapons, and there are already enough geniuses in that field, there is no need to squeeze in one."

"So you set your sights on nuclear fusion?"

Luke took the conversation and picked up a scribbled design drawing.

In terms of thinking, it already has the prototype of a Tokamak thermonuclear fusion reactor.

From the outside, it looked a bit like the big guy who was later placed in Stark's industrial weapons research and development department.

Iron Man Tony Stark, inspired by it, developed a reduced version of the Ark reactor.

"That's right! The fuel used in nuclear fusion energy is deuterium and tritium, and deuterium is abundant in sea water. About one deuterium atom in 6,500 hydrogen atoms, the total amount of deuterium in sea water is about 45 trillion tons."

Howard snapped his fingers, and having a chat partner who could understand what he said was the best thing in the world.

"The deuterium contained in each liter of seawater is completely fused, and the fusion energy released is equivalent to the energy of 300 liters of gasoline fuel. Calculated according to the energy consumed in the world, the fusion energy of deuterium in seawater can be used for tens of billions of years. Therefore, as long as I Solving the problem of nuclear fusion is tantamount to solving the world's energy problem!"

Following the rhythm, Luke nodded and smiled: "Even the Atlanteans who are marine civilizations have not overcome the technical difficulties. Where do you come from?"

The reaction requirements and technical requirements of nuclear fusion technology are very high, and controllable nuclear fusion is even more troublesome.

Of course, this is only for the real world that Luke once lived in.

There is no such thing as a scientific barrier in the Marvel Universe at all. As long as a certain genius strikes a brain, it will soon be able to produce a finished product that is close to black technology.

The representative figure is Mr. Fantastic Reed Richards.

"Because I am the genius of the Stark family."

Howard touched those two moustaches and said proudly.

"Say something serious."

Luke gave each other a blank look. Narcissism and genius are really Stark's family inheritance.

"Well, after driving the Nautilus and returning to New York from the Atlantic, I started to experiment with various energy-releasing cores."

Howard coughed twice and said solemnly: "Perhaps it was a revelation from heaven. I discovered palladium. It is the No. 46 chemical element, the element is metal, and it has excellent catalytic properties."

"I used palladium to electrolyze heavy water, and as a result, I observed an abnormally high energy output, and measured the output of neutrons and tritium."

"What does this mean? If I use palladium as the energy core to create a large toroidal vacuum chamber, coils are wound on the outside, and electric current is applied to generate a huge spiral magnetic field inside, and then the plasma in it is heated to a high temperature— —The effect of nuclear fusion can be achieved."

Howard was so excited that it was an amazing discovery for him, and it was an exciting breakthrough study for the world.

"Details still need to be considered. For example, stability, energy loss, and how to apply... These are issues that cannot be ignored."

Luke pondered for a moment, then answered.

Howard is indeed a veritable genius, and easily overcome a major cross-epoch difficulty.

"You're right, I just made a rough framework, and there is still a lot of content to be filled in."

After the excitement, Howard finally returned to calm thinking.

"Don't the U.S. military have a 'paperclip plan'? S.H.I.E.L.D. has recruited so many German scientists and found a few people related to nuclear energy physics to form a team. What do you think?"

"This is not a problem. But the Soviet Union vigorously develops the nuclear industry, and it has taken a group of people away. The remaining... elites, you may not be attracted."

Luke shrugged ~www.mtlnovel.com~ He knew Howard had high demands on researchers.

"Wait, I have a good candidate! Last time at the reception of the Atomic Energy Commission, I met a...Soviet scientist."

Howard frowned and tried to recall: "His name is...Anton Vanke! I heard that he defected from the Soviet Union and once hosted important projects."

"We talked about research on nuclear fission and nuclear fusion. He is barely a junior member of the genius club and may be a good helper."

Luke blinked. The grievances of the two generations of Stark and Anton families began?

"Okay, I'll go to the Atomic Energy Commission VIPs."

He nodded in agreement, paused for a moment, and asked in no sense: "Howard, have you ever thought about reducing the size of the reactor as the core energy source for a certain weapon?"

"such as?"

"For example... power armor."

Chapter 153: ?Iron Man Dad, performing real skills

"Power armor?"

Howard frowned slightly, a little confused.

At this time, sci-fi master Robert Heinlein's "Starship Paratrooper" has not yet been released, and power armor belongs to a relatively unfamiliar concept.

