Superman

Howard ran to sleep and recuperate.

Luke packaged the model of the nuclear reactor, as well as the design drawings and draft calculations, and sent them to the Atomic Energy Commission.

The guys in the Admiralty will definitely be ecstatic when they receive it.

Admiral Heyman Rikov of the Bureau of Ships has long proposed that the nuclear reactor should be placed in a submarine.

In this way, it is possible to avoid the huge defect of electric propulsion, leading to insufficient endurance.

The submarine can also be used as a missile launching station, thereby turning it into a deterrent weapon with an extremely important strategic role.

It's just limited to technical problems.

This idea can only stay on paper for the time being.

Luke knows very well that in two years at most, the Admiral Rikov will be able to get the approval of the Atomic Energy Commission and the Admiralty.

Appointed as the head of the Nuclear Power Department of the Bureau of Shipping, and the chief engineer of the nuclear submarine engineering, began to manufacture nuclear submarines.

The appearance of Atlantis and the existence of Howard only accelerated the occurrence of this period of history.

"I hope that Admiral Rikov can make a breakthrough soon."

Luke thought silently.

Pointing out the manufacturing technology of nuclear submarines means having a bargaining chip to negotiate with Atlantis.

For this upcoming small-scale war, he did deliberately condone.

The original plan was to use the threat of Namor and the presence of Atlantis to increase the weight of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s speech and its own status.

Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon, you can only wait for the Cree to lead a fleet invasion and the establishment of the World Security Council.

That's too slow.

Luke thought so.

Even the President and the Pentagon treat Superman very politely.

Being in the center of power, the rules governing individuals always exist objectively.

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

By the way, let politicians know the necessity of Superman.

"The next problem to be solved is the two unstable factors of Namor and Sebastian."

As Luke thought, he led Rogers into the elevator.

"Steve, we are 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 vibrating shield that rarely leaves him in his hand.

Luke discovered that both heroes and villains have strange fetishes.

For example, Thor likes hammers very much, and even if he has the Storm Axe later, he still loves Milner.

Sea King Namor never forgets the golden trident that was stolen.

Like these people, even after Captain America enters semi-retirement, the vibrating shield is wiped every day and put on the bedside when sleeping.

Get up early in the morning and open your eyes. As long as you look at it, Rogers will feel full of vitality and fighting spirit.

"Atlantis? Their king is not your opponent at all. In terms of combat power, we have an advantage."

Rogers sat in the large armchair of the director's office and adjusted his posture unaccustomedly.

This is much more comfortable than the sofa at home!

"Namo Mackenzie is indeed not my opponent."

Luke nodded and admitted frankly.

Think about it carefully, no matter which set of Aquaman, it seems that Superman has been beaten up.

Even if he didn't have himself, Namor would be killed by the copycat version of Superman Hyperman in the big events of the Secret War, and the entire country would be wiped out by the Supreme High Team.

Compared to now, just being taken away from the beloved Golden Trident, the end is much better.

In the next room, Superman even had an amazing move to move Atlantis to the Sahara Desert.

If Luke did the same, the blue-skinned gang of people living on the bottom of the sea would have to accompany the Wakanda.

The two countries with the most advanced technological strength on the planet are also countries with backward systems and outdated concepts. One day they become neighbors, and some interesting stories should happen.

"However, this is war."

Luke condensed his thoughts and said seriously.

"Namo will not be so stupid to ask me to single out. He has experienced a tragic failure. I believe he has calmed down and no longer holds the stupid idea that Atlantis is the world's number one and mutants are invincible in the world."

Rogers scratched his head, thinking it made sense.

Atlantis is not Berlin. Superman flies directly over and hangs Namor on a street light to end the war.

Killing a king will only arouse the hatred of the people at the bottom, thereby expanding the scale of the war.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Rogers asked subconsciously.

"You will know soon."

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He prepared a big gift for Sebastian Shaw.

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...

Boston, harbor.

Wearing a black leather jacket and stepping on a pair of short boots, the silver fox stepped off the taxi.

She is now a member of Task Force X, under the jurisdiction of SHIELD.

During this period of time, the team led by Wolverine and Sabre-toothed Tigers has run around the world like firefighters.

For example, go to Africa to collect a special metal mineral.

Or, clean up the remnants of Hydra.

All in all, Task Force X became a sharp knife of SHIELD.

And the effect is outstanding, so that the Pentagon general is very satisfied.

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

After getting out of the car, Yinhu patted the driver's shoulder and said.

The middle-aged uncle with a beer belly suddenly became hollow, as if he was distracted.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded vigorously.

After repeating the original words of Yinhu, he drove the car and left.

Not even the fare!

"Warehouse Four..."

The white prostituted the silver fox of the taxi driver and took out a note from his pocket.

Follow the address above and find the meeting place.

"you are late."

A graceful figure stood there waiting.

"Dear sister, I heard that you have become a running dog of mankind? In exchange for a stable life, betray your own camp, this is really in line with your nature."

The silver fox frowned, and said in an unkind manner: "Emma, ​​you sent a message specifically to ask me to meet. Is it just for a fight?"

"If this is the case, then I can only say that you are still as naive as before."

The curvaceous figure that appeared in the Boston Harbor was indeed the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.

She was wrapped in a black waterproof suit, carrying a weird helmet that acts as a breathing device in her hand, and her hair was wet, as if she had just finished swimming or surfing.

"Hehe, I thought you would be more excited and happier when you see your sister you haven't seen for many years."

The White Queen put her arms around her chest, her voice cooled.