Superman

Captain Brock said hesitantly.

He doesn't know what Luke wants to do, but it always feels like the risk is high to give the aircraft carrier battle to a major general.

If Chester Nimitz, the leading brother of the Navy Department, hadn't called, the captain, known for his prudence, might not have handed over the command.

"That's good. Then you order them to drop torpedoes in the target waters of the Strait of Gibraltar."

Luke's eyes flickered, determined to pay Namor back.

To bomb with a torpedo is, presumably, to set off a detonator on the doorstep of Atlantis.

Maybe it won't hurt the sprawling city that sits on the bottom of the sea, but it's sure to harass Namor, who has a bad temper.

"torpedo?"

Captain Brock was a little puzzled.

"Can this work? Those Atlanteans don't live under the sea, so torpedoes shouldn't be a threat to them."

Luke didn't say much, and smiled confidently: "Whether the plan is effective or not, you will only know if it is implemented."

……

……

Atlantis, Posedonia.

Here is the center of the four oceans, the highest holy place in the minds of marine life.

The magnificent city stands on the bottom of the sea, retaining the mysterious atmosphere of ancient civilization.

The tall and huge stone pillars support the resplendent square dome.

Many blue-skinned Atlanteans rode seahorses or shuttle-shaped spaceships, forming brilliant belts of light around the capital.

Under the deep sea, it is not dark and cold as people imagine.

Those colorful algae plants or huge jellyfish exude charming light and reflect dreamy colors.

All of this is destined to be difficult for humans to see.

Enter the center of the city through the huge water film covering Poseidonia.

You can see an extremely gorgeous palace and castle, and many guards with weapons patrolling back and forth.

Outposts everywhere set up powerful high-pressure water cannons.

Once an outsider breaks in, it will usher in the most violent firepower attack.

In the deliberation hall of the palace, Namor, holding a trident, leaned on the throne.

His brows were tightly knit together, and negative emotions such as irritability and impatience were unabashedly revealed on his face.

The many robed nobles standing below are the Presbyterian Church of Atlantis.

They repeated the same boring rules, and Namor on the throne could almost smell a rotten smell.

It's ridiculous that an ancient civilization that has been passed down for tens of thousands of years still adheres to the rules and regulations set by its ancestors!

Thinking of the evolution in Mr. Xiao's mouth, Namor looked at the Presbyterian even more bored.

"Your Majesty, we should not communicate with the terrestrial world! What's more, it is a terrible way that may provoke war!"

An elderly nobleman in robes of Atlantis showed a heartbroken look, as if Namor had done something outrageous.

"Atlantis has been adhering to the hermit and closed tradition for a long time! Only in this way can it better preserve itself and avoid unnecessary incidents."

"But! Your Majesty, you actually took the initiative to expose the existence of Atlantis for some mutant!"

"Even using war as a threat! Could it be that, Your Majesty, you really want to involve your people in the flames of war for a group of aliens who have nothing to do with the Atlanteans?"

Namor snorted heavily, and said loudly: "Will Atlantis lose to the land world? We have technological strength far surpassing theirs, and occupy 70.00% of the vast territory of this planet!"

"Why are the people of Atlantis hiding? We are stronger than the land people. It should be that they are afraid and bow down to us!"

The nobles in robes were in an uproar, ignoring the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, and began to accuse Namor one after another, seeing him as a lunatic.

They have rarely set foot on land since Atlantis sank into the Atlantic Ocean.

On the one hand, staying out of the water for too long will make the Atlanteans very uncomfortable and even appear comatose;

On the other hand, the huge disaster of the continental plate shift left a deep psychological shadow on them.

"We don't need to plunder land and resources at all! War is meaningless, Your Majesty!"

The robed nobleman advised.

"Of course it makes sense. Let the land people know our existence, understand our strength, and worship Atlantis as a god! Isn't that enough?"

There was a cruel smile on the corner of Namor's mouth. He thought Mr. Xiao was right, the process of evolution was always accompanied by killing and extinction.

Survival of the fittest, this is the law of nature!

"His Majesty……"

The robed nobleman wanted to say something, but he vaguely heard continuous explosions.

Namor, who had better hearing, frowned, and with a little force on his legs, he rushed out of the palace like a sharp arrow.

He didn't want to listen to a bunch of old guys nagging for a long time, so he just took the opportunity to leave.

Breaking through the huge water film that protects and hides the city, Namo is on his way up.

