Marvel’s Superman

It's been a tough day.

The president in the Oval Office is on pins and needles.

The chief of staff advised him to hide in an underground dugout to avoid the worst, and it was too late to escape.

"Your Excellency, we cannot put all our hopes on Major General Cavill."

He said so.

"Then what else can we do? Are we going to ask the British for help, or the red brown bear from Siberia? This is not the third world war, there are no allies, they will only talk in perfunctory diplomatic rhetoric while waiting quietly. The United States will collapse and fall!"

The president took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his red nose.

At this moment, he even wanted to learn from the leader who died, and scolded him "Mom to Fake".

"I can only believe in Superman and work miracles again! At least Boston and Philadelphia have not fallen, and millions of citizens of New York are also waiting for the news of victory."

Mr. President's voice was exhausted, and he said seriously: "At this time, if it is reported that the President has left the White House and hid in the underground bomb shelter, what will the people in New York think? People may not notice the fleeing soldiers, But the general who escaped will be spurned!"

The chief of staff had nothing to say but remained silent.

Since the two atomic bombs were dropped and detonated, not only the psychological shadow of the Neon island country has been serious, but the Soviet Union has also actively developed the nuclear industry.

There is no ambiguity on the Bald Eagle side. The military has long established a secret force composed of helicopter pilots and ground staff at Olmsted Air Force Base in Pennsylvania.

They are on call at any time and are responsible for the important task of rescuing the president and members of the cabinet after the homeland is hit by a nuclear attack.

Whenever the White House signals an emergency, the force arrives as quickly as possible and escorts the president to the underground bomb shelter in Mount Weather.

"God bless!"

Mr. President looked out the window, the green lawn was empty.

Air-raid sirens have long sounded, reminding ordinary people in Washington, D.C., not to go out.

This all seems to bring people back to World War II!

"Perhaps worse than a world war."

Mr. President smiled wryly.

At least World War II didn't really affect the American home base, it was all fighting on other people's territory.

But now, the army of Atlantis may soon appear in Washington, D.C.

Time passed slowly, minute by second, and the sound of the minute and second hands moving in the room was exceptionally clear.

The chief of staff sat back on the sofa with a tragic expression on his face, as if he was about to die for the country immediately.

Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!

The telephone placed on the large desk suddenly made a sharp chirping.

Mr. President's arm on the table visibly trembled.

He took a deep breath and picked up the vibrating microphone.

The chief of staff watched the president's expression carefully, expecting to see a glimmer of victory on his wrinkled, tired face.

The voice on the other end of the phone spoke so quickly and quickly that he couldn't hear the specific content.

"Minister Nimitz."

The president's face was calm, and he said in a serious tone: "Please help me convey my sincere thanks to Major General Carville, who once again ended a war! He is a hero of the country!"

It was a short sentence, but it contained extremely strong emotions.

After putting down the microphone, the president put his hands on the table.

His chest heaved, his breathing heavy.

After waiting for several minutes, the president calmed down his excitement, raised his head again, and said forcefully, "Hold a press conference and tell the people waiting for news that we won!"

The chief of staff was stunned for a moment, making sure he heard correctly, he waved his arms vigorously, and let out a gaffe cheer.

"I'll do it right away! Your Excellency, in which direction should the speech be written? Should it emphasize the country's leadership and decision-making, the effective cooperation of the military, or... Major General Carville?"

After sorting out his emotions for a few minutes, the chief of staff asked hesitantly.

If Major General Cavill's achievements are highlighted, then there must be a reward.

How long did it take for the end of World War II to be promoted to general?

Such a promotion speed is simply unbelievable!

"Of course, tell the people truthfully that Superman once again stopped this war and brought peace to everyone."

Mr. President thought for a moment and gave the answer.

During his tenure in office, it was always right to have a good relationship with the major general.

As for how to prevent Superman from becoming too powerful, leave it to the next person in power.

"By the way, remember to contact Major General Carville, and he will be the representative for the negotiation meeting in two hours."

Mr. President exhorted.

Young people are pushy.

I believe Superman is no exception.

