Superman

"Mr. Major General asked me to come here just to discuss the transformation plan of Worden's Blood. There is nothing else other than that."

Dr. Zola smiled and looked very good.

"Then, cheers."

Luke nodded with satisfaction.

The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. has taken the first step in his great plan to become a shareholder of Hydra and form the Snake Shield Bureau.

With Dr. Zola as a referral, I believe that the head that originally belonged to the Red Skull will grow out soon.

"Uh, cheers!"

Dr. Zola raised his wine glass and said with a sneer.

He subconsciously wanted to shout "Long live Hydra".

Considering that he had abandoned the dark and turned to the bright, and went ashore with nothing, he forcibly swallowed it back.

"Long live Hydra. From now on we will be a camp."

Luke seemed to see through Dr. Zola's heart, and said this famous line directly.

The latter froze for a moment, and quickly shouted: "Long live Hydra!"

In Director S.H.I.E.L.D.'s office, the two clinked glasses with each other, and the scarlet wine swayed and rippled.

Side Quest: The arrival of a new era, the rebirth of Hydra!

Requirements: Be the only leader.

Reward: Unlock the Kryptonian Spaceship

Glancing at the updated task list, Luke smiled.

a week later.

Numerous cities along the Atlantic coastline.

For example, Boston, Philadelphia, Miami and New York were attacked by the Atlantis fleet.

This is the signal for war!

The gathered blue-skinned sea people were either riding huge sea creatures or driving shuttle-shaped airships, and began to head towards the land.

"Major General Carville, what are your plans?"

In the Oval Office of the White House, Mr. President couldn't bear the public opinion outside and the pressure of war, so he had to ask Luke for help.

Except for Major General Carville, who has created countless miracles, he doesn't know who else he can trust.

During this period, the Admiralty tried to contact the Atlantean army, and several skirmishes broke out between the two sides.

Each time it ended in a fiasco.

Facts have proved that it is almost impossible for the aircraft carrier fleet to defeat Atlantis in the Atlantic Ocean.

Even if bombers are dispatched for fire suppression, the effect is not very great.

When the Atlanteans saw that the situation was not right, they were able to dive quickly.

Their high-pressure water cannons are amazingly powerful, and the strong fortress they built has its own defensive water film, which can't be blasted even by torpedoes.

Unless the White House can make up its mind to drop another atomic bomb.

Otherwise, the situation of the next war is not optimistic.

"Your Excellency, we need not panic."

Luke spoke first to appease.

I haven't seen him for a few days. The president, who has been in office for less than a year, looks much haggard.

In order to reduce casualties, the National Guard has been evacuating and evacuating urban residents near the Atlantic coastline.

This approach caused dissatisfaction among many people.

The turbulent public opinion pressure from the outside world is like boiling water.

Americans who have just experienced a war have no idea of ​​going to war at all, so they naturally complain a lot.

Congressmen on Capitol Hill are arguing all over the place. The war faction and the peace faction meet every day, and they must ask each other if their parents are still alive.

As for the Pentagon, some people have proposed to drop a few atomic bombs to clean up the ground.

It can be seen that this upcoming war will put a lot of pressure on the bald eagle who likes to use military hegemony to coerce other countries in the future.

"Admiral Carville, I can't keep calm! As Secretary Nimitz of the Navy Department said, if he knows where the lair of those blue-skinned guys is, he can't wait to drop a bunch of atomic bombs there!"

The president smiled wryly, expressing that he could not calm down.

He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. When he closed his eyes, it was the Atlantean who broke into the White House and hanged himself on the lamppost. That seemed to be a French tradition.

"With all due respect, the atomic bomb may not solve the problem."

Luke pierced through the last trace of the president's illusions, and said in a deep voice: "The royal city of Atlantis, Posedonia, may be tens of thousands of meters below the trench, and the shock wave formed by the explosion should not hurt them."

"That's really good news."

The president who took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose was speechless.

Even if the atomic bomb doesn't work, how likely is the federal government to win?

"S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been idle for a while. We have sent hundreds of agents to be active in Boston and Philadelphia, collecting intelligence information about Atlantis."

Seeing that the president's mentality was about to explode, Luke said in a timely manner: "The tactics of the people under the sea should be to prepare to build fortresses along the coastline to form a solid defensive front and offensive camp."

"The people of Atlantis couldn't adapt to life on land. They could breathe underwater, but they couldn't stay in human cities continuously."

"Every once in a while, their troops return to their shoreline forts to replenish their weapons and water."

