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"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 couldn't withstand the terrifying power of an atomic explosion!"

Namor frowned, still not relaxed.

He asked reluctantly, "Is there nothing we can do about Superman? The golden trident, the symbol of Atlantis' kingship, is still in his hands, and if we can't get it back, sooner or later, more rebels will come forward."

"There are other means to do this."

Sebastian pondered for a moment, hesitantly said: "Legend has it that the first mutant in history was named Apocalypse."

"His physical strength was so strong that he was once regarded as a deity."

"As the long years were too boring, Apocalypse fell into a deep sleep. If I can find his whereabouts and get the way to reach the end of the evolutionary path from the hand of this great god and break the restrictions of the mutant species, I may be able to defeat Superman."

Sebastian said vaguely; he didn't want to wake up the legendary mutant god.

No one wanted to have a boss sitting on top of them. He just relayed the information on Apocalypse, only to temporarily calm Namor's agitated emotions.

"Apocalypse?"

Namor's eyes lit up slightly as if he had a plan.

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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters Building, Washington, D.C.

Howard was busy in Lab No.1. A chicken's nest-like messy hair and heavy dark circles under his eyes indicate that he hasn't been getting enough sleep.

"So, is this what you got?"

Luke said with his arms over his chest, looking at the model in front of him and frowning, "A smaller version of a nuclear reactor?"

"That's right. Although the Tesseract doesn't respond to my various stimulation methods, just like a goddess who stands high above me, never paying attention to the various ordinary pursuers, I am not without any gains!"

Howard looked tired but excited. He spoke in a fierce tone, "I wanted to use the magnetic constraint to realize nuclear fusion, to release the massive energy from the nuclear fusion reaction of the protium and deuterium contained in seawater under specific environmental and ultra-high temperature conditions. This is the inspiration given to me by the Tesseract!"

"But I soon discovered that the magnetic field that binds the plasma, although not afraid of high temperatures, is very unstable. And plasma loses energy during the heating process ..."

Howard paused, as if thirsty, and poured himself a glass of water.

"I'm the only one who can't understand what he's saying?"

Taking advantage of this gap, Captain America, who was standing on the sidelines, spoke up.

He was so overwhelmed that he couldn't participate in Howard's endless ramble.

What nuclear fusion, magnetic confinement, plasma? It was all a big headache!

Luke grimaced and laughed, "I've specifically studied it, so I can probably understand what Howard meant."

There are two main types of research on controlled thermonuclear fusion.

Inertial confinement fusion and magnetic confinement fusion.

The former uses a high-intensity laser to irradiate deuterium and tritium targets quickly to achieve fusion.

The latter uses a strong magnetic field to restrain charged particles, confining deuterium and tritium gas in a special magnetic container and heating it to hundreds of millions of Celsius to realize fusion reaction.

Howard's main direction of attack is the second one.

His design is somewhat similar to the Tokamak device that would appear a few years into the future.

It was an experimental program proposed by a Soviet scientist in the 1950s.

After decades of work, the feasibility has been proven.

He had to give it to him; Iron Man's father's vision and mind are ahead of the times.

"When did you show up, Rogers? Sorry, I didn't notice you at all just now."

Howard waved his hand, completely ignoring the tall, strong pecs of Captain America.

When doing research seriously, let alone Roger's two big chest muscles, he wouldn't divert his attention even if a young girl was standing naked in front of him.

The most he would say is: Don't disturb my research for truth!

"Where were we? Oh, yes, the controlled fusion project is so massive that we won't be able to get an answer for a while. So, I decided to take the next best thing and do something easier and more challenging."

Howard picked up where he left off and continued, "And then, there you have it, the first-generation nuclear reactor! Putting it on a submarine would perfectly satisfy Ross Gunn's idea of 'atomic energy driving the machinery first to propel the ship.'"

"You've fixed the most critical core of a nuclear submarine in a few days ..."

Luke patted Howard's shoulder and said with emotion, "Although you must have heard this many times before, I still have to say, Howard, you are a well-deserved genius!"

"Hearing this compliment from Superman's mouth honestly satisfied my vanity like never before."

Howard laughed, then hugged a pile of design drawings and a large stack of draft calculations to Rogers and said,

"Let the mediocre scientists on the Atomic Energy Commission do their research; they can only look up to the glow of knowledge radiating from Howard Stark and -- I'm going to sleep!"

"Wait, as the first nuclear submarine, don't you want to give it a name -- you're perfectly qualified to do so."

Luke remembered.

"Uh, good idea! Let's call it the Nautilus. I like Verne's 20,000 Leagues Under the Sea, and I like Captain Nemo even more."

Howard paused and answered.

Then he walked into the lounge and slammed the door shut.

Before long, the two men standing outside heard snoring.

"The guy is exhausted."

Luke smiled and looked at the model of the nuclear reactor. He couldn't help thinking of Iron Man's Ark reactor.

It doesn't look too far away.

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Howard ran to sleep and refreshed himself.

Luke packaged and sent the model of the nuclear reactor, as well as the design drawings and calculation drafts, to the Atomic Energy Commission.

The guys at the Navy Department will be thrilled when they receive it.

Admiral Hyman Rickover of the Bureau of Ships has long proposed that nuclear reactors be placed in submarines.

In this way, the huge defect of poor endurance caused by electric propulsion could be avoided.

The submarine can also be used as a missile launching pad, making it a deterrent weapon with an extremely important strategic role.

The only problem is that there were various technical problems.

As a result, this idea could only remain on paper for the time being.

Luke knew very well that in 2 years, Admiral Rickover would get consent from the Atomic Energy Commission and the Navy Department.

Appointed as the head of the Nuclear Power Department of the Bureau of Ships and the Chief Engineer of Nuclear Submarine Engineering to start constructing nuclear submarines.

The appearance of Atlantis, and the presence of Howard, only accelerated this period of history.

'I hope that Admiral Rickover will make a breakthrough sooner rather than later. '

Luke thought silently.

By developing the technology to build the nuclear submarine, they had the leverage to negotiate with Atlantis.

He did have a deliberate intention to indulge in this impending skirmish.

The original intention was to increase the significance of S.H.I.E.L.D. 's voice and its status by taking advantage of Namor's threat and Atlantis' presence.

Otherwise, if we want to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon, we can only wait for the massive invasion of the fleet led by the Kree and the establishment of the World Security Council.

'That's too slow.'

Luke thought so.

Even the President and the Pentagon treat Superman politely.

But being in the center of power, the rules that bind an individual are always objective.

Therefore, Luke wanted to take advantage of the emergence of Atlantis, regard this marine civilization as external pressure, and force those who are wary of him to take the initiative to open the heavy shackles on S.H.I.E.L.D.

And by the way, let politicians know the necessity of Superman's existence.

'The next problem to be solved is only the two unstable factors: Namor and Sebastian. '

Luke thought as he took Rogers into the elevator.

"Steve, we're fighting side by side this time. The first task is to solve Atlantis. "

Captain America put on the familiar Stars and Stripes uniform, carrying the vibranium shield that rarely leaves his hand.

Luke found that both heroes and villains have strange fetishism.

For example, Thor is particularly fond of swinging the hammer, and even though he later had the Stormbreaker, he still loved Mjölnir.

Namor, the Sea King, is even more obsessed with the stolen golden trident.

Like these people above, even after Captain America entered semi-retirement, the vibranium shield was cleaned every day and placed on the bedside while sleeping.