The popular sci-fi warfare, which won the Hugo Award, was later adapted into the classic movie "Star Wars". The soldiers in it were dressed in military equipment similar to power exoskeleton.

Many games and film and television works in later generations followed this concept and carried it forward.

"Similar to my Superman suit."

Luke explained.

He has always been interested in making Howard Stark into Iron Man.

Why have to wait until decades later, let Tony face the news reporter and say the classic line of "I am Iron Man".

In terms of brains, Howard is no worse than his son.

Anyway, the timeline has been messed up, and even Gu has a headache when he looks at it.

You don't need to worry about the original plot anymore. The advantage of foresight is no longer important to Luke.

He had already completed the primitive accumulation and entered the developmental stage of explosive growth.

"Superman suit? I have always been curious about how the Hydra gang came up with that thing! It requires nanomolecular technology that is impossible to achieve at this stage."

In Howard's eyes, there was an incomprehensible look.

"Before major innovations in microscope manufacturing technology, we could say that we knew very little about the world of atoms and molecules. And your body... your cool suit is a mature application of nanotechnology-to be honest. I don't believe that, Hydra scientists have mastered the cutting-edge technology for controlling individual atoms and molecules and exploring the microscopic world."

Luke raised his eyebrows, trying to fool a clever genius is really not easy.

Their heads are always filled with all kinds of strange questions, and they can easily find those unreasonable places.

"It does not matter."

Luke cleared his throat and walked through the aisle: "There are many unknown things in the world, just like the Rubik's Cube in the universe. To you, is it a product of this era?"

Howard was speechless, after a moment of contemplation, he seemed to feel reasonable, and put away his skeptical eyes.

"Then you mean, let me make a similar suit and use the reactor as the core energy source?"

As the father of Iron Man, Howard quickly understood Luke's ideas and began to consider feasibility.

"Let me think about it, your suit has a high technical content. It has soft and tough ductility and strong applicability. Nano-molecular technology allows the surface to be freely combined and changed."

"You have withstood the tank's main gun, but in the end it was unscathed, and the suit was not damaged. This proves that it has the function of absorbing high heat and energy. If you consider it further, it may be able to prevent radiation.

"If I were to design it, I would definitely arrange atoms and molecules in a certain way to make something similar to artificial muscle fibers, and then programmatically code it, which can develop a variety of uses."

"For example, the surface is hardened, like an upgraded version of body armor, which can withstand machine guns and artillery."

"It also absorbs the refracted light around it to complete the double "invisibility" of the naked eye and the instrument."

Speaking of technical research and specific applications, Howard, as an arms dealer, naturally has a big brain.

"By the way, I remember the group of generals in the Pentagon. I wanted you to surrender your battle clothes and study similar technologies. Why didn't you have any sound later?"

He paused and looked at Luke who was listening carefully.

To be honest, Howard is also very interested in the Superman suit.

Just considering that Luke might not agree, plus studying other people's underwear, it felt strange, so he gave up this idea.

"Well, that's right."

Luke nodded.

"Col. Phillips tested my reaction, saying that the Pentagon and the White House are going to have an inquiry meeting."

"Later, the Namor of Atlantis appeared and broke the two aircraft carriers of the Atlantic Fleet. After I pushed them back, no one ever mentioned it."

"Actually, I'm a very good person, and I don't mind cooperating with the Pentagon and the White House in the last questioning meeting."

Howard rolled his eyes, automatically ignored this unreliable answer, and returned to the restaurant on the first floor in his nightgown.

Jarvis, the housekeeper, is not here today. He is generally only responsible for the management of the New York mansion, and occasionally comes here.

It is said that the capable butler who is in his thirties and has the breath of a British gentleman.

Once served in the British Air Force, he won the championship boxer for three consecutive years after retiring.

At the same time of extraordinary skill, the ability to do things is still very strong.

He is both a close friend of Howard and a reliable helper.

Thinking of the housekeeper Alfred in the next studio, he once had an amazing record of beating Superman.

Every time Luke greeted Jarvis, he would be more polite unconsciously.

After all, the world view of superheroes.

To be a good housekeeper, there must be some hidden tricks.

"Your proposal is very interesting, but it is a bit cumbersome to actually operate."

