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"Victor, guess how long your brother could last?"

A big, burly man asked.

His name is Fred, and his code name is 'Blob.'

His own strength is endless, and his physical defense is fantastic. He once tried to punch back a shell fired by a tank.

Usually, besides Sabretooth, this guy was also one of the sparring partners.

He is mainly responsible for taking punches and giving Luke practice punches.

"Jimmy said ... 20 minutes."

Sabretooth crossed his arms in front of his chest; this was his first achievement.

The demon-like Major General had been beating him for over 20 minutes. It almost drained him.

When he walked out of the training room, his legs were weak, as if he had lost all his strength.

"I think he could last a little longer than you."

A Texan man laughed.

His name is John, and his code name is 'Kestrel.'

Like Azazel, he can move instantly, but the range was much smaller than the other party.

"I think so too."

The last speaker was a young girl named Kayla, code name 'Silver Fox,' who can control other people's thoughts through physical contact.

These mutants are the suitable candidates found by S.H.I.E.L.D recently.

They had all revealed their identities before, so the agents quickly discovered them.

As Luke led S.H.I.E.L.D, the attitude towards mutants wasn't as brutal as Bolivar Trask or William Stryker.

He prefers to use gentle tactics, to package himself as a kind man -- unless he was facing a cranky old man, he would fight and skip the small talk.

One hit, and it's over!

Therefore, these mutants, who have special abilities, are favored by S.H.I.E.L.D. They completed their recruitment without much resistance.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Bolivar had been taken under Luke's wing.

Mutants in the twentieth century encountered two crises. First, they were captured by Bolivar as the material for studying sentinel robots;

Second, Stryker's research on 'Weapon X' also persecuted and massacred them on a large scale.

The mutants, which the capitalist society hadn't educated, hadn't reached a serious level of hostility towards humans and the military for the time being.

Sabretooth was quiet; he didn't think his brother could be better than him.

When it came to killing people and fighting, it's apparent that he should be better.

"Phew, Victor, your brother is such a stubborn guy."

After the warm-up period, Luke walked out of the training room with a satisfied expression.

Sabretooth glanced at the time, 34 minutes.

'Damn, I lost to that weak Jimmy!'

Sabretooth, an older brother, was a little upset and took the initiative to apply for a beating, "General, do you want to continue? I can hold on longer!"

Luke was refreshed and had a good vent. He looked at him strangely. What's going on?

Addicted to being beaten?

"You've been a sparring partner for a week now, Victor. Are you sure you want to continue?"

Luke asked.

"Yes! It's an honor to fight with you, General!"

Sabretooth nodded. How could he lose to Jimmy?

He had to prove himself!

It doesn't matter if he was beaten!

Luke raised an eyebrow and wondered if he had brainwashed Sabretooth.

Considering the positive attitude of the other party, the Major General, who had just completed his warm-up, couldn't reject him.

"Well then, I hope you'll make some progress."

Luke turned and walked into the training room, and Victor eagerly followed him.

Crackle!

Rumble!

The violent sounds penetrated through the training room; even with its excellent sound insulation, it transmitted outside.

The rest of them looked at each other. Fred, the 'Blob,' closed his eyes and showed some sympathy.

Having been a punching bag a few times, he could imagine Sabretooth's tragic end.

Forty minutes later, the spar was over.

Luke was full of energy as he strode out.

The mutant brothers weren't so bad; he could force him to exert 50% of his powers.

Anyway, as long as he doesn't cut off their heads and crush their hearts, they could heal quickly.

"Okay, the exercise is over."

Luke clapped his hands, ignored Sabretooth and Wolverine lying inside, cleared his throat, and said, "Let's get to know each other. My name is Luke Cavill. You should all have heard of this name. In the days to come, you can call me sir or General."

The free and scattered mutants, who had been separated from each other, stood together and listened attentively to the young General's words.

They have heard a lot about Luke since S.H.I.E.L.D recruited them.

The other party is a celebrity, a war hero, Superman, and other titles. Like a bright halo, incomparably dazzling.

In addition to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s identity and powerful personal strength, he was a person no one could provoke.

After all, not every mutant is as violent as Sabretooth.

"The existence of mutants is no secret to S.H.I.E.L.D."

As Luke talked, he took out Constantine's 'Expert in Deception' skill card and used it.

"Many people may think you're freaks and deviants, but that's not true. Mutants are just a branch of the evolutionary path of humankind; you're no different from us."

"Genetic evolution has given you special abilities, not for hiding or escaping -- it's an innate mission!"

"Join the military, serve your country, and put the power you have to reasonable use. That's the future of mutants!"

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Constantine's ability to fool, coupled with Luke's pep talk, quickly made these young mutants' blood pump and emotions stir.

Compared to Sebastian Shaw's extreme theory, the world belonged to mutants and rebellion against human tyranny; the Major General's speech is much more moving.

However, the latter didn't overemphasize loyalty to the country but put S.H.I.E.L.D and himself in a higher position.

"General, will we be sliced up by Dr. Trask?"

Big Fred asked.

Every mutant had this concern.

"Why would he slice you up? You're all valuable assets of S.H.I.E.L.D. You are trained, nurtured, and spent money on every day ... These expenses are almost comparable to several bombers."

Luke seemed to find it ridiculous and asked rhetorically, "Did I spend all this money just to put you guys on the autopsy table?"

Fred scratched his head and smiled.

The Major General's answer made him feel relieved and gave him a sense of belonging in S.H.I.E.L.D.

"General, are we still free?"

Kayla, the young girl, raised her hand like a student and asked.

"I'm sorry, but no."

Luke shook his head.

"You can go out and have regular holidays, even travel around the world. But you still belong to S.H.I.E.L.D, from mind to body."

"Ladies and gentlemen, the federal government has different views on mutants. Some people think you are freaks and are ticking time bombs."

"S.H.I.E.L.D provides you with protection from trouble and asks something in return."

"Obey orders and never betray until retirement. This is the price."

Luke didn't just take a gentle tone.

He was hard when he needed to be hard, soft when he needed to be soft. Both go hand in hand!

This is the basic quality of a leader.

"Understood, General."

Kayla silently put down her hand.

Luke took an extra look at the young girl, not because she was pretty.

According to the information from S.H.I.E.L.D, the other party had a sister named Emma Frost, the 'White Queen' of the Hellfire Club.

The sisters were similar to Sabretooth and Wolverine, and both had identical mental abilities.

"Starting from today, you have all been incorporated into Task Force X."

Luke said seriously.

"The only task is to search and track a secret organization called the Hellfire Club."

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Anna Maria Island, on the beach.

Namor, who had two strong arms exposed, walked under the parasols carrying a surfboard.

As an Atlantean who could breathe underwater, he didn't need it at all.

But in order to make himself look normal and not attract other people's attention, Namor always brought a surfboard with him and pretended to be a surfer.

"Mr. Shaw, you're here too."

Compared with the coldness of the last meeting, Namor took the initiative to greet him this time.

These days, he often chatted with this middle-aged man who claimed to be a German scientist.

Namor is always impressed by the ideas that the other party occasionally threw out.

Like a lost ship, he suddenly saw the light from a lighthouse from the darkness of the sea.

Unknowingly, Namor came to see Sebastian Shaw as a life mentor, with a little more respect in his heart.

"The warm Florida sunshine isn't often seen in the cold climate of Berlin."

Sebastian took off his dark glasses and smiled kindly.

