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Chapter 111 The New Black Emperor

Having the title of "Nuclear Peace Envoy" has, in effect, further strengthened their deterrent effect on the two major powers.

Even if it doesn't deter them, it doesn't matter. At worst, Eric and Charles can do something tough to give those eccentric high-ranking officials a taste of their own medicine.

Do you really think they have all that ability to reason with people?
After the two fleets left, everyone remembered that Logan was still in the sea. They quickly pulled him out of the water. Fortunately, Logan was very resilient and was fine except for swallowing a lot of seawater. He would probably be able to vomit it all out when he took the plane.

Afterwards, the Brotherhood and the Hellfire crew boarded the Blackbird SR-71 and left the Bagu shore together.

Sebastian's body was also packed up and taken away with them.

Although the other party did a lot of crazy things, he was still a mutant, so he was spared from being picked up by some relevant organizations and used for some strange research experiments.

News of the resolution of the Bagu crisis quickly spread around the world, and most people breathed a sigh of relief, finally relieved that they wouldn't have to start a third season.

But only a small number of people know that this global crisis was actually started by a mutant named Sebastian Shaw, and then resolved by a mutant organization called the Brotherhood.

Meanwhile, the two superpowers, the United States and the Red Bear, were relegated to insignificant background figures.

Of course, both countries publicly declared that the crisis stemmed from their strategic rivalry, and made no mention of Sebastian Shaw's situation, after all, they still had some pride.

In conclusion, mutants are gradually entering the public eye, and the Brotherhood has become a major focus of attention for various countries, an entity that can no longer be ignored.

Especially for the United States, this mutant organization is operating on its own turf, so it is impossible to let it go unchecked.

In a confidential meeting room in Washington, a heated discussion about how to deal with the fraternity was taking place, quickly splitting into two diametrically opposed positions.

One side, mainly composed of conservatives, advocates for establishing communication with the Brotherhood and seeking peaceful coexistence.

The other side is dominated by radicals who believe that the Brotherhood is too dangerous and must be strictly controlled and restrained. They even believe that unconventional means of force, such as planting mushrooms, can be used if necessary!

"Growing mushrooms again! Is mushrooms all you guys can think of?!"

“Cultivating mushrooms is only a last resort. If they are willing to give up resistance and actively cooperate with our control and research, we can certainly consider non-violent means.”

"You son of the beach! I misjudged you. Your head isn't just full of mushrooms and shit. Didn't you see the capabilities and attitude they displayed? If we really planted mushrooms there, they'd probably just roll around and hit your bald head!"

"Hey, watch your words!"

"I'm watching your mom!"

The conservatives were vehement in their rhetoric, pointing fingers and hurling insults at the radicals. Had it not been for bystanders holding them back, the conflict would have escalated into a physical altercation.

In fact, they can all understand the conservatives. Last time, the missile launch towards the coast was a crazy operation by the radicals, which almost destroyed their entire fleet. Now the radicals want to try launching a missile, aren't they afraid of dying if they try?

The radicals remained undeterred: "The Brotherhood of Mutants poses a great threat to us. My suggestion is to take immediate action and put them all in jail!"

The conservative sneered: "Fine, we'll announce to the public that this mission is entirely your responsibility. We won't participate in any operations. If the Brotherhood causes trouble, it'll be you who will be the trouble."

"However, on the other hand, your suggestions are not entirely unreasonable, and this matter needs further consideration."

The radicals were immediately embarrassed.

While it may sound like casual banter, nobody really wants to be the one to stick their neck out and face those unpredictable mutants alone.

Ultimately, after several rounds of debate, the meeting reached a preliminary consensus to refrain from taking any radical action for the time being, and instead requested the intelligence community to conduct a comprehensive assessment of the Brotherhood and attempt to establish initial communication with it through the CIA.

It's said that the fraternity's founder was a CIA member, so they're practically one of us, making communication easier.

So someone suggested sending a beautiful female agent to make contact and use her charm to try and win over the man and the Brotherhood.

However, some argue that CIA agents are all elites, so how could a mere honey trap possibly work? In fact, it might even backfire. Therefore, they believe that a mature, steady, and reliable Mediterranean agent should be sent instead.

After much debate, both sides compromised and decided to send two agents at the same time, a beautiful female agent and a Mediterranean agent, to carry out this initial contact mission together.

