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"Major General Cavill, I have received orders from General Nimitz. Now, the fleet is all yours."
The helicopter landed on the empty deck, and Captain Bullock of the Second Fleet walked up against the strong winds from the propellers.
The Navy's chief of operations didn't disrespect Superman.
Even if the other party belonged to the Army Department, it was an excellent opportunity to make trouble.
'Show respect ... can be my mantra from now on. '
Luke took off his sunglasses and was satisfied with his relationships.
This is also a manifestation of charisma.
"The two carriers raided by the Atlanteans yesterday were the USS Lincoln and the USS Stennis."
After receiving the order, Captain Bullock cooperated with Luke's inquiry.
"According to the sailor's report, it was at 4:20 pm. The weather on the sea suddenly became terrible. Lightning and thunder, dark clouds swept over, raising tens of meters of waves."
Luke narrowed his eyes. This kind of appearance that creates a wave of ambiance and builds up the effect could be very 'Namor.'
This is similar to the scene when Magneto shows up. He can lose in a fight, but the momentum wasn't destructive.
They all belong to the expensive special effects category.
"Then a man came on deck, claiming to be the King of Atlantis, and said a bunch of nonsense that ... he didn't hear clearly."
Captain Bullock scratched his head. "At that time, the wind was blowing, and the sailors were busy taking the aircraft on the deck back to the hangar, so they ignored it."
"Then, the man got angry, and a group of tall soldiers with blue skin appeared from underwater. Their weapons were more advanced than ours. They could emit light and freeze people into ice."
"And our carbine bullets couldn't penetrate their armor."
Luke nodded. Atlantis is ahead of the current earth in science and technology, at least for this era.
However, although it is a high-tech civilization, the government system is almost as backward as Wakanda's, with a clear-cut hierarchy.
The criteria for choosing a King are, first of all, pedigree, followed by strength.
If not for the small number of royalty in Atlantis and even fewer direct bloodlines, it might not have been Namor's turn, as he is a half-blood.
"The Atlanteans quickly took control of the two aircraft carriers. Many sailors tried to resist but to no avail. The first man who went on deck, his name was Namor McKenzie. He was simply like a super-soldier; he had immense strength!"
Captain Bullock thought back to the sailors' horrified expressions and couldn't help but glance at Luke. The young Major General was a super soldier and the best one at that.
He paused and continued, "The man threw a bomber into the sea with his bare hands and destroyed the rest of the aircraft and the engines of the two aircraft carriers with a trident."
"As a result, the USS Lincoln and USS Stennis are still stranded on the surface and can't return to the shipyard for repairs."
Luke waved his hand, indicating that it was a trivial matter, and lightly said, "Captain Bullock, I will bring back the two carriers later."
An aircraft carrier is about tens of thousands of tons, so it may be a little challenging to carry it, but it wasn't a big problem to push it back as a human tugboat.
Luke's current peak strength is about 500 tons.
With full efforts, it can reach 1,000 tons.
And, this wasn't the limit.
Theoretically speaking, he grows every day.
The incredible physical data once broke Howard, who tested him. He couldn't imagine that human beings could evolve to such an extent.
Luke always remembered the shocked look in Iron Man's father's eyes. He then said to him, "You must have lived a tough life, doing everything carefully for fear of damaging those concrete walls and buildings supported by reinforced concrete."
However, he quickly broke Howard's imagination and replied, "No. The bio force field covers everything."
Then the conversation was over.
"Thank you very much, Major General Cavill."
Captain Bullock's eyebrows were knitted together. He was a little confused.
Does the young Major General standing in front of him know how to fix aircraft carrier engines?
Or is the other party prepared to fly directly to the dockyard and bring back a repair team for them?
Even if he broke his brain from thinking, this Captain wouldn't be able to guess that Luke was taking a more simple and straightforward approach.
"Captain, how many carriers are still available in the Second Fleet?"
Luke stood on the deck and instantly became the center of attention.
Sailors and pilots who heard the news stared at him with admiration and awe.
"There are three ships that can be put into service immediately."
Captain Bullock said hesitantly.
He didn't know what Luke wanted to do, but easily giving the aircraft carrier combat power to an Army Major General would always feel too risky.
If Chester Nimitz, who is the leader of the Navy Department, hadn't called the Captain, who is known for his reliability, he wouldn't have handed over the command.
"That's good. Then you ordered them to drop torpedoes on the target, the sea in the Strait of Gibraltar."
Luke's eyes flashed, determined to give Namor a good payback.
Bombing with torpedoes is probably igniting detonators in front of Atlantis' door.
Maybe it won't hurt the huge city located at the bottom of the sea, but it will undoubtedly disturb Namor, who had a bit of a temper.
"Torpedo?"
Captain Bullock was a little confused.
"Would this be effective? Don't those Atlanteans live on that sea's floor? So, torpedoes shouldn't be a threat to them."
Luke didn't say much but smiled confidently, "The plan has to be implemented to determine whether it would work or not."
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Atlantis, Poseidonia.
This is the center of the four oceans, the most sacred place for marine life.
The magnificent city stands at the bottom of the sea, retaining the mysterious aura of an ancient civilization.
The magnificent square dome is supported by large stone pillars standing tall.
Many blue-skinned Atlanteans, riding on seahorses or shuttles, form a gorgeous ribbon of light around the capital.
Under the deep sea, it wasn't as dark and cold as people thought.
Those colorful algae, or giant jellyfish, exude charming light and reflected dreamy colors.
All these things remained unseen by humans.
Through the vast film of water that enveloped Poseidonia, one enters the center of the city.
You can see a magnificent palace and many armed guards patrolling back and forth.
Powerful high-pressure water cannons were set up at various posts.
Once an outsider breaks in, he will be met with the fiercest possible firepower.
In the council chamber of the palace, Namor, holding a trident, leaned back on his throne.
His eyebrows were tightly twisted into a frown; his face revealed negative emotions such as irritability and impatience.
The many robed nobles standing at the bottom are none other than the elders of Atlantis.
They repeated the same boring rules repeatedly, and Namor, on the throne, could almost smell the rotten stench.
It was ridiculous that an ancient civilization that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years still held on to the rules and regulations set by its ancestors.
Thinking about the evolution that Mr. Shaw spoke of, Namor looked at the Council of Elders with an even more annoyed look.
"Your Majesty, we shouldn't communicate with the land world! Not to mention in a terrible way that might start a war!"
An elderly Atlantean nobleman in robes looked distressed as if Namor had done something treacherous.
"Atlantis has long adhered to the tradition of seclusion and closure! Only in this way could we better preserve ourselves and avoid unnecessary troubles."
"But! Your Majesty, you took the initiative to expose the existence of Atlantis to some mutants!"
"Even threatening war! Do you want to get your people involved in a war for a bunch of outsiders who have nothing to do with Atlantis, Your Majesty?"
Namor grunted heavily and loudly said, "Will Atlantis loses to the land world? We have far more technological power than they do and occupy 70 percent of the planet's territory!"
"Why are the Atlanteans hiding? We are more powerful than the land people, and it is they who should be afraid and bow down to us!"
There was an outcry from the robed nobles, who began to accuse Namor of being a madman without regard for the etiquette between monarchs and subjects.
Since Atlantis sank into the Atlantic Ocean, they rarely set foot on land.
On the one hand, being out of the water for too long can make Atlanteans feel very sick and even show symptoms of fainting;
On the other hand, the great disaster of the continental plate shift left a deep psychological fear in them.
"We don't need to plunder the land's territory and resources at all! War is pointless, Your Majesty!"
The robed nobleman admonished.
"Of course, it has a point. Let the people of the land know we exist, understand our strength, and worship Atlantis as a nation of gods! Isn't that enough?"
Namor's mouth picked up a cruel smile; he thought Mr. Shaw was right; the process of evolving was always accompanied by slaughter and annihilation.
Survival of the fittest, this is the law of nature!
"Your Majesty ..."
The robed nobleman wanted to say something else, but he heard a continuous explosion.
Namor, who had better hearing, frowned, and with a slight push of his legs, like a sharp arrow, rushed straight out of the palace.
He didn't want to listen to a bunch of old guys for a long time, so he just took the opportunity to leave.
Breaking through the vast film of water that protects and hides the city, Namor made his way up.
The explosion became more apparent, and the turbulent water flow formed tiny swirls of different sizes.