Chapter 121?

"Doesn't this mean that the Atlanteans cannot go deep into the interior?"

Mr. President, who has been so anxious that his hairline has moved back recently, his eyes are shining brightly.

He wondered if moving the White House to Chicago, or whether San Antonio would be safer.

It is not a shameful thing to strategically transfer and preserve the vitality.

"Preparing to move the capital and run away before the war started, this operation looks familiar!"

Luke, who was watching the president's facial expression deliberately, was speechless for a while.

All the politicians in the world look the same.

"The people of Atlantis must have a solution to the problem. They can use the coastline as a starting point and continue to build strong fortresses that serve as transit points to stabilize the front line."

Luke once again ruthlessly pierced Mr. President's beautiful illusions.

Instead of counting on Atlantis to be beyond reach, it is difficult to enter the inland.

It's better to seriously think about how to organize forces and launch defenses.

"I forgot about this for a while. It is indeed possible to adopt such a tactic!"

The president, whose dream was shattered and experienced the ups and downs of life, couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

What's even more exasperating is that he can't get angry at Luke yet.

Because, judging from the current situation.

The only chance to save the country and win the war rests on this Major General.

Superman is everyone's last hope!

"Those strong fortresses built along the coastline with defensive water membranes can certainly provide supplies for the Atlanteans, but they are also obvious targets."

Luke calmly analyzed, and continued: "It is completely possible to send bombers to cover firepower, and at the same time use the aircraft carrier formation to harass a small area."

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. Bureau captured several submarines from Hydra before. After thorough transformation, and the nuclear reactor designed by Howard Stark, they can be launched and put into use in a short time."

"Facing the attack of Atlantis, the winning rate is not as low as imagined."

Hearing what Luke said, Mr. President felt relieved.

The young major general sitting opposite him had a slight twinkle in his eyes.

In fact, Luke has a lot of cards in his hand.

In addition to Superman's own combat power, the golden trident snatched from Namor can change the weather and shake the tsunami.

It couldn't be easier to deal with the army of Atlantis.

It only needs to create a huge tsunami to destroy all the fortresses on the Atlantic coastline.

There is no need to use it until a critical moment.

The reason why this was not told to the White House and the Pentagon is just to keep the tension in this war fermenting and create a more favorable situation for S.H.I.E.L.D.

As for a series of problems such as the president not sleeping well, anxiety to hair loss and baldness, that is not within the scope of Luke's consideration.

"I think the Navy Department's aircraft carrier formation can attract the attention of the Atlanteans from the side, while the S.H.I.E.L.D. task force and the invasion team launch an attack from the ground."

Luke spoke in an orderly manner. This calm and confident demeanor seemed to give the president a shot in the arm, and his anxiety gradually calmed down.

In contrast, the group of congressmen on Capitol Hill who are constantly bickering and have different opinions seems a bit ridiculous.

The performance of the Pentagon is even more disappointing.

So many days have passed since the appearance of Atlantis.

Neither the Ministry of the Navy nor the Ministry of War has come up with a practical plan to rule out the bad idea of ​​abandoning the coastline and retreating to the inland cities.

Thinking of this, the president looked at Luke more eagerly.

It was as if a drowning person had finally grasped a life-saving straw.

Major General Carville is the pillar of the country!

A real savior!

he thought so.

"Major General, if you have any needs, you can ask them."

The president was happy for a while, and a little carried away.

If he can still think clearly, he will definitely remember how the young major general sitting in front of him made the Budget Committee run away after hearing the news, and how he kept the Pentagon out of reach.

Want benefits, put forward conditions, apply for funds and other things.

Luke can be said to be extremely proficient.

"It is my honor to be able to make a small contribution to this war."

The young major general with a gentle smile didn't mean to take credit at all.

Such an attitude brought tears to Mr. President's eyes, and he was almost too moved to speak.

"but"

Not long after the president whose hair was getting thinner was moved, Luke changed his subject and said, "Since Your Excellency the President has said so, I have no choice but to accept this kindness and make a little request."

A little bit?

An ominous premonition rose from the president's heart.

The next moment, Luke took out a thick folder with about a hundred pages.

"This is?"

The president rolled his throat twice, silently praying that Luke would never ask for money again.

The Budget Committee has been gutted!

He opened it with trembling hands, and the first thing that caught his eye was

Preparatory plan and specific regulations of the World Security Council

three days later.

Boston, port.

The cargo ships that were moored here on weekdays have all disappeared.