Howard ran off to a snooze and recuperate.

Luke sent a model of the nuclear reactor, along with design drawings and calculations, to the Atomic Energy Commission.

Those guys from the Admiralty will definitely be ecstatic when they receive it.

Admiral Rickover, the ship's directorate, had long proposed that the nuclear reactor be placed in the submarine.

In this way, it is possible to avoid the huge drawback of insufficient range due to the electric propulsion method.

Submarines can also be used as missile launch pads, thus turning them into a deterrent weapon of great strategic importance.

It's just that it's limited to technical issues.

As a result, this idea can only stay on paper for the time being.

Luke was well aware that in two years at most, that Admiral Rykov would be able to get the consent of the Atomic Energy Commission and the Admiralty.

Appointed head of the nuclear power department of the Ship Directorate, as well as chief engineer of nuclear submarine engineering, began the creation of nuclear submarines.

The advent of Atlantis, along with the presence of Howard, only hastened the occurrence of this history.

"Hopefully that Admiral Rykov will make a breakthrough sooner."

Luke thought silently.

Pointing out the technology for building nuclear submarines means that you have a bargaining chip with Atlantis.

For this impending skirmish, he did have an element of deliberate connivance.

The original plan was to use Namor's threat and the existence of Atlantis to increase the weight of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s words and its own status.

Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the Pentagon's constraints, you can only wait until the Cree lead the fleet to invade on a large scale and the World Security Council is established.

That's too slow.

Luke thought.

Even the president and the Pentagon are polite to Superman.

Being at the center of power, the rules that bind the individual always exist objectively.

Therefore, Luke wants to take advantage of the appearance of Atlantis to use this maritime civilization as an external pressure to force those who are wary of themselves to take the initiative to open the heavy shackles on S.H.I.E.L.D.'s hands.

By the way, let politicians know the necessity of Superman's existence.

"The next problem to be solved is only two unstable factors, Namor and Sebastian."

Luke thought as he led Rogers into the elevator.

"Steve, we're fighting side by side this time, and the priority is to solve Atlantis."

Captain America donned the familiar Stars and Stripes uniform, and carried the vibranium shield that he rarely left in his hand.

Luke discovers that both heroes and villains have strange fetishes.

For example, Thor, the god of thunder, is particularly fond of wielding a hammer, and even with the Storm Tomahawk, he still can't put down Mjölnir.

Namor, the king of the sea, is even more obsessed with the golden trident that was robbed.

Like the people above, even after Captain America entered semi-retirement, the vibranium shield was wiped every day and placed at the head of the bed when he slept.

Wake up early in the morning, open your eyes, and just look at them, and Rogers will feel full of energy and fighting spirit.

"Atlantis? Their king is no match for you at all, and in terms of combat power, we have the advantage. ”

Rogers sat in the large chair in the director's office and adjusted his posture a little unaccustomedly.

This is much more comfortable than the sofa at home!

"Namor McKenzie is really no match for me."

Luke nodded, admitting it.

If you think about it carefully, no matter which set of Aquaman you are, it seems that she has been beaten by Superman.

Even without himself, Namor would be killed by the copycat version of Superman Hyperion during the major events of the secret war, and the entire country would be wiped out by the Supreme High School team.

Compared to now, just being robbed of the beloved golden trident will end much better.

On the next set, Superman even had the amazing move of moving Atlantis to the Sahara Desert.

If Luke did the same, the blue-skinned people who lived at the bottom of the ocean would have to go and be in the company of the Wakandans.

Two of the most technologically advanced countries on earth, but also backward systems and outdated concepts, should have some interesting stories to tell when they become neighbors one day.

"It's war, though."

Luke gathered his thoughts and said earnestly.

"Namor won't be stupid enough to go to me alone, after a painful defeat, I believe he has calmed down and no longer holds the stupid idea that Atlantis is the best in the world and the mutants are invincible."

Rogers scratched his head, feeling that it made sense.

Atlantis is not Berlin again, and Superman flies over and hangs Namor on a street lamp to end the war.

Killing a king will only stir up hatred among the people at the bottom, thus expanding the scale of the war.

"So what are we going to do?"

Rogers asked subconsciously.

"You'll find out soon."

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He prepared a big gift for Sebastian Shaw.

……

……

Boston, Harbor.

Wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of booties, the silver fox stepped out of the taxi.

She is now a member of Task Force X, under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D.

During this time, the team led by Wolverine and the saber-toothed tiger has been running around the world like firefighters.

For example, go to Africa and collect a particular metal mineral.

Or, purge the remnants of Hydra.

All in all, Task Force X became a sharp knife for S.H.I.E.L.D.

And the effect is outstanding, so that the Pentagon generals are very satisfied.

"You haven't seen me. Now, go back the way you came. ”

After the silver fox got out of the car, he patted the driver on the shoulder and said.

The middle-aged uncle with a beer belly suddenly became hollow, as if he was distracted.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded vigorously.

Repeating the original words of the silver fox, he drove away in the car.

I didn't even ask for a fare!

"Warehouse No. 4 ......"

The white prostitute of the taxi driver's silver fox took out a note from his pocket.

Follow the address above to find the meeting place.

"You're late."

A graceful figure stood there waiting.

"Dear sister, I heard that you have become a lackey of the human race? It's really in your nature to betray your camp in exchange for a stable life. ”

The silver fox frowned, and said with an intimately approaching attitude: "Emma, you specially sent a message to me to ask me to meet, is it just to quarrel?" ”

"If that's the case, then all I can say is that you're still as naïve as you used to be."

The graceful figure that appeared in Boston Harbor was the White Queen of the Hellfire Club.

She was wrapped in a black waterproof suit, carrying a strange helmet that served as a breathing device, and her hair was wet, as if she had just finished swimming and surfing.

"Hehe, I thought you would be more excited and happy to see your sister who I haven't seen for many years."

The White Queen clasped her hands to her chest, and her voice became cold.