Superman

Back to the Hailong flagship Namor, leaning on the chair in the chamber.

He raised one hand to support his chin, his expression uncertain.

The King of Atlantis, who thought he was humiliated and threatened, left Liberty Island before the negotiation was over.

He has delegated specific tasks to everyone in the delegation.

Anyway, neither the land world nor the people of Atlantis seemed to take the king seriously.

Instead of staying there and enduring the oppression of Superman, it is better to return to the flagship to be more comfortable.

"Obviously he is a careerist who wants to get more benefits from Atlantis, but packs himself up as a peace messenger. It's ridiculous!"

Out of Superman's sight, Namor finally could speak out loudly.

After holding back from his left and right, he vented his negative emotions and began to face the problem to be solved.

Superman doesn't have much time for himself.

Within forty-eight hours.

Either hand over Sebastian Shaw; or choose to start the war again.

If the outcome of the negotiations is biased towards the latter, the major general who claims to be a pacifist will definitely not hesitate to use nuclear weapons to completely destroy the royal city of Poseidonia.

On one side is the life of the tribe, on the other side is the mutant compatriots.

Namor was in a dilemma and was tangled inside.

But what worries him more is that Superman mentioned the word "war criminal".

This is a serious accusation!

Although Namor has a pit in his head, he doesn't have any good feelings about the executioner and the butcher-even though he himself sometimes appeared in these two roles.

A villain with a low moral line may not be willing to be friends with another himself.

It's like many times, people don't like nosy guys.

But when I get into trouble, I hope someone can stand up.

Therefore, human beings are very complex and contradictory creatures.

Namor is even more complicated.

He is both human, Atlantis, and mutant.

Can be called a fighter among the mixed race!

It's just that, apart from having a strong body, this guy can't find any other advantages.

To some extent, it is a failure of genetic inheritance.

"I have to talk to Mr. Xiao."

Namor frowned, not knowing what to do.

After a failed battle, after a failed war.

Many tribesmen in Atlantis are quite critical of themselves.

If Namor insists on sheltering Sebastian Shaw, it may cause a violent backlash.

At that time, it is hard to say whether he can continue to hold his seat as the king.

"A hypocrite! What a pacifist is nothing more than a high-sounding lie!"

Namor felt that Superman deliberately proposed to solve the mutant problem, and then used the name of dealing with Sebastian Shaw to detonate Atlantis' internal conflicts.

"The eyes of the clansmen of that group of delegation are too short, they can only see the first level of intentions, and are completely unaware of the sinister intentions of Superman."

Namor, who thought he was standing on the fifth floor, became more and more alarmed at the city of Superman.

This is a terrible opponent!

He thought so.

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Liberty Island, meeting room.

When the representatives of the two sides dispersed, Luke and Secretary of the Navy Nimitz sat next to the long oval desk.

The two had a tacit understanding, and they stayed here to exchange opinions.

They all know that this negotiation is far from over.

On the one hand, Namor did not give a direct answer; on the other hand, it was the specific attitude of the terrestrial world.

As a marine civilization and prehistoric civilization, Atlantis has an extraordinary foundation and strength.

When this name spreads throughout the world, all countries on the land will pay great attention and be vigilant.

Luke had heard that the British had begun to restart the research project of "Wodden's Blood", but progress was slow.

In order to ensure the success rate and survival time of the recipient, they abandoned the "battleship class" and instead developed various types of the "tank class".

Stephanie, who has assisted Luke before, is considering whether to have another low-profile version.

For example, "armored car class"?

Super soldiers that can be mass-produced are far more cost-effective than high-end combat power.

The Soviet Union continued to vigorously develop the nuclear industry, planting mushrooms, and responding to various threats from the outside world.

Maozi's brain circuit is very simple.

There is no problem that a nuclear bomb cannot solve!

Not enough?

Then one more!

Anyway, vigorously work a miracle!

This is the simple idea of ​​Mao Xiong.

Caliber is justice, and equivalent is truth.

"Convening a peace summit...Major General Cavill wants to drag all the countries of the world in and form an alliance front?"

Nimitz thought for a while and asked curiously.

The White House did not express such a meaning, it can only be interpreted as Luke's personal thoughts.

This major general is also really bold. Now he dared to skip the president and make a decision directly.

I don't care if I will be held accountable afterwards.

This is probably Superman's confidence!

"Atlantis has a vast territory, and all the waters on the earth are theoretically their territory."

Luke nodded, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and said calmly: "We have won the victory temporarily, and we have won the opportunity to sit at the negotiating table, but there is no way to expand the victory."

"On the one hand, destroying the royal city of Poseidonia is the last resort and cannot solve the fundamental problem. Because Atlantis is a maritime civilization, we cannot achieve the purpose of plundering resources by occupying the land."

"On the other hand, a single country in the terrestrial world cannot cause enough pressure on the undersea people."

"So, what we have to do is to win over more allies-such as the British, such as the Soviets, and... the Spear Game."

"They are also interested in Atlantis, just waiting for a chance to enter, or an excuse."

Nimitz was convinced that through several contact battles and landing battles, he also saw the technological level of Atlantis.

At this time, it is still necessary to reach a consensus with other countries and unanimously.

"If it's Namor Mackenzie, that... the young man who doesn't look like a king at all, is determined to shelter Sebastian Shaw..."