"Damn land people!"
Namor's anger surged up as he saw fish carcasses floating on the surface.
Boom!
Swinging his leg, he accelerated in an instant!
Namor, holding a trident, broke the surface of the water and stood in mid-air like a god!
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"I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Before Namor figured out the situation and vented his anger, a deep voice full of mockery sounded like thunder.
Boom!
The atmosphere shook with an ear-splitting bang!
Namor's pupils contracted, condensed into a needlepoint, capturing the instantaneous arrival of a tall figure.
One moment the other party is still standing on the deck; the next second, like a supersonic aircraft, a boom makes a sound of tearing the air.
Boom!
Poor Namor had just broken the surface of the water when he was smashed in the face with a powerful swinging punch.
He has never felt this way since he awakened his natural abilities and the Atlantean bloodline features in his body came to the surface.
Pain! Numb!
As if countless barrels of explosives burst open, a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, thrown out in a beautiful arc.
Namor himself was like a cannonball, hitting the sea with a fantastic splash and making a big wave.
"You ..."
Angry, Namor forgot the pain and tried to spit out a few nasty words when the tall figure approached again.
The air surged!
Luke arrived in an instant, wearing a steel armor suit.
He saw his hands clenched into a fist, like a heavy hammer.
The hammer slammed down!
The sticky wave of air was so loud that it seemed to pierce the eardrums!
On the chaotic sea, a water column ruptured as high as 10 meters.
The beaten Namor was pushed down in a straight line, sinking into the deep sea and disappearing.
"Whew! I feel much better."
Luke, who was standing in mid-air, rubbed his fist with a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He didn't have any habit of starting a fight right after greeting.
No matter who the enemy is- beat them up before talking!
On the deck of the aircraft carrier, Captain Bullock's eyelids twitched.
Even he, who is known for his composure, can't help but show a shocked expression of 'is he still human?!'
Superman's reputation is well known, and everyone has heard of his many exploits.
For example, one man fights hundreds of Aryan demons alone in Paris, flies to Berlin, ends the war, and so on.
But--
Listening to people and seeing with his own eyes were two different things!
At least Captain Bullock was still shocked when he saw Luke, who shot out from the ship like a supersonic aircraft and knocked Namor into the sea with one punch.
"I finally understand why General Nimitz should give an Army Major General some respect."
The captain said with a bitter smile.
If the Navy Department is a giant aircraft carrier, then the Army Department is a Gundam with Luke's presence.
Brock did not doubt that he could dismantle an aircraft carrier with his bare hands.
"That's Superman? He's like a fighter plane!"
"Good heavens! The super-soldier! Do you think Captain America is that strong?"
"Should be! I often read his comics! He beat up Hitler so many times!"
"..."
Sailors and pilots watched the battlefield from a distance while discussing Superman and Captain America's combat power with great interest.
They are veterans who have experienced World War II and have seen the big show.
But this was the first time for them to see in person this kind of explosive scene where Superman was fighting.
"Namor -- that's the bastard's name, right? I think he's dead."
"Who can withstand a punch like that? Major General Cavill's punch could have pierced an aircraft carrier!"
"I'll bet you five bucks and a week of deck cleaning that guy's not dead! He hasn't even taken out his trident yet!"
"..."
A group of 'pop-corn eaters' was chatting when they noticed that the sky was getting dark.
Large dark clouds covered the clear sky, and the calm sea seemed to rage, rolling up the turbulent waves.
Boom!
A figure broke through the sea surface!
Namor is back.
"You damn land people! I'll kill you!"
With a swollen nose and a swollen face, Namor is holding Neptune's Trident, and a blue electric current, like a small snake, lingered around his right arm.
The muscles on his strong arms swelled, revealing terrible strength.
At this moment, he seems to be the ruler of the seas.
His anger affected the sea.
Dark clouds piled up, lightning and thunder surged, and the day was dark as night.
The carrier, which is quite deep in the water, was pushed by wave after a wave and began to sway.
"Can you spare me those boring monologues?"
Luke curled his lips and scorned Namor, who lacked words.
He watched as several massive tornadoes rose abruptly, pulling the water with terrifying force.
Like a doomsday scene, as if the heavens and earth were collapsing, the audience watched.
As the King of Atlantis, Namor did have the power to flood New York.
"This guy has home-advantage."
Luke is thinking, as an Atlantean, Namor is very different in the sea and on land.
After setting foot on land, he must be exposed to water from time to time to survive.
If not, the physical quality and ability will gradually decline and degenerate into an ordinary person.
If dehydration lasts longer than seven days, it may kill him.
But the problem is that Namor couldn't stay in Atlantis forever.
Because he is a hybrid with normal human and Atlantean genes.
Double the physical characteristics, double the fun.
Therefore, staying in the water or anywhere on land for too long may cause an imbalance of oxygen supply and demand in Namor, resulting in emotional mania and extreme rage.
This is why he often goes looking for trouble and fights with superheroes and makes enemies, which is why he is known as the 'little prince.'
Generally speaking, his head wasn't screwed on the right -- especially when he lacked water.
"You're Superman? Humph, people on land regard you as a war hero and super-soldier -- they'll soon learn they're wrong."
Namor gripped Neptune's Trident and mobilized its power.
Dazzling lightning blasted out in a straight line.
The condensed crystal water droplets evaporated in a few moments, leaving only a faint scorching smell.
"Since ancient times ... your side has always lost."
Luke's eyes stared, slightly glowing.
The yellow sun energy surging in his body turned into a crimson light.
Boom!
The lighting and Heat Vision collided violently, sending out a powerful wave of air.
Namor's tall body, standing steadily in mid-air, suddenly shook. He couldn't help retreating.
His forehead was bursting with veins; he grasped the Trident and thrust it forward.
The dazzling electric light changed from something like a boa constrictor to a roaring dragon.
"No matter how hard you try, it's impossible to fight against losing fate."
Luke was talking calmly, but his Heat Vision didn't let up.
He is physically stronger than Namor, who can lift hundreds of tons of weight at most. Even if Namor had home advantage, it was limited.
Boom!
There was a heavy stomp, creating a heavy burst of air!
Instead of retreating, Luke moved forward.
The high-temperature energy that could evaporate flesh and blood, like a sharp sword, penetrated forward and directly knocked down Namor, who held the trident toward the air.
Silvery white electric light, like winding cracks, struck the dark sky.
Namor was thrown into the sea again, with resentment written all over his face.
With his defeat, the raging storm and the accumulation of torrential rain seem to be stagnant.
Luke tore through the massive tornado; his right arm swung out. Thousands of tons of power condensed into a single point, breaking the majestic current of the high-speed rotation.
Namor, who broke through the surface of the sea, looked as if he was torn apart.
He couldn't even hold the exclusive weapon of the King of Atlantis, Neptune's Trident.
"This guy is strong!"
The arrogant Namor finally came to his senses. Clutching his trident in both hands, a strong sense of defiance rose in his eyes.
He is the King of Atlantis, and this battle is sure to be an important one.
'I must not lose!'
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Atlantis was conservative. Rarely communicating with the outside world and resisted new things.
Especially things from the land world!
What soda water, popcorn movies ... all contraband!
They think it corrupts people's minds and has no value whatsoever.
This is one of the reasons why the system and traditions they uphold seem to be relatively backward.
The set of rules that have been passed down for thousands of years will always be out of date.
No matter how powerful civilization is, it will be weakened sooner or later if it's self-enclosed for too long.
Wakanda is the most obvious example.
As one of the most technologically advanced countries on the planet, they chose their leaders not by popular vote or by parliamentary judgment but by a brutal and straightforward challenge.
Is it impossible to say that a Wakandan who couldn't fight couldn't be a qualified King?
There is no connection between personal strength and one's own ability.
Through this, we can see that the long isolation allowed the Wakanda people, who were sitting on vibranium veins and didn't have to worry about developing resources, to remain in the tribal period in terms of their knowledge of governing.
Namor, who grew up in a slum and went to live on land, hated the rules and regulations of Atlantis.
In his view, a nation that judged superiority and inferiority by clothing and lineage was essentially no different from the slavery dynasties in history books.
Backward, brutal, ignorant of progress!
When Namor became king, he wanted to lead his people into the future, abolish ancient traditions, and make Atlantis great again!
