Marvel's Superman

"... that's Nathaniel Essex. He's a powerful mutant. He once followed Apocalypse, but now, he's mixed up with the government. "

The White Queen didn't add fuel to the flames and just told him about Essex Biotech's plan as it was.

The latter, along with S.H.I.E.L.D. and Superman, was in the opposing camp themselves.

Otherwise, why would Kang the Conqueror ask Mister Sinister to cooperate with him?

The latter was dedicated to becoming the next mutant god after Apocalypse.

He worked hard to study biological genes in an attempt to change his life by relying on science.

Unfortunately, Mister Sinister had an unbeatable opponent and an insurmountable obstacle, Superman and S.H.I.E.L.D.

The disappearance of the latter, coupled with persuasion from Kang the Conqueror.

Mister Sinister took the risk and tried again and again, repeatedly walking on the edge, almost having his head blown off.

"Okay, I need you and the Hellfire Club to step up to the plate. "

After listening, Luke's eyes flickered slightly, and he lightly smiled, "If you follow the rules of the game, you can kill a large company that's on the rise and has a government background. "

"Howard developed a detailed plan for this. "

The White Queen nodded, not doubting Superman's words in the slightest.

Mister Sinister didn't seem to have much chance to win, either at the gambling table or in private.

This time, he bit off more than he could chew.

The White Queen smiled lightly and then blocked Superman's lips passionately.

In this way, she announced that the work discussion was over.

Next was a private entertainment session.

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Two days later.

Essex building.

This 45-story skyscraper was one of the landmarks in Manhattan.

Originally a top-class apartment, but Mister Sinister bought it outright and used it for office space.

"It's nice to look down on all beings from above. "

Mister Sinister, dressed in a high-end suit, clasped his arms in front of his chest and expressed his sentiments.

Those people boast of being elite and high class, like tall buildings, because they enjoy the experience of having the city under their feet.

"I used to focus on experimental research, cold data, and cold corpses... but I forgot that life filled with power and money is actually quite interesting. "

Mister Sinister, now at the helm of Essex Biologics, had such a dull thought.

With the support of the White House and Kang's future technology, this company had made a name for itself in just six months.

Many media and newspapers believed that Essex would become the second Stark Industries.

Such a statement, in Mister Sinister's own ears, was more like a joke.

"Howard Stark ... is just lucky. "

Mister Sinister looked down on the world-class genius, partly due to a mutant's arrogance and partly due to his personality.

He was once a serious scientist of the same era as Darwin but was later rejected and discarded by mainstream academia for his extreme theories and racially charged speeches.

This past had made Mister Sinister psychotic, cynical, and jealous.

Since then, he hated any scientist who was sought after and approved of by the mass media.

Especially a genius like Howard Stark, who was recognized by the world.

"Maybe Kang is right. I should do it myself to make sure that nothing goes wrong. "

Mister Sinister rubbed his chin. The clone fighters sent a few days ago failed.

Howard Stark was obviously not as simple as he seemed. His hidden cards were unknown, and they helped him handle the clones that could all be called Super Soldiers.

Ring ring, ring ring ---

The urgent ringing of the phone interrupted Mister Sinister's contemplation.

He turned around, approached it, and picked up the receiver.

"Mr. Essex, there are many ... mutants downstairs. They're protesting. "

The female secretary's slightly alarmed voice reached his ears.

"What protest?"

Mister Sinister felt surprised.

Since when did mutants have the audacity to appear in public?

And launching a protest?

"They said that the company captured and imprisoned mutants and conducted illegal, inhumane, and cruel experiments. "

Perhaps the female secretary had never seen such a scene before and spoke in panic, "The security guards tried to drive them away but failed. It attracted a lot of reporters. "

"I see. "

Mister Sinister said lightly and hung up the phone.

"Did the White Queen come up with this trick? I have the support of the President. Did she really think she could shake Essex by gathering a bunch of mutants who were rejected by the public and tell them to chant a few slogans? Naïve. "

Mister Sinister spoke with contempt and didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until half an hour later that he saw the news playing on TV --

"My brother Bob has always been a good kid. He never did anything bad. "

"Just two days ago, people from Essex Biotech broke into my house, and they were ready to forcibly take Bob away -- just because he's a mutant. "

"Those fierce thugs, armed with a government work permit, pinned him to the ground with extreme brutality..."

"Poor Bob, he's just a young teenager. There was no way he could have resisted ..."

"He was crying out for his mother..."

"..."

On TV, there was a dark-skinned man whose voice carried the bloody and tearful accusation.

"Mutants also have the right to live in this country and should be treated equally ..."

"This is a free country. We breathe the air of freedom, so we deserve to be free!"

The black man shouted with his arm up and won the support and applause of the people who surrounded him on the road outside -- although they weren't paying attention to what they were listening to, they all shouted along with them.

"He's a good kid, helping others and also joined the animal resume union. Such a good kid, should have had a better life, but that was destroyed by Essex Biotech!"

The black man added.

"He should have had a better life, but all that was destroyed by Essex Biotech!"

Discriminating against mutants + discriminating against blacks + marginalized groups + animal lovers + religious people ...

A full stack of damage!

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