Marvel's Superman

After collecting the souls of Namor and the Black Queen into the Underworld, Luke flew straight to Westchester's school for mutants.

A former adversary who was no longer a threat, a mutant witch whose head was full of thoughts of becoming a god.

To be honest, Superman didn't take them to heart.

As for the final disposal ...

Mark their soul and throw them to S.H.I.E.L.D.

An occasional guest appearance as a punching bag and a casual worker would be considered 'waste utilization'.

If he could solve the problem smoothly, there was no need to solve the person who created the problem.

In the classic words of a classic director, even a piece of toilet paper has its uses.

Rational allocation of human resources, squeezing ... Oh no, it should be sending blessings to every employee, was a mandatory task for senior leaders.

For example, the Atlanteans were always reluctant to make concessions on technology sharing.

Such as the underwater fleet, water membrane technology, energy extraction, and so on.

These were cutting-edge technologies that were urgently needed by human beings and lacked research on it, which could make the world take a big step forward and change future prospects.

S.H.I.E.L.D negotiated several times, but the aristocrats were even more difficult to deal with than Namor.

It was always the perfunctory official rhetoric. They were quite tactful in handling things, too smooth to be faulted.

Forcibly seizing and interfering in the internal affairs of Atlantis was detrimental to Superman's positive image.

And to throw a bag of washing powder into the Atlantic Ocean for the sake of technology and start a war on the suspicion that Atlantis was hiding dangerous weapons of mass destruction -- that's too much of a farce.

Now that he had Namor, Luke could send a letter back to Atlantis.

Instead, support the domestic forces, support the restoration of his Kingship, and replace the aristocratic-controlled Senate system.

Whether successful or not, he believed that the elites of Atlantis would understand the consequences of going against S.H.I.E.L.D. and would back off and compromise.

Selene, the Black Queen, not to mention her talent and ability as a mutant.

Her knowledge of black magic alone was far superior to that of most masters.

The Magic Congress needed talents like her.

Luke's standard had always been to strengthen his own side and weaken the opposition.

Fighting and killing could solve most problems, but not all.

'I'm truly a kind and good man. '

Luke, who was flying in the sky, thought so.

As for the Phoenix Force absorbed by these two people, he didn't take it back either.

Because of the complexity of the process, the fragment had already been incorporated into their body, forming a solid connection with the host's life.

If he wanted to take them, he would either have to blow their heads off with a hammer or waste a lot of energy and time.

Luke didn't bother and just sent them on a mission to collect the other Phoenix Force shards.

Not to mention the two Phoenixes together, even if all five of them were combined, they wouldn't be a match for Superman.

Luke didn't have to bother to extract their Phoenix Force for his own use.

Then again, the largest fragment of the main body was still in his hands, ready to be given to the White Queen an unexpected extra surprise.

"In the teams of the studio next door, there was a special Suicide Squad who gathered villains and criminals."

Like a human supersonic aircraft, Luke drew out a cone-like cloud of sonic booms.

"I'll make a copycat version. It should be fine."

Compared to Amanda Waller, who needed to control them with a miniature bomb implanted in their body, he could even omit this step.

He just had to mark their souls directly. If they failed in their mission and died, they would return to the underworld.

They would work for Superman before their death, and continue to be a tool after his death, and continue to shine.

They were a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. in life and a member of S.H.I.E.L.D. in death. They dedicated their life, and their next life, to Superman.

Luke couldn't help laughing when he thought of Namor and the Black Queen, who would live this life of dedication to death.

In this way, the power of death was simply a wonderful weapon for the capitalist.

Boom!

With all his strength, Luke soon crossed the city and reached his destination.

Like a cannonball, the man landed on the school playground, sending up a huge cloud of leaves and dust.

Perhaps due to the harsh effects of the mental attack, the formerly busy school was somewhat deserted.

In order to prevent Charles from waking up and losing control of his talent and ability, the White Queen, the Principal, temporarily transferred the students to a nearby town.

"Emma, you don't look good."

Luke first went to the Principal's office to ask for details.

The White Queen, who was sitting behind her desk, looked like she hadn't recovered from a serious illness. There was a heavy weariness in her eyes.

"My previous attempts to enter Charles's consciousness and calm his restless, agitated negative emotions were overwhelmed by the child's immense potential and the unknown power. I was struck back."

Emma's voice sounded weak.

With her arm resting on the table and her forehead propped up, it seemed like she could pass out at any moment.

She looked very depressed and appeared to be badly injured.

"As I have said many times, don't just enter the consciousness of a psychic. You could get hurt, or you could be assimilated and devoured."

Luke said with a serious look on his face.

He walked up to White Queen and quietly took out the main shard of the Phoenix Force.

"I'm just worried about Charles. He's my student. I have to take responsibility."

After this period of adjustment and learning, Emma had gradually settled into her role and was fully committed to her career in education.

Even if she could shield herself from the mental attack in her diamond form, she still chose to enter Charles's consciousness to heal him.

This was a qualified Principal and a qualified teacher.

"I understand your mood, but you should consider the consequences before you do anything."

Luke said a few words which were less about blame and more about the concern.

The White Queen obediently nodded, indicating that she would be careful next time and wouldn't do it again.

She may seem like an iceberg, but when it came to Superman, she was always passionate.

"By the way, Emma, before visiting Charles, I have a present for you."

Luke opened his palm, and a gorgeous flame crystal appeared in front of the White Queen's eyes.

"This is?"

Emma's eyes became misty as if she was completely captivated by the Phoenix Force.

The twisting, floating, illusory flames were mesmerizing.

The energy emanating from it fluctuated as if it was an intimate call.

"The culprit that made Charles lose control and the perfect gift for a mutant."

Luke released his control, and the Phoenix Force shard flew towards the White Queen on its own accord.

Compared with Superman, this ancient force preferred mutants.

Moments later, the flame crystal was attached to Emma's forehead and disappeared as if it melted.

As if the floodgates were opened, power poured into the White Queen.

Subconsciously, she took the diamond form, her skin glowing brightly.

"Charles is too young. That's why his natural abilities are out of control."

Luke stroked the White Queen's cheek. The diamond beauty felt cold to the touch.

"You're different. This power can make you the most powerful psychic in the world. You can control it."

Superman's voice seemed hypnotic. White Queen felt sleepy, and her consciousness gradually relaxed.

It was as if she had been immersed in warm water. Her spirit was nourished, sometimes gathering and sometimes dispersing.

"It's time to go and see Charles."

Luke carried the White Queen into the office lounge and then went to the medical room on the ground floor.

Charles was lying in a transparent chamber, in a comatose state, with uncontrolled psychic fluctuations that slightly vibrated around him.

"One, two ... gather all the Phoenix hosts and summon the Phoenix Force?"

Luke counted the hosts he had found, shook his head, and laughed.

He used magic to communicate with the Phoenix Force in Charles.

In the mind's eye, the diminutive flaming Phoenix saw the intruder and immediately spread its wings and attacked.

The mental impact was like a rainstorm that swept through Luke's soul.

"Behave yourself!"

Luke, with the help of the pure white light of Vishanti, conjured a huge palm and slapped the flaming Phoenix.

Snap!

The force formed by that fragment was like a plucked chicken being pinned to the ground, squawking and too afraid to move.