Unfortunately, the noblemen of the Council of Elders constantly interfered and obstructed him.
"I will pass Neptune's test and prove my bravery! At that time, no one will oppose my opinion!"
Namor raised the trident, and the dazzling surrounded his whole body, like wearing mighty armor. His low momentum rose again.
Thunder rumbled through the dark clouds, emitting an ear-splitting roar.
"I will once again prove to the people of Atlantis that the King is powerful!"
Namor seemed to hear the warm cheers from Poseidonia, the capital of Atlantis.
That was a chant for the warriors!
Blue-skinned Atlanteans respected the strong and believed that only brave warriors could conquer the ocean and gain the gods' favor.
This was also part of why Namor was able to rise to the throne above all others.
Otherwise, the mere fact that his bloodline wasn't pure and that his skin color differed significantly from his people would have wholly disqualified him from competing for the throne.
The black people in Wakanda would never choose a white person as King unless royal blood flowed in him.
From a genetic point of view, the probability is minimal.
"He can fly and is more powerful than me -- the only way to gain victory is to summon a more powerful helper!"
Namor, who accepted the defeat, took out another artifact belonging to the King.
Horn of Proteus!
This heavy horn wrapped in pure white gold ornaments can summon ancient creatures deep in the ocean.
Whroo! Whroo!
Loud and desolate trumpets resounded through the sea.
The invisible waves spread out, releasing some kind of unique signal that immediately woke up the vast sea monster sleeping in the deep sea.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In the Atlantic Ocean, giant tentacles, tens of meters long, set off huge waves.
"It's the Kraken!"
Deep in Poseidonia palace, the capital of Atlantis, the nobles were watching the battle.
"It seems that Namor has been driven to desperation by the land dweller. He didn't hesitate to use the Horn of Proteus to awaken the sleeping Kraken!"
"Every time the Kraken wakes up, it would look for food. We'll have to prepare for another sacrifice day!"
"Humph, not even a land dweller could beat it -- This is the great King of Atlantis, our noble-hearted King!"
"..."
The robed noblemen deliberated and continued to watch the battle through a mirrored layer of water.
Kraken, also known as The Deep-Sea Monster, is a giant sea monster that dwells off the coasts of Greenland.
Typically lurking at the bottom of the deep sea, it will occasionally come to the surface to attack passing ships and prey on large marine animals such as whales.
Many sailors used the Kraken's body as a 'small island' to rest and lived on in ancient times.
Until the sea monster dived, they became food and were buried at sea.
It is one of the guardians of Atlantis, and like the giant whale Giganto, it obeyed the call from the Horn of Proteus.
"I never thought there would be such a strong person among the land people."
A robed nobleman looked at Superman, who had forced Namor into a disadvantageous position and couldn't help but grunt softly.
The existence of Atlantis is even older than the Sumerian civilization, the oldest known human society.
So, naturally, they didn't think very highly of the so-called land people.
"It's all about whether Namor gets the final victory or not! If he fails, then -- as a hybrid! What other qualifications does he have to sit on the throne?"
Another robed nobleman laughed mockingly.
"I am ashamed at the thought of groveling to a bastard and addressing him as Your Majesty!"
The Council of Elders looked at each other, but they didn't reprimand the treacherous words.
"Namor is too impulsive, not stable enough, and he isn't fit to be a king."
The most respected robed nobleman gave the final word and said, "If he loses to a land dweller, it proves that the God of the Sea has abandoned him. A King who has lost his favor is not worthy of loyalty."
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"If you can't win, you call a helper?"
Luke laughed softly as his eyes let out a hot, unparalleled high-temperature beam.
The Kraken is almost 150 meters long, like an enlarged version of the Giant Squid.
A dozen powerful tentacles, enough to entangle the carriers parked in the distance and overturn them.
Considering the safety of Captain Bullock and the others, Luke used Heat Vision to cut off a vast tentacle that was coming at him.
Rip!
The crimson beam slices through!
The giant tentacle of the Kraken was cut off at the hip.
In pain, the Kraken emitted an ear-splitting wail that shook the eardrum.
The remaining tentacles were like mountains, wrapped in terrifying power. Smashing the air and sweeping in!
Luke unleashes his bio force field, creating a solid barrier to block the ferocious, powerful thrusts!
Boom!
Like a baseball hit with full force, he flew backward in an instant.
Under the gloomy sky, the dark red cloak left a blurry line of shadow.
A silver lightning bolt tore through the sky. Luke stabilized himself with a deep breath and swooped down like a fighter plane.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Heavy explosions resounded in the air. Under the sudden acceleration, the dark red residual shadow broke through the sound barrier and traced a beautiful arc.
A fist slammed into the huge, soft head of the Kraken, sending the sea monster underwater.
Immediately afterward, strong arms bursting with power wrapped around a tentacle and pulled hard!
"Grilled, sashimi, or baked...? Let's just grill it!"
Luke wondered about how to cook it while looking down and releasing Heat Vision.
The high-temperature beams that could vaporize flesh and blood, like a dazzling red sword, slashed down!
Hiss, hiss!
The waves lapping at the sea surface instantly evaporated and dried up, emitting a large cloud of white mist.
The frantic struggle of a dozen giant tentacles, as if its strength was suddenly taken away, went limp and slippery.
"Do you have any other tricks?"
He opened his arms and let the tentacle go. Luke's indifferent eyes swept over the colossal corpse floating on the surface of the sea.
Then, he looked at the dumbfounded Namor.
He had to say that the strength of the opposition was strong enough to rank among the top powers of the Earth.
Especially when there was home-advantage and the artifact bonus.
But it's a pity that he met Superman.
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In a U-shaped submarine hidden underwater, the people of the Hellfire Club watched the battlefield through a periscope.
"Shaw, what should we do next? Namor is not Superman's opponent."
The young White Queen asked, clasping her hands to her chest and turning her head sideways.
"At this point, we have to acknowledge the fact. Luke Cavill, the army's Major General, is stronger than the mutant Atlantean."
"I really wonder if he's a human!"
Sebastian was so angry that he couldn't maintain his usual demeanor and cursed, "Namor isn't weak, and he chose the Atlantic Ocean as the battleground. Coupled with the summoned Kraken, he's still no match for Superman!?"
The more he talks, the angrier he gets. He wants to smash his fist through the periscope and completely erase the dark red cloak from his sight.
"Does it mean that this guy is unbeatable?"
Sebastian's face was blue, unwilling to accept the reality.
If Superman is without weakness, he will be the most powerful humanoid being on Earth.
So, what are mutants?
The 'perfect race theory' that he believes in has turned into nothing more than empty words!
"Shaw, are we going to give up on him?"
Riptide asked suspiciously.
Hellfire Club and Atlantis weren't completely tied to the same boat yet.
If he wanted to get out this time, he could still do it!
"No, no! Namor is a very useful chess piece. Emma was able to implant the psychological suggestion of 'trusting the mutant' in him, so I can't just throw him away."
Sebastian waved his hand and said seriously, "Riptide, you go and protect Namor! Emma, you tell him to withdraw as soon as possible."
"If we can't beat Superman, then let's go to war! Let Atlantis and the land world consume each other!"
The White Queen nodded and placed her finger near her temple as if activating a switch, communicating with Namor in the distance.
"Run away? The King of Atlantis will never be a coward who runs away!"
Namor's answer was straightforward and frank.
"A foolhardy idiotic man."
The White Queen was speechless for a while and relayed the message to Sebastian Shaw.
"Forget it! Take him away by force!"
Sebastian clenched his teeth.
He had seen how Superman killed the three "battleship-class" from Berlin in Paris.
The young Major General didn't hesitate to kill his enemies.
Apart from the Black King Sebastian Shaw, the White Queen, and Riptide, there was a new face in the command cabin.
"Riptide, you stay here and create a storm! Kenneth, you take me up there and get Namor out of here in the chaos!"
'If only there were no Superman in this world!' Sebastian's eyes gleamed with hatred.
"Yes, Mr. Shaw."
Kenneth, the new face, nodded his head.
Like the Azazel, he is a mutant with obvious traits.
He has a pair of white wings on his back. He can soar in the sky, just like an angel.
Kenneth, who is known as 'Angel', is stronger than Namor.
When his body changed, not only did he grow wings, but his bones also became hollow, and his eyes had the dynamic vision of birds of prey.
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On the surface of the sea.
