Superman

"I can have another drink."

Luke, who drank in one gulp, laughed loudly.

Old Joseph nodded with satisfaction and filled his wine glass.

"How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"

Seeing Luke come and sit down with a beer, Rogers asked with a smile.

He has been in semi-retirement since the end of the war.

"Not bad. On the way to the tavern, I met several familiar faces."

Luke leaned on the chair, raised his head and said, "There is Jamie who fought before. He is now a truck driver following his father's business. There is also Uncle Frank who used to sell fruit on the opposite street. I bought Bucky a bag of bread, everyone had a hard time at that time..."

"Yeah. You know what? That guy Jamie used to show off, that he got beat up by Superman, and he was smug about it."

Rogers took a sip of his beer, with a nostalgic look on his face.

"Luke, I've been dreaming these days. In my dream, you, Bucky, and I were running in the neighborhood of Brooklyn. There was no such thing as Captain America, Superman, or Sergeant Barnes."

"And then jumped to the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff, and to stop the Red Skull, I boarded the plane that delivered the Valkyrie missiles... don't know why, you are not in this story."

"I fell into a cold place and no one woke me up until a long, long time later. They said the war was over."

"I'm living alone, I have no friends, no family, no destination to run forward."

Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass, smiled and said, "You speak like an old man in his 70s."

"Haha, Margaery said the same thing. Maybe I have experienced too much in the war, and I can't forget those memories."

Rogers suppressed his sentimental emotions. He is now receiving a salary from the military, and he only needs to clock in regularly every day, and sit in the office with a newspaper and read it all day long.

Occasionally, I will also cooperate with the publicity work and accept interviews from the media.

When peace comes, heroes seem useless.

"Do you have an answer to the last question?"

Luke looked at Captain America on the opposite side, and said softly: "Captain America can't just sit in the office and read the newspaper all his life, pick up that shield, go to the battlefield again, shuttle in the hail of bullets - such a tense life can make your heart Vigorously beating, there is a real feeling of being alive."

"I very much agree with Howard's point of view. One of the greatest joys in life lies in adventure! It lies in the pursuit of excitement! Be willing to be ordinary, that is the life you should have after experiencing everything and looking down on everything."

Rogers was silent, and he lived in his old house in Brooklyn.

The walls were repainted, sofas, big beds and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and soft carpets were laid in the bedroom... He did all these trivial things by himself.

Margaery, who came to live with her, said that it was idle and boring to pass the time.

Rogers agrees.

There was a void in his heart that could never be filled.

So I have to find something to do.

"You want me to join S.H.I.E.L.D. because of Atlantis?"

asked Rogers.

The attacks on two aircraft carriers, as well as the Anna Maria Island tsunami, have made headlines.

In addition to being in the Ministry of the Army, Captain America also heard some rumors.

"Not all. Major General Carville needed a partner, so he thought of his old buddy Captain America."

Luke looked at the hesitant Rogers, smiled and said, "Are you ready for battle, Steve?"

In a daze, Captain America remembered the time he and Luke rescued Bucky, and the other party asked himself the same question.

"Get ready, Commander."

Thinking of the good time fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.

"Then, welcome to the Invasion Team."

As Luke said, the two wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

Chapter 1? The name of the apocalypse, the Nautilus

A few days later, Atlantis' name appeared on the headlines of the newspapers, causing an uproar.

A marine civilization with an ancient heritage but never heard of it has officially entered the public eye—all countries have long known about the amazing battles that took place in the Atlantic Ocean and the existence of Atlantis.

It can be seen that no matter what news, the public will always be the last group to know.

Countries respond differently to maritime civilization.

The red brown bear in Siberia is still the same as before. On the one hand, it is vigorously developing the nuclear industry, and on the other hand, it is secretly wary of Superman.

As for the threat of Atlantis?

That's something Yankees should think about.

Anyway, it won't be here for a while.

England, which is increasingly weakened [fo], is actively communicating with the White House in an attempt to hear some rumors.

Although they have MI[-], they have James Bond who goes up and down the world, wanders around the world, and has full ability to seduce girls.

But in the face of Atlantis living on the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean, they are still at a loss and can't find a place to start.

The Prime Minister once wanted to ask for help from the hidden forces of the dark world, such as the wizarding group active in London, werewolves and vampires.

It's a pity that the results have been minimal, and no useful information has been obtained.

These dark creatures were born at most no more than a thousand years ago.

Nothing is known about that period of history tens of thousands of years ago - except for vampires.

Those nocturnal creatures who are afraid of the sun have a wonderful relationship with Atlantis.

Their ancestors came from the ocean countries deep in the Atlantic Ocean.

At that time, Atlantis had not yet sunk, and it was in a glorious period of national power.

The great wizard Varna obtained the "Book of Darkness" left by the ancient god Sissos, from which he gained powerful power and transformed himself into a vampire.

This is the birth story of the first vampire on earth.

Later, the continental plates collided, and Atlantis, which was in great prosperity for a while, sank.

The great wizard Varna felt that he had lived enough, saw through all kinds of life, and planned to stop thinking, so he passed the power to Dracula.

