A Journey of American Comics Starting from the Zombie Universe

Chapter 87 The White Queen and the Black Bat King

Several people looked at each other, Bai Ye took the lead and walked in.

"Good evening, gentlemen, the hall is far away." The blond woman sitting on the sofa crossed her legs, pulled out one of her hands in white gloves and shook it to Bai Ye.

Although she said apologetic words on her mouth, her lazy posture didn't seem to have changed in the slightest.

Bai Ye didn't care about it, and after looking at the still calm old man in black, he smiled at the woman: "Where, it's really our fault that the host welcomes guests when we come to the door late at night."

The blond woman wearing a mask nodded slightly, as if accepting Bai Ye's words, and then pointed to the old man in black and said, "Black Bat King is rude and rude, please forgive me, he cares about words like gold."

The old man in black slowly raised a finger and put it on his lips. His movements were gentle and calm, and the light touch of his fingers left a slight trace on his old lips.

"Black Bolt?" Clint blinked, a little surprised at this person's identity. In the past few decades, the Inhumans seemed to have died without any news.

I didn't expect to see a noble Inhuman royal family member in the mutant forbidden area today, but why is the Black Bolt King under the command of others today despite being a royal family?

Hearing Clint's doubts, the aged Black Bolt smiled at him.

"My name is Emma Frost. Welcome to the mutant forbidden land." Emma lifted her long blond hair, raised her hand and rubbed her fingers. Immediately, several waiters in green cloaks moved to the sofa. For guests to sit.

However, none of the people present sat down, but stood firmly in place.

"Don't you want to sit, Hawkeye? If you don't want to sit, then tell me what you are doing with a group of people coming to my place at night."

Seeing that no one was sitting down, the White Queen sighed helplessly, then looked at Clint who was still staring at Black Bolt and said, I really don't know what's so interesting about these two grown men.

"And where did you get so many Magneto helmets? This hall will not harm you, so there is no need to be so defensive."

After speaking, she gently covered her chest in a sad state.

"Yo, that sounds really aggrieved." Clint, who thought the helmet was a bit on the head, straightened it immediately when he heard this, and said in a cold voice with the corner of his mouth down: "If you didn't betray us back then , I might really shed two tears for you!"

Hearing these unkind words, Emma did not directly refute, but changed to a more comfortable sitting position and said, "This is the survival of the fittest, Mr. Button, if it weren't for my husband, I wouldn't be able to save so many mutants." people."

"Really? Saved a lot of mutants? Then you might as well call them all out, can the total number of living mutants in this world fill up half the hall?"

"See what you have saved?"

Clint sneered, dismissing Emma's remarks.

In the past few decades, there has never been any news about the emergence of new mutants. Combined with the fact that the number of mutants was still increasing before the heroes fell, it seems that any fool knows who harmed the mutants.

"You have a poisonous mouth, Hawkeye." Emma stood up abruptly, her blond hair was scattered behind her, looking a little messy, while her hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

Clint's words just hit the thorn in her heart. For decades, no mutant has been born. People often ridicule that mutants are just genetic abnormalities, which are short-lived.

Mutants who once flourished and flourished will soon be part of the history books years later when the last mutant dies of old age.

This is almost unacceptable to her who has been proud of being a mutant all her life.

"There are things to talk about, what on earth are you bringing people here for? If you don't tell me, get the hell out!" She gritted her teeth and shouted at Clint who was still showing off his helmet.

Black Bolt King still looks like an old god.

Seeing that the White Queen got angry after being poked, Clint curled his lips without caring and pointed at Bai Ye: "He is the boss. Why should I look for you when I have nothing to do?"

Hearing Clint's words, Emma slowly turned her head, and the light fell on Bai Ye. She did not carefully observe the Asian man who also wore a purple helmet at first.

Taking a deep breath and sitting back on the sofa, when she couldn't use telepathy, she could only look at Bai Ye carefully, trying to find some clues from his expression and posture.

Seeing that the two stopped bickering, Bai Ye took a step forward and sat on the guest seat. The purple helmet blocked most of his face, so that Emma could only see his mouth clearly.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Queen White." His voice was light and calm, revealing a trace of knowingly asking, "I don't know why you want to hide your true face from us?"

"Everyone has their own privacy and secrets. Whether I wear a mask or not has nothing to do with you, and"

There was a slight fluctuation in Emma's voice, but she quickly recovered her composure: "I don't remember that I know you, what do you want to do?"

Her mutant ability does not include eternal youth or immortality. Since many years ago, the biggest function of her telepathy has become to make others think that she is still young.

Today, Bai Ye and his group came wearing the Magneto helmet that could shield telepathy, forcing her to put on a mask, covering all the parts of her body that could reveal her aging.

Bai Ye's words made her very unhappy, but she couldn't get angry because of it, so she had no choice but to change the subject.

"You really don't know me, but I know you." Bai Ye said, and on the sofa, she also imitated the way the White Queen did before, crossing her legs.

The texture of this sofa is very good, no wonder she has to sit on it all the time, and even enjoy it.

"And I think you recognize him, come on, Pietro," he said, then waved his hand up.

Under his instruction, Pietro walked over behind Frank and Stick, strands of silver hair protruding from the gap between the helmet and the neck.

The mismatched helmet that others wear on his head fits him perfectly.

Emma frowned at first, not quite understanding what Bai Ye was going to do, but when she saw Pietro's face clearly, the light blue eyes under her mask suddenly widened, and she asked in a trembling voice, "Quicksilver?"

"Didn't you die 40 years ago?"

The attendant who was in charge of monitoring before reported only recognized Eagle Eye, and only said one thing about the rest: the entourage.

And Pietro shrugged, tired of hearing it so many times, but still responded: "Well, it's not completely dead."

The Black Bat King who had been silent beside him also opened his mouth slightly, looking at Pietro in surprise.

Although many years have passed, they have dealt with the Avengers on weekdays, and there is absolutely no possibility of admitting their mistakes.

(End of this chapter)