The battle continues.
After exhausting all means, Namor still failed to recover from the disadvantage and refused the White Queen's suggestion to escape.
His right hand swung the trident, and his body accelerated violently, rushing high into the air.
The blazing electric light was like a cannonball!
Luke didn't dodge and directly smashed that mass of high-temperature lightning.
"Ready to fight in close quarters?"
He asked with a grin.
With Sabretooth and Wolverine as human sandbags, Luke had already incorporated Deathstroke's 'Master Assassin' skills into his consciousness.
To be honest, all kinds of combat skills and firearms knowledge could be memorized by only trying a couple of times for him, who had a super brain.
But for the experience in battle and slaying from Deathstroke, the rich experience accumulated is a valuable treasure that needs to be digested slowly.
Completely mastering and absorbing all of this allowed Luke to earn the equivalent of six skill cards.
Now, it's time to test the results.
A heavy fist that rips through the airwaves smashing the trident into a halt.
Buzz! Buzz!
Neptune's Trident, made by the hands of the best craftsmen in Atlantis and using the strongest materials, shook so violently that it almost flew out of Namor's hands.
"I am the holder of 100 consecutive victories in the Atlantis Arena!"
Namor gripped the trident. Two majestic streams of water spinning at high speed, like a tangled Naga serpent, bombarded the unarmed Luke.
The huge impact knocked Superman back a distance.
"Well, then I'm the winner with the highest rating, the most damage dealt, and the most headcount -- and probably the most casualties -- of any World War II battle."
Luke curled his mouth and replied in Namor's own tone.
He stomped heavily in the air. The air violently rippled in a circle, visible to the naked eye.
Concentrating on capturing the moving trajectory of the dark red shadow, Namor waved his trident and swayed like the wind.
The transparent water that swirled at high speed turned into a solid wall.
He tried to block Luke's attack.
Unfortunately, it had no effect!
Luke hit the wall of the water with a hard flying kick.
Boom!
The terrifying force scattered the high-speed spinning seawater.
Namor raised his trident, laced with electricity, and slammed it down with great force.
"The level in the arena in Atlantis isn't that good."
Luke caught it with a quick hand and drove an elbow into Namor's face.
The original swollen nose and face suddenly faced another impact.
"My ..."
Before Namor could react, Luke snatched the trident, the symbol of Atlantis' kingship, with his bare hands.
"It's my turn."
Luke, the villain who beat Namor up and stole his weapon, laughed graciously.
"Eat this!"
The Neptune's trident, forged from the cold iron of the deep sea, is one of the King of Atlantis' sets. It directly pierced Namor through the heart.
"For a manic patient like you, reasoning would definitely be useless."
In fact, he didn't want to kill the Sea King of his own world. Luke sighed.
If they could communicate normally, they could recruit these people into S.H.I.E.L.D. and form a copycat version of the Justice League.
Unfortunately, Namor wasn't really a good person to team up with.
He was more like an annoying person who never grew up and loved to go around, robbing people of their weapons and finances and speak big words in public, opening his mouth to trap himself.
"So~, there's someone else?"
Seeing that the sea suddenly rolled up with a storm, Luke pulled out the trident running through Namor's chest and carried the other person by the neck in his other hand.
Atlantean's strong life force allowed him to continue to breathe and retain a glimmer of life.
"Sebastian Shaw, I've got you."
Luke swept his 'super vision' across the sea and caught a glimpse of a white figure rising to the sky.
A flying mutant?
A middle-aged man was also held below him.
Luke, who had seen a photo, immediately recognized that it was Sebastian Shaw.
"Watch out for his attacks."
Sebastian warned.
Kenneth, flying at high speed with open wings, was like a speeding glider, approaching Superman in mid-air.
"You want to take Namor away?"
Luke chuckled.
Red beams of light burst out from his eyes.
Boom!
The high-temperature energy that evaporated everything hit the bird in mid-air.
In the nick of time, Kenenth followed instructions and raised Mr. Shaw, who held onto him with both hands as a shield, to deflect the terrifying Heat Vision.
"Back at you!"
Sebastian, unharmed, raised his hand to release the absorbed energy.
Luke, who swooped down at an amazing speed, was directly hit by Heat Vision, which bounced back.
His right hand released the dying Namor and left him behind.
"Quickly!"
After catching Namor and achieving his goal, Sebastian decisively ran away.
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"Namor, forget it, forget it ... you can get the weapon back later!"
Sebastian dragged Namor, who was dying and kept mumbling 'Trident,' back to the submarine.
"Get the Atlanteans on the line. We can't stop Superman!"
He shook Namor, who had a sad look in his eyes, and told the boy to wake up and stop thinking about Neptune's Trident.
The depth limit of the submarine is 320 meters, so it might not be able to escape Superman's eyesight.
When the time came, if he caught up, members of the Hellfire Club, who had no natural ability to breathe underwater, may face the end of the group.
"Mr. Shaw, you're right."
Realizing the threat of death, Namor temporarily puts aside his beloved trident.
The weapon means as much to him as the Mjölnir Hammer does to Thor, and it carries with it an inseparable feeling.
"I'll get it back -- back to Atlantis first."
Covering his bleeding chest, the young King obeyed his inner will and emitted a special sound that called out to the creatures of the deep.
"You seem to have been left behind, my friend."
Luke, caught off guard by the Heat Vision, looked at the tornadoes rotating at high speed on the sea and stirred up a smile on his lips.
"Sebastian Shaw had escaped with Namor."
Riptide, who had somehow been left behind, froze for a moment and found the submarine had disappeared.
This is wrong!
Isn't my task to interfere with Superman's vision and create chaos?
Where is everyone?
All of them ran away?
How could such an obvious submarine disappear so quickly?
A series of question marks emerged from Riptide's head. His high-speed rotating body suddenly stopped.
The young mutant, who just reacted, directly manipulated the airflow to form a whirlwind that carried him away quickly.
It would be a fool's errand to stay and fight Superman!
"You want to leave now? Too late."
Luke held the trident in his hand and narrowed his eyes to confirm the target.
Just like throwing a javelin, it shot out in a straight line.
Whoosh!
The atmosphere exploded.
A golden shadow, like a flash of lightning, directly hit Riptide, who was running away.
"I'll consider this as finding experimental material for Dr. Trask."
Luke dived down and caught Riptide, who was skewered by the trident.
"Don't let me down, Sebastian Shaw. With your ability to make things happen, you should have no problem creating a war."
The young Major General stood at the surface of the sea and looked down.
The U-shaped submarine drifted underwater, but the command module was empty.
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Atlantis, Poseidonia.
Namor, who was seriously injured, climbed out of the large nutrition pool.
He had been in a coma for 4 hours, and his naked body was covered in the sticky nano-dissolving solution.
The ferocious wound on his chest healed initially, with only a slight feeling of dull pain.
The thought of his beloved trident falling into the hands of a landlubber, being played with, touched, and used, made Namor angry.
"Your Majesty, your injury hasn't fully healed, don't get agitated."
The medical officer advised.
Neptune's Trident is an artifact from Atlantis and a symbol of kingship.
The surface is engraved with magical runes that influence the weather and will cause electric shock damage when it strikes a person.
Even Namor, who is far superior in physical quality and extremely strong in vitality, was almost killed instantly.
"Where are my invited guests?"
Namor ignored the medical officer, frowned, and asked.
"They ... are staying in the water prisons."
The medical officer replied hesitantly.
"Elder Raman said that they were land people and had to be watched as they entered Atlantis as intruders."
Namor grimaced and said nothing.
With anger rising, there was also an obvious pain in his chest.
"Take me to the water prisons."
He squeezed the words out between his gritting teeth.
Twenty minutes later, the Hellfire Club, wearing breathing equipment, appeared in the Assembly Hall.
Namor leaned back on his throne and looked down on the robed nobles from above.
"You imprisoned my compatriots, my guests, and claimed that it was for the safety of Atlantis."
His tone was cold, tinged with a trace of anger.
"Yes, Your Majesty. Over the years, no land people had ever set foot in our country, let alone entered the capital Poseidonia and stood in the Assembly Hall."
A robed nobleman raised his head and spoke without fear.
"This is a violation of tradition and an overreach. The elders couldn't just stand by and watch you make a mistake, so they stopped it -- it was our duty as well."
Namor pursed his lips. His eyes became even colder.
