Superman

One is not enough?

Then have another one!

Anyway, work hard to make a miracle!

This is the simple idea of ​​Mao Xiong.

Caliber is justice, and equivalent is truth.

"Major General Carville convened the peace summit because he wanted to drag in all countries in the world and form an alliance front?"

Nimitz thought for a while and asked curiously.

The White House did not reveal such a meaning, and it could only be interpreted as Luke's personal thoughts.

This major general is really bold. Now he skips the president and makes a decision directly.

I don't care at all whether I will be held accountable afterwards.

This is probably the confidence of Superman!

"Atlantis has a vast territory, and all the waters on the earth are theoretically their territory."

Luke nodded, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and said calmly: "We temporarily won the victory and won the opportunity to sit at the negotiating table, but there is no way to expand the results of the victory."

"On the one hand, destroying the royal city of Poseidonia is the last resort and cannot solve the fundamental problem. Because Atlantis is a marine civilization, we cannot occupy land to achieve the purpose of plundering resources."

"On the other hand, a single country in the land world cannot cause enough pressure on the people in the sea."

"Therefore, what we have to do is to attract more allies such as the British, such as the Soviets, and the Spear Bureau."

"They are also interested in Atlantis, just waiting for an opportunity to enter, or an excuse."

Nimitz took it seriously, and through several contact battles and landing battles, he also saw the technological level of Atlantis.

At this time, it is still necessary to reach a consensus with other countries and make a consensus with the outside world.

"What if Namo Mackenzie, that young man who doesn't look like a king at all, is determined to protect Sebastian Shaw?"

asked the Secretary of the Navy hesitantly.

The Pentagon doesn't want to see war coming.

Especially in the face of a prehistoric civilization with strong military strength like Atlantis.

"Relax, it will be difficult to start the war again."

Luke looked confident, and the Atlanteans would not mess around with Namor.

They and the mutants were not compatriots, so there was no need to risk rekindling the war and refuse his request.

If Namor insists on insisting, it is likely to cause resistance from the tribe.

At that time, problems such as impure bloodlines, losing the golden trident, starting a war without authorization and dragging the country into a quagmire will all erupt at once.

If Atlantis was replaced by France, it is estimated that the Great Revolution would have broken out long ago and sent Namor to the guillotine.

"Put the peace summit and mutants on the agenda as soon as possible. As for the White House, I will personally explain it to the president."

Facing Nimitz, who was a general in military rank, and Luke, who was two ranks lower, he seemed more like the one giving orders.

"War criminals? No, this is a premeditated crime! It's slander and slander!"

In the reception room, Sebastian looked at Namor, who was expressionless. He didn't panic at all. Instead, he made a painful expression that he couldn't bear to recall the past.

"I did work for the Third Reich. This is an indelible shadow in my life. But it didn't come from my original intention. Germany was under the rule of the head of state during World War II, and no one dared to resist SS and Gestapo."

"Namor, you know, I'm a scientist. The Führer saw my talents and ordered me to manage the concentration camp. I tried to refuse, but they put a gun to my head and said they wanted me to see my own. Brains"

"At that time, I hadn't awakened the natural ability of mutants. So, I succumbed! I also often regret the decision I made, and I am ashamed!",

Namor, who was originally suspicious, began to waver in his heart.

What Sebastian Xiao said was half true and half false, making it difficult to distinguish.

Coupled with the complex emotions of guilt, sadness, and regret in his eyes, it is normal to deceive the mindless Namor.

It can only be said that Sebastian Xiao deserves to be the black king of the Hellfire Club.

A good actor who was delayed by his status as a mutant, if he enters Hollywood, Oscar will probably owe him several statuettes.

"My hands may have been stained with the blood of some innocent people, but I have never killed or abused any prisoner in a concentration camp!"

Sebastian raised his voice, his eyes were calm, and he said loudly: "I have my own moral bottom line. Regarding life, regardless of skin color or race, they are all unique and worthy of respect!"

Namor couldn't help lowering his head, as if he was sorry for his unreasonable excessive suspicion.

"Your Majesty, the land people are not trustworthy. Most of the crimes they accused were committed by other people, and they were planted on my head."

Sebastian calmly said, "Just imagine, if I'm really a cold-blooded butcher, an inhuman executioner, how can I be supported by fellow mutants?"

Namor was silent for a moment, because of psychological suggestion, he chose to believe Mr. Xiao's excuse.

His thinking and subconscious mind have been tampered with and guided, and will take the initiative to lean towards the side of the mutant no matter what.

This is also the tricky part of psychics.

Unless the magic resistance is extremely high, it comes with mental immunity.

Otherwise, anyone who meets the White Queen or the bald professor will feel a headache.

"Then what should we do next, Mr. Xiao?"

Namor was a little at a loss, sacrificing Atlantis to save the mutants?

If he did this, the dissatisfied clansmen might unite with the land world and pull him down from the king's position.

"My mind remains the same, Your Majesty."

Sebastian said in a deep voice: "Everything on the negotiating table is determined by the winner of the war."

"If you want peace, you must first show strength. There is a superman in the land world. Although we don't want to admit it, the other party is indeed a huge problem that cannot be solved!"

"The only way is to use planetary weapons to destroy the terrestrial world."