When he wakes up early in the morning, he opens his eyes, and just by looking at it, Rogers would feel full of energy and motivation.

"Atlantis? Their King is no match for you. We have the advantage in terms of strength. "

Rogers sat in the wide cushioned chair in the director's office and adjusted his posture a bit uncomfortably.

'This is much more comfortable than the sofa in my own home!'

"Namor McKenzie is no match for me. "

Luke nodded and admitted frankly.

When you think about it carefully, it seems that Superman had beaten the Sea King in any studio.

Even without himself, the big event of the Secret War, Namor will be killed by the other version of Superman, Hyperion, and the Squadron Supreme would destroy the whole country.

Compared to now, only to be deprived of the beloved golden trident was much better.

In the next studio, Superman has made an amazing move of moving Atlantis to the Sahara Desert.

If Luke did the same, those blue skins living under the sea would have to go and accompany the Wakanda people.

Two countries with the most developed scientific and technological strength, backward systems, and old ideas will one day become neighbors, and some interesting stories should happen.

"However, this is war. "

Luke collected his thoughts and said seriously.

"Namor won't be stupid enough to find me for fighting one-on-one. He has experienced a painful defeat. I believe he has calmed down and stopped holding on to the foolish idea that Atlantis is the first in the world and mutants are invincible. "

Rogers scratched his head and thought it was reasonable.

Atlantis is not Berlin. If Superman directly flew over and hung Namor on a street lamp to end the war...

Killing a King will only arouse the hatred of the people at the bottom of the sea, thus expanding the scale of the war.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Rogers asked.

"You will know soon. "

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He prepared a big gift for Sebastian Shaw.

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Boston, harbor.

Silver Fox, wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of short boots, got out of the taxi.

She is now a member of Task Force X under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D.

During this period, the team led by Wolverine and Sabretooth has been running around the world like firefighters.

For example, go to Africa to collect a particular kind of metal minerals.

Or remove the remnants of Hydra.

In a word, Task Force X became S.H.I.E.L.D's sharp blade.

And the results were outstanding, much to the satisfaction of the Pentagon Generals.

"You haven't seen me. Now, go back along the same road. "

After getting out of the car, Silver Fox patted the driver on the shoulder and said so.

The middle-aged man with a beer belly suddenly had a blank look in his eyes, as if he was lost in thought.

After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded his head forcefully.

After repeating Silver Fox's words, he drove away in his car.

He didn't even ask for the fare!

"Warehouse 4 ..."

Silver fox, who had been manipulating the cab driver's mind, took out a note from her pocket.

She followed the address and found the meeting place.

"You are late. "

A graceful figure was standing there waiting.

"Sis, I heard that you became a lackey for humans? It is in your nature to betray your side in exchange for a stable life. "

Silver Fox frowned and spoke in an unfriendly manner, "Emma, you sent me a message to meet me. Is it just to argue?"

"If that's the case, then I can only say that you're still as naïve as ever. "

The graceful figure in the Boston harbor was none other than the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.

She was wrapped in a black waterproof suit, carrying an odd helmet that served as a breathing apparatus, and her hair was wet as if she had just finished swimming or surfing.

"Haha, I thought you would be more excited and happy to see your sister that you haven't seen in years."

The White Queen hugged her arms around her chest. Her voice went cold.

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Emma, the White Queen, and Silver Fox, her sister, were born in a wealthy family in Boston and grew up with a silver spoon.

However, being a young lady of a rich family wouldn't always lead to happiness -- at least the White Queen didn't think so.

Her father was a ruthless capitalist who never showed much affection for his family.

As far as she remembers, the White Queen never went to an amusement park as a child and never received a single compliment.

Moreover, the relationship between the parents wasn't good. There were often fights and arguments.

Blame each other, find fault with each other, curse each other … it all filled the empty and cold luxury apartment.

As we all know, family education will affect a person's character.

Emma was rather withdrawn as a child, did not like to talk to others, and had very few friends.

If there's one thing worse than having an incompetent father, it has an alcoholic, drug-addicted, cheating mother.

Such a bad environment, living in it will only feel depressing.

Therefore, Emma, whose heart was closed, awakened her mutant ability very early.

Like Professor Baldheaded, she could read the thoughts of people around her, feel their emotions, guide and control them.

Moreover, she can also shift into diamond form, making herself dazzling and surprisingly resistant -- this was only discovered later.

With her telepathy, Emma soon became one of the most popular girls in school.

Because everyone who talks to her is amazed at how well she understands them as if they were friends from a lifetime ago.

Even the little secrets and hobbies were clear.

For Emma, this was a very pleasant and relaxing time.

She had more and more friends at school and was deeply loved by teachers and classmates.

Her grades were getting better and better -- relying on mental ability to cheat.

Gradually, Emma created a perfect girl image with excellent academic results.

If the story goes on like this, the life of the White Queen would probably become a Mary Su romance book.

Unfortunately, happiness was often short-lived, followed by bad luck.

Soon, Emma lost control.

A large number of thoughts and emotions poured into her mind, causing her great distress.

In addition, the occasional reading of other people's thoughts and entering the consciousness without mastering the strength lead to the target's unconsciousness or disordered thinking, resulting in impairment.

With guilt and remorse tormenting her fragile heart, it didn't take long for Emma's life to turn into a mess.

After a series of shocks and changes, she chose to leave her family in Boston and started to wander alone.

Then, Sebastian Shaw found her and invited her to join the Hellfire Club.

"I heard you left that cold place afterward, too?"

The corners of the White Queen's mouth tilted up with a slight smile and said, "Tell me, dear sister, how did you feel when you discovered that you could sense the fluctuations of other peoples' thoughts and read those complex and changing emotions?"

Silver Fox was silent for a moment and whispered, "Honestly, it was a terrible experience. "

"It would make you lose faith in human beings, both men and women. I never knew before that Jenny, who often played with me, secretly envied me for having a rich dad, called me a little bitch, and spread rumors that I was having an affair with many boys. "

"I didn't even know that Johnny, who looked so polite and refined, only wanted to get me into bed sooner, full of dirty and disgusting images, and to brag to others that he succeeded. "

Speaking of the past, Silver Fox looked at her sister, who had left home long ago, and said sincerely, "Emma, I finally understand what you did before. You can tell me ... "

"Before becoming a mutant, did you understand the pain?"

The White Queen interrupted without courtesy and a cold expression on her face.

Silver Fox is much better than her. It was difficult to control her abilities before. Once she masters them, it would cause big problems.

The opponent's ability to tamper with consciousness through contact and psychological suggestion doesn't risk losing control.

"This is the end of today's episode of nostalgia. "

After taking a few deep breaths and getting back to normal, the White Queen turned her head and said, "I invited you here today to inform you to leave S.H.I.E.L.D. as soon as possible. "

"In a week at most, Atlantis will launch a full-scale attack, starting with landing on the Atlantic coast. "

"Superman is really powerful, but he can't stop Atlantis by himself. Those blue-skinned people on the seafloor, with advanced scientific and technological strength, have assembled a terrible army ... Anyway, you should quit S.H.I.E.L.D."

"With a mutant identity, you won't be in any trouble even if Atlantis wins. "

The young White Queen warned with a serious face.

Silver Fox thought about it for a long time and shook her head.

The original intention to persuade her sister to give up the darkness and turn to the light had already disappeared.

After all, both sides hold different opinions about who was in the right.

"Then you're on your own. "

When the White Queen saw her sister hesitating and didn't answer, she left with these words.

