I'm really not a superman in Marvel

"Your reward."

Natasha smiled coquettishly.

Lin Qi, who was originally full of anger and anxiety, suddenly smiled and hugged Natasha even tighter.

"Humph."

Unexpectedly, this hit touched Natasha's wound, causing her to groan in pain.

Lynch glanced nervously at the wound, and found that the condition of the wound was not optimistic.

"Let's go."

As he spoke, Lynch looked at Namor who was thrown away by his punch, and put on a cold expression.

He regretted it a little.

Either the Atlantic earthquake was not mentioned at the beginning, or the potential threat was directly addressed.

From the looks of it, this Namor is not much different from the one in his impression.

The same insolence, the same stupidity, the same lust.

Namor was originally Marvel's first superhero with a name and a surname. In the end, he became a third-tier character, far inferior to the Neptune of the DC family next door. Of course, there is a reason.

It is also a hybrid of Atlantis and humans, Neptune is biased towards humans, but Namor only cares about his Atlantis people.

The same is a heterogeneous hunk with his body exposed, Aquaman gives people a simple and honest feeling, but Namor looks evil and insidious.

With the same partner configuration, Neptune and his wife Mera are on the right side, very happy, but Namor thinks about hooking up with married women and wives every day.

Who would like such a role?

Even if Namor is better than Neptune, for example, Namor can fly and the artifact is easy to use, but other than that, all other aspects are completely defeated.

Such a character who looks angry at the sight, if it hadn't been released early and required by the world view, it would have been deleted by Marvel long ago.

With just a glance, Lynch confirmed that Namor was seriously injured, so he didn't care about him anymore.

Take Natasha out of here first. After all, this is her hometown, and she might get hurt if they fight.

"Close your eyes."

Lynch gently stroked Natasha's eyes, fearing that she would feel uncomfortable seeing the scene moving at high speed.

Then, Lynch used his spiritual power to stimulate the power field and wrap Natasha around.

With a bend of his legs, Lynch flew out of the seabed with Natasha in an instant, heading for New York.

Unlocking the shackles, Lynch's speed was as fast as lightning, and he traveled thousands of miles in an instant. Even the hundreds of passengers on the passenger plane he met on the road couldn't see clearly what the shadows passing by were.

Soon, the two stopped at a special hospital.

This is a secret hospital under SHIELD, which is specially used to treat SHIELD agents who perform various special tasks. It has good confidentiality and sufficient level.

Soon, the hospital checked Natasha, and she was sent to the ward after being treated safely, while Lynch stayed silently by the side.

……

Atlantis, where Natasha was originally, was already in a mess.

He was so angry that he didn't care about Lynch's verification of his terrifying and destructive power. From the beginning to the end, he rushed in quickly, punched Namor, and finally left quickly. A hundred miles around was reduced to ruins.

Where Lynch was originally standing, a large hole similar to a crater appeared, and the nearby buildings collapsed outwards.

And Namor was knocked into the air by Lynch's punch from a distance, smashing countless stone pillars on the wall, and fell down a hundred meters away, unconscious with bleeding from his mouth and nose.

After Lynch left for a long time, Atlantis finally came in a panic and dug out their king from the ruins.

They were so terrified that they couldn't understand why their king was injured and passed out in his palace.

Fortunately, they weren't too stupid. Several Atlanteans danced around Namor and chatted for a long time, finally thinking of sending Namor to treatment.

The technological level of Atlantis is quite high, but this high level is often only reflected in useless places.

For example, it only took them a few minutes to snatch Namor back from the hands of the god of death, who was only breathing.

However, most of the high-tech civilizations in the Marvel world are not so smart when facing the enemy. They always wear high-tech uniforms and carry high-tech weapons, and charge the enemy like primitive people.

Who do you ask to justify this?

Having said that, after treatment, Namor, whose breath of life gradually stabilized, came to life.

He opened two eyes full of hatred and fear, as if Lynch was right in front of him.

It's a pity that there are only a few blue-skinned men from Atlantis with cute looks and nervous faces in front of him.

"What happened? Why are you hurt like this?"

An Atlantean couldn't help asking.

And Namor glared at him viciously when he heard which pot was not open and which pot was being lifted.

The Atlantean couldn't stand this kind of death stare, he immediately took two steps back with a shudder, and closed his mouth aggrieved.

"I will kill you, I will kill you!"

Namor barked his teeth and roared furiously, as if appearing in his mind again...

Oh no, he didn't even see Lynch.

In his memory, from the moment his trident was about to poke Natasha's body, it was as if he was tightly grasped by an invisible big hand, and every part of his body seemed to be frozen into ice, unable to move at all.