"Because of the Third Reich's high-handed policies, there's a tension in the atmosphere. Everyone is worried that they might be the next victim of persecution and execution. "

"War is a terrible thing. Don't you think so, Namor?"

Namor, who had put down his surfboard and sat next to Sebastian, nodded his head. He also hated the war.

In the past, the Allies and Axis Powers threw mines and bombed submarines everywhere in the Pacific and Atlantic waters, which caused a lot of trouble for Atlantis.

It's like someone fighting and quarreling in front of your house every day.

If Atlantis didn't hold on to the conservative and reclusive old ideas and didn't want to communicate with the outside world, Namor would definitely teach these people a lesson.

As for joining the Allies or the Axis Powers, it depended on his mood.

"Mr. Shaw, do you think a powerful person must hide himself?"

After these days of in-depth communication, Namor began to let go of his defenses and trust Sebastian Shaw.

Of course, there were psychological hints from Emma, the White Queen.

And, Namor had his own reasons.

His father was a Captain. When he went to the Antarctic to explore, the route was blocked, so he ordered the sailors to blow up the ice floes but ended up injuring the Princess of Atlantis and brought her to the ship for treatment.

After that, it was the usual soap opera tragic romance story.

The Captain thought that the Princess of Atlantis was very pure and unpretentious. She was different from all the American girls she had known before.

The Atlantis Princess had no contact with the outside world and knew almost nothing about human beings, so she was easily seduced by the ship's Captain.

The two of them fell in love, got married, and did everything they had to do.

However, when the King of Atlantis saw that his daughter hadn't returned for several months, thinking that something had happened -- maybe being kidnapped or abducted by human beings.

He directly dispatched his army, found their whereabouts, and killed everyone, including the ship's Captain.

A few months later, the widowed Princess gave birth to Namor.

This is the tragic story of the Sea King on Marvel's side.

If there are similarities, it's purely for reference.

When Sebastian appeared, he played the role of a knowledgeable mentor and instantly brought Namor into the equation.

"Why would influential people want to hide themselves? Would lions hide among a flock of sheep to make themselves look harmless? Unless it's to hide from hunters. "

Sebastian smiled; so many days of brainwashing finally took effect.

Before he came into contact with Namor, he learned about Atlantis through Hydra.

Namor's skin color is different from that of a normal Atlantean, which caused him to be discriminated against by his people and considered a lower class 'deviant'.

To protect her son, the Princess had to take Namor to the slums and later to Manhattan.

When the King grew old, he remembered that he had a grandson. So, he called Namor, who had grown up, back to him.

After a series of struggles and battles for the throne, Namor was finally recognized as the ruler of the four seas and the new King of Atlantis.

Some of this information is the information held by Hydra, and some are the intelligence that Emma, the White Queen, heard by going deep into his mind.

All in all, Atlantis had just completed the transfer of power.

The old King died, and Namor succeeded.

There were still many old conservative forces in the nation, and it was in a relatively chaotic state.

Namor, who ascended to the throne, never received royal education. He grew up in slums and land and was confused about how to be a King.

Namor, do you remember the mutants I mentioned before? They have all kinds of special abilities. So, they could be said to be gifted and pioneers on the path of evolution. "

Sebastian sat up, left the deckchair, and said, word for word, "But they have driven away and hunted by humans. Why is that?"

"Because they lack a leader! A King who can unite the mutants around him and give them the courage to stand up against tyranny!"Feeling Sebastian's expectant eyes, Namor couldn't help but feel the illusion of -- I'm that guy!

The fierce emotions were like roaring waves, one after another, washing away what little sanity he had.

"Mr. Shaw ..."

Namor hesitated to disclose his status as a mutant.

He had no sense of belonging to Atlantis for the time being, and he knew nothing about being a good King.

Hearing Sebastian talk about the plight of his fellow mutants, Namor felt compassionate and wanted to be the one in a million leader.

"Namor, if I'm not mistaken, you're a mutant, right?"

Sebastian struck while the iron was hot and sincerely said, "When I saw you at the beach bar before, I had a subtle hunch -- Namor, you're the one I'm looking for!"

"We are compatriots! Genes are far more reliable than the bonds of blood!"

Namor, who just wanted to tell him about his identity, looked shocked and asked in surprise, "Mr. Shaw, are you a mutant, too?"

The latter nodded and smiled, "Not only me but also Miss Frost, whom you met before. We formed the Hellfire Club together. "

"The purpose is to save the suffering compatriots, resist the tyranny of mankind, and build a beautiful world belonging to mutants!"

Namor frowned as he remembered the conversations he'd had with Sebastian over the past few days. It was mostly about race, genetics, evolution, and other issues.

Maybe Mr. Shaw had been testing him. Was he testing him?

"That's right. "

Sebastian affirmed.

His sharp eyes pierced Namor's heart as if he could see through people's hearts.

"You are the leader the mutants have been waiting for! The King who will save his people and lead us to a new future!"

Although Stanislavski hasn't written 'An Actor Prepares' yet at this time, Sebastian Shaw thoroughly explained what superb acting was with determined eyes and a sincere tone in his voice.

He was almost convinced by himself, let alone Namor.

"Why me?"

Namor, who no one had ever recognized since he was a child, seemed flattered and asked back.

"You're both an Atlantean and a mutant. You are the only bridge connecting the two worlds underwater and on land!"

Sebastian replied, selectively ignoring the fact that Namor still has some human blood in his body.

"Join us, Namor. When the time comes, the Atlantean civilization could rule the world together with the mutants. You occupy the four oceans, and we would own land. "

When faced with this invitation, a strange voice deep inside Namor's heart kept urging him to say yes.

"Mr. Shaw, I am willing to participate in the great cause of saving our compatriots. "

The fooled Sea King pursed his lips, nodded, and replied.

"Very well. The -- welcome to the Hellfire Club. "

Sebastian held out his hand. His downcast eyes flashed with a hint of light.

Finally, Atlantis was tied to his ship. The next step was to seek revenge from Superman.

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Luke, who is staying in Washington, D.C, is still unaware of the news that the Hellfire Club had added a new member. An Atlantean and the mutants have allied.

Although he had started searching for Sebastian Shaw's whereabouts, it's difficult to accurately locate a mutant without Professor Charles and the brainwave amplification device.

The artificial satellites wouldn't be launched until the two superpowers start their arms race.

What Project Insight? What global surveillance? In this era, even science fiction writers wouldn't think that up.

As for contacting Atlantis, it was even more impractical.

It has been almost nine years since the first nuclear submarine; the USS Nautilus, was launched.

Currently, the maximum depth to which humans could dive didn't exceed 1,000 meters.

For an underwater civilization, this was still far away from their front door.

'That's why we say that technology changes lives. '

Luke silently lamented.

Compared to the future of steel armor, air and space carriers flying everywhere, this era of technological development seemed backward.

So, he specifically urged Howard to put aside the Tesseract research for the time being and shift his focus to the fusion reactor.

Bring out the nuclear submarine, and then consider launching a satellite -- SkyNet is a communications company anyway.

In the future, if the Kree fleet invaded and destroyed their satellite, Ronan the Accuser will see what Superman's iron fist was like.

Luke's vision has always been looking forward. He's even thinking about asking Howard to scale down the ark reactor.

In the future timeline, Tony Stark's phrase 'I am Iron Man' officially opened the Marvel Cinematic Universe.

Instead of waiting until that day, Luke thought it would be nice for Howard to complete this thing.