He lost Neptune's Trident, which shook his unstable throne.
Namor, whose emotions fluctuate violently, suppressed his inner anger and slowly said, "I am the King of Atlantis. And yet my subjects don't give half the respect I deserve, is that not a kind of overreach?"
"Your Majesty, in the history of Atlantis, there has never been a mixed-race King, and there has never been a King who lost his trident and escaped a battle."
Another noble stood up.
When the layer of respect between ruler and subject was removed, all that remained was naked contempt and rejection.
"Very good."
The angry Namor stood up and loudly said,
"Because I don't have blue skin like yours, I am regarded as a 'bastard' and an 'outsider.' Even the teachers in charge of royal education were unwilling to talk to me, and the high priest even advised my grandfather to expel me."
"My mother, a royal princess, lived a luxurious life since childhood. To protect me, she had to hide in the slum, suffering from the environment and cruel life."
"I have been ridiculed and bullied more than any of you since I was a child. They have taught me to keep my distance from other people to avoid getting hurt, and they have shown me that humanity is terrible, which has nothing to do with color and race."
"You're not noble. Atlanteans are no different from land dwellers; they are as narrow and selfish ... Ah no, land-dwellers at least know how to study."
"When they were still drilling for fire, Atlantis was already studying the use of ocean resources, but now they are learning to control nuclear energy, and you are still stuck in the tradition of 10,000 years ago, clinging to it."
"What ancestral rules.?! You're just scared by the gods and immortals, so we hide at the bottom of the sea and dare not go out."
Namor walked down the steps as he spoke.
"Your Majesty, do you know what you are talking about?"
A robe aristocrat asked angrily.
"Of course, I know."
Namor covered his chest and coughed twice.
His other hand quickly reached out and lifted the other person.
"You may not know, but the color I hate most is blue!"
Crack!
His five fingers closed together, and his arm swelled with power.
The robed aristocrat's neck tilted to one side and his eyes wide open. At his dying breath, he still couldn't believe that Namor would take action against him.
"Look how stupid it is. Kings can't execute nobles ... Take these rules with you to the God of the Sea."
Namor laughed sarcastically and began an unprecedented slaughter.
Those guards outside heard the sound and broke into the council chamber, but they could only stare in disbelief.
Because according to the rules, any actions against the King were equivalent to rebellion.
Sebastian, as a bystander, had a satisfied smile on his face while wearing the breathing device.
He glanced quietly at the White Queen and spoke in a voice only she could hear, "Well done."
The latter was calm as if she hadn't done anything.
Hatred blinded Namor's eyes. If he could calm down and think carefully:
With the strength of the Hellfire Club, could Atlantis soldiers put them in jail?
Moreover, if the robed noblemen of the Council of Elders wanted to turn against them, they should have created a public outcry to draw a public opinion.
Instead of provoking the King without any preparation.
A few minutes later, when the massacre was over, the bodies of aristocrats and nobles were lying in the hall.
Sebastian asked in a deep voice, "Your Majesty, what should we do next?
Wiping the blood from his hands, Namor felt like he had laid down a big stone weighing on his heart, and his whole body became much lighter.
He went up the steps and took the throne, saying a word for word, "War. Give the land world a war."
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Washington, D.C., S.H.I.E.L.D Headquarters Building.
"This is the trident that can manipulate the weather and set off a tsunami?"
Like a curious baby, Howard stared at the golden trident on the table, his eyes full of interest.
"Its energy readings fluctuate greatly and are very unstable. It seems like a bomb that could detonate at any time. About the change in readings ... the trident's energy source... It should be relying on the strange words inscribed on the surface. Like solar panels, they absorb energy. Then, guided by complex circuits to the top."
Howard took a self-made energy reading machine and scanned the trident isolated in a solid glass layer.
If Luke hadn't specifically told him not to touch at will before he left, he would have set out to study it.
The weapons tycoon is always enthusiastic about new things.
The temporary silence of the Tesseract has left Howard without a target in the short term.
Namor's golden trident is a great new option.
"Luke said it was attached with ... magic power. It's very dangerous."
Carter reminded him.
"Magic ... haha, that's just another manifestation of science."
As a gifted scientist, Howard is undoubtedly a staunch materialist.
He doesn't believe that there were magicians, witches, vampires, and werewolves in this world.
Those were fantastical creatures imagined by third-rate writers, satisfying people's longing for the unknown.
"I once thought so until Luke told me that under the surface of the world, there was a magical society in which sorcerers and demons coexisted, and werewolves and vampire clans coexisted."
Carter shrugged her shoulders.
As the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D, she was naturally entitled to know the existence of the Temple of the Three and the Karma Taj.
Besides, she saw Luke conjure up a fireball out of thin air.
This led Carter to wonder if the rumor that Superman and many female warlocks have a 'super friendly relationship' was true.
Luke, who originally wanted to explain what magic is, ended up smearing his image.
He had to affirm that he wasn't a demon hunter repeatedly, no scars on his face, wouldn't be stabbed to death by a pitchfork, and wouldn't jump from a height of 3 meters and then fall to his death.
"If you have the opportunity, you can let him take you to see it and satisfy your curiosity."
Hearing Carter says this, Howard felt dubious.
Although he often makes fun of Luke by calling him a warlock pile driver, he never thought that any kind of horned, flaming Aryan demon, scantily clad, glamorous, and charming female warlock existed.
But if he had to choose, he would like the former to be false and the latter to be true.
"I'd like to see what a female warlock who plays with other people's emotions and indulges in carnal pleasures looks like."
Howard said with a slight hum and a straight face.
It's almost like writing 'Come, seduce me; I'm easily seduced by women,' on his forehead.
Carter rolled her eyes. She didn't want to get involved in this topic.
She swept a glance at the trident surrounded by electricity and said in an agitated tone, "I have to organize the information on Atlantis; you'd better not touch it. I don't want to wait for Luke to come back and find that S.H.I.E.L.D's chief research consultant has turned into a lump of charcoal."
Carter knew perfectly well that every time Howard discovered something new, he couldn't help but want to study it.
Moreover, he had that 'too bold he could die' aggressiveness.
Before S.H.I.E.L.D. had been reorganized, it was called the Strategic Science Reserve.
This gifted and intelligent weapons tycoon was almost killed because he was testing the energy equilibrium of the Tesseract.
"I am not a brat who's ready to make a mess when my parents aren't home."
Howard curled his lips and acted as if he didn't care.
"The Tesseract is my best toy, and this pitchfork is only the second best."
"Is that right? Why do I hear that your research on the Tesseract is going nowhere, and you're moving on to other projects? "
In the face of Carter's relentless breakdown, Howard's face was a bit embarrassed.
Since the Tesseract was motionless and unresponsive, it only looked like a cold block of steel.
Howard, who lost interest at the moment, had gone through building a nuclear reactor.
To do so, he and Luke teamed up and pulled another wave of funding from the budget committee.
The councilors who usually held onto their money bags and refused to let go of them easily were now scared when they heard S.H.I.E.L.D. 's name.
There's no way out; they didn't have a single drop left.
"By the way, where's Luke? Where did he go?"
Howard digressed and solemnly said, "To be honest, I've recently become interested in marine biology."
Carter gave the other party a blank look. 'You, interested in marine biology?'
It was obvious that he was bored and wanted to do something interesting!
Luke told her a long time ago that Howard was an adventurous and unusual guy at heart.
Only scientific research could make him tolerate loneliness a little, but nothing else, not even women.
After all, it is a Stark family tradition for men to change their bed partners more often than their clothes before getting married.
"At this time, Luke should be in the White House."
Carter tossed her hair and whispered, "This isn't over yet. The emergence of a marine civilization is enough to spark a heated debate around the world."
"Testing, inquiring, collecting information ... Faced with an unknown civilization, each country pulls out all the stops. Moreover, Luke defeated Namor McKenzie and proved the power of the land world through a battle, but this doesn't mean that Atlantis would choose peaceful coexistence."
"In any case, we're all ready for war. From now on, S.H.I.E.L.D. will be busy."
Howard scratched his head, thinking about the war between marine civilization and the land world. Then Stark Industries will receive another wave of orders, won't it?
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White House, Oval Office.
The couch was filled with people. The President, the Chief of Staff, the generals from the Pentagon, the head of the FBI ...