The task of negotiating with Atlantis will be left to the Major General and S.H.I.E.L.D.

...

...

"The land world has agreed to negotiate, and the venue is Liberty Island in the Hudson River."

Namor put his hands on the seat, reluctantly accepting the cruel reality of losing the war.

News came from the royal city of Poseidonia that an explosion occurred in the trench above, burying a third of the slum area outside the shield.

To make matters worse, the land people have more powerful weapons ready to be released.

Unless Namor leads the army and immediately returns to the city to protect the crystal, he is likely to become a king of subjugation.

Then comes a new and troubling question, which is that Superman might just sit back and forth in the Atlantic, waiting for him to be delivered.

After much consideration, Namor could only agree to the option of negotiation.

In any case, this war cannot be advanced for the time being.

He could only go back to the city to replenish his equipment and physical strength, and then consider protecting the crystal and leveling the enemy's line.

"Damn bastard! Why is a land person so strong!?"

Namor cursed to himself.

The thought of seeing Superman later made his chest aches.

He originally decided to let the head of the hammerhead shark tribe do the work, but unfortunately the other party's weight is not enough, and he may be at a disadvantage when negotiating.

As a suitable candidate, Mr. Xiao said that he was doing multi-person sports at night. When he challenged the limit, he accidentally twisted his waist and it was difficult for him to take up this errand.

"Fortunately, there is also the Continental Shelf Oscillator. This is a bargaining chip... Let the golden trident come back, otherwise the king's seat will be unstable."

Namor made up his mind and cheered himself on.

After the last tragic failure, Superman left a deep and large area of ​​​​shadow on his heart.

Awaken the innate abilities of mutants, plus the royal blood of Atlantis.

Under the double reinforcement, Namor hardly ever encountered an opponent and maintained a rare winning streak.

Until I met Superman—

Terribly beaten!

The winning streak ends!

A fork through the chest!

Get away with it!

The peak life that originally sat on the throne and ruled the four oceans took a sharp turn and became a complete tragedy.

"Let the legion commander bring enough soldiers! We are just negotiating with the land people, not surrendering! We must let the other side see the power of Atlantis!"

Namor said solemnly.

The secretary in the chamber nodded yes.

Silently slandered in the heart, the rear base camp was almost taken away, is this still surrender?

...

...

Two hours later, Hudson River, Liberty Island.

A giant ship like a sea dragon is docked on Liberty Island, which is the exclusive flagship of the King of Atlantis.

The Hammerhead Shark Legion is strong and strong, and the Royal Guard is aggressive, guarding Namor, who wears the crown, as if they were the victors.

On the other hand, the U.S. military has only the Atlantic Fleet lined up to withdraw to the mainland, and a group of high-ranking officials of the Admiralty who are shocked.

Where have they seen such a big scene!

The blue-skinned Atlanteans rode a ferocious and terrifying four-legged sea beast, exuding a ferocious aura.

Huge ships, strong as fortresses, cast shadowy silhouettes that block the sun, like a sleeping sea dragon.

"Where's Major General Cavill? Not here yet?"

asked the Admiralty's Nimitz in a low voice.

At this moment, only Superman can calm down the scene!

"Probably still on the way."

The other general replied.

"The land people, the great Lord of the Seven Seas, the ruler of the four oceans, the king of Atlantis asks you, who is the negotiator of the land world?"

The Shark Head Corps commander asked in a blunt tone.

Senior officials of the Admiralty look at me and I look at you, expressing that I do not know how to answer.

"The negotiator is..."

Nimitz stood up and was interrupted by a commotion before he could finish speaking.

Following the exclamations of the crowd, he looked towards the direction of New York Bay.

A figure appeared!

It's Superman!

"Major General Cavill is..."

Nimitz was a little puzzled.

He saw the young major general, holding a golden trident, stomping on the river in the air.

Whoa!

The water is rippling!

Like an invisible force, the rushing Hudson River is forcibly separated.

A straight passage suddenly appeared!

The bright sunlight casted down, like a layer of golden light covering Luke's body.

In addition to this scene, it is like a perfect reproduction of the holy scriptures, making him like a god descending on the world!