Chapter 87 The White Queen and Black Bolt

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

"Good evening, gentlemen, we are here to greet you." The blond woman sitting on the sofa crossed her legs, took out one of her hands wearing white gloves and shook it towards Bai Ye.

Although she said apologetic words, her lazy posture did not change at all.

Bai Ye didn't care about this. He glanced at the old man in black who still had a calm expression and smiled at the woman: "Why, it's really our fault to come to the door late at night and let the host greet guests."

The blond woman wearing a mask nodded slightly, as if accepting Bai Ye's words, and pointed to the old man in black aside and said: "Black Bat King is rude and rude, please forgive me, he cherishes his 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 the finger left a slight mark on his old lips.

"Black Bolt?" Clint blinked, a little surprised by this person's identity. In the past few decades, there seemed to be no news about the Inhumans.

I didn't expect to see a noble member of the Inhumans royal family in the mutant forbidden area today. For some reason, even though he is a member of the royal family, Black Bolt is obeying someone else's orders today?

The old Black Bolt heard Clint's doubts and 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.

"Aren't you going to sit down, Hawkeye? If you don't want to sit down, then tell me what you are doing with a bunch of people in my territory 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 palace will not harm you, so there is no need to be so defensive."

After saying that, she gently covered her chest and made a sad gesture.

"Hey, that sounds really aggrieved." Clint, who originally felt that the helmet was a little too resting on his head on the road, straightened it up immediately when he heard this. He pulled the corner of his mouth downwards and said in a cold voice: "If you hadn't betrayed us back then. , I might actually shed a few tears for you!"

Hearing these unkind words, Emma did not refute directly, but changed to a more comfortable sitting position and said: "This is the survival of the fittest, life and death. Mr. Barton, if my husband hadn't been here, we wouldn't have been able to save so many mutants. people."

"Really? You saved a lot of mutants? Then you might as well call them all out. Can the total number of mutants alive in the world fill half the hall?"

"Look what you have saved?"

Clint sneered, dismissive of 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 such a venomous mouth, Hawkeye." Emma stood up suddenly, her blond hair falling behind her as she moved, looking a little messy, and her hands were clenched into fists, trembling slightly.

Clint's words just touched the thorn in her heart. No mutant had been born in decades, and people often ridiculed that mutants were just genetic abnormalities and short-lived.

The once prosperous and glorious mutants will soon become part of the history books as the last mutant dies of old age in a few years.

This was almost unacceptable to her who had been proud of her mutant identity all her life.

"If you have something to say, why did you bring this person here? If you don't tell me, get out of here!" She gritted her teeth and yelled at Clint, who was still showing off his helmet.

Black Bolt still looks like an old god.

Seeing that the White Queen got angry after being poked, Clint curled his lips indifferently 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.

She took a deep breath and sat 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 in the guest seat. The purple helmet blocked most of his face, so Emma could only see his mouth clearly.

"Nice to meet you, White Queen." His voice was light and calm, revealing a hint of knowingly asking, "I wonder 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"

Emma's voice fluctuated slightly, but she quickly regained her composure: "I don't remember that I know you, what do you want to do?"

Her mutant abilities do not include eternal youth or immortality. Since many years ago, the biggest role of her telepathy has been to make others think that she is still young.

But today, Bai Ye and his group came wearing Magneto's helmet, which can block telepathy, forcing her to wear 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.

"It's true that you don't recognize me, but I know you." Bai Ye said, crossing her legs on the sofa like the White Queen did before.

The texture of this sofa is very good. No wonder she keeps sitting on it and enjoys it.

"And I think you recognize him, come here, Pietro," he said immediately, and then he raised his hand and waved.

Under his instructions, Pietro walked over from behind Frank and Stickman, with strands of silver hair exposed from the gap between his helmet and his neck.

The helmet that seemed a little mismatched on others fit perfectly on his head.

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 opened wide, and she asked with a trembling voice: "Quicksilver?"

"Didn't you die forty years ago?"

The attendant who was responsible for monitoring previously only recognized Eagle Eye when reporting, and only said one sentence about the remaining people: entourage.

Pietro shrugged. He was a little tired of hearing this so many times, but he still responded: "Well, it's not completely dead."

Black Bolt, who had been silent next to him, opened his mouth slightly and looked at Pietro in surprise.

Although many years have passed, they have dealt with the Avengers on a daily basis, and there is no way they will admit their mistakes.