If a missile fell from the sky and destroyed everyone here, the country would be instantly paralyzed.
"This mess was caused by S.H.I.E.L.D. They searched everywhere for mutant freaks and also made a Weapon X program to pull in those dangerous elements to perform various tasks ... which led to the later events."
Edgar Hoover of the FBI took the lead in speaking out. The President called them here to discuss how to deal with Atlantis.
The King of that marine civilization, Namor-McKenzie, a mutant, is doing this to get justice for his compatriots. This is a legitimate reason and nothing to be condemned."
"So, I think we can compromise appropriately, for example, by ending the S.H.I.E.L.D. recruitment and housing program for mutants, which will give the United States a chance to breathe. I'm sure no one here wants another war."
Hoover's analysis was clear-headed. He looked at the frowning President and continued, "We won't get any benefits in this war. First of all, there will be resistance among the people. World War II had just ended. Who would want to carry a gun and fight a bunch of marine people?"
"Secondly, we still don't know Atlantis' military strength. However, judging from the strength demonstrated by Namor McKenzie, it shouldn't be any worse. They can live underwater, make tsunamis and hurricanes. If the battlefield is on the sea surface, the carrier fleet would naturally be in a weaker position and could only be beaten passively."
The Admirals of the Navy Department nodded their heads. The two carriers of the Atlantic fleet were defenseless against the surprise attack from Atlantis.
The blue-skinned undersea people were like smaller, stealthier micro-submarines, unpredictable and hard to look out for.
The vast expanse of the sea is their territory.
"However, Major General Cavill defeated Namor McKenzie, the Atlantean who had threatened the lives of more than 7 million people in New York with a tsunami, and was defeated."
A senior officer of the Army Department said.
"Since ancient times, there has never been a compromise by the victor! I am opposed to any idea put forward by people wanting to surrender."
Hoover looked sullen and said coldly, "General, no one said to surrender ..."
"Before a war begins, you want to settle the conflict by compromise. This is surrendering! If we take a step back, there will be a second step. Do we have to raise the white flag directly in the face of threats and aggression like the French?"
A Senior military officer belonging to the Army Department spoke without mercy.
This serious accusation made the office a little more heated.
Seeing the FBI boss being blasted, the Navy Department stepped up to the plate and began choosing sides.
"Anyway, Director Hoover is right. S.H.I.E.L.D causes trouble with Atlantis. The Atlantic Fleet lost two aircraft carriers, Anna Maria Island was hit by a tsunami, and we suffered heavy losses, and someone needs to take responsibility for that."
"Haha, you must have forgotten who pushed the USS Lincoln and the USS Stennis back to the dock."
A bigwig from the Army Department said sarcastically, "Without Major General Cavill, the Atlantic fleet would have lost more than just the two carriers, and we might even have lost our sea position and been forced to retreat home. At that time, your Navy will have to face disbandment in the end."
"What a joke! If the Navy is disbanded, what future does the country have? What can your Army do to expand the country and fight for its interests and influence ...?"
A big man in a white uniform retorted.
"Motherfucker! When I was in World War I, your Navy was still following behind the Brit's ass!"
The number of opposing people continued to grow, with a clear line between white and green uniforms, pushing Hoover directly to one side.
The quarrel in the office was getting louder and louder. Seeing that the Navy Department and the War Department were rolling up their sleeves, ready to fight with their fists, the President coughed twice while covering his face and banged on the table.
"You are all soldiers of the United States; how could you have no regard for decency and act like street thugs! The issue of accountability for the Atlantis incident has passed."
The President acted as a mediator to stop the confrontation from continuing.
"Major General Cavill prevented Namor's plan of flooding New York, which wasn't only without fault, but also with credit. According to him, Atlantis could set off a tsunami with the trident held by the King. The weapon has been seized and kept in S.H.I.E.L.D, which is not a threat for the time being."
"What we are talking about now is how to deal with the existence of Atlantis. The Pentagon knows nothing about it, and the only information it has is from S.H.I.E.L.D."
"Whether it's war or peace, there should be a plan."
Hoover, who was scolded before, sprang up, and said with a twinkle in his eye, "Mr. President, with all due respect, to improve the efficiency of intelligence work, S.H.I.E.L.D. should share information with the FBI and the CIA; only through sincere cooperation can information errors be reduced."
"Haha, Director Hoover, to improve the fertility rate of Americans, why don't you share your mistress with everyone ... and cooperate sincerely? "
The vulgar words of the Army Department caused a great burst of laughter; even the Navy Department didn't hold back.
In the oval office, there was a lively atmosphere.
Thus, when quarreling, speaking cheekily was generally effective.
Hoover turned red with anger and resisted the urge to swear, saying, "This is the White House. General, you should pay attention to your words."
When did the head of the FBI suffer such injustice?
"Yes, gentlemen, keep your manners."
The President, who was holding back his laughter, stepped forward to intervene.
"Director Hoover is also committed to public service and wants to increase access to intelligence, so there' s nothing wrong with that. It's just that S.H.I.E.L.D is responsible for unusual events, mutants, Atlantis, and so on and must ensure confidentiality."
S.H.I.E.L.D, as well as the Director, have proven their value.
Faced with the threat of Atlantis, the United States relies more on Superman.
As for the FBI?
They should just go to a safer place and just stay there.
"Mr. President, Major General Cavill has arrived."
The ivory phone on the table rang when the group couldn't come up with anything yet.
The President sat up straight and wiped his glasses.
Those generals who had been quarreling with each other just now had also tidied up their messy military uniforms and showed a steady appearance.
Half a minute later, the tall figure pushed open the door and walked into the oval office.
"Gentlemen, there's a war coming."
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"Major General, you have worked hard."
When Luke pushed the door in and stepped on the blue carpet in the oval office, the President's face was filled with a kind smile.
The intimate greeting, as if Luke is his own son, reveals a doting father-like tone.
A few hours earlier, the young man with the title of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, and Major General of the Army, pushed two damaged carriers back to the large dock at Norfolk Naval Base with his bare hands.
The scene was spectacular!
The sailors who witnessed it called it a miracle!
Before that, no one had ever thought that a flesh and blood body could move an aircraft carrier weighing tens of thousands of tons.
It's like an ant trying to push a big tree, an impossible fantasy.
Captain Bullock, who has always been famous for his composure, was stunned. If the Allies have such super-soldiers, how did those bastards in the Axis survive?
The massive starrier and the small figure formed a huge contrast. Thus, creating a sense of power, causing everyone to hold their breath and were too afraid to make a sound.
It was not until the USS Lincoln was in motion that the enthusiastic cheers and applause broke out.
Afterward, Nimitz, the Navy commander, heard the news and joked that there was no need for the country to invest huge sums of money each year in nuclear energy research and engage in a covert competition with the Soviets.
Compared with the atomic bomb, Superman, who can strike accurately and cause extensive damage, is more suitable as a strategic weapon with deterrent power.
The President agreed with this.
Unfortunately for him, the launch button for Superman, unlike the atomic bomb, wasn't in his own hands.
"I only made a modest contribution."
Luke said a few words and walked over to his desk.
After beating Namor hard and pushing the aircraft carrier by hand, his reputation rose slightly.
It's easier to make a big splash than to keep a low profile.
Colonel Philips hired a private photographer for him, for the scene of pushing the aircraft carrier. Later, it was the USS Stennis' turn, so they took a lot of pictures.
By tomorrow morning, Luke will be dominating all the headlines in the New York papers.
"The threat from Atlantis doesn't end there. Namor McKenzie holds a certain amount of hatred towards humans."
Instead of squeezing into the large sofa occupied by the Pentagon Generals, the Major General pulled out a high-backed chair and sat down.
For Superman, the amount of exercise to push the aircraft carrier with bare hands was almost equal to the average person's twenty bench presses.
He still felt a little tired.
"Major General Cavill, are you warning us to be prepared for war?"
The President looked solemn, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and whispered, "What should the Pentagon do next?"
The red bear on the Siberian plains was already causing enough headaches.
The emergence of an ancient Atlantean civilization is a disaster!
Although it is said that the 21st-century bald-headed eagle liked to stir up trouble and intervene in other countries' politics through the threat of force.
However, that is based on their own military strength and overseas branch operations everywhere.
The world landscape is now gradually shifting to two poles.
The prologue of the Cold War has begun to take shape.
There was still a long way to go before the age of dominance of a single country and a superpower.
