Marvel’s Superman

Twenty minutes later, Luke, who flew to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.

He saw Namor who had met again after many days.

The other party was sitting in the corner by the window, with distant eyes, staring at the port outside the window, seemingly indulging in memories.

Before coming ashore, the former king of Atlantis took care of his poor appearance a bit.

Wash off the rotten smell and put on new clothes.

The dry hair like weeds and the greasy beard that was tangled in a ball were also shaved.

All in all, he no longer looks like a scruffy bum.

It's just that between the eyebrows, there is still a sullen breath.

"Namo McKenzie."

Luke sat opposite, snapped his fingers, and motioned for the waiter to serve a glass of craft beer.

Apart from its delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant is also a beer lover's paradise.

There are more than 60 kinds of craft brews in the store, attracting nearby sailors and sailors.

"Superman."

When Namor said the name, there was a hint of bitterness in his tone.

He remembered that the two met for the first time, and the other was just the general of the land kingdom.

And he is the master of the seven seas, the king of Atlantis.

The identities of the two sides, not to mention the difference, are not equal.

Now, he is a fugitive from Atlantis.

Superman has become the third pole of the world, standing alone against the mighty existence of superpowers.

There are many misfortunes in life.

Let Namor feel complicated and emotional.

"I'm glad you made such a decision."

Luke picked up the beer and took a gulp.

This seafood restaurant has long been booked by S.H.I.E.L.D. agents. The waiters at the front desk and the welcome guests at the door are all their own.

The real boss and staff were all shivering in hiding in the back kitchen.

They thought it was a gang negotiation, silently praying that there would not be a firefight that would destroy too many tables and chairs.

"You mean to say it's nice to see me turned into a whistleblower, a coward who betrays allies?"

Namor laughed at himself, dipping his beer with his head up.

He has always been good at reading comprehension.

"First of all, whistleblowing is not shameful, it depends on the situation."

Luke shook his head and tapped the table with his fingers.

"According to the information you have provided, the Black Queen Selene is planning a large-scale, genocidal massacre against the citizens of London."

"Then there is no doubt that she is a deranged lunatic, a dehumanized butcher."

"And you, Namor McKenzie, chose to inform!"

"You saved eight million innocent lives, you are a hero to be praised!"

Namor was stunned for a moment, as if he did not expect that his actions would actually be affirmed by Superman.

As a former mortal enemy, he was mentally prepared to be ridiculed.

"As for allies? I don't think you and Selene have reached a deep and profound revolutionary friendship, have you?"

Luke half-smiled, looking at Namor.

Although it is said that the sea king in the comics is worthy of the name, he often hooks up with women.

Moreover, he specializes in prying the corner of superheroes, and likes to mention the glorious nickname of "Wife Man".

However, his intuition told him that Namor and the Black Queen should not have rolled onto a single sheet.

The former king of Atlantis doesn't look like a master whore who lifts his pants and doesn't recognize anyone.

If there was a relationship, there was no way he would report Selene.

Besides, the black queen's juicing skills may not be inferior to that of the succubus.

Even with a strong physique like Namor, once he experiences that deep inhalation sensation, his legs will become weak and his face will turn pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor smiled wryly.

When he was in prison, he imagined countless times that he would return to the land world and meet Superman in what form.

tit for tat? Condescending? Or another fiasco?

The only thing I didn't think about was that it was like this!

The mortal enemy of hatred comforted himself with good words, so that he would not have a psychological burden.

No ridicule, no sarcasm, no suppression...

All this made Namor suspicious.

Is it too dark and narrow-minded.

That's why we speculate on Superman.

In fact, the other party is as open and aboveboard as the outside world sees it, and does things magnanimously?

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled lightly. He didn't know the previous king's fatal brain supplement. After drinking the big glass of beer, he said lightly, "We have no personal grudges. The unpleasant things that happened before are just different positions."

"I am glad that you have learned enough from your failures to start thinking independently and understand what can and cannot be done."

"This world is for those who follow the rules. You learn this lesson, and you won't cause any trouble in the future."

Although Namor is notorious in the group of superheroes, he is not looking for trouble and has severe secondary illness, so that the Avengers and SHIELD do not like him.

Especially hooking up with other people's wives and sending green hats makes most men stay away.

But those are all Namors that may appear on the future timeline.

Luke didn't have much prejudice against the young king who had suffered a defeat in front of him.

At most, it is to use the iron fist of justice to influence the opponent and carry out personality correction.

"Okay, this is the end of the chat."

Luke waved his hand, and now Namor is a complete loser and can't pose any threat to himself.

"Tell me where the Black Queen is. I can let S.H.I.E.L.D. negotiate with Atlantis and stop prosecuting your jailbreak."

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Boston, luxury hotel.

She frowned slightly, inexplicably having an ominous premonition.

"Namo, why can't you sense his existence?"

Selene was a little anxious, pacing back and forth.

She believes that she has a soul contract in hand, and Namor should not betray the alliance.

Superman is his mortal enemy, no matter what kind of mentality he has, he can only stand by himself.

"Hmph, when I become a dimension demon, I will tear up that soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

The Black Queen made up her mind that she was not a philanthropist, and would give away fragments of the power of the phoenix for nothing.

Rescue Namor and reach an alliance, just to get a useful tool man.

"Give me enough time, I may not be able to become an existence like Sithone and Dormammu in the future."

The sky was still bright, but that didn't stop Selene from starting to look forward to it.

The ritual of becoming a god was an amazing secret she accidentally got from the Book of Dark Gods a long time ago.

It's just that considering personal ability and its danger, the Black Queen has never implemented it.

The long life made her tired of the boring feeling of locking her soul in a mortal body.

Become a god and become the only goal of the Black Queen.

"Sublimation, transformation, and immortality."

Selene took a deep breath, as if the moment she saw her success, she no longer needed to submit to anyone.

Enough to be on an equal footing with the supreme mage, the god of the underworld, Sithorn, and the lord of the dark dimension, Dormammu.

dong dong!

The knock on the door interrupted the Black Queen's beautiful fantasy.

"where did you go?"

Selene breathed a sigh of relief when he opened the door and found it was Namor.

"I reminded again and again, don't run around casually, you are now a wanted criminal in Atlantis, and the S.H.I.E.L.D. in the land world may also launch a large-scale search."

"Everything is based on caution, and you must not provoke Superman in advance!"

The Black Queen was like a barrage of cannons, spitting out a series of words of reproach.

Namor was silent, he stood in the doorway and did not go in.

"What’s wrong with you?"

Selene realized that something was wrong and took two steps back.

"Black Queen, what happened to you, come with us."

A hand appeared on Namor's shoulder, and then a tall figure appeared.

"Someone reported you for planning a massive, genocidal massacre! It's a crime against humanity, genocide, and more."

"I hope you can actively cooperate with the investigation. We will not wrong a good person nor let a bad person go!"

Selene looked at the tall man who appeared at the door and bit her lip.

"Superman!"

She squeezed the name out of her throat.