Marvel’s Superman

Time passed silently to November 1945, and the lively atmosphere before Thanksgiving became more and more intense.

People are starting to prepare for the festival parade, and many large supermarkets or stores are planning price reductions and giving out coupons.

New Yorkers are looking forward to an early gathering with family and friends to enjoy a turkey dinner.

"Well, what a fierce battle."

Luke woke up from the bed contentedly, glanced at the clothes and high heels that fell on the floor, and couldn't help but smile.

He walked into the bathroom naked, washed and put on his nightgown.

Pull back the heavy curtains to welcome the morning sun and a beautiful day.

"It's rare to see a peaceful New York in the future."

Luke stretched his muscles and basked in the warm sunlight.

He has had a relatively easy time recently, and the operation of S.H.I.E.L.D. has gradually been on the right track and has grown in a stable trend.

The headquarters expanded from three departments at the beginning to eight departments.

The numbers of spies, agents, agents and field teams are also increasing.

These are all credits to Carter, and I have to say that she is very suitable for the job.

It takes almost no effort from Luke to get things in order.

"If we continue at this rate of development, we will probably soon be able to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon and the White House."

Luke thought with satisfaction.

The three laboratories have also made gains recently. The nuclear fusion reactor proposed by Howard has made the latest model and is waiting for the test results.

Dr. Zola's idea of ​​Worden's blood to transform cells and improve energy absorption efficiency is beginning to pay off.

It might be another week before Luke can get the injection.

As for the mutant gene mapping project led by Bolivar, it is being tackled.

It is worth mentioning that the X task force, led by Wolverine and Saber-toothed tiger, performed well.

He has acted as a foreign aid for S.H.I.E.L.D. many times, assisting the agents to complete their tasks, showing quite dazzling results.

So that the gang of generals in the Pentagon, every time they have a meeting, imply Luke to recruit more mutants as soon as possible.

It is best to form a large enough army, and put it on the overseas battlefield to attack the city and kill the Quartet.

In this regard, Mr. Major General was unmoved, just as if nothing had happened.

These old guys who have experienced World War I and World War II know how to turn all available people or things into mass-produced assembly-line weapons.

Luke has his own ideas, and naturally he will not be influenced by them.

"The new house feels good."

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking Manhattan beneath his feet.

The traffic is busy and the flow is endless.

The astonishing height of the forty-sixth floor is enough to have a panoramic view of half of the Upper East Side.

Due to the enthusiastic sponsorship of Congress, Luke has sufficient funds on hand and is not short of money.

He spent a lot of money and bought a 48-story apartment building in Manhattan without blinking an eye.

According to the real estate agent, this skyscraper called Bastek Tower is the work of a well-known French architect, and it is high-end and elegant.

The only downside is that it is more expensive.

"It's also an appreciation investment."

Luke muttered.

Not long after the end of World War II, the United States has not yet ushered in inflation.

Putting it on the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where every inch of land is so expensive, the cost of buying a high-rise building will not be worth billions.

But what really moved Luke, apart from his own needs, was that the Bastek Building was only three blocks away from the Sanctuary in New York.

It is more reassuring to place Malena here, it is a disguise to let the Supreme Mage be a bodyguard.

"General, there is an emergency..."

Stryker's anxious voice came over the phone, as if his house was on fire.

"What happened?"

Luke frowned.

It was the weekend, and he wanted to have a leisurely breakfast before going to Brooklyn to chat with Rogers.

After the old friends reminisce, they can go to their luxury yacht docked in the port of the Hudson River, bask in the sun, and talk about life ideals.

Considering Captain America's integrity and the paparazzi outside, Luke dismissed the idea of ​​having a party with a bunch of models—that's Howard's style.

Before the boring and boring rich man's day started, Stryker's phone call ruined all plans.

"What the hell happened? Tsunami?"

Luke shook his head and sighed, and said to Malena, who was still lying on the bed, "Looks like I have to save the world. Tell Steve that the noon party is canceled."

Bang!

The voice fell to the ground, and the tall figure rose to the sky.

...

...

A few minutes later, Luke appeared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters building.

Stryker couldn't speak clearly on the phone, so he simply came over.

"What's the situation that made you look so panicked?"

Luke walked into the conference room, Carter, who was sitting on the left, looked solemn, and Howard became serious.

As a sidekick, Stryker stayed quietly in the corner.

In short, the atmosphere is rather depressing.

Could it be that the Kree people called in advance?

Luke narrowed his eyes and sat in the chief's seat.

"Very bad...diplomatic incident."

Carter spit out such a sentence.

She turned on the clunky projector and projected blurry black-and-white pictures on the wall.

"Tsunami?"

Luke's brows furrowed and flickered constantly, and the final coherent picture showed a messy post-disaster scene.

Buildings were washed away, bridges collapsed, waves did not cross the land...

"Here in Anna Maria Island, Florida, just yesterday, the local residents were hit by a tsunami, about the severity of the Level 2 orange alert."

With a cold face, Carter explained, "However, that's not the point. Look at this!"

When the female agent called up a photo, she saw a gloomy sky, violent storms, and a vague figure.

The hands are open, like a magician who casts spells, manipulating the weather changes.

"The man who claimed to be Namor MacKenzie, the King of Atlantis, created this catastrophe because of the federal government's arrest of his countrymen."

Carter's voice was a little low, and he said softly: "He took the initiative to send a tape to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI, admitting that the tsunami attack on Anna Maria Island was all done by him."

"And also said that if the military does not stop the brutality of arresting mutants, the next city to be hit by a tsunami will be New York!"

"Finally, Namor-McKenzie also focused on warning S.H.I.E.L.D., and...you—in the name of the King of Atlantis."

Luke listened silently, tapping his fingers on the table, no joy or anger on his face.

He didn't expect that the first person to stand up to trouble himself was the Sea King Namor.

The little prince is well-deserved of his reputation for tearing up.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has collected mutants recently?"

Luke asked subconsciously.

It's true that Namor is a mutant, but why is he suddenly interested in his fellow man?

This guy is only interested in tearing and prying people, and even the people of Atlantis don't care much.

Carter shook his head and replied, "No. According to what you mean, we have always started from the school and paid attention to those young students who have experienced abnormal events."

"They're more controlled, and they don't fight back like the other mutants. It's a low-key thing."

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon. Namor warned S.H.I.E.L.D. and himself for no reason. There must be other reasons.

After thinking for a few seconds, Luke spit out a name: "Sebastian Shaw."

ps: It’s better to send it out directly, you can always get what you should get~