Since then, the vampire family has thrived in the land world and has gradually become a hidden force in the dark world.

England was at a loss, but the ancient eastern country on the other side of the Pacific Ocean didn't care.

The Spear Bureau can even tear Neon Superman by hand, what are the blue-skinned Atlanteans.

If you dare to go ashore, eat it as a crayfish!

……

……

Atlantic waters, Poseidonia.

The capital of Atlantis is no longer as peaceful as before.

The armies of all parties are gathering, and the pre-war tension is spreading.

Undercurrents are raging in the land world, and marine civilization is not much better.

Namor, who slaughtered the nobles in robes at one time, succeeded in taking power—although many people denounced his tyranny and chose to stand up and resist.

But there was no disturbance, and it was quickly suppressed.

"That's one of the benefits of class solidification."

Namor leaned on the throne, his right hand drooped unaccustomed to it, and he usually held his beloved trident.

"When there is a lack of sufficiently capable leaders, it is difficult for the weak to pose a threat to the rule of the strong."

Those rebels formed too many forces and attacked the royal palace in the center of Posedonia.

It's just that wandering soldiers are scattered and brave, and it's not a climate.

Namor didn't even make a move himself, and the guards got rid of these people.

"I think there are also people from Atlantis among them, and most of them agree with the reason for the war."

Sebastian was wearing breathing equipment, and said in a low voice through a transparent protective cover.

"For many years, there has been a clear distinction between the bottom class and the nobles in this country. Bloodlines and origins determine everyone's future."

"Your Majesty, you once grew up in the slums of Posedonia and met the lowest-level Atlanteans. They repeated a similar life every day. When you saw the robed nobles take the initiative to salute, every day, every month, I have to pay a lot of taxes every year, and I have to bear the pressure of life that is not easy."

"The upward passage is blocked, and the conflict between nobles and commoners has become more and more intense. It is just the obedience concept rooted in the bones of the Atlanteans, which keeps them docile."

Sebastian Shaw talked eloquently, as if he was a confidant of the king.

Namor, who was sitting on the throne, nodded frequently, deeply moved.

When he was very young, he fled to the slums with his mother and experienced the warmth and coldness of human relationships.

He has a certain understanding of the lower class of Atlantis.

"A foreign war is the best way to divert conflicts. It can not only give military merit, but also allow civilians to see the hope of further promotion across classes; it can also use victories to consolidate His Majesty's authority."

Sebastian looked loyal and sincere on the surface, and a gloomy light flashed in his eyes.

"As long as Superman can be eliminated, the army of Atlantis will be invincible and conquer the entire land world."

Mentioning Superman, Namor felt a dull pain in his chest.

Then, he thought of the stolen Neptune's trident.

All of a sudden, the happy mood turned sour.

"Mr. Xiao, you have a powerful talent to absorb energy. If you join forces with me, do you have a chance to defeat Superman?"

After thinking for a long time, Namor asked in a low voice.

As Superman's defeated opponent, he knows all too well that the other party belongs to the top existence in terms of strength, speed, and fighting awareness.

Fighting alone, he is definitely not an opponent.

But are there any rules for dealing with a land person?

It is the most sensible way to swarm and kill him!

Among the Hellfire Club, the only one who can restrain Superman is probably the hidden Sebastian Shaw.

Namor thought that if the two of them worked together, they might have a chance of winning.

"Ahem! Your Majesty, I'm just a scientist and I'm not good at fighting people."

Sensing the expectant eyes from above, Sebastian looked calm and stable like an old dog, but actually panicked in his heart.

After seeing Luke unilaterally crushing the "Battleship Class" in Berlin, and then defeating Namor, and almost dying on the spot, Luke's astonishing combat power, how could he still be able to raise his fighting spirit.

He threatened before that he wanted to teach Superman a lesson, but that was just a big talk after his heart swelled.

In a state of sobriety, Sebastian is more inclined to work hard to improve, and wait until his ability is further improved, and then personally take action to destroy the enemy.

"The Soviet Union is actively developing the nuclear industry, and soon they will be able to create the first generation of nuclear reactors. At that time, I will absorb the energy from it and make myself stronger."

Sebastian was full of confidence and said loudly: "I believe that even a superman cannot resist the terrible power of atomic fission!"

Namor frowned, but still did not relax.

He asked unwillingly: "Don't we have nothing to do with Superman? The golden trident, which symbolizes the kingship of Atlantis, is still in his hands. If he can't take it back, sooner or later more rebels will stand up." .”

"This, there are other means."

Sebastian pondered for a moment, then said hesitantly: "Legend, the first mutant in history is named Apocalypse."

"His strength is so powerful that he was once worshiped as a god."

"Because the long years are too boring, Apocalypse fell into a deep sleep. If I can find his whereabouts, and get the method to the end of the evolutionary road from the hands of this great god, and break the limit of mutant levels, maybe I can defeat Superman .”

Sebastian said vaguely, he didn't want to really wake up the legendary god of mutants.

No one wants to sit on top of their heads with a commanding boss, giving news of the apocalypse, just to temporarily appease Namor's restless mood.

"Apocalypse?"