The violent explosion sound became clearer, and the turbulent water flow formed fine eddies of different sizes.

"Damn land people!"

Namor surged up angrily, and he saw fish carcasses floating on the surface of the sea.

Bang!

The legs swing and suddenly accelerate!

Namor, holding a trident, directly broke through the water, standing in mid-air like a god!

Chapter 1? Don't struggle anymore, since ancient times, you have lost to the left side of Bo

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."

Before Namor could figure out the situation and vent his anger, the deep, smiling voice suddenly rang in his ears like thunder.

boom!

The atmosphere vibrates, and there is a piercing explosion!

Namor's pupils contracted and condensed into pinpoints, capturing the tall figure that arrived in an instant.

The opponent was still standing on the deck one moment, and the next second it was like a supersonic aircraft ejected, tearing the air with a bang.

Bang!

Poor Namor just broke through the water when he was hit in the face with a powerful and heavy diagonal swinging punch.

Since he awakened his innate ability, coupled with the prominent characteristics of the blood of Atlantis in his body, he has never felt this way again.

pain!pain!numbness!

Like countless barrels of explosives bursting suddenly, a mouthful of blood mixed with teeth, throwing a beautiful arc.

And Namor himself was even more like a cannonball, hitting a few astonishing water floats directly on the sea surface, setting off huge waves.

"you……"

Namor, who was so angry, forgot the pain and was about to say a few harsh words when the tall figure approached again.

The blast shot!

Luke, dressed in a battle suit like steel armor, arrived in an instant.

I saw him clasping his hands and clenching them into fists, like a heavy hammer.

Hit the head and cover the face, smash it down brazenly!

The viscous air waves screamed, as if they were going to pierce the eardrums!

On the chaotic sea, a water column of more than ten meters was set off.

The beaten Namor dragged out a straight line, sank into the water, and disappeared.

"Huh! I feel much more comfortable."

Luke, who was hanging in the air, rubbed his fists, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

He doesn't have the habit of starting to fight after saying hello.

No matter who the enemy is, beat him first!

On the deck of the aircraft carrier, Captain Bullock's eyelids twitched.

Even he, who is known for his stability, couldn't help showing a horrified expression of "Is this still a human being?"

Superman's reputation is well known, and many deeds have been heard by everyone.

For example, one person fights hundreds of Aryan demons alone in Paris, flies to Berlin, ends the war... and so on.

but--

Hearing people say it and seeing it with your own eyes are two different things!

At least Captain Bullock was still deeply shocked when he saw Luke ejected like a supersonic aircraft and punched Namor into the sea with one punch.

"I finally understand why General Nimitz should give face to a major general."

The captain smiled wryly.

If the Ministry of the Navy is a huge aircraft carrier, then the Ministry of the Army with Luke is a Gundam.

Bullock had no doubts that he could take down an aircraft carrier with his bare hands.

"Is that Superman? It's like Joestar driving a fighter jet!"

"Oh my god! Super soldier! Do you think Captain America is as strong as that?"

"Probably! I read his cartoons a lot! He beat Hitler so many times!"

"..."

The sailors and pilots discussed the combat power of Superman and Captain America enthusiastically, while watching the battlefield from a distance.

They are all veterans who have experienced World War II and have seen big scenes.

But this is the first time I have seen such an exciting scene of superhuman fighting.

"Namor—is that the bastard's name? I think he's dead."

"Who can withstand such a punch! The punch of Major General Carville can penetrate even an aircraft carrier!"

"I'll bet five dollars, plus a week to clean the deck, that guy's dead! He hasn't got his electric trident out yet!"

"..."

A group of people eating melons were chatting, but found that the sky suddenly darkened.

Large dark clouds cover the clear sky, and the calm sea seems to be angry, rolling up rough waves.

boom!

A figure broke through the sea!

Namor is back.

"You bloody landman! I'll kill you!"

Namor, with a bruised nose and a swollen face, was holding the Pniton Trident, and strands of blue electricity, like little snakes, lingered on his right arm.

On the strong arms, the muscles are knotted, showing terrifying strength.

At this moment, he seems to be the master of the sea.

Anger emotions affect weather changes.

Dark clouds piled up, lightning flashed and thundered, and day seemed like night.

The aircraft carrier with a deep draft was pushed hard by the waves one after another, and began to shake.

"Can you change some fresh lines?"