It's all in the family anyway.

As for the technical bottleneck, he believed it would be easy to solve the problem by visiting Wakanda first. Then, establish a diplomatic relationship and friendly exchange with Atlantis.

These two countries, in addition to the Fantastic Four's old rival, Doctor Doom's hometown of Latveria, could be called the most high-tech places on Earth.

Not to mention nuclear fusion technology, time travel, steel army, and spacecraft could be completed.

"General, that's Lake Alkali. "

The accompanying Stryker shouted.

The whirring of the helicopter, combined with the strong air current, forced him to do so.

"It's a great place."

Luke looked down from mid-air at the concrete dam standing tall. It was nestled between snow-capped mountains and dense forests.

"This was once an industrial area, but it was abandoned during the Great Depression. Later, the military was interested in it and bought it in the name of building a dam. "

Stryker explained at the top of his lungs.

Luke wanted to say that he didn't have to shout so loudly; he could hear him.

Superman would never be deaf enough to need him to do that.

"When World War II began, the Department of Defense, fearing a Third Reich attack on their homeland, began to build strong and reliable military bases throughout the country. One of which was in Lake Alkali."

Pointing to the concrete dam, Stryker said, "War supplies were stored deep in the dam, but unfortunately, they were never put to good use. Now that the war is over, these bases have lost their original function. The Pentagon Generals took over responsibility for the allocation. "

"Of course, only you, General, would have the honor to use a military base large enough to withstand a missile bombing as a laboratory. "

In the latter part of his speech, Stryker deliberately praised him.

This upright-looking soldier was well versed at flattering others.

"It's just the Generals showing some mutual respect. "

Luke said humbly.

In the current Pentagon, who didn't know that the recently established S.H.I.E.L.D's Director was a young General who was good at reaching out to Congress for funding.

From cultivating the super-soldier 'rebirth' project, researching the 'Weapon X' project, churning out the 'space exploration' project, ... one after another, he was close to draining the budget committee.

The most annoying thing was that, in the face of Luke's insatiable demands, they couldn't refuse.

The reason was that those programs seemed to be very promising and worth investing a lot of money into.

Howard, who heard the news, laughed with Luke. He said that if Luke were to mingle in Wall Street, he would undoubtedly be able to cheat countless investors.

At this, the Major general smiled but didn't say anything.

He learned this from a Chinese entrepreneur who kept avoiding his return to the country and facing indictment. The first plan out a big profitable-looking project, excite the concept and look for a few well-known scientists to support it.

The White House and the group of politicians in Congress would naturally fork out the money obediently.

I was weeding out capitalism, Luke's feelings of guilt.

"William, who do you think is most deserving of development in Task Force X?"

The helicopter landed slowly. Luke stepped on the soft snow and exhaled a white breath of air.

He was dressed thinly but didn't feel cold.

Wrapped tightly, Stryker rubbed his hands, looking enviously at the Major General walking in front of him. Was this Superman's physique?

"Logan, of course!"

Stryker answered without thinking.

The same mutant, the young officer, seemed to have a fondness for Wolverine.

Every time he saw those bone claws, his eyes showed a hint of yearning.

So much so that when the two mutant brothers communicated privately, Sabretooth said that the dwarf scientist Bolivar was a pervert who always stared at him with a strange look.

Wolverine thought that Stryker was more disgusting.

The two brothers looked at each other and felt a chill down their spines.

They can't go on like this!

"Logan. Have you taken a fancy to his self-healing ability?"

Luke wasn't surprised at all. Stryker and Wolverine are destined for each other.

"Yes. I think Logan can be turned into an invincible killing machine! Sabretooth is too irritable, and his emotions would affect his judgment, but Logan is different. His claws, the wildness in his eyes, and the stubbornness in his bones. He was simply born to fight!"

Stryker is thrilled to be involved in Bolivar's research and to learn more and more about mutants.

As a soldier, almost subconsciously, the young officer considered applying the X-gene to his weapons.

"General, the Pentagon's attitude towards mutants is far less gentle than yours. "

Stryker followed Luke deep into the snow and wondered, "The use of mutants for weapons research could yield more results in a shorter period. But you don't seem to want to do that. "

After these days of getting to know him, Stryker figured out part of the Major General's temperament.

Most of the time, the other party was easy to talk to and never showed an angry look.

Strangely enough, this didn't affect the respect and admiration that other people had for Luke.

Stryker attributed this to personal charisma.

"The head of the Third Reich thought the same way, which is why they used Jews and Poles to test the poison gas and conduct human experiments. "

Luke pushed open the heavy steel gate and entered the flood control passage.

Deep inside this concrete dam, there's something else.

All kinds of war supplies, ventilating facilities, weapons, and ammunition are readily available.

It was more like a nuclear bomb or a doomsday preparation.

"It's easy to plant a seed of hatred, but it's hard to get two races to live in harmony with each other. "

Luke's voice echoed in the empty dam base.

"I want to be a bridge, not a butcher. "

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A bridge?

For humans and mutants to connect?

If he heard this sentence from other people, Stryker would only sneer at it and feel it was ridiculous.

But he is facing Luke, a war hero who often creates miracles and has done many unthinkable things as the great Superman.

The exact words, coming from different people, carry different weights.

War hero, Superman, Allied savior, World War II Ender, Female Warlock Pile Driver ... The titles represent unparalleled prestige and status.

Many people say that if Luke announces his candidacy for the next presidential election, he will take over the White House by a massive margin without any doubt.

It's a pity that this Major General is persistent and has no interest in becoming the youngest President in United States history.

"General, please forgive my short-sightedness, not being able to see the future that you envision. "

Stryker said, after thinking for a long time.

He didn't think human beings must live in harmony with mutants.

According to the primitive law of the jungle, wouldn't the simplest and most direct way be to eliminate them?

"Do you think it's easy to defeat mutants?"

Luke visited this vast and solid military base and whispered, "As long as Congress allows you to mobilize armed troops, you can rush into their homes and arrest all these ticking time bombs. "

"Put electric shock collars on their necks, throw them into metal cages, inject leech serum regularly, dissect, abuse, and conduct inhuman and cruel experiments just like livestock. "

Stryker was silent. He thought so.

"The concepts that Dr. Trask taught you might not necessarily be correct. "

Luke sneered. Of course, he knew that the dwarf scientist would prefer to use the mutant as a tool to create a sophisticated weapon.

But what good can this do for oneself?

Let the Bald Eagle rule the world?

It would be more interesting to establish a Superman regime similar to the Third Reich.

"Your perception is limited by your mindset. Stryker, you have been with Dr. Trask for so long. Have you ever thought about the true question?"

Luke was thinking about how to use the military base while he was talking to Stryker.

"Where do mutants come from? Do they appear regularly? Must a child born between a mutant couple be a mutant?"

"Or what are the circumstances under which mutants are more likely to be born?"

Stryker frowned and whispered, "Sorry, General, I don't know. "

"Dr. Trask's current research is limited to the mapping of genetic profiles for the time being and hasn't reached that stage. "

"Let me tell you something, Stryker. "

Luke stopped and opened the door of the control room. The damp, musty air poured in.

"There is no rule for the birth of a mutant; they are simply a divergence from the human species. Even bolder assumptions, every person in the world may carry the X-gene in their body, once it's activated, then -- will turn into a mutant!"

"Do you have a girlfriend?"

Stryker was listening intently when he was caught off guard by one of the biggest headaches for singles.