She was disappointed and angry with Kayla. Silver Fox, who was a mutant, but she couldn't see the way forward.

If Atlantis and mutants join forces, why would it matter if Superman was strong?

A single person wouldn't be able to resist a big tide!

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Forty minutes later, clicking heels sounded as Carter pushed open the door of the director's office.

"Silver Fox met her sister. "

The female agent threw a thick envelope on the table, and a stack of photos slipped out.

Although some were vague, you could still see the figure and appearance of two people.

"Bingo!"

Luke, leaning back in his seat, snapped his fingers, looked at Rogers, and said, "This is the surprise I was preparing for. "

"Write a confidential report on today's meeting, and then 'accidentally' leak it out. Remember to add photos. "

Carter nodded. When she knew that Kayla, the Silver Fox, and the White Queen were sisters, she asked someone to spy on her.

She was prepared to search for the whereabouts of the Hellfire Club, but she didn't expect things to change so quickly.

The current situation had risen from the contradiction between human beings and mutants to the small-scale war between the land world and marine civilization.

"Would Sebastian Shaw believe it? The White Queen, Emma Frost, is an important club member, second only to him. "

Carter asked hesitantly.

"What's more, a few photos can't prove anything. "

"It's enough to plant a seed of doubt. Sebastian Shaw's desire for power is extremely strong, and such ambitious people are often very paranoid. "

Luke tapped the table with his fingers and smiled, "As long as he shows suspicion, he will naturally disagree with the White Queen. Through Kayla's persuasion, it may not be impossible to pull the other side into our camp when the time comes. "

"As for whether it would work in the end, it doesn't matter. As long as it could disturb Sebastian Shaw. "

Carter thought for a moment, seemed to think it made sense, nodded, and said, "I'll do it right now. But what would be a more realistic way of leaking?"

"From the list of spies in the FBI, find some Soviet people who have been exposed but haven't been arrested.

Since Leviathan and Red Room, both of whom are in contact with Hydra, I believe that they would also keep in touch with Sebastian Shaw. "

Luke replied without thinking much.

"The management of S.H.I.E.L.D. should be left to you. "

Carter smiled. It seems that the Major General was quite proficient in playing with this intelligence counter-tactic.

"Steve, is there something on my face? Why are you staring?"

When Carter left the office, Luke found Rogers looking straight at him.

'Perhaps after losing Bucky, Captain America pinned his feelings on himself ...'

Suddenly, various images kept surfacing in his mind, causing a chill to creep up on Luke's back.

"You're playing dirty!"

Rogers lamented. He was as pure as a blank sheet of paper compared to Luke.

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After having a rather unpleasant conversation with her sister Silver Fox, the White Queen set off for Poseidonia, the capital of Atlantis.

As a member of the Hellfire Club, a compatriot of King Namor, she was given a shuttle submarine that only robed nobles could ride and travel freely under the deep sea.

"As Shaw said, the situation is very tense. When Atlantis and the land world are officially at war and exhaust each other, the mutants will be able to reap the benefits."

The shuttle trailed a stream of waves around the dark and complex terrain underwater and arrived at the royal city of Poseidonia over 2 hours later.

The White Queen slowed down and was inspected by patrol guards.

Through the semi-circular window of the cockpit, she saw a large number of marine life gathering to form an orderly and strange team.

The King of Atlantis was nominally the ruler of the four oceans and the master of the seven seas.

It isn't an exaggeration to say that millions or tens of millions of troops could be assembled with a single command.

'The land world wasn't united, as an open palm, but Atlantis was like a clenched fist, with all its strength concentrated in one place.'

The White Queen remembered Sebastian Shaw's words with some deep thoughts.

This blue planet, where life is nurtured, has far more oceans than land.

The vast bodies of water, which covered about 70 % of the earth's surface area, are home to an untold number of marine life.

After Atlantis sank and fell, the population dropped by two-thirds, and only after 10,000 years of development did it return to its normal level.

Their army wasn't big, and the so-called numerical advantage relied more on harnessing marine life.

Living in the deep sea all year allowed Atlanteans to develop the ability to breathe underwater and to see at night.

They have a natural affinity to sea creatures and carry an aura of 10 charisma.

Those who are gifted will be able to communicate with them, ride with them, become 'Sea Knights' and join the King's Guard of Poseidonia.

Not only that, but the White Queen also learned that the collapse of Atlantis had left many of the original kingdoms scattered, forming tribal settlements.

Such as killer whales, seahorses, and hammerhead sharks, to name a few.

These marine tribes, after several battles, now recognize the laws of Atlantis and obey the King's orders.

"Can one man stand up to a massive attack by a nation's army?"

The White Queen shook her head. It was because she couldn't see the possibility of the land world winning that she ventured to contact her sister in S.H.I.E.L.D, hoping that the other party would leave the center of the storm.

Sebastian-Shaw has recently been rallying fellow members of the Hellfire Club, growing at an unprecedented rate.

The other side also tried to feed the young mutants, who joined the group, a rather extreme racial narrative.

It was almost as if he only changed a few keywords of the Third Reich's theory, then spat them back out.

This made the White Queen feel a little worried, as she had disagreed with the extremist acts of racial extermination and genocide.

'I hope it doesn't come to that. '

Arriving at the ramp in the western part of Poseidonia, the White Queen put on a strange helmet equipped with a breathing apparatus, opened the hatch, and stepped down.

"Shaw wants to see you."

A young man with dyed red hair whistled as he walked by, wearing a waterproof suit and a breathing apparatus needed by land people.

'Pyro,' a young mutant who can control flames.

The White Queen glanced at the other and frowned slightly.

Intuition told her that there seemed to be something wrong with the atmosphere.

Normally, when they see her, these newcomers would have a respectful attitude.

In the Hellfire Club, the core members were named after chess pieces.

For example, she is the 'Queen,' and Sebastian Shaw is the 'King.'

A brat like Pyro isn't even qualified to be a pawn.

How dare he talk to her in that frivolous tone!

"What is it?"

The White Queen asked rhetorically.

"I was out for a spin; I'm a little tired. If it's not something important, we'll talk about it later."

"I don't know. Shaw asked you to go there as soon as possible, don't keep him waiting."

The red-haired kid rookie grinned playfully.

The other party's answer made the White Queen even more suspicious.

She doesn't have the moral integrity of the bald Professor and doesn't mind reading other people's minds and invading their consciousness.

"Where did Emma go?"

"Everyone stays in Atlantis during this time. Don't run around; avoid exposing our position!"

"Pyro, you go to the ramp to watch! When Emma comes back, tell her to come and see me!"

"Hmph! She's too reckless sometimes!"

"..."

The White Queen looked back and withdrew from Pyro's mental world.

Her intuition told her that there might be an even more serious problem.

But by reading through Pyro's thoughts, nothing was found.

'Forget it, just see Shaw. '

The White Queen didn't bother to think much about her superior position in the Hellfire Club.

Except for Sebastian Shaw, who relied on a metal helmet that shields him from mental attacks and is immune to her powers.

Most of the other mutants wouldn't be opponents of her psychic ability.

"Pyro said you wanted to see me?"

The White Queen strode into a magnificent and spacious chamber, Namor's trust in Sebastian Shaw grew, and he treated him like a mentor.

This made many of the senior leaders of Atlantis unhappy, believing that the King had betrayed his kin and thrown himself into the arms of mutants.

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"Where have you been?"

Sebastian frowned; his tone was a little gloomy.

