The Death Knell

Su Ming didn't have any good solutions for Geralt who was running around everywhere. After all, even though he was active outside different omnipotent universes, the ones he had seen so far were only worlds based on American comics.

Geralt, on the other hand, acted like a cheat and jumped into an unreachable world.

Witchers are such a profession. They can go wherever they want. They are extremely independent and have no concept of home at all. The sorceresses are all busy with their business, so it is normal for Geralt to feel bored.

Su Ming walked towards the second person and stretched out his left hand to shake hands with the other person because the man did not have a right hand.

"Mr. Parham, I'm going to trouble you again this time."

"If it is an act of judging sinners, then it is my duty to do so, because I am the wrath of God and the final guarantee of justice." The Ghost Rider, who was still in human form, shook his head and declined the polite words of the Supreme Mage.

Hearing what the strange middle-aged man said, Magneto seemed to have seen a confidant. He smiled at Ghost Rider, but Parham didn't look at him at all.

Not because of being rude, but because Magneto is simply a living sinner. These sins are all sins of killing. Like a demon in human form, Parham is afraid that he can't help but burn his soul.

Just like the last time he followed Deathstroke, he had a Hades and a Witch in his team, and Parham basically didn't communicate with them.

Just listen to what is fair, the earth's magic world is the territory of the Supreme Mage, no matter what sinners act with the Supreme Mage, just treat it as invisible.

Parham is no longer young and knows a lot about this.

Feeling a little embarrassed to see Magneto, Su Ming then touched Charles' bald head and pulled him towards Magneto: "Go, Charles, get to know your compatriots."

Charles was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what Deathstroke meant. He nodded, walked towards Magneto and stretched out his hand: "Hello, my name is Charles Xavier, and I am a mutant."

"Eric Lensherr, Magneto. You say you are a mutant? Do you always say it openly when you introduce yourself?"

Although Magneto seemed to be shaking hands perfunctorily, he was attracted by the warm smile and actually fell in love with this boy who was much younger than him at first sight.

"Why not?" Charles smiled gently and squeezed Magneto's hand. He could feel a lot of calluses and scars on his palm. This was a weather-beaten man: "We, like ordinary people, need to eat and drink. We also have birth, aging, sickness and death, and this identity should not be an obstacle to our integration into society, and mutant genes are not the reason to separate us from humans."

Magneto withdrew his hand, looked at Charles, who was only as tall as his chest, and shook his head inconspicuously. At first glance, this child has never experienced the beatings of life and does not know how desperate the dark reality is.

But... why does the person listening to him feel so at ease when he says such innocent words with a smile? It's like it's true...

What is Charles? That was a living lie detector. Why was Deathstroke pressing his head and turning him towards Magneto? Obviously all you need to do is speak.

Because that action is a hint, a hint related to the brain.

Charles, who understood deeply, immediately read Eric's mind and saw his thoughts.

However, despite disagreeing with Magneto's views, Charles still approved of his actions. After all, revenge for his family is natural. The only difference is that he is not as lethal as Magneto. He used the power of Deathstroke to avenge his father.

Even he also saw the massacres carried out by Magneto against Nazi troops in various cities not long ago, but Charles himself found reasons to convince himself of this. Since more than 100,000 German troops invaded the United States in the middle of the night, killing the invaders is what humans would do, right?

Charles believes that mutants are also humans. His bottom line is that as long as they are not anti-human, other behaviors can be tolerated. Whether they behave radically or conservatively, what mutants actually crave is the recognition of others.

He understands this.

This makes Charles look a bit like a virgin sometimes, but this is also what Su Ming wants.

If there were two Professor

So Charles looked at Magneto with concern. He saw his real name, saw his painful past, understood this man, and wanted to help him.

Seeing the fateful meeting between Charles and Eric, Su Ming nodded movedly, and then he looked at Mr. Sinister expressionlessly.

Under the malicious gazes of him and the Naughty Master, Jingsuo couldn't help but shudder.

"Long time no see, No. 9527, it seems like you've been having a good time lately, you're dressed like a dog."

Su Ming reached out and touched the collar of Jingxin's suit. This was a high-end handmade suit. It looked like it was made by a London tailor. It was full of gentleman's style and was different from American handmade suits.

"No, I'm just, alive..." Jingwei turned his face sideways and wiped the sweat from his head.