At that time, he could only suppress the infinite fear and despair in his heart, trying to break free with all his strength.

Fortunately, this horror did not last long.

Soon, he was knocked unconscious by Lynch's punch and flew far away.

hateful!

Namor's guilt was both angry and afraid; he wanted revenge and regretted it.

The anger is because he, who has always been arrogant and arrogant, is the king of the ancient civilization of Atlantis with a long history and powerful technology. He is the lord of the seven seas who is vast and has countless subjects. He almost died without even seeing the shadow of the enemy. What a shame!

The fear is of course because that enemy definitely has the ability to kill him, he is only a little away from death!
He has always bared his teeth and must report, of course he wants to take revenge on Lynch, but what will happen?There is a high probability that it will be sent to your door looking for death!
So he regretted it too, regretted that he shouldn't have provoked these human beings, and shouldn't have provoked that overly beautiful woman.

But is it useful to regret now?

Namor, who was too excited, made a big move, pulling his severely injured body, grinning his teeth in pain for a while.

At this time, four Atlanteans rushed to him.

Seeing that Namor was seriously injured and dying, an Atlantean with a mature face said to Namor with a solemn expression:
"My king, have you been attacked by enemies on land?"

Namor restrained his anger, then looked at the speaker coldly.

This is the most powerful minister under Namor, who has helped him a lot and can be called his right-hand man.

After all, he was the first Atlantean-human hybrid ever to become King of Atlantis.

It's as unbelievable as a white man or a black man running to become the king of a flower planter, and one can imagine the hardships and difficulties involved.

Without this minister, Namor might not be where he is today.

Therefore, Namor did not ignore his inquiry, and replied coldly:
"Yeah, that damn guy is powerful."

A look of astonishment flashed across the face of the minister, who was quite a man of the city.

In his memory, he had never heard Namor comment on a person as "very powerful"!
Combined with the current situation, he can quickly conclude that this enemy who invaded Atlantis is probably a big trouble.

With some calculations in his heart, he lowered his head slightly, and said confidently and seriously:

"You don't have to worry, this time is our negligence, next time he won't be able to win."

"Ah……"

However, Namor sneered, his eyes full of displeasure.

Several Atlanteans fell silent in embarrassment, because their king was injured at home, but they didn't know about it, let alone help.

After a while, a young and powerful Atlantean stood up and said in a deep voice:
"I am willing to follow the king and take revenge on the humans on land to wash away the shame suffered by Atlantis."

The two Atlanteans who came next to him also came to their senses after hearing the words, and each voice was louder than the other, expressing their willingness to follow.

Faced with such a statement, Namor scanned the few people inside and out with his scrutinizing gaze, his expression did not improve a bit.

Because of his cruel nature, Namor, who can be called a hero, will not be moved by this clumsy performance of loyalty. Instead, he wonders if they have some other bad ideas?

He who was able to sit on the throne of Atlantis did not rely solely on force and luck. His own IQ and strategy are also quite outstanding.

Because they were located in the deep sea, the pure Atlanteans had been rejecting the mixed-race Namor either explicitly or implicitly.

Even if he became the king, that kind of contempt and dislike was only transferred from the bright side to the dark side, and never disappeared for a day!
So Namor was very suspicious...

Are these rebellious officials and thieves trying to murder the widow?

Didn't you see I almost died?
Still thinking of inciting me to take revenge?

"how about you?"

Namor looked at his minister expressionlessly, wanting to hear what he had to say.

The minister hesitated for a moment, and said slowly:
"I think... there is no need to take the initiative to revenge... They will definitely come again, we just need to be prepared."

"Oh?"

Hearing what he said, Namor felt relieved.

Maybe, just being suspicious?

be prepared?

It's better not to strike first, can't you wash your neck and wait to die?
If ordinary humans can be used as a threat, maybe there is still a glimmer of life!
Namor gritted his teeth, felt ruthless, and decided to take a risk!
In the next second, Namor's expression changed into a hideous and terrifying face.

He broke free from the medical equipment on his body, grabbed the trident in front of him, and lifted it viciously over his head.

"Send troops! Flood their land!"

……

In the ward, Lynch held Natasha's hand and watched her slowly fall asleep.

Suddenly, he turned his head abruptly and saw a big commotion in that direction from afar.

On the huge wave, Namor came towards Lynch aggressively with hundreds of blue Pie Atlanteans in strange outfits.

In New York, which is not far away, countless citizens who have witnessed such a spectacle of annihilation began to exclaim.

"Invaders of Atlantis, come out and die! Otherwise, the boundless tsunami will engulf your city and drown your people!"