He shook his head and explained, "Cough... I'm from Arizona, where the culture is a bit more conservative. "

Stryker tried to save a single dog's last shred of dignity.

"Imagine if you were to get married and have loveable little children. But he or she is a mutant, what would you do?"

Luke's mouth quirked up in a smile, "You want to put that cute little one in a cage too?

Stryker had nothing to say. After a long while, he said, "I was wrong, General. You are the one who sees the farthest. You're the first to realize the contradiction between the two races and the essence of interdependence."

At this moment, it can be said that the young General convinced him in front of him.

What started as idolatry became firm devotion.

"Well, the visit is over. Tell Dr. Trask that I found him a better place to live."

Luke gently touched the complex buttons on the console, and an idea came to mind.

If Sebastian Shaw took the initiative to look for him and raided the dam base in Lake Alkali, could he directly open the floodgate and destroy this guy without effort?

The talent of absorbing and transforming energy will not affect the face of a terrible water torrent like a tsunami.

'I hope Sebastian Shaw will take the initiative and deliver himself to my door.'

Luke chuckled lightly at the thought.

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Anna Maria Island, a waterfront hotel.

Namor, who just joined the Hellfire Club, met his compatriots for the first time.

Not only Sebastian Shaw, Emma Frost, the White Queen, but also various other mutants.

"This is Namor McKenzie, the King of Atlantis and a leader worth following."

Sebastian acted like a White House spokesman, introducing himself instead of Namor.

In his view, Namor, who had just ascended the throne, was young and green.

There is no charisma or leadership aura to speak of, but he could be a good tool nonetheless.

'But ... this is just what I wanted, an easy-to-control puppet.'

Sebastian smiled; his eyes flashed with pride.

By virtue of Namor's identity as a mutant, he gradually approached the other party.

After gaining trust, he began to manufacture violent conflicts between mutants and human beings that couldn't be reconciled.

Making Namor hostile towards human beings, and then striving to start a war between the underwater civilization and the people on land!

This is his plan!

As for being a hero who saved his kin, a leader who will lead the mutants to create a future ... Those were all false lies designed to coax a child.

It's like when your parents put away those cash gifts for you during Christmas and say they'll return them to you later.

If anything, mutants must have a leader.

'That will only be me!'

Sebastian Shaw thought so.

"The mutants have always been in a bad position. Humanity treats us as freaks, outsiders! They reject and persecute us! They don't want to admit that their ignorance, stupidity, and blindness cause all this. In the same way that they burned Giordano Bruno and sent the witches to the stake!"

Sebastian's voice was passionate. He was in full passionate public speaker mode.

"Because they are just a bunch of short-sighted, inferior creatures who are scared, panicked, and can't sleep at night once they find something they couldn't understand or accept. They must be completely stifled before they would stop."

"My fellow mutants, we are pioneers on the road of evolution, but now we are forced to hide like rats in a sewer. Is this fair?"

There was silence in the hotel suite, but everyone's faces were full of hatred, and their eyes were bursting with anger.

You have to give it to Sebastian Shaw; his remarks are very provocative to mutants who have been treated unequally.

Even Namor beside him was reminded of his painful childhood experiences, and anger filled his chest.

Crack!

A silver bolt of lightning struck down, tearing apart the thick dark clouds.

At some point, the sea was surging with fury, as if echoing everyone's mood.

"Now, it's time to stand up and resist!"

Sebastian looked at Namor, who was standing tall, and said, "We have a new leader, and we are no longer scattered."

"If you want to be the leader of the mutants, you have to prove yourself!"

A young man in a suit and tie came forward. He is 'Riptide,' with the natural ability to spin at high speed and create tornadoes.

He belongs to the inner circle of Hellfire Club.

"I am not questioning you, Mr. Shaw, nor am I targeting ... Namor, our new brethren. "

Riptide, like an invited extra side character, shouted, "But, the leadership position is not just a matter of choosing someone at random. At least we have to trust him enough, and he has to show his strength to convince everyone!"

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"Riptide, how can you talk to His Majesty Namor like this? He is the King of Atlantis and the master of the Seven Seas!"

Sebastian flew into a rage when he heard that, just as if he was the one questioned and insulted. His eyes were full of anger.

This kind of reaction made Namor, who was preparing to express his opinions, secretly moved.

He lacked family warmth from his parents since he was a child. Atlanteans killed his father, and his mother was afraid to stand up for herself due to the kingdom's traditions.

Even the people who should have addressed Namor as 'Prince' looked at him with strange eyes, regarded him as a freak, and wanted him expelled from Atlantis.

Sebastian Shaw's support and approval simply surprised Namor.

The young man nicknamed 'Riptide' stuck his neck out and retorted defiantly, "Mr. Shaw, we all respect you. But it doesn't mean that you can just find someone to be a leader and get everyone's approval."

"Before that, we had never met Namor. We don't know what kind of ability he has. Do we have to obey just because he is the King of Atlantis? Does the Hellfire Club want to hand over the future of our compatriots to a stranger so easily?"

Riptide has wholly entered the argumentative mode.

His face is red, and the veins on his forehead were bursting out, like a hot-blooded young man who was thinking about his compatriots.

Once these words were spoken, they drew a large chorus of agreement.

Except for Sebastian Shaw, who remained silent, and Emma, the White Queen, everyone else agreed.

Then, fierce quarrels and arguments came one after another.

It's like a pre-rehearsed stage play, with some acting as the good guy and some as the bag guy.

Sebastian acted as Namor's defender, while the mutants, led by Riptide, expressed their opposition, and the two sides were at odds.

"That's enough!"

Namor, who didn't even notice that it was all a ruse, stopped the crowd.

He thought that Sebastian Shaw supported him and felt sympathy for the tragic fate of his compatriots.

If the new King of Atlantis could calm down and think about it, he would have found many strange and odd things.

Unfortunately, when impulsive emotions dominate the intellectual landscape, reason becomes useless and thrown to the back of the mind.

"Mr. Shaw, they are all very reasonable. Although we are both mutants, we have never been in contact with each other. We have no understanding of each other and no familiarity. Besides, as a new member, it would be inappropriate to take the leadership position."

Namor graciously showed his understanding and continued, "My fellow compatriots, I am also a mutant. My natural ability is flying. In addition, I can breathe underwater and withstand the cold and pressure of the deep sea."

"I was 16 years old when I awakened my powers. At that time, I slipped and fell down the steps of the subway. I thought I would fall and get injured, but I didn't expect to see myself floating in the air as if I was free from gravity."

Sebastian's eyes flickered, and he quietly noted the information.

Then, he glared at the Riptide and said, "Are you satisfied? Namor has shown his sincerity. He is really on the side of mutants, and he's also eager to save his suffering compatriots, which is exactly why the Hellfire Club was founded."

"Mr. Shaw, I would like to apologize to Namor McKenzie."

Riptide softened his attitude and sincerely said, "Namor, I hope you can forgive my rudeness just now. It was all out of caution. We are hiding in the darkness and have seen too many ugly, vile human beings."

The ruse ended successfully. After quarreling and reconciliation, Namor had a strange sense of belonging to the Hellfire Club, as if he had integrated into it and was entirely accepted by his compatriots.

In a deep voice, he said, "Human beings are always afraid of the unknown, then they raise their swords. I can understand your feelings. In those years, when I lived in Manhattan, I was often oppressed. After awakening my ability, I was regarded as a freak. I didn't find my true self until I returned to Atlantis, won the affirmation of my people, and succeeded the throne."

