Marvel's Superman-Chapter 391 - 388 | Youre Done, Please Come With Us.

Twenty minutes later, Luke, who flew to Boston, walked into a seafood restaurant.

He saw Namor again after such a long time.

The other party was sitting in the corner by the window, with distant eyes, staring at the port outside the window as if indulging in memories.

Before resurfacing, the former King of Atlantis took care of his poor appearance a little.

He washed off the rotten stench and put on new clothes.

The hair that was as dry as a weed, and the greasy beard, which was tangled in a mass, was also shaved clean.

In a word, he no longer looked like a sloppy beggar.

But between the eyebrows, it still retained a declining aura.

"Namor McKenzie."

Luke sat across the table and snapped his fingers, signaling for the waiter to bring a glass of beer.

Besides delicious dishes, this seafood restaurant was also a paradise for beer lovers.

There were over 60 types of brews in the restaurant, which attracted nearby sailors and crew members.

"Superman."

Namor said his name with a hint of bitterness.

He remembered that when they first met, the guy was just a General of the surface country.

And he was the master of the Seven Seas and the King of Atlantis.

The identities of both sides were different, and they weren't equal.

Now, he was a fugitive from Atlantis.

Superman had become the third pole of the world, alone against the powerful existence of the superpowers.

'Sigh… The encounters of life and the misfortunes of life.'

Namor had mixed emotions and felt a lot of pain.

"I'm glad you made the decision to do so."

Luke picked up the beer and gulped it down.

This seafood restaurant had long been covered by S.H.I.E.L.D's agents; the waiters at the front desk and the greeters at the door were all his own people.

The real boss and staff were shivering in the kitchen.

They thought it was a gang negotiation. They were silently praying that there would be no firefight and too many tables and chairs damaged.

"Are you trying to say that you're happy to see me turn into a snitching coward, a coward who betrayed his allies?"

Namor laughed to himself and tilted his head back to drink his beer.

His ability to read the room and understand had always been good.

"First of all, snitching isn't shameful. It depends on the situation."

Luke shook his head. His finger stretched out and knocked on the table.

"According to the information you provided, Selene, the Black Queen, is planning a large-scale massacre against the citizens of London."

"Then, there's no doubt that she's a deranged madman, a butcher who has lost her humanity."

"And you, Namor McKenzie, chose to report it."

"You saved eight million innocent lives. You're a praiseworthy hero!"

Namor was slightly stunned as if he didn't expect his own actions would get Superman's approval.

As a former enemy, he was ready to be ridiculed.

"As for allies? I don't think you and Selene have reached a deep and profound revolutionary friendship, have you?"

Luke grinned and looked at Namor.

Although the Sea King in the comics was worthy of the name, he often hooked up with women.

Moreover, he specialized in prying into the relationships of superheroes and liked to mention the glorious nickname of 'Wife Snatcher'.

However, intuition told him that Namor and the Black Queen weren't rolling in the sheets.

The former King of Atlantis didn't look like a player who wouldn't care about the woman after rolling in the hay.

If there were a real relationship, he wouldn't report Selene.

Besides, the juicing ability of the Black Queen wasn't inferior to that of a succubus.

Even with a strong physique like Namor, once he experienced the feeling, his legs would still become weak, and his face would look pale.

"Are you comforting me?"

Namor said wryly.

When he was in prison, he thought many times about facing Superman when he returned to the surface.

Tit for tat? A standoff? Or another defeat?

He never thought it would turn out like this!

The hated enemy was kindly comforting him, telling him that he shouldn't be burdened with guilt.

No ridicule, no irony, no suppression …

All this made Namor suspicious.

'Am I too dark and narrow-minded?'

'Making me suspicious of Superman.'

'But the truth is Superman was as open and honest as the outside world saw him?'

"Don't get me wrong, Namor."

Luke chuckled. He didn't know what the former King was thinking. After drinking the big glass of beer, he faintly said, "We don't have any personal grudges. All the unpleasantness that happened before was just because of our different positions." ƒ𝚛𝐞𝚎𝑤𝘦𝚋𝓷o𝚟e𝘭.c𝐨𝙢

"I'm glad that you've learned enough from your mistakes and started thinking independently about what you can and cannot do."

"I will leave the world to those who follow the rules, and if you have learned this lesson, you won't get into any more trouble in the future."

Even though Namor was notorious in the superhero community, he was bored with nothing to do and suffered from severe chuunibyou syndrome, which made the Avengers, and S.H.I.E.L.D hate him for it.

Especially when it came to hooking up with people's wives and spreading cuckolds, it made the vast majority of people keep away from him.

But that's all for the Namor that may appear in a future timeline.

Luke didn't have too much prejudice against the young King, who had suffered a defeat before him.

The most he could do was use his iron fist of righteousness to convince the other party and correct his personality.

"Okay, that's enough chit-chat."

Luke waved his hand. Namor was now a complete loser and posed no threat to him.

"Tell me, where is the Black Queen? I can ask S.H.I.E.L.D. to negotiate with Atlantis and stop pursuing your escape from prison."

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In Boston, a luxury hotel.

The Black Queen clasped her arms around her chest and squeezed out a deep ravine.

She slightly frowned, inexplicably having an ominous feeling.

"Why can't I sense Namor's presence anymore?"

Selene was anxious. She paced back and forth.

She was confident that with the soul contract in her hand, Namor wouldn't betray their alliance.

Superman was his sworn enemy, and no matter what kind of mentality he had, he could only side with her.

"Humph. When I become a dimensional demon god, I will tear up the soul contract and get a powerful soul for nothing."

The Black Queen made up her mind. She wasn't a philanthropist that would give away the Phoenix Force fragment for nothing.

Rescuing Namor and reaching an alliance was just something she did to get a useful tool.

"If I have enough time, I might be able to be like Chthon, Dormammu in the future."

It was still daylight, but that didn't stop Selene from dreaming.

The ritual of becoming a god was an amazing secret that she happened to get from the 'Darkhold' a long time ago.

The Black Queen hadn't implemented it yet because of her personal ability and the danger it posed.

She was long tired of having her soul locked up in a mortal body.

Becoming a god had become the only goal of the Black Queen.

"Ascension, transformation, and thus eternal life."

Selene took a deep breath as if she saw the moment of her success. She would no longer need to give in to anyone.

Enough to be on par with the Sorcerer Supreme, the God of Chaos, Chthon, and the Lord of Darkness, Dormammu.

Knock, knock!

A knock at the door interrupted the Black Queen's wonderful fantasy.

"Where have you been?"

Selene was relieved when she opened the door and saw that it was Namor.

"I have repeatedly warned you not to run around. You're now a wanted criminal in Atlantis, and S.H.I.E.L.D. may also launch an extensive search."

"We must be careful, never provoke Superman in advance!"

The Black Queen spat out a series of accusatory words.

Namor was silent. He stood at the door and didn't go in.

"What's the matter with you?"

Selene realized something was wrong and stepped back a couple of steps.

"Black Queen, you're done. Come with us."

A hand appeared on Namor's shoulder, then the upright figure appeared.

"Someone reported that you planned a large-scale massacre! This is a crime against humanity, a genocide, and many other charges."

"I hope you can actively cooperate with the investigation. We won't frame a good person, nor will we let a bad person go!"

Selene looked at the tall man who appeared in the doorway and bit her lip.

"Superman!"

She squeezed the name out of her throat.

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