Howard was eating a sandwich, his cheeks swollen, and said: "The problem of the energy system, let's put it aside for now."

"The first thing we have to face is the material. Ordinary alloy steel is obviously not enough. For the protection of your body, as well as the defense against heavy weapons, and the shock absorption... These all need to be considered."

"Secondly, I don't have an inhuman force like you. To increase the power of power armor, you need to carry various weapons, such as machine guns, micro missiles, and thrusters."

"I just thought about it. If a real object is to be made, it should be a small giant three to four meters high. It may be cumbersome to operate and can only be used as a mobile fortress that attracts firepower."

"It doesn't feel very useful-I would prefer him to be close to a normal person's form, and it is best to attract the eye. Whether he is strong or not is a trivial matter, and it matters whether he is handsome or not!"

Howard swallowed the last bite of the sandwich and took a sip of hot milk.

He was really moved by Luke's suggestion.

Just as a truth-seeking and pragmatic scientist, Howard thought about it carefully and found that the feasibility was not high.

On the one hand, there are limitations of the times, on the other hand, this involves many technical difficulties.

Unless you put in a lot of energy and time, you can't get any results.

"There will be bread and milk. Technical problems will be solved by Atlantis. As for... the materials, I can give you a surprise gift package when that time comes."

Luke has a mysterious face, inexplicably a bit like an old man with a white beard who puts gifts in his stockings at Christmas.

"But that's all afterwards, now roll me out and take a shower, take care of your moustache and messy hair, and then rush to Washington, DC. Today is my honor ceremony."

Hearing Luke giving orders, Howard subconsciously sniffed the pajamas on his body and found that there was an unpleasant odor of food, so he obeyed the instructions rather well.

"Tsk tusk, the youngest lieutenant general in the history of the United States, really enviable!"

Before leaving, he took a bite of the lemon slices in the fruit plate and said sourly.

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The White House, South Lawn.

Not long ago, the President added a balcony to the South Colonnade and by the way conducted a thorough inspection of the country's highest-level official residence.

It turned out that the problem was too serious and there were many hidden safety hazards, so I decided to launch a large-scale rectification.

Now, the president's family has moved to Blair across Pennsylvania Avenue.

Today is the honoring ceremony of Major General Cavill, and the press conference is scheduled here.

Otherwise, it would be difficult to see the President and cabinet members gathered in the White House.

"Little Cavill... Oh no, you should be called Lieutenant General."

Before he took the stage to give a speech, facing the reporter, the president kindly held Luke's right hand.

Judging from his appearance, it seems that he has not given up the idea of ​​introducing his daughter to the other party.

"I just fulfilled my responsibilities and implemented the idea of ​​maintaining world peace. This is nothing."

Luke, as always, said beautiful things that he didn't believe in.

He met Mr. President's daughter, even though the other party was very enthusiastic and proactive.

However, Luke's interest is lacking and can't be impulsive.

In the last meeting, he just smiled politely and maintained a basic demeanor to show his attitude.

"Mr. Lieutenant General, it's time to consider the issue of starting a family."

The president was still reluctant to give up, and positively said: "I talked to your uncle, Frank, and he hopes to see you get married and have children and lead a happy and peaceful life."

Luke curled his lips and played the emotional card?

He didn't want to step into the grave of love so early, it would only stumble his footsteps.

How can the grand goal of the stars and the sea be delayed by the love of children!

"With all due respect, your Excellency, I am actually not as good as the newspapers and news."

Luke showed a serious expression and continued: "If you know something, you should know my private life..."

"That's not a problem!"

The president made a very big look, saying that he was someone who was here, and he knew everything.

"It's normal to like pretty girls with hot bodies. Look at Little Kennedy, playing so presumptuously, but it doesn't prevent him from becoming a promising young man."

"I have heard of Mr. Lieutenant General's private life. Except for the Sicilian woman, and Ms. Carter from S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"You see, there are only two. This is not related to romanticism. It can be said to be self-cleaning and abide by the rules. It is really a role model among young people."

Luke opened his mouth slightly, and some did not react.

Is the atmosphere of the upper class open to this extent?

Having two lovers is not worthy of being called a "wandering son"?

He who is about to be promoted to lieutenant general ~www.mtlnovel.com~ feels inexplicably despised.

"It is not easy for a young man in a high position like you to hold onto his heart and restrain his desires."

