Marvel’s Superman

"Major Admiral Cavill, I have received orders from Admiral Nimitz. Now, the fleet is yours."

The helicopter landed on the empty deck, and Captain Block of the Second Fleet came over against the strong wind from the propeller.

The chief of naval operations did not give Superman face.

Even if the opponent belongs to the army faction, it is a good opportunity to attack.

"Give face...it can become my mantra in the future."

Luke took off his sunglasses, satisfied with his relationship.

This is also a manifestation of personality charm.

"The two aircraft carriers that were raided by the Atlanteans yesterday were the USS Lincoln and the USS Stennis."

After Captain Brock received the order, he cooperated with Luke's inquiry.

"According to the soldier's report, it was 4:20 in the afternoon. The weather on the sea suddenly became very bad, with lightning and thunder, dark clouds swept over, and waves of dozens of meters were set off."

Luke narrowed his eyes, this way of creating a wave of atmosphere and brewing an effect can be said to be very Namor.

This product is similar to Magneto, the scene man, you can lose a fight, but your momentum can't be bad.

They all fall into the category of very expensive ones.

"Then there was a man on deck who claimed to be the king of Atlantis and said a bunch of... unintelligible nonsense."

Captain Bullock scratched his head as the wind and rain were so strong that the sailors were too busy putting the planes on deck back into the hangar, not paying attention.

"Then the man got angry, and a group of tall blue-skinned warriors emerged from the water. Their weapons were more advanced than ours, and they could shoot light and freeze people into ice cubes."

"And our carbine bullets don't penetrate their armor."

Luke nodded, Atlantis' technology is ahead of the current earth, at least for an era.

However, it is a high-tech civilization, and the national system is almost as backward as Wakanda, and it has a distinct level of strictness.

The criteria for choosing a king is first to look at blood, followed by strength.

If it weren't for the fact that Atlantis had not many members of the royal family and less direct blood, it might not have been the turn to get the mixed-race child named Namor.

"The Atlanteans quickly took control of the two carriers, and many sailors tried to resist, but to no avail. The first man on deck, Namor McKenzie, was like a super soldier. The power is infinite!"

Recalling the horrified expression of the sailor, Captain Block couldn't help but glance at Luke, this young major general is a super soldier, and he is the best one.

He paused and continued: "The man lifted a bomber with his bare hands and threw it into the sea, and also used a trident to destroy the rest of the planes and the engines of the two aircraft carriers."

"As a result, the Lincoln and Stennis are still stranded at sea and cannot be returned to the dock for overhaul."

Luke waved his hand, indicating that it was a trivial matter, and said easily: "Captain Brock, I will bring the two aircraft carriers back later."

An aircraft carrier is about tens of thousands of tons. It may be a little difficult to carry it, but it is not a big problem to push it back as a humanoid engine.

Luke's current peak strength remains around 500 tons.

At full strength, it can reach thousands of tons.

And, this is not the limit.

In theory, he is growing every day.

The unbelievably powerful physical data once made Howard, who tested him, collapsed. He couldn't imagine that humans could evolve to this level.

Luke always remembers the shocked look in Iron Man's father's eyes, and then said to him, "You must be living hard, and you must be careful in everything you do, lest you damage those concrete walls, buildings supported by steel and concrete."

But he quickly broke Howard's brain and replied, "No. Everything has a biofield."

Then, the conversation is over.

"Thank you so much, Major General Cavill."

Captain Brock frowned, and he was a little puzzled.

Could the young major general standing in front of him repair the aircraft carrier engine?

In other words, the other party is going to fly directly to the dock and bring back a maintenance team for himself?

Even if he thought about it, the captain couldn't guess that Luke took a simpler and cruder method.

"Captain, how many aircraft carriers are available in the Second Fleet?"

Luke stood on the deck and immediately became the focus.

The sailors and pilots who heard the news all stared at him with admiration and awe.

"There are three more that can be put into service immediately."

Captain Block said hesitantly.

He didn't know what Luke wanted to do, but it seemed like a high risk to easily give the aircraft carrier battle to an army major general.

If it weren't for Chester Nimitz, who is the leader of the Admiralty's brother, calling, the captain, known for his steadiness, would not necessarily have handed over the command.

"That's good. Then you order them to drop torpedoes in the target waters of the Strait of Gibraltar."

