Pamela rested her chin on her hand, her pretty face full of smiles.
"Venom Sister, I'm starting to like them a bit; it should be lively at home from now on."
"Don't worry, the sister duo, not one of them will escape."
Venom Jie licked her lips, her eyes fixed on Jean and Black Phoenix, who were still playing on the beach, like a predator eyeing its prey.
Pamela's face flushed slightly as she looked at Venom Jie, then she turned to Gwen, who had her face buried in her arms, only her red ears showing, as if they were revealing Gwen's inner shyness and panic.
"Gwen, what's wrong?"
Gwen looked up and said shyly, "That idiot, who puts sunscreen on their legs like that?"
Thinking of those hands constantly caressing and kneading her thighs, her face grew even redder and hotter, her eyes showing a hint of annoyance, yet subtly hiding a few traces of joy.
"That just means our dear one really likes your legs. Let me touch them too." Pamela said, reaching out her hand.
"Pamela Sister!"
Gwen cried out coquettishly, quickly pulling her legs back and hugging them tightly with her hands, looking both shy and adorably annoyed.
At this moment, a few little ones ran over from the beach.
"Godfather, we found someone in the sea."
While Qinuo and the others were on vacation, the outside World was already in chaos.
Hellfire Club
A secret organization with a long history, its members are mostly social elites, including many Mutants, who secretly influence the political and economic direction of the World.
White Queen looked at the Brotherhood and X-Men surrounding the entire club.
The two strongest Mutant organizations on the surface joining forces made her feel unprecedented pressure.
White Queen sat casually on the sofa, elegant and composed, as if the encirclement before her could not affect her in the slightest, while the Mutants of the Hellfire Club behind her looked nervous.
"Magneto, long time no see, is there something important for you to come to the club with such a large force?" White Queen's tone carried a hint of laziness.
"The King of Mutants has appeared, and all Mutants in the World must submit." Eric's eyes were cold and firm.
"Oh, then where is he?"
"... The King has more important matters to attend to, you only need to submit."
White Queen only felt immense arrogance; to recruit people, he didn't come in person, but sent his subordinates. Even Black King's subordinates had to be invited one by one personally.
"What if I refuse?"
"We'll knock you out and take you away, you'll agree eventually."
"Magneto, you don't put the Hellfire Club in your eyes at all, Sunspot!"
White Queen suddenly crouched down.
Behind her, a White man burst into flames, his entire body seemingly transforming into Pyro.
"Go to hell!"
Sunspot pushed his hands forward, and a three-meter-thick pillar of Fire roared towards Magneto, scorching and distorting the air in its path.
White Queen watched Magneto with a sneer, thinking, "How will you dodge at such close range?"
Although Sunspot wasn't Omega-level, the temperature of his flames could reach 3000 degrees, enough to melt steel.
Magneto looked at the flames, which felt scorching even before contact, without changing his expression.
The flames made a large turn and disappeared into someone's palm.
"Sunspot, what are you doing?" White Queen roared.
"My flames are out of control."
Sunspot tried his best to stop, but the flames continuously flowed away.
Bang—
Soon, Sunspot collapsed weakly to the ground, gasping for breath.
In one encounter, the Hellfire Club lost a major general.
"Well done, Pyro."
Eric praised him.
His companions around him also showed approval with their eyes.
John proudly rubbed his nose. This time, applying to come out with the Professor was indeed the right choice. His heart was filled with excitement and pride.
White Queen was silent for a while; her only trump card was gone.
"Can we talk again?"
Her tone carried a hint of pleading.
"Knock them all out and take them away."
Eric had run out of patience.
"Oh oh oh…"
The Brotherhood and X-Men had long been unable to restrain themselves and surged forward like a tide.
At Alkali Lake Base, a middle-aged man in Military uniform furiously tore the letter in his hand into pieces.
"Is the President crazy?! He actually wants me to release the Mutants. My X-weapon is about to succeed; he can't not know. There must be a problem."
He roared, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes bloodshot from anger.
He picked up the phone on the table, pressing the buttons forcefully with his fingers, and began to contact his network of connections, attempting to find a way to resolve this predicament.
"Sorry, Colonel, I can't help with this."
"Okay, I will appeal your request."
"I'll give you an answer in a few days."
All he received were excuses. Only when he contacted the last big shot, who he had given many gifts to, did he get an explanation.
"Give up. A few days ago, the Demon King visited the President late at night."
Stryker's face grew increasingly grim as he listened to the voice on the other end of the phone, his knuckles turning White from gripping the phone tightly.
The Colonel anxiously contacted Military officials who also hated Mutants.
"The President has been bewitched by Satan. Recalling Mutants is a preparation to destroy humanity. This country needs to be saved."
A hesitant voice came from the other end of the phone: "This will send us to Military court."
The Colonel was furious and roared, "Then are you going to stand by and watch this country be destroyed and replaced by that bunch of Mutant scum?! Answer me, Lieutenant General Nathan!"
"Absolutely not! This country belongs to humanity, and so does this World. Mutants should rot in the ground!"
A fanatical voice came from the other end, its tone filled with extreme hatred and prejudice.
"Very good, Lieutenant General Nathan, I have received news that the Demon King has left this country and will not return for a short time. You know what to do."
"Understood. This country doesn't need the Demon Group. What are you going to do?"
"Although the President has been bewitched, we will not give up on him. I will save him and make him understand the dangers of Mutants."
The Colonel said coldly.
Flames of revenge burned in his eyes; Mutants must die.
On the street
A well-built blond man, wearing an old-fashioned jacket, powerfully pushed a wheelchair, slowly moving through the bustling street.
He looked like a child taking his elderly mother for a leisurely stroll.
"Steve, where are you taking me?"
An old woman with White hair sat in the wheelchair, her voice trembling and weak, her eyes filled with confusion.
"To a place where you can dance again."
Steve lowered his head, his eyes filled with sadness and love as he looked at her.