Mr. President let go, tidy up his suit, and prepare to give a speech on stage.

"After the award ceremony, I have a family dinner, Mr. Lieutenant General must come over. After the last meeting, my daughter Mary admires you very much and says your name every day."

Luke was shocked again, how could there be such a father who forcibly promoted his daughter.

I feel that if he can do it, the president would like to force him to obediently.

Luke, who has a sense of crisis, his brain is running fast, thinking about solutions.

and many more!

He looked at Howard who was sitting behind, and an idea came to his mind.

It's time for this self-proclaimed dandy guy to perform real skills.

Chapter 154: ?Can you, Mr. Lieutenant General

The breeze is comfortable and the sky is clear.

The broad lawn, collectively referred to as the "Presidential Garden", is covered with shrubs like hedges and trees, and the scenery is excellent.

There is also a pool in the center, and the fountain is pouring like yuzhu, which is several feet high and crystal clear.

The press conference was scheduled at the South Gate, and major newspapers from New York sent journalists one after another to gather here with long guns and short cannons.

Of course, these are officially recognized media.

The president, who was still selling his daughter just now, walked to the front of the stage with great demeanor and talked freely.

With a calm and passionate tone, I look back on the past of the United States and imagine a bright future.

Forty minutes later, when the lengthy and tedious official speech was over, the reporters cheered up and stopped the urge to fall asleep.

The camera was aimed at the young major general-wait for the lieutenant general.

Put it in any newspaper in New York, who doesn't know that Superman is a hot news spot.

As long as you post photos and write some gossip, you can increase the sales of newspapers in the industry.

The only pity is that because Luke travels on weekdays, he either takes the Pentagon special car or flies directly over.

This makes it difficult for the paparazzi to track, and almost no one in the industry has ever taken photos of Superman, let alone unearthed gimmicky material.

Except for some anonymous photographers-flying in the air, overlooking Berlin, there is also a hand-pushing aircraft carrier, two photos cheered by the people, respectively by different people.

I really don't know how they did it!

The reporter in the audience sneered.

"That guy is Hadlow Jameson, a young reporter from the Daily Horn?"

Luke started reading according to the written speech, and randomly glanced at the members of the newspaper underneath, and found a guy who could barely be considered a familiar face.

According to the age, that very clever young man may be the editor-in-chief of the Daily Horn and the father of Jonah Jameson, the number one fan of Spider-Man.

Frankly speaking, the whole process of the award ceremony is actually quite boring.

It's nothing more than putting on some positive spiritual chicken soup, looking back at the hard years before the United States, and emphasizing the beacon spirit of freedom and democracy.

Then, interspersed with a few humorous jokes to liven up the atmosphere.

Finally, with a high and fierce tone, make a concluding conclusion.

In essence, the award-winning stars thanked "CCTV", thanked "Mom and Dad", and thanked "all those who supported me" at the awards show. This is a routine.

Luke's speech was relatively brief, and it was done in 20 minutes.

The next step is the President's award, and the two shook hands for a group photo.

On the surface, it looks ordinary and unremarkable, but in reality, it will be a hot topic in the newspaper in a few hours.

Superman's creation, which is gradually retreating, may be popular again.

I heard that in the red light district of New York, a special service for the Sorceress was launched some time ago, specifically for those loyal fans who adore Superman.

In this regard, Luke was not surprised.

The **** industry in the lighthouse country has always been the hottest.

When the superhero blockbuster hits the spotlight, all kinds of Iron Man vs. Magi, Hulk vs. Black Widow, Thor vs. Loki... etc., is there something weird mixed in?

Even during a certain presidential campaign, the publisher also released Blu-ray discs of Mr. Chuan vs. Hillary.

Seeking Clinton's psychological shadow area!

"Mr. President, I will have a meeting with the mutants of the Hellfire Club later. As for the family dinner, I will attend it on time."

After stepping down, Luke greeted a few words casually, then left.

Before participating in the meeting, he walked to Howard's side and whispered a few words to his ear.

The other party's expression went from reluctance to vacillation, and then refused to welcome it until he accepted it. The whole process took less than ten seconds.

"I believe that with your charm, there is absolutely no problem."

Luke patted Howard on the shoulder, encouraging.

Before long, he appeared in the small reception room in the Red Room of the White House.