Luke's eyes flickered, determined to give Namor a good return.

Bombing with a torpedo, presumably igniting a detonator on the doorstep of Atlantis.

It might not hurt the huge city on the bottom of the sea, but it will certainly harass the violent Namor.

"torpedo?"

Captain Bullock was a little puzzled.

"Does this work? Those Atlanteans don't live at the bottom of the sea, and torpedoes shouldn't be a threat to them."

Luke didn't say much, smiled confidently: "Whether the plan is effective or not, we have to implement it to know."

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Atlantis, Poseidonia.

This is the center of the four oceans and the highest holy place in the eyes of marine life.

The magnificent city stands on the bottom of the sea, retaining the mysterious atmosphere of ancient civilizations.

The huge stone pillars standing tall support the resplendent square dome.

Many blue-skinned Atlanteans, riding seahorses or shuttle-shaped spaceships, formed a brilliant band of light around the capital.

Under the deep sea, it is not as dark and cold as people imagine.

Those colorful algae plants, or huge jellyfish, exude a charming light, reflecting the dreamy colors.

All this is destined to be difficult for humans to see.

Enter the center of the city through the huge water film that covers Poseidonia.

You can see an extremely gorgeous palace, castle, and many guards with weapons patrolling back and forth.

At the outposts everywhere, powerful high-pressure water cannons were set up.

Once an outsider breaks in, it will usher in the most violent firepower.

In the council hall of the palace, Namor, holding a trident, leaned on the throne.

His brows were tightly knitted together, and his face unabashedly revealed negative emotions such as irritability and impatience.

The many robe nobles standing at the bottom are the Presbyterian Church of Atlantis.

They were repeating the same boring rules, and Namor on the throne could almost smell a rotten smell.

It is ridiculous that an ancient civilization that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years still embraces the rules set by its ancestors!

Thinking of the evolution in Mr. Xiao's mouth, Namor looked at the Presbyterian Church even more annoyed.

"Your Majesty, we should not communicate with the terrestrial world! Not to mention in a bad way that might provoke war!"

An old Atlantis robe nobleman, showing a distressed look, as if Namor had done something terrible.

"Atlantis has been adhering to the tradition of seclusion and closure for a long time! Only in this way can it better preserve itself and avoid unnecessary incidents."

"But! Your Majesty, for what mutant, you took the initiative to expose the existence of Atlantis!"

"You even use war as a threat! Could it be that, Your Majesty, you really want to involve your people in the war for a group of aliens who have nothing to do with the Atlanteans?"

Namor snorted heavily and said loudly: "Will Atlantis lose to the land world? We have technological strength far beyond theirs, occupying 70% of the vast territory of this planet!"

"Why did the Atlanteans hide? We are stronger than the land people, they should be afraid and bow down to us!"

The robe nobles were in an uproar, disregarding the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, and they began to accuse Namor and regarded him as a lunatic.

They have rarely set foot on land since Atlantis sank into the Atlantic Ocean.

On the one hand, being out of the water for too long will make Atlantis very uncomfortable, and even cause symptoms of coma;

On the other hand, the huge disaster of the continental plate change has left a deep psychological shadow on them.

"We don't have to plunder the land and resources of the land at all! War is meaningless, Your Majesty!"

The robe noble exhorted.

"Of course it makes sense. Let the land people know of our existence, understand our strength, and worship Atlantis as a god! Isn't that enough?"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Namor's mouth. He thought that Mr. Xiao was right. The process of evolution is always accompanied by killing and extinction.

Survival of the fittest is the law of nature!

"His Majesty……"

The robe noble wanted to say something, but vaguely heard continuous explosions.

Namor, who has a better hearing, frowned, and his legs were slightly forced, like a sharp arrow, and rushed out of the palace.

He didn't want to continue to listen to a bunch of old guys for a long time, so he just took the opportunity to leave.

Breaking through the giant water membrane that protects and hides the city, Namor makes his way up.

The violent explosion sound became clearer and clearer, and the turbulent water flow formed tiny vortexes of different sizes.

"Damn terrestrial people!"

Namor surging up angrily, he saw the carcasses of fish floating on the sea.

Bang!

Swing your legs and accelerate suddenly!

Holding a trident, Namor broke the water directly, standing in mid-air like a god!

ps: Guaranteed two updates, I will continue to write next, but it should be very late.