Time quietly advanced to November 1945, and the lively atmosphere before Thanksgiving became increasingly strong.

People are preparing to participate in festival parades, and many large supermarkets or shops are planning price cuts and issuing coupons.

New York citizens look forward to a gathering with their family and friends as soon as possible and enjoy a turkey meal.

"Well, it's a fierce battle."

Luke woke up from the bed with satisfaction, 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 up, put on his nightgown.

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

"It's rare to see the peaceful New York City after it was released."

Luke stretched his muscles and bathed in the warm sunlight.

He has recently spent a relatively relaxed period, and the operation of SHIELD is gradually getting on track and growing with a stable trend.

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

The number of spies, agents, agents and field squads is also increasing.

All these are Carter's credit, and I have to say that she is very suitable for this job.

It's almost impossible to deal with Luke's carefree things.

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

Luke thought with satisfaction.

The three laboratories have also gained some recent gains. Howard’s proposed nuclear fusion reactor has made the latest model and is waiting for the test results.

Dr. Zora's Worden's blood transforms cells and improves energy absorption efficiency has begun to show results.

Maybe in another week, Luke will be able to receive the injection.

As for the mutant gene map mapping project led by Bolivar, the problem is underway.

It is worth mentioning that the X-team led by Wolverine and Sabertoothed Tiger performed well.

He has served as a foreign aid of SHIELD many times, assisting agents in completing tasks, and has shown impressive results.

So much so that the generals in the Pentagon hint at each meeting that Luke would recruit more mutants as soon as possible.

It is best to form a legion with enough people, put it on the overseas battlefield to conquer cities and land, and kill all directions.

The Major General was unmoved and just thought nothing had happened.

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

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

“The feeling of a new house is good.”

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking Manhattan at his feet.

There are traffic flowing endlessly.

The amazing height of the forty-sixth floor is enough to see half of the Upper East District.

Thanks to Congress' enthusiastic sponsorship, Luke has sufficient funds on hand and is not short of money at all.

He spent a lot of money and bought a forty-eight-story apartment building in Manhattan without blinking.

According to the real estate agent, this skyscraper called the Basterque Building is written by a well-known French architectural designer and is high-end, elegant and upscale.

The only disadvantage is that it is expensive.

"This is also considered an appreciation investment."

Luke muttered.

Now that World War II is over, the United States has not yet ushered in inflation.

In the future, when every inch of land is valuable, the Upper East Side of Manhattan will cost less than a few billion to buy a tall building.

However, the reason that really impressed Luke is not only due to the need for it, but also because the Basterke Building is only three streets away from the Sanctuary of New York.

It is more reassuring to place Marlena here, so it is a disguised way to let the Supreme Master be a bodyguard.

"General, there is an emergency..."

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

"What happened?"

Luke asked with a frown.

Today is the weekend, and he wanted to have breakfast slowly and then go to Brooklyn to chat with Rogers.

After the old friend reminiscing about the past, he could still go to his luxury yacht docked at the port of the Hudson River to bask in the sun and talk about his life ideals.

Considering Captain America's integrity and the paparazzi squatting outside, Luke gave up the idea of ​​calling a group of models to party - that was Howard's style.

Before the boring and boring rich man could start the day, Stryker's phone call made all his plans go to waste.

"What the hell happened? The tsunami?"

Luke shook his head and sighed, saying to Marlena, who was still lying on the bed: "It seems I have to save the world. Tell Steve that the party at noon will be cancelled."

Bang!

As he finished speaking, his tall figure soared into the sky.

...

...

A few minutes later, Luke appeared in the S.H.E.D. headquarters building.

Stryk couldn't explain it clearly on the phone, so he simply came over.

"What's the situation that makes you look like you're so panicked?"

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

As a follower, Stryker stayed quietly in the corner.

In short, the atmosphere is relatively depressing.

Could it be that the Kerry call came in advance?

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

“It’s a bad…diplomacy.”

Carter said this.

She turned on the bulky projector and cast blurry black and white photos on the wall.

"Tsunami?"

Luke frowned and kept flashing, and the final coherent picture presented a messy post-disaster scene.

The building was washed down, the bridge collapsed, and the waves were blocked across the land...

"This is Anna Maria Island, Florida. Just yesterday, local residents were attacked by a tsunami, probably the severity of the second-level orange warning."

Carter explained with a cold face, "But this is not the point. Look at this!"

The female agent brought up a photo and saw a gloomy sky, storm and vaguely vaguely a blurred figure.

The hands were spread out like a spellcaster, manipulating weather changes.

"The man claimed to be Namo Mackenzie, the king of Atlantis. Because the federal government arrested his compatriots, he created this disaster artificially."

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

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

"In the end, Namo Mackenzie also focused on warning S.H.E.L.D. and...you - in the name of King Atlantis."

Luke listened quietly, his fingers hitting the table, and there was no joy or anger on his face.

He didn't expect that the one who came out to cause trouble for him was Aquaman.

The fight against the little prince is well-known. Before he even provoked the other party, he came to the door.

"ShieldD has collected mutants in a lot recently?"

Luke asked subconsciously.

It’s right that Namo is a mutant, but why did he suddenly take care of his compatriots?

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

Carter shook his head and replied, "No. As you mean, we have always started from the school and focused on young students who have had abnormal events."

"They are easier to control and will not resist fiercely like other mutants. These things are going on very low-key."

There will be evil if something goes wrong. Namo warned S.H.E.L.D. and himself for no reason. There must be other reasons.
Chapter completed!