"What about the rest?"

Luke, who quietly left the press conference, looked at the White Queen who was standing at the window.

"Still being inspected by the Pentagon. This is the White House, the most important center of power in the country. No mutant has ever stepped into this place openly."

The White Queen's tone is complicated, and her mood is even more subtle.

She looked at the lively scene not far away, thinking that afterwards, she would lead the mutants to formally appear in front of the world.

This is an unprecedented bold attempt and an important moment to change the future.

"Emma, ​​if you take this step, you will face tremendous pressure and shoulder heavy responsibilities."

Luke walked over and lost the Hellfire Club of Sebastian Shaw. It can be said that there is no leader.

There are still a few people who are dissatisfied with the white queen's superiority.

They are all Xiao's loyal supporters and **** radicals.

Therefore, Luke intends to hold a consultation meeting to have a friendly exchange with the group of people.

This is also conducive to the subsequent cooperation of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"For the first time, I have this feeling of inconfidence."

The White Queen put her arms around her chest, and a dazed emotion appeared on her cold, proud and delicate face.

It is unrealistic to expect a young girl in her twenties to bear the expectations of her compatriots and the goal of revitalizing mutants.

Even if it is, if the bald professor of the same age is brought over, he may not be able to perform better than the White Queen.

Responsibility can be said to be the heaviest word in the world.

It takes enough courage and perseverance to be able to bear it.

"Little Cavill... Lieutenant General, do you know? I used to be a very inferior person because I didn't get any care from my family."

The White Queen shrank her shoulders and her voice became low: "My father perfectly interprets the image of a cold businessman, my mother abuses drugs, and is addicted to alcohol every day. My brother is gay, and my sister...Kayla likes to put the best She is shown to outsiders, but she is actually not that good, and occasionally it is bad."

"After I awakened my talents, I listened to their hearts and felt their truest emotions... It was a nightmare. When you found out about your parents, you could not wait for each other to die, and each had a shameful secret. People collapse!"

"It sounds like a very difficult time. Fortunately, it's all over. It's worth celebrating."

Luke leaned against the table and handed a glass of bourbon to him.

"and after?"

He did his best to act as a serious listener.

"I chose a boarding school. Using my talent to cheat changed the fact that I had poor grades and became the most popular girl in the school by the way."

The White Queen took the wine glass, took a sip, and laughed at herself.

"After graduation, I might become a teacher. Because everyone thinks that I have special communication skills, and I can always know everyone's personality and habits and become friends with them."

"But it didn't take long for me to get tired of listening to my heart. Mr. Lieutenant General, can you understand how I feel? Everyone seems to be transparent. They are the worst, the most disgusting, the dirtiest, and the most The real side unabashedly appeared in my eyes."

"I never dated any boys in school, because I could read out their innermost... dirty thoughts every time."

"I also don't have a good friend in the true sense. Their enthusiasm on the surface can't hide the cruel fact that they will be behind them and call me 'bitch' and 'little bitch'.

Luke laughed and became a spiritual mentor at the right time.

This is ironic, the inner heart of the mentally capable person is actually riddled with holes.

"You have to learn to relax, Emma. Where there is a pure and flawless beautiful heart in the world, even innocent children will use hot water to destroy ant nests and release their own malice."

Luke slowed down and said softly.

"Restrain the urge to listen, so as to make life exciting."

"Mr. Lieutenant, I always relax every time I chat with you."

After drinking the glass of bourbon, the white queen converged on her redundant expression, and the corners of her mouth slightly cocked.

"This is probably because I can't guess what you are going to say. To me, lies are even more rare than truth."

A slender finger lightly touched Luke's chest.

Tossing back and forth as if it were tickling.

The other long straight leg rubbed against the crotch.

If you are an ordinary person, you may want to beware.

Because the white queen can be diamondized.

It can easily cut through the skin and tear the flesh and blood.

The seemingly beautiful temptation may be a life-killing act.

But Luke's face remained unchanged, and he asked indifferently, "Is this... seduce?"

"No, Mr. Lieutenant, this is cooperation."

The white queen's frowning brows stretched out, her delicate face like an iceberg smiled and said: "As you said before, verbal promises cannot be trusted, and paper contracts can be torn."

"In this case, instead of slowly building trust and reducing the efficiency of cooperation, it is better to use a deeper way to increase mutual understanding."

