Marvel’s Superman

The fragments of the Phoenix Force are looking for a suitable host, but Luke, who knows about it, doesn't care.

Even the god of mutants, Apocalypse is not his opponent.

Unless it is Qin-Grey in the form of a dark phoenix who travels through time and space and comes to fight with herself, there is no one to be afraid of.

Besides, Superman has a battle with Apocalypse and needs to recuperate - even if it's just an excuse to fish.

However, he has already saved the world, and it is no big deal to be lazy for a while.

So, Luke left the job of cleaning up the mess to Captain America, and simply lay down in the luxury suite of the Hell Hotel and slept.

Unfortunately, this peaceful sleep didn't last long, and a sudden knock on the door woke him up.

"Superman gets up too."

Luke shook his head, looking through the wall to see who was coming, and said helplessly.

He slowly got out of bed and slowly opened the door, like a slow-moving old man.

The sound of knocking on the door became more and more urgent, as if it were constantly urging.

The more so, the slower Luke's speed.

It took him ten minutes to walk from the bedroom to the entrance of the porch, and he almost killed the person outside the door.

"You... haven't slept all night?"

Luke was wearing a nightgown and saw Howard standing against the wall, his legs were weak, and his eyes were hanging with two heavy dark circles.

The latter's clothes were messy and his hair was messy, as if he had been robbed.

And there is only a pair of shorts left on the lower body, and there are several obvious scratches on the bare chest and arms.

As far as this image is concerned, it is more in line with the color critics who have just participated in the carnival party and carried out many people's sports.

"First, let me in first."

Howard was speechless, stammering, with a hint of fear on his face.

It was as if some terrifying beast was chasing him behind him.

Luke showed a veiled smile, and then made room to help Howard, who was struggling to walk, into the room.

After only one night of seeing him, the other party seemed to have lost several kilograms, and the whole person showed a weak feeling.

"Are you kidnapped by some Middle Eastern gangster and thrown into a cave to starve for a week?"

Luke asked knowingly, and by the way, he handed a glass of milk to Howard to supplement nutrition.

It is no exaggeration, now he is a bit like a skinny ascetic.

Compared to the original self, it is simply two people.

"It's horrible! It's hell!"

Howard finished drinking the milk with a look of fear on his face, as if he had remembered some kind of terrifying picture.

He huddled in the corner of the sofa, like a helpless girl who was repeatedly abused, with tears in his eyes.

"What the hell happened to you? Do you need me to call the police? Howard Stark was brutally assaulted and severely traumatized?"

Luke let out a schadenfreude laugh.

Often walking by the river, how can there not be wet shoes.

On the last trip to Paris, the psychological shadow that the female vampire left on Howard was not deep enough.

I don't know if Miss Succubus this time has made him understand that there is a knife on the head of the word color.

"It's like this..."

Howard confided while sobbing.

He never imagined that an affair would turn into a disaster.

Set the hour hand back to eight hours ago.

Howard, wearing a sassy bag and spraying cologne, came to the reserved room.

He had already finished the arrangement, the rose petals sprinkled on the bed, and the faint yellow light, supplemented by a few candlesticks, created an ambiguous atmosphere.

Red wine, a great meal, plus the enchanting incense that fills the room.

The corners of Howard's mouth twitched, the mood was almost done, and the next thing was... hehehe.

dong dong!

Hearing the knock on the door, Howard couldn't wait to open the door, and handed a rose with his right hand behind his back.

"You're such a likable person, Howard."

The enchanting succubus sister took the rose, lowered her head and sniffed it, then put it behind her head and hugged Howard, who was touching the beard.

"So direct? Let's get to the point without foreplay?"

Seeing Miss Succubus lift her leg and close the door, Howard's heart skipped a beat. He had never seen this scene before.

Generally speaking, shouldn't we first have two glasses of wine, chat a few words, and gradually lead the topic to this aspect, and then meet each other frankly?

"That... wine?"

