Chapter 195 | Don't Say It; the Iceman Has Feelings.

West Wing of the White House, peripheral buildings,

"This is a trap! How can humans accept us? Shaw makes a good point. Genetics is the only criterion for determining the rank of species, and mutants are better, which is why they rejected us."

Pyro, dressed like a hippie, played with a Dupont lighter in his hand while creating loud noises and unsettling panic.

"Don't let your guard down, Regan. They're probably next door discussing how to lure mutants onto the operating table so they could perform those evil and cruel scientific experiments."

Leaning back on the couch, quietly reading the National Geographic magazine, Iceman Regan shook his head and asked, "Where did you hear all this from?

"Miss Frost wouldn't tolerate such a thing. The reason she is willing to work with humanity is to create a better future for her fellow compatriots, not to take us to hell."

"That's what Cory said."

Pyro shrugged his shoulders and pouted, "The government is bad, big companies are bad, scientists are bad ... Only small people like us can save the world."

"Besides, Regan, that Miss Frost you're talking about is a snitch. Can the club trust a person who betrayed their compatriots?"

Hearing that last sentence, Iceman Regan seemed to get irritated.

He abruptly stopped turning the pages of the book, his face flushed red as if he had been insulted.

He stared at his friend, who kept opening and closing the lighter, and spoke in a cold voice, "Shut up Pyro! Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't knock your two front teeth out with my fists!"

"Wow! Good old Regan is angry and wants to get into a fight? Is it because I told the truth and ruined your idea of a perfect goddess?"

Pyro spoke in an exaggerated tone that drew the attention of the others.

In this spacious reception room, there were over 20 members of the Hellfire Club.

Most of them were young people who were once loyal supporters of Sebastian Shaw and staunch radicals.

A few people sat on the other side of the sofa, the barely moderate party.

There was a clear distinction between the two sides.

There had never been any unity within the mutant population, especially regarding integration into society and attitudes toward human beings.

"Drake, I'm warning you! Speak carefully! Miss Frost is no traitor or snitch! She saved the mutants at the club, and without her, we would still be in the hands of Sebastian Shaw, the war criminal, and cold-blooded butcher!"

Regan, the Iceman, glared at the other side fiercely; his tone hid a little anger.

It was as if his hidden thoughts were exposed, annoyed, like angry.

Not long ago, the White Queen went to Poland and brought conclusive evidence of the atrocities committed by Sebastian Shaw in Auschwitz before the members of the club.

As Luke said, to whitewash someone, all you needed to do was discredit his or her counterparts -- in any era, it's all about who was worse than whom.

Not to mention, Sebastian Shaw's dark history was numerous; they didn't need to forge anything.

This guy was able to fool young people who weren't well educated during World War II when information circulation was slow.

If the Internet had been developed like the 21st century, he would have been eliminated.

"Heh, who knows if it's true? Anyway, Shaw can't come forward to explain."

Pyro said contemptuously. He used to be a big fan of Sebastian Shaw, and so was Regan, the Iceman.

However, with Shaw's dark history coming out, they directly turned from being fans to hating and becoming a supporter of the White Queen.

And Pyro still chose to believe those extreme statements, which were similar to the racial theories from the Third Reich.

"Regan, I suggest you come to your senses."

Pyro, who was already a pain in the ass, turned the National Geographic magazine on the table to the page with a picture of a green prairie and hinted, "The White Queen and Major General Superman, have a special relationship."

"I heard that during the talks on Liberty Island, she knocked on someone's door late at night and stayed for over an hour... And now, we've all waited almost two hours and still haven't seen the White Queen or Major General Superman yet."

When Regan heard this, he was so angry that he turned blue. He clenched his fist; he could almost imagine it.

The look of sadness and anger, like a good student who found out that the goddess he was secretly in love with might be having an affair with a delinquent from another school.

At this moment, only a classic heart-breaking violin song could accurately reflect Regan's complex mood.

This young man in his twenties did admire the White Queen.

After all, who didn't like a woman with white skin, beautiful temperament, cold appearance, and long legs when they were young?

Crack crack!

Due to the emotional turmoil, the cup of coffee Regan was holding froze in his hand.

These two young mutants possessed the same natural abilities as the later generations Iceman and Pyro.

Both common nature element abilities.

But Iceman Regan's rank wasn't as high as the other one.

He was a Beta level mutant, the third level in the pyramid.

There was far less room for growth than the other Iceman -- the other had an Omega-level potential, and the degree of control at the molecular level was only limited by imagination and talent and hasn't been demonstrated.

"Of course, on the bright side, the White Queen may not have done it of her own volition."

Pyro's eyes turned, and his attitude changed, "Shaw died in the hands of that Major General Superman. He was an Alpha-level mutant, and even if he lost, I'm sure the Hellfire Club wouldn't be able to stand up to him."

"To save our compatriots, your goddess is forced to submit to Major General Superman's lustful authority ... Does that make you feel better?"

The Iceman, Regan, who had loosened his palm, clenched it again.

The picture in his mind became clearer.

Listening to Pyro's words, he simply felt humiliated by that powerful man face to face.

The sense of empathy was too strong!

"You bastard!"

A combination of intense anger, inexplicable excitement, and relief that even he didn't notice prompted Regan to throw his fists at Pyro, who was sitting across from him.

'If ... it was really like that, maybe I'll feel better.'

Regan, the Iceman, threw his fist, a subtle thought flashed through his mind.

"What are you two doing? This is the White House; if people saw it, it would be a disgrace to me!"

Just as Iceman and Pyro were fighting, the door to the parlor was thrown open.

When the White Queen saw the two entangled on the sofa, her eyes flashed with a trace of disgust. She coldly said, "Remember, you are representing the Hellfire Club now, so pay attention to your image."

When the goddess spoke, Regan quickly released his hands from the chokehold and distanced himself from Pyro's, out of breath.

"Miss Frost, we were just fooling around because we had waited too long and got a little bored."

Regan scratched his head and explained awkwardly.

"Yeah. I thought the inspection process wouldn't take long, but who knew we had to wait for the press conference to end. Two hours have almost passed. How did your talk with Major General Superman go?"

Pyro asked while giving Regan a wink.

He hadn't forgotten the joke he made earlier.

"Not much, just an exchange of ideas."

The White Queen's beautiful eyes flashed, then she changed the subject, "Besides, Luke has been promoted to Lieutenant General, so you should be more careful with how you address him."

"Follow me. The Lieutenant-General will meet you in the Red Room."

Regan, the Iceman, walked ahead. He watched the graceful figure from behind and couldn't help wondering.

'Miss Frost's dress, why does it look a little wrinkled?'

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