"So, I'm willing to do something for my compatriots. I have no intention of being the leader of the mutants, but we have all suffered so much and should unite..."

"Namor is right!"

Sebastian took the time to interrupt.

He will not give the other party a chance to build prestige and rally people's hearts.

The Hellfire Club is a bargaining chip to grab power and status for him, so why would he let that brat, Namor, take the limelight?

"By the way, Riptide, why didn't Azazel -- Satan, come?"

Sebastian changed the subject, frowned, and asked, "Today is a gathering day for the club; he shouldn't be absent."

"Mr. Shaw ... Azazel can't come."

After receiving the prompt to enter the next scene of the play, Riptide looked sad and bowed his head." He was arrested by the military and put in prison. During this time, many compatriots were caught, and they suffered unimaginable terrible torture, becoming cold bodies on the operating table."

"The Hellfire Club's ability is limited, and it's impossible to fight against the government. Not to mention the one responsible for capturing the mutants is the youngest Major General of the Pentagon, the Superman who defeated the Axis!"

Sebastian glanced at Namor, who had accumulated anger, and added fuel, "It's Luke Cavill! I heard his name when I was in Europe. He's an ambitious and unscrupulous guy. The so-called war hero, Allied Superman, is all false propaganda."

"Poor Azazel, he may be lying on the operating table now, enduring cruel human experiments."

Namor is an impulsive character. When Sebastian said this, he couldn't help but clench his fists. His face turned as dark as the deepest parts of the sea.

"Are we just going to sit back and do nothing while our compatriots are being hunted?"

He asked indignantly.

"Namor, you may not know. Luke Cavill isn't an ordinary man; he is a product of human military experiments; he is a legendary super-soldier. He was once alone deep into the Axis, penetrating an army, and even a bomber group couldn't harm him."

Sebastian sighed, "The Hellfire Club alone can't cope with Superman, not to mention he is a Major General of the military, leading the famous intelligence agency, S.H.I.E.L.D, with the support of the government."

"I am the King of Atlantis!"

Namor's eyebrows raised, and his head held high, emitting a domineering aura.

For him, a Major General from the land's civilization was nothing.

Sebastian's dissuasion didn't work but added fuel to the fire -- that's what he wanted to see.

"Luke Cavill! Superman! I will not stand by and watch my compatriots being slaughtered, arrested, and treated like livestock."

Namor said in a loud voice.

"Mr. Shaw, it's time for the Hellfire Club to take action! We can no longer hide ourselves and escape from reality! We should let the human world know what kind of power the mutants have!"

"But ... how can we fight against Superman?"

Sebastian asked hesitantly.

"Humph! Superman, I'll take care of it!"

Namor crossed his arms to inform his chest and looked at the outside world through the French windows.

The dark clouds, the silver lightning, and the roaring sea were like the curtains opening for Atlantis, welcoming it to the world stage.

"I will show that guy that there are stronger fighters than him in this world!"

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Time quietly advanced to November 1945, and the lively atmosphere before Thanksgiving became more and more intense.

People began to prepare for the parade, and many supermarkets or shops planned price reduction activities and distributed coupons.

New Yorkers were looking forward to gathering with family and friends soon to enjoy a turkey dinner.

"Well, it was a fierce battle."

Luke woke up from bed contentedly, glanced at the clothes and high heels that fell on the floor, and couldn't help smiling.

He went into the bathroom naked, washed, and threw on a robe.

He opened the heavy curtains to welcome the morning sun and beautiful day.

"A calm New York City is a rare sight to see in the future."

Luke stretched out and bathed in the warm sunlight.

He had lived a relatively relaxed life recently, and the operations of S.H.I.E.L.D were gradually getting on track and growing at a steady pace.

The headquarters expanded from three departments to eight departments.

The number of spies, agents, operatives, and field teams was also increasing.

All this was Carter's credit. He had to say that she's suitable for this job.

Luke was able to get things in order without much effort.

'If we keep up this pace of development, we might soon be free from the constraints of the Pentagon and the White House.'

Luke thought with satisfaction.

Recently, the three labs have also gained something. The nuclear fusion reactor proposed by Howard has created its latest model, waiting for the test results.

Dr. Zola's idea of using Wöden's Blood to transform cells and improve energy absorption efficiency has achieved initial success.

Maybe in another week, Luke will be able to receive the injection.

As for the mutant genetic mapping project led by Bolivar, it's in progress.

It's worth mentioning that Task Force X, led by Wolverine and Sabretooth, performed well.

Acting as S.H.I.E.L.D.'s outside help several times and helping the agents complete their missions has demonstrated outstanding results.

So much so that the Pentagon Generals, at every meeting, hinted at Luke to recruit more mutants as soon as possible.

It is better to form a large enough army, put them into the overseas battlefield, attack in all four directions, and easily win.

Toward this, the Major General was unmoved and pretended that he hadn't heard anything.

These old guys who experienced World War I and World War II knew how to turn all available people or things into mass-produced assembly-line weapons.

But Luke has his ideas so that they won't influence him.

'It feels good to have a new house.'

He stood in front of the French windows, overlooking Manhattan at his feet.

The constant flow of traffic.

At the fantastic height of the 46th floor, there's a breathtaking view of half of the Upper East Side.

Thanks to the enthusiastic sponsorship from Congress, Luke has enough money at hand.

He bought a 48-story apartment building in Manhattan without even blinking.

According to the real estate agent, this high-rise is called the Baxter Building, designed by a famous French architect with a high-end and upscale atmosphere.

The only drawback is that it is expensive.

"This can be considered an investment for its future value."

Luke muttered.

Now, shortly after the end of World War II, the United States hasn't seen inflation yet.

In the future, on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where every inch of land is valuable, the cost of buying a high-rise building wouldn't be covered without owning billions.

But what impressed Luke wasn't just the demand but also the fact that the Baxter Building is only three blocks away from the New York Sanctuary.

It's safe to put Malèna here. It's a ruse to make the Sorcerer Supreme a bodyguard.

"General, there's an emergency ..."

Stryker's anxious voice came through the phone as if his house was on fire.

"What happened?"

Luke asked, frowning.

It was the weekend. He wanted to have a slow breakfast, then go to Brooklyn to talk to Rogers.

After catching up with old friends, they could go to their luxury yacht docked at the Hudson River port to bask in the sun and talk about their life ideals.

Considering the integrity of Captain America and the paparazzi waiting outside, Luke gave up the idea of calling a group of models to have a party -- that's Howard's style.

Before the boring and tedious rich man's day could begin, a phone call from Stryker put a damper on the whole plan.

"What the hell happened? A tsunami?"

Luke shook his head, sighed, and said to Malèna, who was still lying in bed, "It looks like I have to go save the world. Tell Steve that the noon get-together is canceled."

Boom!

As his voice fell, the tall and straight figure rose to the sky.

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A few minutes later, Luke appeared in S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

Stryker couldn't speak clearly on the phone, so he simply came over.

"What's the situation? What made you all look so frightened?"

Luke walked into the conference room. Carter, who was sitting on the left-hand side, looked solemn, and Howard looked severe.

Stryker, who was still a follower, stayed quietly in the corner.

In a word, the atmosphere is rather depressing.

Maybe, the Kree came early?

Luke narrowed his eyes and sat in the main seat.

"A horrible... diplomatic incident."

Carter spat out these words.

She turned on the heavy projector and projected the blurred black and white photos on the wall.