In fact, he was tied with Deathstroke at the beginning, but more than ten years later, he was still standing still, and Deathstroke's momentum was even more terrifying. Even without fighting, he knew he was much stronger.

He even took over the position of Supreme Mage. He was horrified by the torture of the Naughty Master, so he naturally knew how powerful that title was.

Su Ming waved his hand impatiently, signaling him to stop talking nonsense: "Okay, many years ago I asked you to go undercover at the Hellfire Club. As for what benefits you can get, that's up to you. But don't forget Weishan. The emperor's contract, you can only enjoy life if I let you live."

"Yes, I understand." Jingxin responded in a low mood.

"Now, tell me the information you know and let me judge whether you are qualified to continue living." Su Mingcai didn't care whether he was unhappy or not, he only wanted the answer: "Who is the Lord Imperial of the Hellfire Club now? ?”

Sinister didn't ask how Deathstroke knew about the class divisions within Hellfire. Maybe besides himself, there might be Deathstroke's other spies lurking in Hellfire. He answered honestly: "The current person in charge is Gordon. Sir Phillips.”

Su Ming nodded noncommittally, Jingwei did not lie.

The Hellfire Club began its activities in England in the 1760s. It was originally a social club organized by the elite and wealthy grassroots in British society. It was similar to the more popular salon culture at the time. Their main research direction was how to spend money. , how to enjoy yourself.

But gradually, these people became more and more playful, so much so that these arrogant British nobles wanted to control a country, and even the earth.

They began to become crazy quickly, often disregarding the moral standards of the time, and allowed members to use various means to consolidate the organization's influence in Britain.

The purpose of the club is to gain dominance through hidden dark means, not external conquest or war.

They are all civilized businessmen, the most shameless of them.

Therefore, since its establishment, the Hellfire Club has funded the armies of various countries and carried out conspiracy assassinations, including the gunmen who assassinated Duke Ferdinand.

As long as those guys don't die in front of them and soil the floor, then any means will be used as long as it helps move the club forward.

Membership in the Hellfire Club is hereditary, but can also be earned through wealth or influence, giving opportunities to groups of mutants with ulterior motives.

Take Selene for example. She has accumulated a fortune over tens of thousands of years, which is enough for her to sneak into Hellfire and turn an ordinary people's plutocratic group into a terrifying tool for mutants to be the masters of the country.

But at present, it seems that she has not come to the stage, but is planning something secretly. Since the lord of the empire is still alive, there should be at least many ordinary people in the hellfire today, and the threat is much smaller.

With the accumulation of wealth and power, and the passage of time, their eyes gradually shifted from Britain, which was in a state of decline after World War II, to the United States, which was beginning to show signs of rising.

Their original plan was to start a war and gain benefits from it, but they did not expect that the British army was so vulnerable. They did not benefit from World War I and World War II, but instead gave the United States an advantage.

Because they did not expect Britain to be so bad, they were ill-prepared. During World War II, they only had money but no supplies, and American companies like Wilson severely cut the British market out of the pie.

But it doesn't matter, capital can flow, just abandon the UK and change places.

So they were unaware of the internal problems and opened many branches in the United States, located in Boston, Los Angeles, New York, Philadelphia and San Francisco. There are also branches in other parts of the world, such as Hong Kong and Paris.

Each branch is nominally supervised by the Imperial Lord. This title represents the Emperor in the Dark. Although there is no place for him in Buckingham Palace, every move of Hellfire involves all aspects of Britain. They represent the power of capital.

Nowadays, 80% of this supervision is only in name, and it is unknown how obedient those branches are.

In fact, as a famous rich man, the New York branch also sent invitations to Howard and Su Ming, inviting them to join the Hellfire.

But how could Howard's temper allow others to become a member? He immediately invested huge sums of money into his 'Stark Mahjong House', and was stunned to confront the Hellfire Club. For some purposes, Su Ming also invested money in his own "Peace Hotel" and politely declined.

Hellfire has planted its flag in New York, and their information will naturally flow into Deathstroke's ears. In order to observe their movements, he will naturally let them open the branch right under his nose.

The relationship is neither far nor close, which is the most suitable for surveillance. It has the deep penetration ability of a spider web. Su Ming is clear about the situation in the New York branch.

Bastian is currently not in New York, and he has not yet taken charge. As for where he is specifically, let's hear what the spy who has been lurking for many years has to say.