"War is just around the corner, so it's better to stay put. If Superman discovers Atlantis' location, who knows if he would come for a surprise attack."

"I went out for a spin. It's so depressing here. Wearing this thing all day long, I can't even breathe easily."

The White Queen knocked the breathing helmet on her head and replied as if nothing had happened.

At an early age, she learned how to lie.

"Pay attention next time. The closer we are to success, the more we should be cautious."

Sebastian's attitude eased, and he continued, "By the way, I heard that you have a sister who's also a mutant."

"The Hellfire Club welcomes any compatriot. You can invite her in. Later, the land world wouldn't be very safe and would soon fall into a series of battles."

"I... I will."

The White Queen's eyes flashed for a moment. She felt that Sebastian was aware of something.

However, she didn't tell anyone about the meeting today.

"Emma, we are all your family."

Sebastian's voice was gentle and friendly.

"We may not be related by blood, but we have a deeper bond, the same identity, the same genes. This is what is engraved in our bodies and can't be erased."

The White Queen seemed to be moved. Her beautiful eyes gleamed as if she was tearing up.

"I've always been very grateful to you, Shaw. It was you who brought me out of my ordinary life and allowed me to enjoy a better scenery."

Sebastian was quite satisfied with this answer. The White Queen was a mutant he valued very much.

Without the other party, he would lose the means to control Namor.

Ten minutes later, the two ended the conversation.

The White Queen left the bedchamber with a stern look in her eyes.

Reading words and speculating on thoughts is instinctive for those with psychic abilities.

She could see that Sebastian Shaw was playing the emotional card.

As to why he would do this, he probably wanted to stabilize her.

'Even if he knows that I have a sister in S.H.I.E.L.D, he might not be able to prove anything. Does my loyalty to the Hellfire Club need to be questioned?'

The White Queen was deeply puzzled; she knew Sebastian Shaw very well, another party was the same kind of person as her father.

Selfish, good at calculation, and never give up valuable chess pieces easily.

Just like before, he would rather sacrifice Riptide to save Namor.

It's not that Sebastian Shaw had any hidden deep attachment to Namor.

It is only because the party is still useful and couldn't be discarded for the time being.

It's a simple multiple-choice question, and everything is based on interests.

'I hope Shaw doesn't let me down. '

The White Queen thought so.

"Women ... they can't be trusted!"

Sebastian Shaw paced alone in the bedroom with a sneer on his mouth.

"If I hadn't cooperated with Hydra, how would I have known that there was a traitor in the Hellfire Club!"

S.H.I.E.L.D was very efficient. The Soviet spies quickly leaked the photo of the White Queen meeting her sister Silver Fox and the confidential documents.

Then, from the spy's hand, it was passed to the agent in Leviathan and Red Room, and finally, it was found by Hydra and given to Sebastian Shaw as a gift.

As the saying goes, no one under the sun hides from Hydra!

Even within S.H.I.E.L.D, there must be some spies buried.

After all, the previous Operation Paperclip, the U.S. side absorbed many Nazi scientists, including many experts in rocket technology and senior researchers.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has also recruited many remnants of Hydra into its ranks.

There must have been a lot of spies infiltrating.

Luke knew this, but he didn't thoroughly check it out and deliberately let it go.

Anyway, they were all leeks. It would save time and effort to harvest them when they grow better.

This time, thanks to them, Sebastian Shaw was able to receive the news faster.

'I can't move her yet, so I'll wait. '

Sebastian put his hands behind his back and looked at the world map hanging on the wall.

He has incredible ambition, and Atlantis was only the first stepping stone.

'Hydra, Red Skull, the Third Reich ... They all failed. '

Sebastian looked up and smiled, "but I won't..."

"Operation Paperclip?"

Rogers, in the Director's office, closed the thick folder in his hand.

"That is to say, the President secretly deported a group of German scientists, and S.H.I.E.L.D also absorbed part of Hydra's power. But wouldn't this let the enemy infiltrate, thus posing a threat to national security?"

Captain America showed a somewhat puzzled look.

As an intelligence agency, S.H.I.E.L.D.'s primary concern should be to ensure its confidentiality.

Taking the initiative to recruit Hydra was tantamount to creating latent opportunities for spies.

Inevitably, it increases certain risks.

At that time, what should S.H.I.E.L.D do when it becomes the new Hydra?

"The military started the plan; they took a fancy to the new technology of V1 and V2 rockets and ballistic missiles of the Third Reich and wanted to get their hands on it."

Luke shrugged and said lightly.

The scariest thing in the 20th century is talent, and the new President understands this, which is why he approved of 'Operation Paperclip.'

During World War II, the Third Reich's military industry was extremely advanced, and various high-tech products proliferated, making it a well-deserved first in terms of strength.

It's normal for the White House and the Pentagon to look at them greedily.

It is in their nature to take advantage of the situation and put profit first.

"At first, many people opposed this plan, because according to regulations, American troops belonging to the Allied side were prohibited from directly dealing with war criminals."

Luke paused and said with a smile at the corner of his mouth,

"The irony is that almost all of the German scientists and engineers and other technical personnel who are eligible for recruitment and extradition are basically closely associated with the Nazis elite, and some even meet the criteria of being war criminals."

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Rogers had a shocked look of 'strange knowledge has increased.'

Despite knowing that the country's image may not be as glamorous as it seems due to the entanglement of various interests.

However, it was still difficult for him to accept the recruitment of war criminals to government departments.

"Those people should be tried."

Rogers whispered.

Seeing Captain America depressed, Luke continued to talk about the dark history of the federal government, "That's just your personal opinion, but the President and Generals don't think so. To ensure the strategic interests, they bypassed these rules and sent over 700 intelligence personnel to vigorously collect workers related to fighter aircraft, missiles, and rocket programs."

"Among them was Arthur L. Rudolph, who had managed an arsenal and was an expert in rocket manufacturing. However, he was also a notorious war criminal, committing brutal crimes like hanging slave laborers, killing and abusing prisoners of war."

"Wernher von Braun, the designer of the V2 missile, is also a senior engineer with the Army's Directorate of Equipment Design and Research. He killed thousands of people in Britain and was a militant Third Reich activist."

Luke was very detailed, and every word was like a sledgehammer, hitting Rogers in the heart.

"Steve, there is no absolute justice in this world. The country you are defending, or rather, the very spirit you are upholding, is not really that great."

Luke, who is obviously the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. and a Major General in the Army, is unashamedly ridiculing the capitalist country that is packaged as a beacon of freedom.

But then again, Operation Paperclip did have a great influence on America during its development.

For example, the one who was a war criminal, Wernher von Braun.

This man has an impressive resume and entered the Technical University of Berlin in 1930.

Four years later, he received his Ph.D. in physics from Humboldt University, where his thesis was graded at the very top of the scale.

In just two years, the V2 missile was designed. It was the first ballistic missile put into actual combat in the world.

Later, he came to the United States and developed the Saturn V, which successfully achieved the moon's amazing feat.

He can be said to be another Howard Stark in the rocket manufacturing and aerospace industry.

"What about S.H.I.E.L.D.? Are we the same?"

Rogers had some trouble accepting it and looked over at Luke, leaning back in his seat.

"Almost. Like Dr. Arnim Zola, he used to manufacture energy weapons for Red Skull, and now he works for S.H.I.E.L.D. Therefore, we let bygones be bygones for his previous crimes."

Luke nodded, not hiding anything.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has also benefited from Operation Paperclip.