"A tsunami?"

Luke's eyebrows were frowning. The continuous flicker, which eventually formed a coherent picture, presented a wrecked scene after a disaster.

Buildings were washed away, bridges collapsed, and the waves never overshot the land ...

"This is Florida's Anna Maria Island, just yesterday. Local residents were hit by the tsunami, which is probably at a Level 2 Orange Alert severity."

Carter grimaced and explained, "But that's not the point. Look at this!"

The female agent brought up a photo—an image of the gloomy sky, wind, rain, and a vague figure.

His hands open, like a sorcerer casting a spell, manipulating the changes in the weather.

"The man claimed to be Namor McKenzie, the King of Atlantis. Because the government arrested his compatriots, he artificially created the disaster."

Carter's voice was a little low. She softly said, "He sent a tape to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI, admitting that the tsunami attack on Anna Maria Island was made by him alone."

"And said, if the military doesn't stop the brutality of catching mutants, the next city hit by the tsunami will be New York!"

"Finally, Namor McKenzie warned S.H.I.E.L.D., and ... you -- in the name of the King of Atlantis."

Luke listened quietly, tapping his fingers on the table, his face unreadable.

He didn't expect the one to take the lead in getting himself into trouble, was Namor, the Sea King.

The 'rip-off little prince' reputation is true to his name. Before he provoked the other party, the guy came to the door himself.

"Has S.H.I.E.L.D. collected a lot of mutants recently?"

Luke asked subconsciously.

Namor is a mutant. Yes, but why did he suddenly care about his compatriots?

This guy is only interested in tearing people apart and picking on them, and he doesn't even care much about Atlantis' people that much.

Carter shook her head and replied, "No. According to what you ordered, we always start from the school years and pay attention to the young students who have had unusual incidents."

"They are easier to control and don't resist as fiercely as the other mutants. All these things were done in a very low-key manner."

When things go wrong, there must be a cause. Namor warned S.H.I.E.L.D and him for no reason; there must be some other reason.

After thinking for a few seconds, Luke spat out a name, "Sebastian Shaw."

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"The mad scientist who turned himself into a mutant?"

Howard asked with interest, stretching his legs.

He isn't only the manager of Lab 1 but also the scientific research consultant in S.H.I.E.L.D.

Howard has the right to vote in case of any significant problem that is difficult to decide on --provided that Luke and Carter are absent.

"I remember your story about him. Like the dwarf in Lab 3, Sebastian Shaw is obsessed with the mutant gene."

The entire S.H.I.E.L.D. is aware that Howard and Bolivar don't get along.

The former felt that Bolivar was not only a dwarf in stature but also lacking in knowledge.

The latter believes that Howard is nothing but a hormonal, dirty mind.

Every time the two met, they had to have a bit of a tit for tat, full of hostility.

Initially, Luke wanted to reconcile, but considering that it would help stimulate their sense of competition, he dismissed the idea.

"The man calls himself the King of Atlantis, the Master of the Seven Seas -- would anyone give himself such a long list of titles? It's almost as long as a restaurant menu."

Feeling Carter's cold eyes, Howard shrank his neck and realized that it wasn't the time to be smart and humorous.

He coughed twice, glared at the gloating Luke, and continued: "Namor-McKenzie is a mutant, so just give him a shot of leech serum. Wouldn't that work? "

"It's not that simple. Howard, don't you get it? This is a diplomatic matter."

Carter frowned, thinking about how to deal with it.

"Atlantis is an underwater civilization that human beings have never touched or known. Before Namor's appearance, people only heard of this from Dialogues of Plato and the legend of Poseidon."

"But now? It appeared as a country and a civilization. This means that S.H.I.E.L.D. has to be careful and reconsider whatever decision we make."

"Congress, the White House, the Pentagon ... No one wants a war right now. Therefore, we should negotiate, contact, and establish relations, which is what we should do."

Carter deserves to be the commander. She had a thorough analysis of the problem.

Luke pondered, if the tape of Namor's threatening speech had flowed into the White House, the President would have called him by now.

After all, the other party deliberately said S.H.I.E.L.D and his own name.

A few minutes later, as he expected.

"General, a phone call from the White House."

The phone on the desk rang; Stryker picked up the receiver and covered it with his hand, "The President wants to see you."

Luke, who guessed it, looked relaxed and said, "I'll go to the White House in half an hour."

He can answer questions from the President and Congress at any time.

The urgent problem right now is to find Namor's whereabouts and stop his madness that could flood New York.

The Sorcerer Supreme might not make a move. Millions of deaths in New York may not give the Ancient One much of a psychological impact.

Kamar Taj is always a neutral bystander.

The Black Death that ravaged Europe, World War I, where thousands of people died, and World War II, where the Third Reich made a comeback ...

If she wanted to prevent these disasters and wars in human history, the Sorcerer Supreme could make them disappear.

"Before, I ordered Task Force X to search the Hellfire Club's whereabouts. Any clues?"

Luke asked.

"Not yet, but ... I think Silver Fox might know something."

Silver fox, Kayla, is a mutant recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D. She is Emma's sister, the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, which Luke had known for a long time and told Carter.

"Then let's use her as a breach."

Luke thought about it. If he could do it himself, he could use Constantine's 'Expert in Deception' and fool the other party with some words.

But he was sure that Namor would stand up and speak for mutants inexplicably and was ready to flood New York.

Someone in secret drives all this!

Sebastian Shaw, the main suspect!

Kang the Conqueror is also possible -- but according to this guy's style of doing things and his usual routine, he would be pretending to be a historical figure and a national leader.

Secretly stirring up problems, but also involving mutants. Sebastian Shaw was more suspicious.

"Let's disperse; I'll deal with the President. As for Namor McKenzie, I will try to find him."

Luke waved and smiled confidently.

As the Director, if he behaved calmly, the people under his command wouldn't feel pressured.

'Namor ... Atlantis' stronghold is in the Atlantic Ocean.'

Luke recalled the information in his mind, and he remembered that the guy had the 'Sacred Trident of Neptune', which was the symbol of Atlantis kingship.

It can manipulate the sea, raise the waves, create a tsunami, and release electricity!

It can be said to be an artifact-level weapon.

With the 'Horn of Proteus' calling for marine life, Namor's combat power should rank among the top ten on Earth -- who told the gang of superheroes to be still infants or not born yet...

'We'll take it one step at a time. But with Namor's personality, it's impossible to hide.'

Luke got up and flew to the White House after finalizing his rough plan.

Unlike the image of Sea King in the studio next door, in Marvel, he is more like a villain, with a moody personality and temperament.

To sum up, it's a Chuunibyou syndrome with an easy to manipulate personality.

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White House, lawn.

The upright figure dropped rapidly like a cannonball.

Dong.

When landing, Luke turned on his bio force field, causing no damage except for some noise.

"General Cavill, the President is waiting for you in the office."

The White House security chief is used to the way Luke shows up.

The no-fly zone was in vain for this young man, and no one could stop him anyway.

Many old-school Generals who have opinions about this only dared to talk behind his back and keep silent when facing him.

A few minutes later, Luke walked into the oval office and met the President with a solemn expression.

"Major General Cavill, do you have anything to say about Atlantis and the mutant who started the tsunami?"

The President took off his glasses, pinched his nose, and wearily said, "The Pentagon is going crazy, Admiral Bullock and Admiral Richardson of the Naval Forces have called. The two carriers in the Atlantic have been attacked, but fortunately, there are no casualties."