"what do you think?"

Looking down at the stunning whiteness, Luke shook his head and said, "This is not a suitable battlefield."

"Mr. Lieutenant General, look at the group of people outside. Among them are the president~www.mtlnovel.com~, officials from the cabinet, and generals from the Pentagon. They are all standing at the top of the power pyramid."

The white queen's smile became stronger and stronger, as if letting go of some kind of restraint and letting herself go.

"Don't you think it's more... exciting on such a formal occasion?"

Luke took a deep breath, restraining his inner impulse.

Most of the time, he stayed sensible and avoided being influenced by impulsive emotions.

"I like to take the initiative, Emma."

Luke held the finger that fiddled with his chest, and said in a heavy tone: "I don't like being led. Even if I really want to communicate in depth, when and where, it should be up to me."

The White Queen seemed a little disappointed, and withdrew her teasing fingers.

Before Luke could breathe a sigh of relief, she leaned back, half lying on the large desk.

"Now, the White House, can you, Mr. Lieutenant General?"

Chapter 155: ?Stop talking, arch dam brother likes it

West Wing of the White House, outlying buildings.

　　 "This is simply a trap! How can humans accept us? Xiao makes a lot of sense. Genes are the only criterion for determining the level of the population. Mutants are better, so they will be rejected."

　　Rising star Drake, dressed as a hippie, plays with the Dupont lighter in his hand while making noisy noises and disturbing panic.

　　 "Don't let your guard down, Reagan. They may be discussing next door now how to trick the mutants onto the operating table, so that they can carry out those evil and cruel scientific experiments."

　　 Leaning on the sofa, the iceman Reagan, who quietly watched National Geographic, shook his head, and asked, "Where did you hear the news?"

　　 "Miss Frost will not tolerate this happening. The reason she is willing to cooperate with humans is to create a better future for her fellow citizens, not to take us to hell."

　　 "But it is written like that in novels."

　　Rising star Drake shrugged, and said, "Government is bad, big company is bad, scientist is bad... Only a small person like us can save the world."

　　 "Furthermore, Reagan, Miss Frost in your mouth is a whistleblower. Can the club trust someone who has betrayed his countrymen?"

　　 Hearing the last sentence, it seemed to stimulate the Iceman Reagan.

　　 The action of turning the pages of the book suddenly stopped, his face flushed, as if he had been insulted.

　　 He stared at his friend who kept turning on and closing the lighter, and said in a cold tone: "Shut up, Drake! Otherwise I can't guarantee that you won't use your fists to blow your two front teeth away!"

　　 "Wow! The good old man Regan is angry and wants to find someone to fight? Is it because I told the truth and hurt your perfect goddess?"

　　Rising star Drake said in a weird manner, and his exaggerated tone attracted everyone's attention.

　　 In this spacious reception room, there are more than twenty members of the Hellfire Club sitting in total.

　　Most of them are young people. They used to be Sebastian Shaw's loyal supporters and strong radicals.

　　 A small number of people sitting on the sofa on the other side are barely considered moderates.

　　 There is a clear distinction between the two sides.

　　 Mutants have never been unified within, especially in their integration into society and their attitude towards humans.

"Drake, I warn you! Speak more carefully! Miss Frost is not a traitor and informer! She saved the mutants of the club. Without her, we would still be caught by Sebastian Shaw, the war Criminals and cold-blooded butchers are playing in the palm of their hands!"

　　 Iceman Reagan glared at the opponent, with a little anger hidden in his tone.

　　 It's like being exposed to that point of careful thinking, and it's like getting angry from embarrassment.

　　 Not long ago, the White Queen who went to Poland, put together the atrocities committed by Sebastian Shaw in Auschwitz and put them in front of the club members as conclusive evidence.

　　 As Luke said, if you want to whitewash someone, you only need to discredit the companion who is standing with him or her-in any era, there is a need to pay attention to who is worse than anyone else.

　　 Not to mention, Sebastian Shaw's dark history is indeed too numerous to count, and even the work of forgery is saved.

　　 This guy can also deceive young people who read less during World War II when news is not circulating quickly.

　　 If it were replaced by the 21st century, when the Internet was developed, it would have been cleansed up long ago.

　　 "Hey, who knows if it's true, Xiao can't stand up and explain anyway."