"Let Superman lose his mind, let him step into our trap, and then use the continental shelf oscillator to completely bury him."

"Since this weapon can eliminate the anomalies in Lemuriamin, there's no reason it can't kill Superman!"

Seeing Namor's hesitation, a trace of contempt flashed across Sebastian's eyes, and he continued to add fire: "Your Majesty, think about it carefully, will the people of Atlantis accept a king who has repeatedly failed?"

"Superman has taken everything from you, the trident, the symbol of royal power, the respect and glory you deserve!"

"He is regarded as a hero in the land world, god! But you can only become an insignificant defeat in the opponent's glorious record!"

"Can you accept such an ending?"

Namor breathed heavily, listening to Sebastian's provocative tirade, the memories deep in his heart emerged.

It seems that when he returned to the slums, he should have respected himself, the humble clansman, his eyes were full of alienation and indifference.

The difference in skin color makes Namor like a different kind and is rejected by others.

Every Atlantean except his mother saw him as a monster.

"I can only trust you, Mr. Xiao."

Snipping out the last thought of struggling, Namor calmly said: "I can be a loser, but I must never lose my crown and return to my previous life!"

"Very good! To achieve greatness, you must know how to sacrifice some people."

Sebastian patted Namor on the shoulder and said approvingly, "Let's take out the ultimate weapon while Atlantis and the land world are still negotiating."

"Do you want to call someone else?"

Namor asked.

"In the club, there are also some people who are not firm enough. In order to ensure that the news will not be leaked, it's just the two of us!"

Sebastian said solemnly.

Chapter 133? Please knock on the door next time and watch a movie for free

The night shrouded Liberty Island like a tulle. After half a day of negotiations, the two sides did not even finalize a preliminary intention to reach a consensus.

Neither side showed any eagerness.

The White House wanted to convene a peace summit. The president and the cabinet chose to agree and support Luke's proposal after careful consideration.

Atlantis is like a giant whale lying on the beach, temporarily incapacitated.

But just relying on one person's strength and appetite, it is impossible to eat it away.

At this time, it is necessary to call on a group of "temporary allies".

As for Atlantis, they had no other ideas.

I just want to procrastinate, procrastinate!

Bad things are bound to happen, but it's better to be late than early!

The night was getting dark, and the hour hand on the wall pointed to ten o'clock.

Luke, who had just finished an after-dinner workout at the Bustec Mansion in Manhattan, flew straight back to his hotel room on Liberty Island.

The suite he stayed in had a great view, just in front of the Immigration Museum, and he could see the standing Statue of Liberty when he opened the curtains.

"Establishing diplomacy, technology exchange, and resource trade is basically the bottom line of the White House's negotiations, and it is also a necessary condition to win those countries to the alliance front."

Luke looked out at the huge statue against the night sky, the torch he held shining like a beacon.

It was a gift from the French to the centenary of American independence and later became a New York landmark.

In those years when waves of immigration prevailed, every time a passenger ship pulled into the port on the Hudson, someone would see the Statue of Liberty and yell America!

Afterwards, the whole ship erupted in cheers, and the waves of sound boiled.

At that time, people chased the so-called dream of freedom and set foot on the North American continent.

But for most of them, the so-called "American Dream" is just a lie.

In the United States during the Great Depression, there were voices of broken dreams everywhere.

Even going up to the roof and jumping from a building has to be ranked. If you choose a landmark building or a Wall Street securities firm, you may have to wait for an hour or two before your turn.

"I hope that Namor will be more stupid than I imagined. The decision to use planetary weapons and carry out an extermination strike is enough to bring Atlantis into the abyss."

As soon as he unbuttoned the first two buttons of his white shirt, Luke stopped what he was doing.

Although he hasn't started learning magic yet, relying on the basic attributes endowed by the template, he is keenly aware of the fluctuations in space.

Sure enough, the sparks of magic jumped and flickered, opening a circular passage.

"Master Gu Yi, can you knock on the door and come in next time? If I am doing some sports and suddenly someone bumps into me, it is very likely that I will leave a psychological shadow."

Luke stared at the shiny bald head, gently reminding the other party that they should pay attention to basic manners.

"Uh"

Gu Yi frowned slightly, since she became a mage, she hasn't walked through the main entrance for many years.

"Sorry, do it all over again."

The Supreme Mage thought carefully for a while, and thought that what Luke said was quite reasonable, and turned around and walked into the circular passageway where magic sparks danced endlessly.

A few minutes later, a knock on the door came in.

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, not knowing what to say.

This supreme mage is really upright.

Opening the door, it was Gu Yi who had changed into a suit and had a shiny forehead outside.

"I have consulted several mages, and they all said that this is more formal."

Gu Yi loosened his tie, smiled and said, "Besides, every time I come here, I will make sure in advance to ensure that you are free."

So, you often use "Window to the World" to spy on my private life?

Luke resisted the desire to complain in his heart, and then went to Karma Taj. He must study magic hard and block the invisible sight of the supreme mage.

Otherwise, when you are doing multiplayer sports, you may feel instantly weak when you think of someone watching.

He doesn't have the bad habit of exposing his body fetishes!

"Major General Carville, you don't have to care about this."