From a nameless intelligence agency, it has rapidly developed into a massive organization above the Pentagon.

Apart from Superman's special status, all kinds of amazing acts of asking for funds and expanding powers and responsibilities.

In a small part, it was also thanks to the generous help from Hydra.

This old rival made the reorganized Strategic Science Reserve quickly complete the initial build-up.

"Don't be too obsessed with righteousness, kindness, and moral conscience, Steve. You can pursue those beautiful things, but you can't use them as the standard to measure everything in the world."

Luke started to brew his poisonous pep-talk as usual, playing the role of a mentor.

Speaking of, reforming the unshakable Captain America seemed interesting.

"I never thought about Howard's weapons business, how many people have been killed by the weapons he made and sold."

"Even less, Arnim Zola was once a loyal fan of the Third Reich, once working for hydra and Red Skull. His hands were covered with the blood of Allied soldiers."

"Because it's meaningless. It's of no use except to plunge oneself into the contradiction between moral conscience and cruel reality."

Rogers' lips quivered as if he wanted to say something.

The education he received from childhood and the concept he formed was to be a good person. To adhere to the bottom line and don't hurt others so easily.

But Luke's words were like bullets that shattered Captain America's sturdy defenses and left him shaken.

"But ..."

Rogers looked up as if he had some doubts about life.

"There is no but; separate the reason from reality; I am Superman, a war hero, and the object of public admiration."

Luke smiled and whispered, "But I am also the commander of S.H.I.E.L.D, an army General, a man in power, and a leader in every sense of the word. I need to protect my interests and stick to my position. To this end, we even have to do some unethical 'bad things.'"

"These two identities together don't contradict each other."

Rogers is very confused as if subjected to a 10,000-point mental attack.

He looked down at the vibranium shield in his hand and the stars and stripes printed on his chest.

For a while, he was at a loss for words.

"Maybe I'm not fit to be a Captain."

After a while, Rogers laughed at himself.

"I'm glad you're here, Luke. In this way, I just have to be a soldier and rush forward with my head down."

Luke, who had given Captain America several things to think about deeply, stood up and patted his opponent on the shoulder, saying, "Let's have dinner at my place tonight; Malèna's cooking is quite good."

A few minutes later, the conversation ended.

Watching Rogers leave, he walked over to the wine cabinet and poured a glass of Lafite '82 -- well, the 1882 vintage.

"Dr. Zola, you've heard it all."

Luke shook his glass of red wine and said towards the office cubicle, "I know exactly what Hydra is planning to do, you're relying on Operation Paperclip to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D., and you're planning to make a comeback and start over."

"The most dangerous places are often the safest. After the collapse of the Red Skull, Hydra's power was divided into three. S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited one part, one part was taken away by Baron Trask, and one part hid and secretly infiltrated the federal government."

The pudgy Dr. Zola pushed the door and came out with small steps.

He stayed in the office's cubicle very early and heard the counter-measures against the Hellfire Club and all kinds of information about 'Operation Paperclip.'

"Major General Sir, I have turned my back on it! Hydra is doomed to have no future. S.H.I.E.L.D is the future!"

Dr. Zola said sincerely.

Luke handed a glass of red wine and shook his head, "You are wrong, Dr. Zola. I'm very optimistic about Hydra. Their organization is tight, their penetration ability is outstanding, and their intelligence networks are everywhere, which is much better than S.H.I.E.L.D."

Dr. Zola trembled and took the glass.

He didn't know what the Major General was trying to say.

Could it be that he wanted to settle the old account for him being a Hydra member?

"Dr. Zola, I want to join you."

Luke's smile grew stronger; he sincerely said, "Do you think I could be a qualified Hydra member?"

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Dr. Zola stood still. He didn't know how to answer.

If it were someone else, he would probably still be half-heartedly seeking proof and prepared to observe secretly for a period to test issues such as loyalty and personal ability.

Finding good prospects for the organization was a good thing.

But these words come out of Luke's mouth. It was as if the President himself wore a red armband and volunteered to join.

It looks extraordinarily ridiculous and lacks the slightest credibility.

Not everyone is like Trump, willing to endure humiliation, secretly sneaking into the White House to bring down the U.S. empire, taking it as his mission.

Such people with lofty ideals are in the minority after all.

"Hahahahaha ..."

Dr. Zola gave a fake laugh and said, "Major General is really funny."

S.H.I.E.L.D's Director said he would join hydra; it would look like a King leading the rebellion against himself.

The Allied Superman, who personally crushed Red Skull and defeated Hydra; the legendary hero who flew to Berlin to end World War II, and an army Major General is leading S.H.I.E.L.D against Atlantis.

Dr. Zola counted the long list of dazzling titles, as well as the familiar legends, and then looked at Luke, who took a sip of his Lafite '82. His face showed an awkward smile without losing politeness.

If you look at the above remarks as a joke.

This Major General has a sense of humor similar to that of the Eskimos who live in the Arctic.

"I'm not a member of Hydra anymore!"

Dr. Zola stood up and said, "I did work for Red Skull before, but I was forced to do so out of necessity. Deep down, I am a devout and committed pacifist."

"I hate war and hate killing! Since the Allied Powers, under the leadership of Major General, sent the Axis of Evil to hell, I have finally found my true calling and don't have to live in guilt."

"Joining S.H.I.E.L.D. has redeemed my soul! I tell myself every day to get rid of my past sins and become a new person!"

"What's more, everyone in S.H.I.E.L.D is talented. Mr. Howard Stark is a good person to talk to!"

"Compared to the present life, the time in Hydra was simply hell; it was so torturous!"

Luke couldn't help putting down his wine glass after listening to this sincere heartfelt remark.

It was worthy of the old Hydra that has lived for almost a century!

His ability to bootlick could compete with the politicians in the White House.

"Dr. Zola, don't be nervous. When I said I wanted to join Hydra, I meant it from the bottom of my heart."

Luke showed his signature affectionate smile and turned on his 'fooling people' mode, "You heard all those things I said to Steve just now."

"I am not on the side of the White House and the Pentagon, just as Hydra is not fully committed to helping the Third Reich rule the world."

"S.H.I.E.L.D has been seeking ways to get rid of the constraints from the country; the war with Atlantis is one of them."

'Are you a traitor??'

Dr. Zola held the wine glass with both hands. His eyes looked horrified.

S.H.I.E.L.D Director is starting a coup!?

No one would believe it if word got out.

Dr. Zola frowned. 'This Major General is not really thinking of joining Hydra, is he?'

"Red Skull's philosophy is too ... traditional, purely for the sake of power and ambition. But he has a saying I appreciate, 'There is no flag in the future!'"

Luke patted Dr. Zola on the shoulder and whispered, "The interests of the country are firmly tied to the politicians in the White House and the capitalist groups behind the scenes. I don't have to work for these people, nor do I want to be a tool or a weapon."

"That's why I'm going to join Hydra. I value the future of humankind more than wearing the Stars and Stripes."

"For a long time, you have used Operation Paperclip to infiltrate S.H.I.E.L.D. covertly, isn't that why you changed your face and resurfaced with a new image?"

"So, think about it, what could be more effective than developing S.H.I.E.L.D. into Hydra?"

Dr. Zola blinked and tried to sober up.

However, in the face of Luke's persuasion, he felt it was justifiable and flawless.

To this, the eloquent Major General wasn't surprised.

Because he redeemed Ra's al Ghul's skill card - [Weaving Logic]!