……

“Du Mu, these are all of Hellfire’s current assets, as well as its complete network of contacts.”

Emma handed a thick document to Du Mu.

After leaving Bagu, Du Mu asked her to take a complete inventory and list all the resources of the Hellfire Club.

Now that Sebastian is dead, the Hellfire Club is leaderless. Rather than letting it fall into disrepair or disband, it's better to let him have it.

Du Mu had already obtained Sebastian's consent on this point, and since the other party did not object at the time, it could be considered as tacit approval.

Du Mu took the document and quickly skimmed through it.

It has to be said that the wealth accumulated by the Hellfire Club far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people, especially the long string of zeros following the amount, so densely packed that he had only seen it in the land of abundance.

In addition to its massive cash reserves, Hellfire Club has also established a global presence in various industries, including energy, pharmaceuticals, cutting-edge technology, and even media, continuously providing it with funding and resources.

This is clearly a well-structured multinational conglomerate!

If Sebastian hadn't been so ambitious, only focused on growing mushrooms to quickly enter the third season, the Hellfire Club's accumulated capital and assets over the years, along with the members' abilities, would have been enough to quietly change the world order from the shadows.

"Not bad."

Du Mu was very satisfied.

Sebastian was such a good man; he left such a huge inheritance after he died.

We'll find a propitious place to bury him then.

Du Mu's gaze lingered on the list of partners on the appendix, his brow furrowing slightly: "Are these people still usable?"

"Most of them are fine."

Emma nodded: "They don't know Sebastian Shaw's true identity; they only recognize the name Hellfire and the interests behind it. As long as we maintain our cooperation, we can still use these connections."

She paused for a moment, then said, "However, now that Sebastian Shaw is dead, Hellfire cannot remain leaderless indefinitely. Otherwise, not only might internal strife arise, but it will also attract the covetous eyes of external forces. We need a new Black Emperor to stabilize the situation."

Following up on her question, Du Mu asked, "Then who do you think is more suitable to succeed the Black Emperor?"

Emma looked intently at Du Mu and said directly, "Of course it's you, Du Mu. With your qualifications, you are undoubtedly the most suitable candidate."

As the founder of the Brotherhood, Du Mu is fully capable of succeeding Sebastian as the Black King.

Putting everything else aside, his two top lieutenants, Charles and Eric, alone are enough to crush everything. Emma, ​​on the other hand, has no intention of taking over the Hellfire Club herself. She has neither Sebastian's abilities nor Du Mu's manpower. If she were to take charge of the Hellfire Club, she probably wouldn't be able to hold on for long.

Since that's the case, it would be better to hand it over to Du Mu directly, so that she can at least continue to be the White Queen in peace.

Du Mu hesitated: "I'm afraid this is not a good idea. Sebastian has just passed away. Although he wouldn't object, I am still a member of Hellfire. Doing this seems a bit unfair to Sebastian."

You've ruined everyone's lives, and you still feel embarrassed?
Emma's lips twitched, but she didn't expose him. Instead, she cooperated by advising, "Du Mu, the Black Emperor is none other than you. Only you have the ability to lead Hellfire to a bright future. I believe Sebastian Shaw will understand your good intentions."

“That’s not appropriate.”

"Nothing inappropriate."

"I thought about it and decided to forget about it."

"No one else can do this job but you."

"."

After several rounds of back and forth, Du Mu sighed with a bitter face, "Fine, fine, I agree. You've really made things difficult for me. Let me make this clear first, I may not be able to fully take on the role of Black Emperor."

No, with your thick skin, you're more than qualified to be the Black Emperor.

Seeing this, Emma felt relieved. She believed that Du Mu's shameless personality, coupled with his own strength and the Brotherhood, would definitely lead the Hellfire Club to a new level.

Finally, Du Mu reluctantly accepted the title of Black Emperor and took over everything in the Hellfire Club.

Thus, he became the new Black Emperor.

The first thing Du Mu did after becoming the Black Emperor was to appoint Emma as his secretary, to manage the affairs of the Hellfire Club, and to transfer all of the Hellfire Club's movable assets to his own name.

He then summoned the remaining core members of the Hellfire Club, namely Red Devil and Torrent.

Upon learning that Du Mu had become the new Black Emperor, both of them had somewhat subtle expressions.

After all, the other party had only been in the Hellfire Club for about a week. Before, he was considered a junior, but in the blink of an eye, he became his boss. The leap in status was really quite big.