"I am just an ordinary General who hasn't mentioned anything. For such professional questions, the President should ask the Generals here."
Luke made a modest expression and waved his hand,
"They are all experienced and outstanding Generals who have experienced World War I and World War II and have a profound understanding of the situation of the war and the various tactics of the air, land, and sea. How is it my turn to express my views? "
The President, who was holding his forehead in his hand, took a deep breath; he didn't know what to say.
He had to turn his attention to the Generals from the Pentagon, who were all silent, with no sign of their high intensity from the quarrel earlier.
They don't even know the exact location of Atlantis, let alone how to fight it.
No matter how much money was invested in the aircraft carrier budget, it would be vain to encounter Atlantis, a marine civilization.
"Major General Cavill, S.H.I.E.L.D has a certain degree of understanding of the people at the bottom of the sea."
The President, who was being tossed around like a ball, had no choice but to look again at the young General sitting across from him, "You will be the commander of the upcoming war; this responsibility is yours."
With a smug expression on his face, Luke said, "How can I, an unmeritorious General, take up such an important task? Wouldn't that mean that the Generals are incompetent? What's more, the efficiency of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s work is far less than that of the FBI under Director Hoover, whose leadership skills and strategic vision are far superior to mine."
Edgar Hoover, who played the role of a small transparent person since Luke arrived, immediately became the focus of the entire room.
The FBI bigwig said, "No, no. Major General Cavill must be joking."
"Sir, part of the reason for this incident with Atlantis is S.H.I.E.L.D. But ultimately, my ability is still limited."
With a sincere face, Luke continued, "I have done some deep self-reflection and have decided to step aside as S.H.I.E.L.D's Director. The next intelligence work can be handed over to Director Hoover, who has always had a reputation as the top agent, making many successful apprehensions of Soviet spies. I believe that he will soon be able to find Atlantis."
Hoover, who was sitting in the corner, was restless. He was now regretting it, very remorseful.
Why did he mess with S.H.I.E.L.D?
Feeling the various eyes focused on him, Hoover decisively and bitterly said from the heart, "Those are all false rumors. The FBI's ability to do its job has been lacking, far less than that of S.H.I.E.L.D. under Major General Cavill."
The President nodded in agreement.
At this time, of course, they need to be close to the person who could solve the problem.
Although Major General Cavill always asks for funds and doesn't do things properly, making people feel a little stifled.
But when it comes to critical moments, he can demonstrate good use.
"Major General, since Secretary Hoover has said so, you are still in charge of the war plan for Atlantis. The command of the Pentagon will also be transferred to you."
The President gave the final word, fearing that the other party would refuse.
"That's fine. Alas, I am a mediocre army MajorGeneral ..."
Luke smiled, seemingly helpless, and reluctantly accepted this appointed task.
No way, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!
"In that case, I would like to say a few words to do my job better, to carry out actions, and to confirm my credibility. I think we should separate S.H.I.E.L.D from the Pentagon."
The Major General, who held power, spoke eloquently as if he had a plan.
"Atlantis isn't a small country. It has a long history, profound background, and military strength to be reckoned with. As you can see, Namor alone is enough to flatten the Second Fleet in the Atlantic Ocean."
"Ordinary weapons, and ordinary soldiers, can hardly threaten Atlantis. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D must recruit more people. Only a strong enough team can cope with an even more terrible crisis!"
"..."
The young Major General, who said that his ability was limited and difficult for him to take on the big job, gave 23 detailed and specific guidelines, dumbfounding the President and the Generals.
It feels like it was written in advance and memorized!
"--The above is my little, insignificant personal opinion."
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"Major General Cavill, do you have anything to add?"
After listening to the long speech, the President's brain was a bit inflated, and he asked subconsciously.
He didn't expect Luke to prepare so well, just like an examiner who prepared the answer in advance and filled out the questionnaire.
In particular, the plans for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D. are detailed and specific.
Up to the enrollment expansion of personnel in various departments, down to the application requirements of fixed funds every year.
This made the Chief of Staff sitting on the other side of the sofa's eyelids twitch, and his heart fluttered with concern.
The poor budget committee, if he kept on pulling the wool over their eyes like this, their heads would go bald.
"Then I'll say a few more words ..."
Luke, who was going to stop, said with surprise.
It seems that the President wasn't bored with his ideas.
So he cleared his throat and started a repetition mode.
Some common sentences have been changed from his previous proposal; the amount of budget and funds, the number of staff in various departments, and so on has increased.
Then, he said it again.
When the long rambling was over, the President sitting across the table and the Generals on the couch were expressionless and dull-eyed. For the second time, Luke used Constantine's 'Expert in Deception' skill card.
To everyone in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth converged into a blast of sound similar to a mental attack.
It's worthless nonsense, but it's burned into their mind, and they couldn't help but want to listen to it.
"This is my personal, immature opinion."
Luke concluded with this sentence.
In the Oval Office, it suddenly went quiet.
No one said anything; even the sound of breathing was very faint.
The President sitting across from him and the Generals on the sofa was as lifeless as wooden statues.
"This is a perfect plan."
After a while, the President nodded in agreement with a bitter look on his face.
He didn't want to be mentally bombarded again, and the rest of the group echoed the sentiment, fearing that Major General Cavill would go on and on.
"S.H.I.E.L.D will surely live up to the trust of the President and the Generals."
Luke looked touched and appreciated his language skills.
Those requirements sound harsh, such as the Director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the right to obtain any information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon at will ….
Have been successfully passed!
'The World's Greatest Con Man is amazing. '
Luke sighed.
Unfortunately, Constantine in the studio next door was too metaphysical; otherwise, he would brush up on this ability.
After all, eloquence is a necessary skill for every protagonist.
In this case, he could nominate a certain blond guy to become something similar to 'Naruto,' with the setting of 'love and justice,' swaying people with eloquent talk about peace, so that countless strong people would be defeated at his feet.
"If there is nothing else, today's meeting is over."
The President looked exhausted; listening to Luke's speech had consumed most of his energy.
This was like facing four or five beautiful girls with hot bodies all at once. After having a good time, you suddenly feel overwhelmed. You wouldn't be interested in sex even when you see another beautiful body.
The Pentagon Generals also got up one after another, one by one, as if they had stayed up all night, their eyes red and their feet staggering as they pushed the door and left.
They had all been drained of every ounce of energy by Major General Cavill, and their minds were still reverberating with his long-winded ramblings.
'Then, it's time to meet an old friend. '
Luke, who achieved his goal, flew up and headed for the next stop.
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Old Joseph's tavern, Brooklyn.
Rogers, who returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of lager on the table.
He is waiting for a friend.
They made an appointment for lunch.
And Luke stood himself up.
Ding ding!
A crisp copper bell rang.
Someone pushed in the door of the tavern that was closed for a short break.
"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see. You're still as sturdy as ever!"
Luke, who entered the pub, greeted the old man standing behind the bar.
They were all old familiar customers.
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In the past, when he was still a spirited young boy in Brooklyn, he used to help Old Joseph to look after the store; also cleaning tables and washing up, to earn some pocket money.
The other party was once a truck driver. Unfortunately, he was unlucky. Every time he delivered goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and engine problems.
Not only that, but even bicycles have accidents, either hitting people or being hit by people.
In Old Joseph's own words, he had a lifelong feud with the cargo, and once he came into contact with them, he would get bad luck.
In desperation, he could only change careers and open a tavern, barely making a living.
However, since Luke became a war hero, this tavern's business flourished, and many New Yorkers came here to check it out.
"Luke, you little bastard! Heh, now a General, Frank probably never thought that his nephew could become a war hero in his life!"
Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer, and handed it over.
"I wonder if Mr. Major General would accept a malt beer from Brooklyn when he's used to high-end red wine?"
Luke shrugged his shoulders and lifted his mug of beer.
Glug glug! Glug glug!
"I'll have another one."
Luke, who finished his drink in a single go, chuckled.
Old Joseph nodded with satisfaction and filled his glass.
"How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"
Seeing Luke come and sit down with his beer, Rogers asked with a smile.
Since the end of the war, he has entered a semi-retired state.
"Not bad. On the way to the tavern, I met several familiar faces."
Luke leaned back in his chair, lifted his head, and said, "There was Jamie, who we used to fight. He's now a truck driver, following in his father's footsteps. And Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the opposite street, gave Bucky a bread bag for free. At that time, everyone had a hard time ..."