　　Rising star Drake said contemptuously. He was once a big fan of Sebastian Shaw, and so was Iceman Reagan.

　　 It's just that the latter became a supporter of the White Queen following the explosion of Xiao's black material.

　　 And the new star Drake still chooses to believe that a set of extreme claims that are similar to the racial theory of the Third Reich.

　　 "Ragan, I advise you to stay awake."

Drake, who was originally a thorny new star, deliberately turned the National Geographic magazine on the table to a page with green prairie, implying: "The White Queen and the Superman Major General, their The relationship is extraordinary."

"I heard that when the Liberty Island talks, she knocked on someone else's door in the middle of the night and stayed alone for more than an hour... And now, we have waited for almost two hours, and we haven't seen Bai Queen, and Major General Superman."

　　 Iceman Reagan was so angry that he clenched his fists when he heard the words. There was almost a picture in his mind.

　　 The expression of grief and indignation is like a miraculous student who knows that he has a crush on the goddess, who may have a leg with the bad guys of the foreign school behind his back.

　　 At this moment, only the classic "One Cut Plum" can accurately reflect the complex mood of Iceman Reagan.

　　 This young man in his twenties does have an admiration for the White Queen.

　　 After all, when she was young, who would not like the young lady with white skin and good temperament, cold appearance and long legs.

　　 Click! Click!

　　Due to emotional stimulation, the cup of coffee held by Iceman Regan condenses into ice.

　　 The talents of these two young mutants are similar to those of the later Iceman and Fireman.

　　 are common energy systems.

　　 is not the level of Iceman Reagan, not as high as the other one.

　　 He is the Beta level, the third level in the mutant hierarchy.

　　 The growth space is far inferior to that of another iceman-the opponent has Omega-level potential, and the degree of molecular-level control is only limited by imagination and talent, and has not been clearly shown.

　　 "Of course, on the bright side, the White Queen may not be voluntary."

　　Rising star Drake rolled his eyes and changed his attitude: "Xiao died in the hands of the Superman Major General. He is an Alpha-class mutant. If he loses even he, the Hellfire Club must not be able to resist the opponent."

　　 "In order to protect your compatriots, your goddess was forced to be helpless and succumbed to the lewd power of the Superman Major General... Isn't it better to say that?"

　　 Iceman Reagan's palm, which had been loosened, clenched again.

　　 The picture in his mind became clearer.

　　 Listening to the words of the rising star Drake, he felt like being humiliated by the tauren in person.

　　 The sense of substitution is too strong!

　　 "You bastard!"

　　 Intense anger, mixed with inexplicable irritation, and unconsciousness of ease, prompted the Iceman Regan to wave his fist and pounce on the rising star Drake sitting opposite.

　　If...that's really the case, maybe I'll feel better.

　　 As Iceman Regan threw his fist, a humble thought flashed in his mind.

　　 "What are you two doing? This is the White House. If you show it to others, wouldn't it be a shame to me!"

　　 Just as the iceman Reagan and the new star Drake were fighting together, the door of the reception room was pushed open.

　　 The White Queen saw two men entangled on the sofa, a trace of disgust flashed in her eyes, and she said coldly: "Remember ~ www.mtlnovel.com~ You are now representing the Hellfire Club. Pay attention to your image."

　　 Hearing the words of the goddess, the iceman Reagan quickly released the hands holding his neck and kept his distance from the breathless new star Drake.

　　 "Miss Frost, we are just playing around, because the waiting time is too long and it's kind of boring."

　　 Regan scratched his head and explained awkwardly.

　　 "Yeah. I think the inspection process will not take long. Who knows that we have to wait for the press conference to end. Two hours have passed. How did Miss Frost talk to the Superman Major General?"

　　Rising star Drake asked, winking at Iceman Regan.

　　 Obviously, he hasn't forgotten the joke he said before.

　　 "It's nothing, just exchange opinions."

　　 The beautiful eyes of the White Queen flickered, and she turned the subject away: "Also, Luke has been promoted to lieutenant general, so pay attention to the address."

　　 "Follow me next, Mr. Lieutenant General will meet you in the Red Room."

　　 Iceman Regan walked ahead, watching his graceful figure from his back, he couldn't help but feel puzzled.

　　 Miss Frost's clothes, why do they look a little wrinkled?