"Mr. Hoover, of the FBI, played me a tape a few hours ago in which a mutant named Namor McKenzie confessed to doing this and threatened us with flooding New York -- if we don't do as he says!"

The President looked at Luke, who was expressionless and asked in a heavy voice, "Major General, I could have had a happy weekend and had dinner with my wife and daughter, but now I have to face all these troubles. I hope you can give me a satisfactory answer."

"Mr. President is blaming me?"

Luke raised his head slightly and asked calmly.

At the end of the sentence, the atmosphere in the oval office suddenly became heavy.

The staffer sitting on one side had gulped.

He wasn't sure whether he could protect the President if Major General Cavill went on the rampage.

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"Major General, you misunderstood."

Feeling the changing atmosphere in the Oval Office, the President put on his glasses again, just like a master of disguise, instantly changing faces. He put on a gentle smile.

"I just got carried away by the bad news. I didn't mean to blame you. S.H.I.E.L.D is responsible for the shelter and control of mutants. Now that there's such a big mess, it's reasonable to answer those Generals in the Pentagon."

Similar words were spoken in a softer tone this time.

No one could hear any half-hearted complaint, but more like a friendly discussion.

The art of language is a fundamental skill for politicians.

"With all due respect, Generals in the Pentagon should be more poised. Maintaining a high level of vigilance and preparing to plan for war is what they need to do. Not act like a frightened, chattering coward who appears to be asking the White House for everything."

Luke wasted no time in accusing the old guys rudely. The President was shocked when he heard it.

If this spread, the contradiction between the Naval Department and the Army Department would intensify again.

At that time, he was still the one to get a headache.

"Major General Cavill, we put these questions aside for the time being."

Said the President, covering his face.

"Let's talk about Atlantis -- Where are they really from?"

The President changed the subject. He didn't forget that the young Major General standing in front of him was only 20 years old.

It was the impulsiveness of age, being unruly and frivolous.

As the saying goes, politicians prefer to deal with politicians because there were default rules between them.

But when it came to young people like Luke, it was a headache.

He may not abide by the explicit rules of the political game and may overturn the table on impulse.

In addition, the other party once flew to Berlin to end the war.

The strongest super-soldier of the military, the designated 'Superman' of the Allies, and many other glorious things ...

Not to mention the Pentagon, even the White House had to give some respect.

In Eisenhower's words, 'How can we restrain a walking atomic bomb and put it in a cage?'.

"Don't worry, Mr. President. We are not ignorant of Atlantis."

Luke pulled out his chair and sat down, showing a relaxed expression, as if this was no problem for him.

"Atlantis is an ancient civilization. They existed together with the Lemurian civilization on earth, thousands of years ago, but they were sunk in the flood of extinction."

"Perhaps it was because the Atlanteans, as the people of the gods of the sea, had a strong reverence for the sea; they didn't die out but miraculously preserved the flame of civilization and began to carry on their legacy in the deep waters of the Atlantic Ocean."

"In the past century, many archaeologists have found the remains of prehistoric civilization near the Atlantic Ocean."

Luke's eloquent language showed the attitude of 'I know Atlantis better than anyone else,' which made the President and Chief of Staff in the office secretly admire him.

Most of this information came from the residual memory deep in his mind.

About the real history of Atlantis, we have to start with the group of Celestials.

The universe bosses came to earth for the second time; the first time was four billion years ago. They transformed some primitive humans, from which modern mutants evolved.

Those primitive humans transformed by the Celestials are divided into three camps: The Eternals, the Deviants, and the humans.

Eternal beings are new gods, who study the absorption and transformation of cosmic energy, and have a long life, seldom getting old or dying.

They once established three cities on the earth, the Polaria city in Siberia, the underwater city Oceania the Pacific Ocean, and Olympia in Greece -- where they once were regarded as gods by the Greeks.

After several migrations, there was a conflict in the middle. Zuras, the leader of the Eternals, exiled his brother A'Lars to space.

The latter is Thanos' father.

He relied on his natural ability and vitality to rebuild his home on Titanos and form the 'Eternal Race.'

If we go back to our roots and investigate our family tree, we can see that human beings on Earth are more or less related to Thanos.

As for the opposite of the Eternals are the Deviants.

They built cities on land, developed genetic engineering, took Lemuria as the capital, attempted to dominate the whole planet, and formed Lemuria civilization, which existed simultaneously as Atlantis.

Deviants have a high probability of gene mutation, and their offspring have no similarities with their parents.

The only thing they have in common is that they were different from each other.

Deviants have intense hostility towards all species, which also led to the aggression of the Lemurian civilization and provoked many enemies.

They ushered in destruction in 16000 BC.

The Celestials descended to earth for the second time, destroying Lemuria, the capital of Deviants.

At the same time, the continental plate moved. Atlantis was affected and sank into the Atlantic Ocean.

This incredibly ancient history is probably only preserved in a few words in Kamar Taj.

Luke didn't bother to say much, so he just skipped the front and got down to business: "Namor McKenzie is the new King of Atlantis and a mutant at the same time."

"The rejection and persecution of mutants by humans have made him harbor hatred in his heart, wanting revenge."

The President looked solemn and asked softly, "S.H.I.E.L.D knew the existence of Atlantis long ago; why didn't you report it?"

"Because we had no conclusive evidence, how could we convince the Pentagon and members of Congress that an ancient civilization of tens of thousands of years was hiding in the depths of the Atlantic Ocean? "

Luke shrugged his shoulders and pouted, "Mr. President, you didn't forget how the Generals reacted when Dr. Trask first told them about mutants, right? Everyone's face was full of contempt and disdain, and Director Hoover of the FBI even laughed out loud. He said that it was just a clumsy lie invented by S.H.I.E.L.D to defraud research funds."

"So sometimes, weakness and ignorance aren't the obstacles on the road to survival, but arrogance is."

The President's face showed a trace of embarrassment. He coughed twice and selectively ignored the bitter satire on Director Hoover.

He knew that the FBI and S.H.I.E.L.D had never been on good terms, especially the relationship between the two directors.

Edgar Hoover is a man who bears grudges. This wasn't a good thing for Luke, who's youthful and unruly.

"Major General Cavill, since S.H.I.E.L.D knows something about Atlantis, have you made a plan to deal with it?"

The Chief of Staff, who listened silently, asked a timely question.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, no one wants another war. Once the sea civilization and the land world create a fierce conflict that can't be solved, it will probably turn into the beginning of World War III."

Luke remained calm and calmly replied, "War will not come; this is my guarantee to all of you."

"Although Namor McKenzie is a King, his pedigree isn't pure, and he was never fully recognized by the Atlanteans. It's not that simple to set off a war between two civilizations."

"His speech on that tape was more of a threat to force the military to give in."

The President pondered for a long time and thought Luke had a point.

The Pentagon and the White House were mainly frightened by the sudden emergence of Atlantis and the tsunami that hit Anna Maria Island.

Human beings often think they know enough about the world, but in fact, the planet beneath their feet didn't only belong to them.

"Mr. President, tell the Pentagon Generals that New York will not fall."

Luke had told him the story of Atlantis, Sebastian Shaw, and the Hellfire Club.

After a while, he stood up and looked down at the President who was still sitting in the chair." Because I will go to Atlantis myself and show the Atlanteans that the land is far less fragile than they think."

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As the helicopter slowly lifted off, Luke put on his sunglasses and sat in the cockpit, overlooking the shrinking White House.