[Use crude language, rudimentary reasoning, and impose logic upon a normal person to make them agree with you. The success rate depends on the target.]

The League of Assassins, led by Ra's al Ghul, is a villainous organization that sees humans as rotting muscles and necrotic veins that need to be cleaned periodically.

Anyone with a bit of intelligence and some ability to think critically wouldn't consider such behavior reasonable.

Except for Batman, Ra's al Ghul has successfully brainwashed many people.

For example, Bain, daughter Talia, grandson Damian and so on.

Ra's al Ghul's every appearance was laced with words such as, 'Forest fires burn plants and animals; they will grow better next year.' This ridiculous statement would force his logic on other people.

"I know that within the Hydra, there is a distant legend about the Inhuman gods. But, do you really want to welcome back a monster from thousands of years ago and worship him as a god?"

"Instead of believing in the so-called alien, worship me! Superman! Wouldn't a powerful being who can fly into the sky, flatten mountains and crush steel with his hands and feet fit the definition of 'god' than an alien that no one even knows what he looks like? Besides, I don't mind at all if you kneel at my feet and worship me."

Dr. Zola continued to remain silent, but his mind was in a state of shock.

He had heard Red Skull mention about the Inhuman God inadvertently.

In theory, this is highly classified information within Hydra.

'Is there a mole in the organization?'

Almost immediately, the idea popped into Dr. Zola's head.

Immediately afterward, the former Chief Scientist of Hydra somehow felt that Luke's words seemed to make sense.

Judging from Superman's ability, it was no exaggeration to say that he is a god on earth.

If it were in the Mayan period when the Inhumans appeared, he might have been regarded as a god.

"Major General, Sir..."

Dr. Zola still wanted to continue to show his contribution and get rid of the suspicion of being a member of Hydra.

Luke waved his hand and interrupted, "Doctor, if you're not Hydra, then, I hope you are. If you are a member of Hydra, then even better. You can be my introduction to the organization."

"Red Skull doesn't necessarily want to bring back the Inhuman God; he cares more about the Tesseract. As for the other leaders, they all have their plans. After thousands of years of secret development, Hydra has long lost its original appearance. Although its name has not changed, its core is different."

"Including you, Dr. Zola. What is your purpose in entering Hydra? It can't be to worship a 'god' that you have never heard of!

At this point, the short, pudgy Dr. Zola sighed and stopped pretending.

He held up his glasses that had slipped down and smiled bitterly, "The beautiful promise of immortality."

"Red Skull said that the Inhuman God could give everyone eternal life. I am a scientist who knows that physical decay is the law of nature and impossible to stop, but I yearn for spiritual immortality!"

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Eternal life?

Getting rid of the fragile flesh and gaining immortality!

Luke paused, his eyes flashing.

It is no wonder that Dr. Zola later chose to upload his consciousness to computer storage and became a ghostly being in a digitized lifeform.

So, there was an agenda!

Think of the 200, 000 feet long database in the basement that is Dr. Zola's 'body' nearly a century later.

"Honestly, as a scientist, you shouldn't believe in such false promises. Eternal life, such a fool's fantasy."

The Major General laughed scornfully and didn't believe this.

Any religion gives a false layer of hope that only looks beautiful.

For example, the soul enters the kingdom of heaven and receives the illumination of the holy light.

Or a river full of milk and honey, seventy-two beautiful virgin maidens.

Hydra is no exception.

"Immortality? Who has ever lived forever?"

Luke smiled and asked in return.

If he had to say the possible existence of immortals on Earth, it was probably himself.

Luke clearly remembered Superman's independent story, in which the other person lived until the universe died and then started a new cycle again.

There were many similar examples.

For example, in 'DC One Million,' Superman stayed in the sun for 1,500 years and became Golden Superman.

And in 'Of Tomorrow,' Superman visited the earth 5 billion years later to witness the end's coming.

Time and life for a Kryptonian who continues to grow and constantly breakthrough, maybe a series of numbers, no big deal.

If he could visualize it, Luke thought his head would be throbbing with 1 every second.

"At that time, I was blind, enthusiastic about the Third Reich's great plan to conquer Europe, and I firmly believed in Hydra."

Dr. Zola took a sip of red wine to hide his embarrassment.

Any mortal has had the beautiful fantasy of immortality. Compared to power and money, an endless and long life is worth the madness.

"Believe me; the legendary Inhuman God won't give you what you want in return."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and poked at Dr. Zola's beautiful dream.

The Inhumans are only experimental products of the Kree and are still far from being true 'gods.'

As for immortality, a complete lie!

This is something that even their creator couldn't achieve!

As one of the three great empires, the Kree people imitated the gods and used the gene fragments of primitive human beings to carry out bioengineering experiments, creating a group of powerful fighters.

This is where the Inhumans came from!

The so-called Inhuman God is the first successful experiment.

'There are so many smart people in Hydra; why would they believe such a poor lie?'

Luke couldn't help wondering.

In theory, schemers should remain skeptical of everything.

"We have a ... plan."

Dr. Zola hesitated. If he continued, he would reveal the organization's secrets.

"Project Distant Star, right?"

Luke answered casually.

It was as if he dropped a bombshell.

Dr. Zola choked and tried to hide his shock.

'You even know this?'

'Has Hydra been infiltrated by S.H.I.E.L.D?'

'There is a mole in the top ranks!'

'Who could it be?'

'Baron Strucker?'

'Madame Viper?'

'Whitehall, who is responsible for welcoming back the Inhuman God?'

A series of names flashed through his mind, but he couldn't be sure.

Whichever one it is, it would be a huge blow to Hydra!

They have always been known for their ability to spy undercover and infiltrate the enemy's intelligence resources, but now, someone quietly put a spy in their side.

With this in mind, Dr. Zola was sweating like a pig.

Luke looked down; the other party's crazy 'brain gymnastics' look really made him want to laugh.

"Was I wrong?"

He continued to ask.

"No, no."

Dr. Zola shook his head hard and continued, "The Inhuman God, he was exiled to a distant planet."

"Although we can't be sure of the exact location; To welcome him back to Earth, we were able to send items through a portal in regular intervals. Sometimes it's a living person; sometimes it's some animal."

"What is certain is that God is still alive."

"Thousands of years have passed since the Mayan period, and he is still alive! Therefore, many people firmly believe that the Inhuman God could live forever and grant the ability to his most faithful followers."

Luke listened and curled his lips, thinking, 'I could also live until the sun died out, or the Big Bang.'

He would recommend that all Hydra members should change their faith and set up a sect to worship Superman.

"Well, let's go back to the original topic."

The rhythmic tapping of the Major General's fingers on the table created a kind of psychological pressure on Dr. Zola.

"Believe me, Doctor. I can create the perfect Hydra and lead you to a better future."

"I can help you achieve all the great things that Red Skull couldn't achieve and couldn't do. A large Hydra empire, a tightly knit commonwealth of human lives, a center of power that rules the world."

Luke was like the devil who tricked mortals into trading their souls.

Dr. Zola's face turned red. He was quite emotional.

'Weaving Logic' has completely assaulted him, and his mindset and logic have taken on Luke's intent.

"What's the cost?"

Dr. Zola restrained his inner desire.

"There is a common saying in the East; To eliminate external disputes, we must eliminate internal problems."

Luke narrowed his eyes and smiled gently, "Before ruling the world; we should concentrate Hydra's power in one place."

"I'm going to talk to Hydra's leaders, like Baron Strucker and Madame Viper, to discuss cooperation."