"Yeah. You know what? That Jamie guy is always bragging to people that he was beaten up by Superman once and boasting about it."
Rogers took a sip of his beer; his face showed a bit of nostalgia.
"Luke, I've been dreaming these days. In the dream, I, you, and Bucky were running through the streets of Brooklyn. There was no Captain America, Superman, or Sergeant Barnes."
"Then we jumped back into the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off a cliff. To stop Red Skull, I boarded the plane carrying Valkyrie missiles ... I don't know why you weren't in this story."
"I fell into a cold place, and no one woke me up until a long, long time later. They said that the war was over."
"I lived alone, with no friends, no family, and no destination to run to."
Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass and laughed, "You sound like an old man in his 70s."
"Haha, that's what Margery said. Perhaps I experienced too much in the war to forget all those memories."
Rogers restrained his sentimental mood. He is now on the military payroll, and all he needs to do is punch in regularly and sit in the office all day with a newspaper to read.
Occasionally, he would cooperate with publicity work and be interviewed by the media.
When peace came, heroes seemed to be useless.
"Do you have an answer to the last question?"
Luke looked at Captain America and whispered, "Captain America can't sit in an office and read newspapers all his life. Pick up that shield, go back to the battlefield, and shuttle through the rain of bullets -- such a tense life would make your heart beat violently and leave you with a genuine feeling of being alive."
"I quite agree with Howard's point of view; one of the greatest pleasures in life lies in the adventure! The pursuit of excitement! Willing to be ordinary is the life that you should have after experiencing everything and despising everything."
Rogers kept silent. He lives in an old house in Brooklyn.
The walls were repainted, the furniture such as sofas and big beds were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets ... He did all these trivial things himself.
Margery, who came to live with him, said she was bored and wanted to pass the time.
Rogers agreed to this.
He had space in his heart that he couldn't fill.
That's why he had to find something to do.
"You want me to join S.H.I.E.L.D because of Atlantis?"
Rogers asked.
The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami that hit Anna Maria Island have all made headlines.
In addition, being in the Army Department, Captain America had heard some rumors.
"Not all of them. Major General Cavill needed a partner, so he thought of his old buddy, Captain America."
Luke looked at the hesitant Rogers and smiled, "Are you ready to go to war, Steve?"
In a trance, Captain America remembered the rescue operation he and Luke did to recover Bucky, and the other party asked him the same thing.
"Ready, Sir."
Thinking about the good times of fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.
"Then, welcome to the -- Invaders."
Luke said. The two glasses clinked, making a crisp sound.
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A few days later, the name of Atlantis appeared on the newspaper's front page, causing a sudden sensation.
An ancient marine civilization, which has never been heard of, had officially entered the public's eye --governments have long known about the amazing battles in the Atlantic Ocean and the existence of Atlantis.
Thus, no matter what news, the public would always be the last group to know.
The response to marine civilization varies from country to country.
As usual, the red bear of Siberia is vigorously developing the nuclear industry on the one hand and is secretly wary of Superman on the other.
As for the threat of Atlantis?
That's a question that Americans should consider.
Anyway, they won't be able to attack Siberia for a while.
England, increasingly weakened, is actively communicating with the White House to get some information about the situation.
Although they have MI6, people worldwide could pick up hot chicks full of James Bond style.
But in the face of Atlantis living at the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, they didn't know where to start.
The Prime Minister once wanted to turn to the hidden forces of the dark world, such as the witch groups active in London, werewolves, vampires, and the like.
Unfortunately, there was little success, and no useful information was obtained.
This group of dark creatures was born no more than a thousand years ago.
Nothing is known about that period of history tens of thousands of years ago -- except for vampires.
Those nocturnal creatures who were afraid of sunshine had a wonderful connection with Atlantis.
Their ancestors came from an oceanic country deep in the Atlantic Ocean.
At that time, Atlantis hadn't sunk yet and was in its heyday and glory.
Varnae, the great wizard, got the Book of Darkness left by Chthon, the Elder God, and gained great power from it, turning himself into a vampire.
This was the birth of the first vampire on earth.
Later, the continental plates collided, and Atlantis sank in its prime.
Varnae, the great wizard, felt that he had lived long enough to see through life and intended to stop wandering, so he passed the power to Dracula.
Since then, the vampire clan has thrived in the land world, gradually becoming a hidden force in the dark world.
England's side is at a loss, while the ancient countries of the East across the Pacific aren't concerned.
Even the S.P.E.A.R organization that could tear apart the Japanese Superman thought blue-skinned Atlanteans in the area were nothing.
If they dared to go ashore, we could eat you up like crawfish!
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The Atlantic Ocean, Poseidonia.
This capital of Atlantis was no longer as calm as before.
Troops from all sides are gathering, and the pre-war tension is spreading.
The land world is in turmoil, and the marine civilization isn't much better.
Namor, who slaughtered the robed nobles in one fell swoop, succeeded in taking power -- even though many people denounced his tyranny and chose to stand up against it.
But there was no storm, and it was soon suppressed.
"This is one of the benefits of class hierarchies."
Namor leaned back on his throne, his right hand hanging down somewhat uncomfortably, as he usually was holding his beloved trident.
"When there is a lack of competent leaders, it is difficult for the weak to threaten the rule of the strong."
The rebels formed multiple forces and stormed the royal palace in the center of Poseidonia.
However, the soldiers were scattered and couldn't build a proper army.
Namor didn't even have to do it himself; the guards took care of those people.
"I think there's a reason why the majority of the people of Atlantis are in favor of the war."
Sebastian wore a breathing apparatus. Through the transparent shield, he spoke in a jarring tone.
"For many years, there has been a clear line between the lower class and the nobility in this country, with lineage and birth determining the future of each individual."
"Your Majesty, you have grown up in the slums of Poseidonia and have seen the Atlanteans at the bottom. They repeat similar lives every day. When they see the aristocrats and nobles, they have to take the initiative to salute. They pay high taxes every day, every month, and every year, and bear the pressure of a hard life."
"The way upward is blocked, and the conflict between the nobles and the commoners grows fierce, but the submissiveness rooted in the bones of the Atlanteans keeps them docile."
Sebastian Shaw spoke eloquently as if he were a trusted advisor to the King.
Sitting on the throne, Namor nodded and felt deeply impressed.
When he was very young, he fled to the slum with his mother and experienced the warmth of human kindness.
He had a certain understanding of the lower class in Atlantis.
"A foreign war is the best way to shift the conflict. It can provide military merit so that civilians could see the hope of further promotion across the hierarchy; it can also help consolidate Your Majesty's authority by winning one victory after another."
Sebastian looked loyal and sincere on the surface, with a dim light in his eyes.
"As long as we can get rid of Superman, the Atlantis Army will be invincible and can conquer the whole land world."
When it came to Superman, Namor's chest ached a little.
Then, he thought of Neptune's Trident that had been taken away.
For a moment, the pleasant mood turned bad.
"Mr. Shaw, you have a strong talent for absorbing energy. If you join hands with me, will we have a chance to defeat Superman?"
Thinking for a while, Namor asked in a low voice.
As Superman's defeated opponent, he knew very well that his opponent was among the top in strength, speed, and combat sense.
He was no match when fighting alone.
But when dealing with a land dweller, did he need to follow any rules?
It would be wise to attack him together!
In the Hellfire Club, the only one who could restrain Superman was Sebastian Shaw.
Namor thought that if they worked together, they might have a winning chance.
"Ahem! Your Majesty, I'm just a scientist. I'm not good at fighting."
Feeling the look of anticipation from above, Sebastian looked calm and steady like an old dog on the surface, but he panicked.
Having seen Luke crush Berlin's 'battleship-class' unilaterally and then beat Namor to the ground to the point of nearly dying. How could he still have the will to fight?
The previous threat to teach Superman a lesson was just inflated inner rhetoric.
Sebastian preferred to work hard to improve and wait until his abilities were further advanced before taking action to destroy the enemy himself in a sober state.
"The nuclear industry is being actively developed, and soon they will be able to build the first generation of nuclear reactors. In time, I will absorb the energy and make myself stronger."
Sebastian, brimming with confidence, exclaimed, "I believe that even Superman can't withstand the terrifying power of an atomic explosion!"
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