Noticing their expressions, Du Mu said in a relaxed tone, "Don't worry, I'm a democratic person. Feel free to voice your opinions."

Upon hearing this, Jiliu replied without hesitation, "Then I'll say it, I think..."

Bang!
Before he could finish speaking, Du Mu kicked him away, scoffing, "You dared to bring it up? You actually dared to bring it up!"

Red Devil: "."

That guy, Jiliu, really has absolutely no sense of propriety.

The White Queen is already standing by the other side, her attitude couldn't be clearer. Even the second largest shareholder of the Hellfire Club has no objections, so what are you, a mere employee, babbling about?

Seeing Du Mu's gaze sweep over, Red Devil immediately straightened his back and said with utmost sincerity, "I have absolutely no objection! Du... uh, Your Majesty the Black Emperor, you are absolutely the one everyone wants!"

"Good job. Keep up the good work and the organization will not let you down."

Du Mu patted the Red Devil on the shoulder.

He thought highly of this guy. Putting aside how convenient the teleportation ability was, just the guy's extremely intimidating appearance alone was incredibly effective to have by his side.

Not only does it make him appear even more handsome and imposing, but it also gives him an air of great style. Anyone who doesn't know better would think that even Satan is his henchman. Is there anything more intimidating than this?
"Satan, oh no, Red Devil, I'm giving you a task: find a scenic and secluded spot and bury Sebastian as deep as possible, making sure no one else finds out."

With his hands behind his back, Du Mu said in a deep voice, "No matter what, he is, after all, the previous Black Emperor of our Hellfire Club. At the very least, we should let him rest in peace and not let others disturb his tranquility."

"clear."

Red Devil nodded. It seemed that his new boss was meticulous in his work and quite humane.

So he used his teleportation ability, and after several detours, found an extremely secluded deep mountain. He dug a hole and covered it up, and after a lot of effort, he finally buried Sebastian completely.

However, the next morning, Du Mu called Red Devil over again: "Hey, help me dig Sebastian out again, I need to talk to him."

Red Devil: "."

Du Mu wasn't deliberately making fun of the Red Devil.

Instead, he suddenly remembered that Hank had previously successfully extracted and analyzed Raven's mutant genes and used them to develop a serum, which unexpectedly activated his potential.

As a powerful mutant, Sebastian's genetic sample is undoubtedly an extremely valuable research material. It would be a real shame to just bury it underground and waste it. It would be better to let him contribute his remaining energy to the scientific research of mutants.

Of course, Du Mu believed he still respected the deceased, and if Sebastian said no, he would immediately give up the idea.

After most of the day had passed, Red Devil returned, looking disheveled, with a sample in tow.

The main reason wasn't the difficulty in sampling, but rather that he buried it so well that even he couldn't find the exact location. He had to teleport back and forth seven or eight times and dig at four or five suspected spots before finally finding the right pit.

Afterwards, Du Mu took the samples to Hank and asked him to start researching them.

Hank looked distressed: "I don't have that much energy right now. I haven't even finished analyzing the technology of the Whiplash Armor yet."

Since joining the fraternity, he has spent almost every day in the lab, researching this or that.

A perfectly healthy young man in his early twenties has seen his hairline visibly receding, with clumps of hair falling out, steadily progressing towards the image of a seasoned expert in male pattern baldness.

Du Mu chuckled and said, "It'll be tough for a while. Now that the guild has money, we'll give you a few assistants soon, set up a proper laboratory, and equip you with all the most advanced equipment so you can focus on your research."

With the Hellfire Club as its backer, Charles's financial power is nothing to him.

He was planning to completely renovate Charles's estate, turning it into a true Brotherhood headquarters, complete with training grounds, war rooms, medical centers, and all the facilities a base should have.

Since it's not my own money, I don't feel bad spending it.

Hank reluctantly agreed in the end.

Ultimately, he's just a researcher. If he doesn't do research, does he really want to go to the front lines and fight every day?
After giving his instructions, Du Mu specifically asked Hank to keep an eye on Eric.

He always felt that Old Wan had a special fondness for the Whiplash Armor. He was even a little worried that one day his Whiplash Armor would suddenly run away on its own, sneak away from the laboratory, and disappear, becoming an unsolved mystery that no one could find out.

(End of this chapter)