The Secretary of the Navy asked hesitantly.

The Pentagon does not want to see war coming.

Especially in the face of Atlantis, a prehistoric civilization with extremely powerful military strength.

"Don't worry, Gears of War will be difficult to turn on again."

Luke looked confident that the Atlanteans would not accompany Namor to mess around.

They and the mutants are not compatriots, and there is no need to risk a renewed war and refuse his request.

If Nammo insists on insisting, it is likely to cause resistance from the tribe.

At that time, impure blood, losing the golden trident, arbitrarily launching war and dragging the country into the quagmire... These problems will all erupt all at once.

If Atlantis was replaced by France, it is estimated that the Great Revolution would have broken out long ago, sending Namor to the guillotine.

"As soon as possible, put the peace summit and the mutant-related matters on the agenda. As for the White House, I will personally explain to the president."

Facing Nimitz, who was an admiral, Luke, who was two ranks lower, was more like the one giving orders.

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"War criminals? No, this is a crime of desire! It is slander and slander!"

In the reception room, Sebastian looked at Namor who was expressionless, without the slightest panic, but made a sad expression that could not bear to look back.

"I did do something for the Third Reich. This is a dark history in my life that cannot be erased. But that was not my intention. During World War II, Germany was under the rule of the head of state. No one dared to resist the party. Guards and Gestapo."

"Namo, you know, I'm a scientist. The head of state liked my talents and ordered me to manage the concentration camp. Although I tried to refuse, the mob put guns on my head and said they wanted me to see. To my brain..."

"At that time, I hadn't awakened the talents of mutants. Therefore, I gave in! I often regret and ashamed the decision I made!"

Namor, who was originally suspicious, began to waver.

Sebastian Shaw's remarks are half true and half false, making it hard to tell.

Coupled with the complex emotions of guilt, sadness, and regret in his eyes, it is normal to deceive Namor into the brainless.

It can only be said that Sebastian Shaw deserves to be the black king of the Hellfire Club.

A good actor whose status as a mutant is delayed, if he enters Hollywood, Oscar will probably owe him several figurines.

"My hands may have been stained with the blood of some innocent people, but I have never killed or abused any prisoners held in concentration camps!"

Sebastian raised the volume, looked calm, and said loudly: "I have my own moral bottom line, for life-regardless of skin color or race, they are unique and respectable individuals!"

Namor couldn't help lowering his head, seemingly sorry for his unreasonable excessive doubt.

"Your Majesty, the land people are not worthy of belief. The crimes they accused are actually mostly committed by other people and planted on my head."

Sebastian calmly asked, "Just imagine, if I were really a cold-blooded butcher, an inhuman executioner, how could I be embraced by fellow mutants?"

Namor was silent for a moment. Due to psychological hints, he chose to believe Mr. Xiao's excuse.

His thinking and subconscious, being tampered with and guided, will take the initiative to lean on the mutant side anyway.

This is also the tricky part of the mentally capable.

Unless the magic resistance is extremely high, it comes with mental immunity.

Otherwise, anyone who meets the White Queen or Professor Bald will feel a headache.

"Then what should I do next, Mr. Xiao?"

Namor was a little at a loss.

Sacrifice Atlantis and save the mutants?

If he did this, the people who had long been dissatisfied might unite with the land world and kick themselves off the throne of the king.

"My thoughts remain the same, Your Majesty."

Sebastian said solemnly: "Everything you get at the negotiating table is determined by the winner of the war."

"If you want peace, you must first show strength. There are superhumans in the land world. Although we don't want to admit, the other party is indeed a huge problem that cannot be solved!"

"The only way is to use planetary weapons to destroy the terrestrial world-part of it will do."

"Let Superman lose his mind, let him step into our trap, and then use the continental shelf oscillator to completely bury the other person."

"Since this weapon can destroy the anomalous of the Lemurian civilization, there is no reason to kill Superman!"

Seeing Namor's hesitation, a trace of contempt flashed across Sebastian's eyes, and he continued to add a fire: "Your Majesty, think about it, will the Atlanteans accept a king who has repeatedly failed?"

"Superman has taken everything from you! The trident, a symbol of royal power, and the respect and glory the king deserves!"

"He is regarded as a hero and god in the land world! But you can only become a trivial defeat in the opponent's glorious record!"

"Can you accept this ending?"

Namor breathed heavily, and listening to Sebastian's provocative tirade, the tragic childhood experience emerged.

It seemed that during the days when he returned to the slums, he should have respected himself, the humble tribe, his eyes were full of alienation and indifference.

The difference in skin color made Namor seem like a different species, and was rejected by others.

Except for his mother, every Atlantean regarded him as a monster.

"I can only trust you, Mr. Xiao."

Pinching off the last thought of struggling, Namor said calmly: "I can be a loser, but I must never lose my crown and go back to my previous life!"

"Very good! In an attempt to achieve a great cause, you must know how to sacrifice some people. This is the first step that a qualified king needs to take!"

Sebastian patted Namor on the shoulder and applauded: "While Atlantis is still negotiating with the land world, we will directly take out the ultimate weapon. This is the last chance!"

"Want to call someone else?"

Namor asked.

"In the club, there are some people who are not firm enough. In order to ensure that the news is not leaked, we are the two!"

Sebastian said solemnly.