"Hydra doesn't have to have so many leaders, right?"

A basin of cold water instantly extinguished Dr. Zola's passion.

He looked up at Luke and said with a trembling voice, "Major General Sir, are you going to be the only leader of Hydra?"

"What's wrong with that? It's like a business. I brought S.H.I.E.L.D. into Hydra and should be elected as the largest shareholder and the CEO."

Luke looked puzzled and asked, "Do you have a better candidate than me? S.H.I.E.L.D is above the Pentagon's intelligence agency. Does this gift not carry enough weight?"

Dr. Zola was speechless, and his logic was in another mess.

Hydra has more than one leader, like Red Skull.

Like the hidden Baron Strucker.

Madam Viper is active in Japan.

Whitehall in Southeast Asia.

And so on...

There are nine people in all.

Even Red Skull, who had the Third Reich at his disposal, wasn't the only Hydra leader -- at best, he was a spokesperson on the table.

As a newcomer, Luke's demands were a bit too much and completely outside the realm of acceptable negotiation.

If the other side can S.H.I.E.L.D, as Hydra's incubation site, becoming one of the central figures is no problem.

As for the only leader, obviously impossible!

"If, as Major General said, would Hydra remain the same?"

Dr. Zola smiled bitterly.

"I'm afraid that S.H.I.E.L.D. will just swallow it up!"

Luke thought seriously for a few seconds and continued with his forced logic, "No organization can remain the same. Only by boldly embracing change can we be reborn."

"As for the question of who is the lead between Hydra and S.H.I.E.L.D., I don't think it's necessary to make such a clear distinction."

"Why don't we just call it 'Aegis Shield'? I don't mind being the first Director."

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Luke's personal proposal on developing the S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra family to build a human destiny community has been shelved for the time being.

Dr. Zola didn't make such an important decision; the leaders who hide in the dark must nod and agree.

He was originally a faction belonging to Red Skull, and the remnants had already been divided up for S.H.I.E.L.D and Hydra, so basically, nothing remained.

As Dr. Zola said before,

'I quit the organization, turned my back on the dark, and now I just want to be a good person.'

To some extent, it was also true.

After all, the leader ran away to outer space, and the Third Reich almost died. There weren't many minions who were obedient to him.

Life was already miserable to this point. What else is there to do in Hydra?

Following S.H.I.E.L.D honestly and hugging Superman's thigh was the better way.

"General Cavill, I don't have any opinion on the formation of Aegis ... Aegis Shield... "

Dr. Zola, who understood Luke's thoughts, turned his head and nodded decisively, "I also believe that you are definitely a better leader than Red Skull. "

"If S.H.I.E.L.D needs it, I can immediately provide the location of Baron Strucker, who's also one of the leaders of Hydra. "

"Other leaders, such as Madame Viper, are far away in Japan. Whitehall's whereabouts are always hidden. It's difficult to find them for now; I may not be able to help you. "

"Besides, Baron Strucker contacted me not long ago. This person has secret contacts with Atlantis and the Hellfire Club. "

"Most likely, he's also one of the forces behind this war!"

Dr. Zola is worthy of being an old Hydra member who would sell out his teammates without hesitation.

Anyway, they weren't in the same faction and had no friendship with each other.

"I will take time to go to Moscow in the future. If I meet Baron Strucker, I will talk to him properly and discuss the merger plan for Aegis Shield. "

Luke smiled kindly.

He didn't think the other party would refuse his request.

"The Baron is a wise man. I believe he's willing to make his due contribution to building a better future for humankind. "

Dr. Zola quickly chimed in.

It wasn't without reason that this pudgy scientist could stay besides Red Skull for so long and sit at the top.

At least, his skill of observing and reading the situation was no worse than Luke's former number one bootlicker, Alessandro Cossa.

"Dr. Zola, today's conversation ..."

Luke got up and picked up the glass of red wine on the table.

"Major General Cavill asked me to come here, only to discuss the Wöden's Blood transformation project. There's nothing other than that. "

Dr. Zola was smiling and looked like he was on his way.

"Well then, cheers. "

Luke nodded with satisfaction.

S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken the first step in the great plan to form the Aegis Shield Bureau by successfully acquiring a stake in Hydra.

With Dr. Zola as a referral, he believes that the seed that originally belonged to Red Skull will soon grow out.

"Yes, cheers!"

Dr. Zola raised his glass and said so.

He had subconsciously wanted to shout 'Hail Hydra!'.

Considering that he was turning his back on the dark and whitewashed himself, he forcibly swallowed it back.

"Hail Hydra. We will be on the same side in the future. ",

Luke seemed to have seen through Dr. Zola's heart and directly said this famous line.

The latter paused and quickly shouted, "Hail Hydra!"

In S.H.I.E.L.D.'s office, the two of them clinked their glasses together. The scarlet wine sloshes out a bit.

[Side quests: Arrival of a New Era: The Rebirth of Hydra!]

[Requirements: Be the only leader.]

[Reward: Unlock Kryptonian Spaceship.]

Glancing at the updated quest list, Luke smiled.

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A week later.

There are many cities along the Atlantic coastline.

For example, Boston, Philadelphia, Miami, and New York were attacked by the Atlantis fleet.

This is a sign of war!

The assembled blue-skinned aquatic people, either riding large sea creatures or piloting shuttle-shaped flying ships, began to head towards land.

"Major General Cavill, what's your plan?"

In the Oval Office of the White House, the President couldn't bear the public opinion outside and the pressure to go to war, so he had to ask Luke for help.

Other than Major General Cavill, who had accomplished countless miracles, he didn't know who else to trust.

During this time, the Navy Department attempted to contact Atlantis' forces, and several minor conflicts broke out between the two sides.

Each time, it ended in a loss.

As it turns out, it was nearly impossible for a carrier fleet to defeat Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean.

Even if the bombers were deployed to suppress the explosive force, it wasn't very effective.

Atlanteans were able to dive rapidly when they saw something was wrong.

Their high-pressure water cannons were incredibly powerful, and the fortresses they had built had their defensive water barriers, which even torpedoes couldn't break.

Unless the White House can make up its mind to drop another atomic bomb.

Otherwise, the situation of the next war didn't look optimistic.

"Mr. President, we shouldn't be dismayed. "

Luke was the first to speak out and reassure.

The President, who had been in office for less than a year, looked much more haggard after just a few days.

The National Guard has been evacuating and removing residents from cities near the Atlantic coastline to reduce casualties.

This has caused a lot of discontents,

The pressure of public opinion from the outside world was like boiling water.

The Americans, who had just experienced a war, had no idea that they were going into another battle, so they naturally complained.

Members of Congress were in an uproar, and the pro-war faction and the pro-peace faction met every day to ask if the other side's families were okay, as a matter of courtesy and cynical remark.

As for the Pentagon, some people have suggested dropping a few atomic bombs to clean up the site.

This shows that the impending war created a lot of pressure on the Bald Eagle, who liked to use its military dominance to coerce other countries in the future.

"Major General Cavill, I can't stay calm! As Admiral Nimitz said, if he knew where those blue-skinned guys were hiding, he'd drop a bunch of atomic bombs on them right now!"

The President smiled bitterly, indicating that he couldn't calm down.

He felt that he hadn't slept for days. When he closed his eyes, the Atlanteans had entered the white horse and hanged him on a pole in the streets -- that seems to be a French tradition.