He would have preferred to fly over, but he chose to abandon it, considering his overly aggressive appearance. He might be mistaken as a hostile attack by the Atlantic fleet and cause unnecessary panic.

Think of it as a rest period after the 500m sprint.

The Major General thought so.

Just now, in the Oval Office, what the President and the Pentagon meant was that they wanted S.H.I.E.L.D to compromise temporarily and suspend the mutant housing program.

This will buy more time for the Pentagon to contact Atlantis.

Luke can see that both the White House and the military were interested in learning about a marine civilization that has existed for thousands of years.

It's like two hunters in a jungle, always studying each other before shooting.

'Atlantis' strength is much stronger than that of the U.S. It was unrealistic to expect them to be treated as indigenous people. '

The corners of Luke's mouth tugged in a sarcastic smile.

When the Pilgrims arrived in the 'new world,' they began with the idea of living in peace with the indigenous people.

But later, when a large number of immigrants arrived in the living space was crammed, and the conflict between the two sides ignited like a barrel of gunpowder, and it exploded instantly.

Today's indigenous people have already lost their land, culture, and religious beliefs.

For the top brass of the federal government, they wanted to repeat history.

Confirm whether Atlantis is hostile, then confirm whether their technological level is backward or advanced.

This is related to the strategy to be adopted later, whether it is war or diplomacy.

The President and Generals didn't want to fight. Not because they are pacifists.

Instead, there was no benefit in opening a war so rashly.

'But, what does this have to do with me?'

Luke doesn't want to look at the big picture; he doesn't have to sacrifice for the White House and the military.

The mutants are good cards to play and can be helpful in the future.

It doesn't make sense that Namor would just give a couple of warnings, then later, would obey orders honestly.

No matter how mighty Atlantis is, can it be compared with the future overlord of the universe, the three Galactic empires?

'It's kind of like two kids fighting over each other's toys. '

Luke smiled to himself when he noticed the slightest hint of displeasure within.

He knew that the Pentagon wasn't calling the White House to get the president to develop a solution.

The real purpose of the guys from the Navy Department was to put pressure on him.

Or, more accurately, to see Superman make a fool of himself.

How does a powerful Major General face a threat and warning of an unknown civilization?

If he were too tough, he would bear the responsibility of provoking a war.

Being too weak means losing the country's dignity, and it will cast a shadow over Superman's dazzling aura.

This was a difficult multiple-choice question.

'Unfortunately, only children make choices ...'

Luke smiled, took out a first-generation product promoted by SkyNet, a brick-sized mobile phone, and dialed a number.

This thing hasn't been put on the market for the time being. It is only used as a military product, provided to the various military bases and government agencies. Its civilian use will probably have to be delayed for a while.

However, the promotion work by Stark Industries was already in full swing.

Howard is a fast learner and has absorbed Luke's usual business concepts such as 'speculative hype' and 'market prep.'

Advertisements such as 'the only thing that will change the way of communication in the future,' ''the first choice for families with cars' and 'a must-have for people at the cutting edge of technology,' and so on, continuously bombarded people with marketing slogans.

Completely pack this stupid, big, black, and thick mobile phone as a high-end item that only successful people and elites could afford as if owning it would significantly enhance their status.

He had to say, the hype gimmick and false packaging tactics were very useful in any era.

Luke considers whether or not to make persistent efforts to develop such methods as 'hunger marketing' and 'fake reviews.'

Turning SkyNet's mobile phones as the light of the country and the cutting edge of technology.

'I must have chosen the wrong plotline.'

The Major General shook his head, restrained his thinking, and said to Colonel Philips on the other end of the phone, "I'm going to the Second Atlantic Fleet. Are you familiar with General Ingram?"

"You know? That's great. Tell him that I need the temporary command of the Second Fleet."

"The White House is still in the middle of a meeting, so there's no time to give orders. You call Nimitz and ask him for a favor."

"Although the relationship between the Naval Department and the War Department has always been bad, we are all acquaintances, so there is no need to make things awkward."

"..."

A few minutes later, Luke hung up.

Before searching for Wolverine, MacArthur, who took charge of the Supreme Command of Allied Powers in Japan, gave generous support.

Now it was the time to ask for the temporary command of the Second Fleet, and he wondered if Chester Nimitz would show kindness to him.

The other party is now the Chief of Naval Operations; the Atlantic Fleet participated in the Sicily landing campaign. He and Luke had a chance to meet at that time.

Later, when they returned to New York, they also attended the commendation banquet together.

'It's a pity that ... the current president isn't Roosevelt, who was more interested in nuclear weapons. '

Luke thought silently.

Bordered by the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Pacific Ocean to the west, the United States is a traditional maritime power.

This is also why the Navy had a special status and could become the number one military branch in the future.

At the end of the 19th century, the United States Naval and Military experts put forward the 'Theory of Sea Power,' which advocated establishing an off-shore naval fleet and the mastery of the sea.

They would build overseas bases and gain world hegemony.

This strategy was widely accepted, and since then, the Navy started to build battleships of over 10,000 tons and entered an unprecedented stage of accelerated development.

In particular, when Roosevelt was in power, he was determined to build a 'first-class naval fleet' and set the fantastic goal of catching up with Britain and becoming the first in the world.

A few years later, the Atlantic Fleet was formally established and went through two world wars.

It had 1.5 million troops, nearly 20,000 ships, and more than 10,000 aircraft at its peak.

'So, it's no wonder that the Army Department's people have been acting all day strangely, and frankly, it's just feeling sour. After all, they aren't as glamorous. '

Luke recalled that every time there was a meeting, many Generals from the two factions of the Pentagon went head-to-head. The scene was no different from the Irish mob fighting over territory.

The former only talks about national interests and military strategy, while the latter is about insurance coverage and street division.

'In fact, I'm now in the Army faction. Nimitz wouldn't necessarily show politeness. '

Luke crossed his fingers, thinking that the plan would have to be slightly changed if the Atlantic fleet didn't cooperate.

At the end of World War II, when Japan surrendered.

President Harry Truman wanted MacArthur, the commander in chief of the United States Army, to officiate at the surrender ceremony and sign as a representative of the Allies.

This proposal immediately aroused the intense dissatisfaction of the Navy's leading officer, Nimitz, who even publicly said that he refused to attend.

The fierce and apparent opposition forced the President to withdraw the proposal and come out to comfort. Later, they placed the signing ceremony on the battleship.

After that time, the dispute over land and sea powers in the United States was basically out in the open.

The top Generals from both sides of the faction saw each other in an unfavorable light.

'S.H.I.E.L.D, which is under the Army's leadership, provoked Atlantis and caused the loss of two Navy carriers. '

Luke mulled it over for a while, estimating that several Navy Department bigwigs would like to see him eat a loss.

'I'm not even a part of it, just an innocent observer. '

S.H.I.E.L.D will be positioned as a large organization responsible for maintaining world peace, contacting and communicating with extraterrestrial civilizations in the future.

It doesn't belong to the naval faction or the army faction at all.

'Idiotic disputes, what does it have to do with my S.H.I.E.L.D.? '

Luke grimaced, thinking that he could take this opportunity to separate S.H.I.E.L.D. from the Pentagon and save himself from being pulled back and forth and forced to side with one.

"General, we have arrived at the Second Fleet."

Hearing the pilot's reminder, Luke looked up. The aircraft carrier of the Second Fleet quietly creeps on the surface of the sea.

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