Howard ran to sleep and rested.

Luke packaged and sent all the models of the nuclear reactor, as well as the design drawings and calculation drafts to the Atomic Energy Commission.

Those guys from the Admiralty will definitely be ecstatic after receiving them.

Admiral Heyman Ricofer of the Ship Bureau had long proposed to place the nuclear reactor in a submarine.

In this way, the huge defects of electric propulsion can be avoided, resulting in insufficient battery life.

The submarine can also be used as a missile launch pad, thus turning it into a deterrent weapon with extremely important strategic role.

However, due to various technical problems.

This concept can only stay on paper for the time being.

Luke knew very well that in two years at most, the General Rikov would be approved by the Atomic Energy Commission and the Admiralty.

He was appointed as the head of the nuclear power department of the Ship Bureau and the chief engineer of nuclear submarine engineering to start the manufacturing of nuclear submarines.

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

"I hope that General Rikov can make a breakthrough soon."

Luke thought silently.

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

He did have intentional indulgence for this upcoming small-scale war.

The original intention was to use the threat of Namo and the existence of Atlantis to increase the weight of S.H.E.L.D.’s speech and its own status.

Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the constraints and restraints of the Pentagon, you can only wait until the Kerry leads the fleet to invade a large-scale invasion and the World Security Council is established.

That's too slow.

Luke thought so.

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

You can be at the center of power and the rules that restrict individuals always exist objectively.

Therefore, Luke wanted to take advantage of Atlantis' appearance and treat this marine civilization as external pressure to force those who are wary of themselves to take the initiative to open the heavy shackles worn on S.H.E.L.D.

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

"The next problem to be solved is only two unstable factors: Namo and Sebastian."

Luke thought, and took Rogers into the elevator.

"Steve, this time we fight side by side, the first priority is to solve Atlantis."

Captain America wore the familiar star-striped uniform, holding the vibrator shield that rarely leaves his body.

Luke discovered that both heroes and villains had strange fetishes.

For example, Thor, especially likes to swing a hammer, and even after he had the Storm Axe, he still couldn't put down Miaoernier.

Neptune Namo is even more obsessed with the stolen golden trident.

Like the above people, even after Captain America enters semi-retirement, the vibrator shield is wiped every day and placed on the head of the bed when sleeping.

When I get up early in the morning, open my eyes, and just take a look, Rogers will feel full of energy and fighting spirit.

"Atlantis? Their king is not your opponent at all. We have the advantage in terms of combat power."

Rogers sat into the wide chair in the director's office and adjusted his posture a little unaccustomedly.

This is much more comfortable than the sofa at home!

"Namor Mackenzie is indeed not my opponent."

Luke nodded and admitted calmly.

If you think about it carefully, no matter which set, Aquaman seems to have been beaten by Superman.

Even without himself, Namo would be killed by the copycat version of Superman Hibernon during the major events of the secret war, and the entire country was destroyed by the high school team.

Compared to now, the outcome is much better than being taken away by the beloved golden trident.

On the set next door, Superman even had an amazing move to move Atlantis to the Sahara Desert.

If Luke did the same, those blue-skinned living on the seabed would have to be with the Wakanda people.

Two countries on the earth with the most technological strength, backward systems and old concepts, one day, will one day become neighbors, and some interesting stories should happen.

"But it's war."

Luke calmed down his thoughts and said seriously.

"Namor will not be stupid enough to challenge me. After experiencing a painful failure, I believe he has calmed down and no longer holds the stupid idea of ​​Atlantis being the world's number one and the mutant being invincible."

Rogers scratched his head, thinking that it made sense.

Atlantis is not Berlin, Superman flew over directly and hanged Namo on the street light to end the war.

Killing a king will only arouse hatred among the lower classes and thus expand the scale of the war.

"Then what are we going to do?"

Rogers asked subconsciously.

"You'll find out soon."

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He prepared a big gift for Sebastian Shaw.

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...

Boston, port.

A silver fox wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of short boots walked out of the taxi.

She is now a member of Task Force X and is under the jurisdiction of S.H.E.L.D.

For this period of time, the team led by Wolverine and Sabertoothed Tiger has run around the world like firefighters.

For example, go to Africa to collect some special metal minerals.

Or, remove the remnants of Hydra.

All in all, Task Force X became a sharp knife of SHIELD.

And the effect was outstanding, which made the generals of the Pentagon very satisfied.

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

After getting off the car, Yinhu patted the driver's shoulder and said.

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

After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded vigorously.

He repeated the original words of Silver Fox and drove away.

I didn't even ask for the fare!

"Warehouse No. 4..."

Silver Fox, who had sex with the taxi driver for free, took out a note from his pocket.

Follow the address above to find the place to meet.

"You're late."

A graceful figure stood there waiting.

"Dear sister, I heard you have become a lackey of humanity? In exchange for a stable life, you will betray your own camp. This is really in line with your nature."

The silver fox frowned and said with a not-so-close attitude: "Emma, ​​you sent me a message to meet me, is it just for a quarrel?"

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

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

She was wrapped in a black waterproof suit, holding a weird helmet serving as a breathing device in her hands, and her hair was wet, just like she had just finished swimming and surfing.

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

The White Queen hugged her hands in her chest and her voice became cold.
Chapter completed!