"With all due respect, I'm afraid atomic bombs won't solve the problem. "

Luke punctured the President's last delusion and said in a deep voice: "Atlantis' royal city, Poseidonia, is probably tens of thousands of meters below the trench, and the shock wave formed by the explosion wouldn't hurt them. "

"Such great news... "

He took off his glasses and pinched his nose in silence.

If even the atomic bomb wouldn't work, how likely was it that America would win?

"S.H.I.E.L.D. hasn't been idle these days. We have hundreds of agents active in Boston and Philadelphia, gathering information on Atlantis. "

Seeing that the President was about to explode, Luke said promptly, "The tactics of the marine people should be to prepare to build forts along the coastline to form a solid defensive front and attack bases. "

"The Atlantic people can't adapt to life on land. They could breathe underwater, but they can't stay in human cities for too long. "

"Every once in a while, their troops will return to the coastal fortresses to replenish their weapons and hydrate. "

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"Doesn't this mean that Atlanteans can't go inland?"

Recently, the President, who was so anxious that his hairline started to move up, eyes slit up.

He wondered whether it would be safer to move the White House to Chicago or San Antonio.

There is no shame in a strategic relocation to preserve one's strength.

'Before the war starts, you're ready to move the capital and run. This move seems a bit familiar!'

Luke, who specially observed the facial expression of the President, was speechless for a while.

All politicians under the sun were the same.

"Atlanteans must have a solution to this problem. They could take the coastline as a starting point, constantly build strong fortresses as a transit station, and steadily advance the front line. "

Once again, Luke ruthlessly bursts the President's bubble.

Rather than expecting to be out of Atlantis' reach and difficult to access inland...

It was better to seriously think about how to organize forces and carry out a defense.

"I ... I forgot for a moment. Indeed, they could adopt such tactics!"

The President, whose dream was shattered and experienced the ups and downs of life in a few moments, was a little annoyed.

What's even more annoying was, he can't get mad at Luke.

Because, as things stand...

The only chance to save the country and win the war lies with this Major General.

Superman is humankind's last hope!

"Those strong fortresses built along the coastline with defensive water barriers are certainly able to supply the Atlanteans, but they are also obvious targets. "

Luke calmly analyzed the situation and continued, "It's entirely possible to send bombers to provide fire coverage while using carrier formations for small-scale disruptions. "

"Before, S.H.I.E.L.D seized several submarines from Hydra's hand. After thorough transformation, with the nuclear reactor designed by Howard Stark, they could be launched and put into service quickly. "

"The winning percentage against Atlantis' offense isn't as low as you might think. "

Hearing Luke say this, the President's heart settled down.

The young Major General sitting across from him had a slight twinkle in his eye.

Luke has a lot of cards in his hand.

Apart from Superman's own fighting power, the golden trident taken from Namor could change the weather and create a tsunami.

Dealing with Atlantis' army was simple enough.

He only needed to create a huge tsunami and destroy all those fortresses on the Atlantic coastline --this belongs to the lose-lose type of tactic. Kill 1000 enemies while losing 800 of your own.

There is no need to use it until the moment of crisis.

He didn't tell the White House and the Pentagon about this to keep the tension of this war fermenting and create a favorable situation for S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for a series of problems, such as the President not sleeping well, anxiety, hair loss, and baldness are beyond Luke's consideration.

"I think we can let the Navy Department's carrier group draw the attention of the Atlanteans from the side, while S.H.I.E.L.D. 's task force and the invasion group attack from the surface. "

Luke said methodically, this calm, confidently poise and steady bearing seemed to inject a shot in the President's arm, and his anxiety slowly calmed down.

In contrast, the many legislators on Capitol Hill, who are constantly arguing and disagreeing with each other, looked a bit ridiculous.

The result for the Pentagon was even more disappointing.

So many days have passed since Atlantis appeared.

Neither the Navy Department nor the Army Department could develop a realistic plan -- excluding the dumb idea of abandoning the coastline and retreating to the inland cities.

With this in mind, the president's eyes became even more eager as he looked at Luke.

It was as if the drowning man had finally grabbed a lifeline.

'Major General Cavill is the pillar of the country!'

'A true savior!'

He thought like this.

"Major General, feel free to ask for anything you need. "

The President was happy for a moment and got carried away.

If he had been thinking straight, he would have remembered how the young General sitting in front of him had sent the Budget Committee into a frenzy and the Pentagon into a tailspin.

Want benefits, offer conditions, apply for funds ... in these things...

Luke can be said to be highly proficient.

"It's my honor to make a modest contribution to this war. "

The young General, with a gentle smile, had no intention of taking credit for anything.

Such an attitude brought tears to the President's eyes; he was so moved that he couldn't speak.

"But--"

The president, whose hair was thinning, wasn't moved for long when Luke changed his tune and said, "Since you've said that, I'll have to accept this kindness and make a small request. "

'A small one?'

A sense of foreboding arose in the President's mind.

The next moment, Luke fished out a thick folder of probably hundreds of pages.

"This?"

The President's throat rolled twice; he silently prayed for Luke not to ask for money again.

The Budget Committee has been emptied!

He trembled and opened it, and the first thing that struck his eyes was --

'The Planning and Specific Regulations of the World Security Council'

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Three days later.

Harbor, Boston,

The cargo ships that usually anchor here have all disappeared.

In its place, a large triangular-shaped fortress has risen from the sea.

Standing on the shore, you can see a group of tall and strong Atlantean guards.

They wear fishbowl-like headgear on their heads for proper breathing.

Everyone is wearing the exoskeleton-like power armor uniform, giving off a sense of strength when walking.

Over the past few days, the Navy had made several attempts to chase them away, but all had failed.

There was a gap in firepower between the two sides, coupled with the fact that Atlantis is very familiar with the sea and can take full advantage of it.

The Navy Department's various tactics were hardly as effective as they could have been.

Generally speaking, Atlantis and the country with the same name from the studio next door were similar in science and technology.

After the end of World War II, it was well ahead of its time in the current world.

Unless the Bald Eagle could get the Allies together to fight another war against Atlantis and defend the citizens of the land world.

Otherwise, the best thing to do is abandon the coastal cities and shrink the defensive front inward.

So, it isn't unreasonable to say that many surrenderists, negotiators, and peacemakers in the White House and the Pentagon.

There is indeed a big gap between the land world and the marine civilization.

"Tell the Navy Department's Nimitz to bring in the carrier fleet; the Atlanteans are getting ready to land."

Luke dropped to the ground, withdrew his eyes, and spoke to the liaison officer.

Through his supervision and super hearing, he can easily learn what is being discussed in the fortress.

"The next step is the invasion group. "

Luke looked to the fully armed Rogers and said quietly, "You're going to lead the Army Department's mechanized forces, along with the National Guard as support, to stop the Atlanteans from landing. "

Most of the citizens of Boston were evacuated and relocated ahead of time.

Only the U.S. troops were left waiting to fight in this city, and the Atlanteans were about to land.

"I'll make sure it's done!"

Captain America tightened the vibranium shield in his hand and nodded vigorously.

This was his first time in a command role, and he was a little nervous inside.

"Steve, all you have to do is buy time for Howard to succeed in the final step. "

Luke advised.

He didn't doubt Captain America's Strength.

The 'battleship-class' soldier, who had gone through twenty-four times of Wöden's Blood transformations, was able to fight against the Atlantis army without any problems.

Excluding the mutants of the Hellfire Club and Namor himself, these blue-skinned undersea people could hardly go against him.

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