Superman

Luke's personal proposal for the development of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Hydra family to build a community with a shared future for mankind was temporarily shelved.

Such an important decision, Dr. Zola said it was not counted, and the leaders hiding in the dark must nod their heads and agree.

He originally belonged to the Red Skull faction, but the remnant forces had long since divided S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra, and basically there was nothing left.

So, Dr. Zola said before.

I left the organization by myself, abandoned the dark and turned to the bright, now I just want to be a good person.

To some extent, it can be regarded as truthful.

After all, the boss ran away to outer space, and the Third Reich was almost dead, and there were not many obedient brothers under his hands.

Life is miserable for this reason, and what is still mixed with Hydra.

Follow S.H.I.E.L.D. and hug Superman's thigh is the right way.

"General Cavill, I have no opinion on the formation of the Snake...Snake Shield."

Dr. Zola, who understood Luke's thoughts, seemed to be turning 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 Straker, who is also one of the chiefs of Hydra."

"Other leaders, like Madame Viper, are far away in the Neon Island. Whitehall's whereabouts have always been secretive. It is difficult to find for a while. I may not be able to help."

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

"It is very likely, and one of the people behind the war!"

Dr. Zola is worthy of being an old Hydra who has everything to do with it, and he sold his teammates out without hesitation.

Anyway, everyone is not a faction, and they don't have much friendship with each other.

"I will make time to go to Moscow in the future. If I meet Baron Strak, I will have an in-depth conversation with him and discuss the merger plan of the Snake Shield."

Luke smiled kindly.

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

"The Baron is a smart man. I believe he is definitely willing to make his due contribution to jointly building a better future for mankind."

Dr. Zola quickly agreed.

This short and chubby scientist can stay by Red Skull for so long and sit in a high-level position. It is not without reason.

At least this ability to watch and watch, compared to Luke's first licking dog, Alessandro-Corsa is not much worse.

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

After talking about business, Luke stood up and picked up the glass of red wine on the table again.

"Mr. Major General came to me just to discuss the transformation plan of Warden's Blood. There is nothing else."

Dr. Zola smiled and looked very good.

"Then, cheers."

Luke nodded in satisfaction.

The Chief Aegis successfully invested in Hydra to form the great plan of the Snake Shield Bureau. The first step has been taken.

With Dr. Zola as a referral, I believe that the head that originally belonged to the Red Skull will soon grow out.

"Uh, cheers!"

Dr. Zola raised his glass and sneered.

He originally wanted to shout "Long live the Hydra" subconsciously.

Considering that he had abandoned the dark and turned to the light, he washed ashore and swallowed it forcibly.

"Long live the Hydra. From now on we will be one camp."

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

The latter was stunned for a moment, and hurriedly shouted: "Long live the Hydra!"

In the office of Chief Aegis, the two clinked glasses to each other, and the scarlet wine swayed in circles.

[Secondary mission: the arrival of a new era, the rebirth of the Hydra!

[Requirements: Become the only leader.

[Reward: Unlock the Krypton Spaceship]

Glancing at the updated task list, Luke smiled.

...

...

a week later.

Numerous cities on the Atlantic coastline.

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

This is the signal of war!

The group of blue-skinned people on the bottom of the sea, either riding huge marine creatures or driving a shuttle-shaped flying boat, began to march towards the land.

"Major General Cavill, what are your plans?"

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

Except for Major General Cavill, who has created countless miracles, he doesn't know who else to trust.

During this time, the Admiralty tried to contact the army of Atlantis, and several small-scale conflicts broke out between the two sides.

Every time it ended in a disastrous defeat.

Facts have proved that it is almost impossible for the aircraft carrier fleet to defeat Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean.

Even if bombers are dispatched to suppress firepower, the effect is not great.

When the Atlanteans saw something wrong, they could dive down quickly.

Their high-pressure water cannons are amazingly powerful, and the strong fortresses they have built have their own defensive film, which can't even be broken by torpedoes.

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

Otherwise, the next war situation is not optimistic.

"Your Excellency, we don't need to panic."

Luke first spoke to appease.

I haven't seen him for many days. The president, who has been in office for less than a year, looks much haggard.

In order to reduce casualties, the National Guard has been evacuating and evacuating urban residents near the Atlantic coastline.

This approach has caused dissatisfaction among many people.

The turbulent pressure of public opinion from outside is like boiling water.

Americans who have just experienced a war have no idea of ​​fighting at all, so naturally they have many complaints.

The congressmen on Capitol Hill quarreled, and the main battle group and the main peace group met every day to greet each other's parents whether they were alive or not.

As for the Pentagon, someone has already proposed to drop several atomic bombs to wash the ground.

It can be seen that this war that is about to break out has put a lot of pressure on the bald eagle, who loves to use military hegemony to coerce other countries in the future.

"Major General Cavill, I can't keep calm! As the Minister of the Admiralty Nimitz said, if he knows where the blue-skinned guys are, he can't wait to throw a bunch of atomic bombs over!"

The president smiled bitterly, expressing that he could not calm down.

He hadn't slept peacefully for several days. When he closed his eyes, it was the Atlantis who broke into the White House and hanged himself on the street lamp pole-it seemed to be French tradition.

"With all due respect, the atomic bomb may not solve the problem."

Luke pierced the president's last illusion, and said in a deep voice: "The royal city of Atlantis, Poseidonia may be under a trench of tens of thousands of meters, and the shock wave formed by the explosion should not hurt them."

"This is really good news."

The president who took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose was speechless.

Even if the atomic bomb doesn't work, how likely is the federal government to win?

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been idle for a while. We have sent hundreds of agents to be active in Boston and Philadelphia, collecting intelligence information on Atlantis."

Seeing that the president is about to explode, Luke timely said: "The tactics of the undersea people should be to prepare fortresses along the coastline to form a stable defensive line and offensive camp."

"The Atlanteans actually can't adapt to life on land. They can breathe underwater, but they can't stay in human cities continuously."

"Every time, their troops will return to the fortresses on the coastline to replenish weapons and water."