"Are you going to run to the White House and punch the president to death?"

Howard frowned slightly, as if he was worried that Luke might act impulsively and do something drastic.

If Superman loses his mind and becomes an unscrupulous existence, it will be a disaster for the entire world.

"Although we all know that he is a fake, according to procedures, we should find conclusive evidence and then implement law enforcement measures."

"This way you will not be charged with 'assassinating the president', nor will Superman become a terrorist."

Howard calmly analyzed that various forces such as Essex Biological Company, Kang the Conqueror, and Hydra are no longer a problem.

Because Luke has come back.

With Superman sitting in S.H.I.E.L.D., they can't afford to make any waves, and the most they can do is make small moves behind the scenes.

The next thing to do should be to straighten things out and gradually solve the problem.

"Do I look impulsive?"

Luke raised his eyebrows, with a relaxed smile in his tone.

He could understand Howard's worries. The simplest and crudest methods were often used at the end.

Gambling, struggle, competition, fighting... this is the normal situation in gambling games of different sizes.

No one would think about overturning the table as soon as they sat down, without even taking the time to think.

That will only lead to fewer and fewer people participating in the game.

In the end, I was left alone, rolling dice alone and boredly.

"I'm just proposing an idea, don't be too nervous."

Luke waved his hand to comfort Howard and Captain America.

"Then what are you going to do?"

Howard breathed a sigh of relief. If Superman insisted on doing that, he couldn't stop him.

"I understand that sometimes lies are more convincing than the truth."

Luke paused, looked at Howard, and said softly: "The main problem is not the president. He is sitting in that seat, and everyone is paying attention to his every move, so he won't cause any big trouble."

Of course, if the president is a master operator who is proficient in the accordion and often says "No one knows it better than me", then it would be a different story.

What if we tell the truth directly and tell the public that a person from the future has impersonated the president and exiled himself to another parallel universe?

This sounds more like a science fiction movie, which is too advanced and not very credible.

It is not easy for people in this era to accept complex concepts such as parallel universes, future time and space, and human cloning.

"You have to eat the cake one bite at a time. I plan to solve the Essex Biological Company first."

Luke tapped the table with his fingers and asked Jarvis, who was wearing pajamas, for a glass of whiskey.

"This idea is correct."

Howard nodded, he thought so too.

Essex Biological Company, mastering advanced and cutting-edge cloning technology, can create a powerful army of super soldiers at any time.

If they dare to openly assassinate themselves today, they may attack others tomorrow.

This is a time bomb that needs to be defused.

"If you want to take down Essex, go to someone you know who can provide useful information and serve as the right tool."

Howard's eyes flashed.

Put aside the halo of being a scientific advisor to SHIELD and a world-class genius.

He is also a successful businessman and qualified capitalist.

How to use effective means to destroy a rising company as soon as possible.

He has quite a lot of experience in this regard.

After all, the more you see, the more you understand.

"You mean Emma?"

Luke quickly understood what Howard meant, and the only person who could help might be Emma Frost, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.

Speaking of this, after returning to Universe 1024, he hadn't had time to meet those... women.

Reminiscing about old times, hugging, reliving the intimacy of the past... these things can be done later, there is no rush.

He was only gone for eight months, not eight years.

Unlike Captain America who wakes up from his deep sleep, everything has changed and the severity of the change has been huge.

At this moment, the world situation has fast forwarded to the Cold War stage of the Cuban Missile Crisis.

"bingo!"

Howard snapped his fingers and scratched the spaghetti on the plate with his fork.

This was just made by Jarvis. It tastes average, but it can fill your stomach.

The three of them were sitting in the restaurant chatting, causing a fuss among the butlers who had already gone to bed, and by the way, they also asked the other party to have a late night snack.

"You may not know that the White Queen is now the leader of the Hellfire Club and one of the representatives of moderate mutants."

Howard was rolling noodles and said: "Essex Biological Company, they are very interested in mutants. Three months after you left, they took over the company with the president's order and pressure from the Pentagon.

The mutant work that was originally the responsibility of S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Originally, S.H.I.E.L.D. adopts a mild and tolerant policy towards mutants. It recruits, monitors and records lists, which greatly eases the relationship between the two parties."

"But Essex was not so patient. They continued the military's rough and tough way of doing things, which caused a lot of trouble and fueled public opinion."

After hearing this, Luke's expression remained unchanged, but his eyes became a little colder.

"According to what I know about Emma, ​​she should take action."

To the White Queen, Essex Biotech is just a small player on the surface.

Behind it stands Mr. Omen, an Alpha-level mutant with multiple abilities.

"They had some...conflicts."

Howard nodded.

The White Queen is not the type to swallow her anger.

Her Hellfire Club fought against Essex Biological Company several times, but in the end they failed to gain the upper hand.

"Originally, during the Paris Peace Summit, the mutant registration bill and related policies were ready to be introduced."

Howard felt a little regretful. He knew Luke's layout and how much effort SHIELD had put into it.

"However, Essex Biotech stepped in and turned the originally relaxed racial relations into sharp conflicts."

Luke was silent for a moment and said softly: "It doesn't matter. A positive hero always needs a villain to set him off."

"Essex, it fills the role perfectly."

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Hellfire Club.

In the hall.

The White Queen sat on the chair at the top, and a soft and exquisite red carpet was spread from her feet to the door.

"Emma, ​​what are you going to do?"

The silver fox Keira standing nearby glanced at her cold-faced sister.

During this time, Essex Biological Company stepped up its work to capture mutants.

Those clone warriors are moving more frequently, and more and more of their compatriots are becoming prisoners.

As the representative camp of mutants, the Hellfire Club has conducted many rescue operations, but with little success.

"have no idea."

The White Queen shook her head.

On the one hand, Essex Biotech has the government acting as a protective umbrella, and all its actions are reasonable and legal.

The arrest of mutants is also for reasons such as assisting in investigations and cooperating with inspections.

On the other hand, she is no match for Mr. Omen.

That guy is an Alpha-level mutant and also has a natural ability similar to telepathy.

In a head-on battle, the White Queen will only end up in a disastrous defeat.

"I want to take everyone back to Boston, consolidate the forces at hand, unite more compatriots, and resist the oppression of Essex Biotech."

In the hall, there were only the White Queen and her sister Silver Fox, so there was no need to cover up what they said.
To be continued...