Marvel’s Superman

Howard went to sleep soundly and recuperate.

Luke packaged up the model of the nuclear reactor, along with the design drawings and draft calculations, and sent it to the Atomic Energy Commission.

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

Admiral Hayman Rickover of the Bureau of Ships had long proposed placing the nuclear reactor in the submarine.

In this way, the electric propulsion method can be avoided, resulting in the huge defect of insufficient endurance.

The submarine can also be used as a missile launch pad, making it a very strategic deterrent weapon.

However, it is limited to various technical problems.

As a result, this idea can only stay on paper for the time being.

Luke knew very well that in two years at the most, the Admiral Rykov would be able to get the Atomic Energy Commission and the Admiralty to agree.

Appointed as the director of the nuclear power department of the Bureau of Ships, and the chief engineer of the nuclear submarine project, and began the manufacture of nuclear submarines.

The emergence of Atlantis, and the existence of Howard, only accelerated this history.

"I hope that Admiral Rykov can make a breakthrough sooner."

Luke thought silently.

Pointing out the manufacturing technology of nuclear submarines means having bargaining chips with Atlantis.

For this upcoming small-scale war, he did have intentional connivance.

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

Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon, you can only wait until the Cree led the fleet to invade and the World Security Council was established.

That's too slow.

Luke thought so.

Even the president and the Pentagon are very polite to Superman.

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

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

By the way, let politicians know the necessity of superman's existence.

"The next problems to be solved are only two unstable factors, Namor and Sebastian."

Luke thought as he led Rogers into the elevator.

"Steve, we are fighting side by side this time, and the first task is to solve Atlantis."

Captain America put on the familiar Stars and Stripes uniform and carried the vibranium shield that rarely left.

Luke discovers that both heroes and villains have strange fetishes.

For example, Thor, the god of thunder, especially likes to swing a hammer, and even if he has a storm axe later, he still loves Mjolnir.

The sea king Namor is even more obsessed with the golden trident that was robbed.

Like the above people, even after Captain America entered semi-retirement, the vibrating gold shield was wiped every day and placed on the head of the bed when sleeping.

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

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

Rogers sat in the large chair in the director's office and adjusted his posture a little unaccustomed to.

This is much more comfortable than the sofa at home!

"Namo McKenzie is definitely not my match."

Luke nodded, admitting frankly.

Thinking about it carefully, no matter which set of Sea King, seems to have been beaten by Superman.

Even without himself, in the big event of the secret war, Namor will be killed by the copycat version of Superman Hyperion, and the entire country will be wiped out by the High School team.

Compared to now, the end of the game is much better than when the beloved golden trident was just taken away.

On the set next door, Superman even made the amazing move of Atlantis to the Sahara Desert.

If Luke did the same, the blue-skinned gangs living at the bottom of the ocean would have to go to the Wakanda for company.

The two countries on the planet with the most advanced technology, but also with backward systems and outdated concepts, become neighbors one day, and there should be some interesting stories.

"However, this is war."

Luke restrained his thoughts and said seriously.

"Namo won't be stupid enough to ask me for a duel. He has experienced a tragic failure. I believe he has calmed down and no longer holds the stupid idea of ​​Atlantis world number one and mutants being invincible in the world."

Rogers scratched his head, thinking it made sense.

Atlantis is not Berlin, Superman just flew over and hanged Namor from a streetlight to end the war.

Killing a king will only arouse hatred among the lower classes, thereby expanding the scale of the war.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Rogers asked subconsciously.

"You'll know soon enough."

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He prepared a big gift for Sebastian Shaw.

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...

Boston, Port.

Wearing a black leather jacket and stepping on a pair of short boots, the silver fox stepped 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 of time, the team led by Wolverine and Saber-toothed tiger has been running around the world like firefighters.

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

Or, to clear the remnants of Hydra.

All in all, Task Force X became a sharp knife for S.H.I.E.L.D.

And the effect is outstanding, so that the generals of the Pentagon are very satisfied.

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

After Yinhu got out of the car, he patted the driver on the shoulder and said.

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

After a few seconds of hesitation, he nodded vigorously.

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

Not even a fare!

"Warehouse No. 4..."

Yinhu, who had prostituted the taxi driver for nothing, took out a note from his pocket.

Follow the address above to find the meeting place.

"you are late."

A graceful figure stood there waiting.

"Dear sister, I heard that you have become a human lackey? In exchange for a stable life, you are willing to betray your own faction. This is really in line with your nature."

Silver Fox frowned, and said in an unfriendly manner: "Emma, ​​you specially sent a message to ask me to meet, is it just for a quarrel?"

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

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

She was wrapped in a black waterproof suit, carrying a strange helmet that acts as a breathing apparatus in her hands, and her hair was wet, as if she had just finished swimming and surfing.

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

The White Queen folded her arms and her voice became cold.

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ps2: I got off work late, and I felt that it was a bit more difficult to hit the fourth.

ps3: strive to finish!