Howard put his arms around the overactive Miss Succubus and looked at the two goblets placed on the edge of the candlestick.

"I don't like drinking that."

Miss Succubus licked her tongue and refused.

"How about steak?"

Howard retreated to the bedside, looking at the battle, he was more like the passive side.

"You're so cute, sweetheart, I just want to eat you right now!"

Twenty minutes later, Howard leaned on the head of the bed with a contented face and lit a cigarette.

A new experience, a new technology, a new feeling...

In a word, comfortable.

"Howard, are you okay?"

The charming voice of Miss Succubus reached his ears.

How could a real man say no!

Thirty minutes later, Howard was satisfied again and lit a cigarette.

"Come again?"

Miss Succubus continued to order, like a diners who had just eaten.

"and many more!"

Howard shouted weakly and took the initiative to apply for a truce.

Then he crawled out of bed as if escaping, and rushed into the toilet.

"You know what? For eight hours, I didn't sleep, I didn't rest, I didn't even finish a few cigarettes!"

Howard said sadly.

Hell's succubus, don't they pay attention to a sustainable development?

To the back, he knelt on the bed.

Looking at what should be full of temptation ahead, but it feels like a hell that can never be filled, it is despairing!

"It can be seen that you have emptied your inventory."

Luke cast a sympathetic look, how could the succubus fall asleep so easily.

It can only be said that Howard is still too knowledgeable, lustful, and does not know the dangers of hell.

"I reminded you that boys should protect themselves when they go out."

Luke tried to hold back his laugh to appear sincere.

"I want to go back to New York, take a good rest for a while, and concentrate on scientific research."

Howard's eyes were firm, as if he had an epiphany.

"Don't sleep succubus? I also specifically mentioned to Mephisto, let him get more other races, and increase the characteristics of the hell hotel."

Luke said deliberately.

"Such as centaurs, female demons, female elves..."

Howard shook his head vigorously, numb after eight hours of hard fighting.

The women are all red and pink skeletons, and they can't shake themselves in the slightest.

"It seems that you really found yourself this time, and you have come to a realization."

Luke smiled comfortably, and then said, "How about the female angel?"

The expressionless Howard heard the words, although his body had been hollowed out, he still couldn't resist his inner impulse, and subconsciously showed a "hehehe" expression.

"You have enough energy and you still miss the angel?"

Luke was speechless for a while, and sure enough, the old men were indifferent. It wasn't that they changed their ways, but they didn't get hit.

...

...

"Caliban, Eric, he has a high fever."

In a motel near the California Highway, a mutant ran up and said.

"The guy who will only hold back!"

Caliban took a sip of beer and looked disgusted.

If it weren't for Eric's rare talent, he would have left him long ago.

Magnetic control, if it is placed in the chaotic Middle East region of warlords, it is equivalent to a big killer!

"Where can I find a doctor in this ghost place!"

Caliban spat, unable to think of a solution for a moment.

This team of mutants is too conspicuous, strangely dressed, with different skin tones and different accents, it is easy to attract the attention of local residents and the police.

So, he found a motel temporarily, and then took control of the boss and used it as a temporary shelter.

Caliban had learned of the "bombing" in Nevada over the radio a few hours earlier.

It can probably be judged that Apocalypse is really cold.

Next, his mission became, how to take these mutants out of the United States.

It is not easy to escape the sight of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the police's investigation.

"anyone there?"

Outside the motel, a Ford sedan stopped.

The couple with the child got out of the car, pushed open the door and said, "Is there anyone... I'm sorry to bother you."

Seeing a group of strange people in different clothes and skin tones in the hotel, the couple quickly withdrew.

"Are you doctors?"

Caliban glanced at the nameplate on the man's salute and asked with a frown.

"Well, I work at Monterey City Hospital in Los Angeles."

The man nodded.

"Then come in and do it."

Caliban beckoned, and the strong man guarding the door lifted the parked Ford sedan with one hand.

Then, a few more people gathered around, blocking the couple's way.