Chapter 101: Flooding New York, Diplomatic Incident
Fast forward to November 1945, and the excitement before Thanksgiving became even stronger.
People are getting ready for the festival parades, and many large supermarkets or stores are planning price reductions and giving out coupons.
New Yorkers are looking forward to gathering with family and friends to enjoy a turkey feast.
"Well, it's a fierce battle."
Luke woke up contentedly from his bed, scanning his clothes and heels on the floor, and smiling.
He walked into the bathroom naked, washed up, and put on his dressing gown.
Draw back the heavy curtains and welcome the morning sun and a beautiful day.
"It's rare to see a peaceful New York."
Luke stretched his muscles and basked in the warm sun.
He's had a relatively easy time lately, and S.H.I.E.L.D. is getting back on track and growing steadily.
The headquarters has expanded from three departments to eight.
The number of spies, agents, agents, and field teams is also increasing.
These are all thanks to Carter, and I have to say that she is very suitable for the job.
It took almost no effort on the part of Luke to get things organized.
"If we continue to develop at this rate, we will probably soon be able to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon and the White House."
Luke thought to satisfaction.
The three laboratories have also recently made gains, and Howard's proposed nuclear fusion reactor has made an updated model, waiting for test results.
Dr. Zola's idea of Woden's blood to modify cells to improve energy absorption is beginning to bear fruit.
It could be another week before Luke will be able to receive the injection.
As for the mutant genome mapping project led by BolΓvar, it is being tackled.
It is worth mentioning that the task force X, led by Wolverine and the saber-toothed tigers, performed well.
He has served as a foreign aid for S.H.I.E.L.D. many times, assisting agents in completing missions, and has shown quite outstanding results.
So much so that the Pentagon's group of generals, every time they had a meeting, hinted to Luke to recruit more mutants as soon as possible.
It's best to assemble a legion with enough numbers to attack cities and kill them on overseas battlefields.
In this regard, Mr. Major General was unmoved, and only acted as if nothing had happened.
These old guys who have experienced World War I and World War II know how to turn all available people or things into mass-produced assembly line weapons.
Luke has his own ideas, so naturally he will not be influenced by them.
"The new house just feels good."
He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooking Manhattan at his feet.
The traffic is busy, and the river is endless.
The staggering height of 46 floors is enough to take in half of the Upper East Side.
Thanks to the enthusiastic sponsorship of Congress, Luke has plenty of money on hand and is not short of money at all.
He directly spent a lot of money, and without blinking an eye, he bought a 48-story apartment complex in Manhattan.
According to the real estate agent, this skyscraper called Bastek Building is from the pen of a well-known French architect, and it is high-end and high-grade.
The only downside is that it is expensive.
"It's also an appreciating investment."
Luke muttered.
Shortly after the end of World War II, the United States has not yet experienced inflation.
In the future, the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where every inch of land is expensive, wants to buy a high-rise building, and the cost of buying a high-rise building will not be taken down for billions.
But what really impressed Luke was not only because of his own needs, but also because the Bustek Building was only three blocks away from the New York Sanctuary.
It's more reassuring to place Marlena here, which can be regarded as a disguised use of the Supreme Mage as a bodyguard.
"General, there is an emergency ......"
Stryker's anxious voice came over the phone, as if his house was on fire.
"What's going on?"
Luke asked with a frown.
It was the weekend, and he wanted to have a leisurely breakfast and then go to Brooklyn to catch up with Rogers.
After the old friends are over, they can go to their luxury yacht docked at the Hudson River port together, bask in the sun, and talk about their life ideals.
Considering Captain America's integrity and the paparazzi squatting outside, Luke dismissed the idea of calling a bunch of models to a party β that's Howard's style.
Before the boring and boring rich man could start his day, a phone call from Stryker ruined all his plans.
"What the hell is going on? Tsunami? β
Luke shook his head and sighed, and said to Malena, who was still lying on the bed, "Looks like I'm going to save the world." Tell Steve that the noon party is canceled. β
Boom!
The voice fell to the ground, and the tall figure rose to the sky.
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A few minutes later, Luke appeared at the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.
Stryker couldn't make it clear on the phone, so he simply came over.
"What's that makes you look like you're panicking?"
Luke walked into the conference room, Carter, who was sitting on the left-hand side, looked solemn, and Howard became serious.
Stryker, as a sidekick, stays quiet in the corner.
In short, the atmosphere is more oppressive.
Could it be that the Kree called ahead of time?
Luke narrowed his eyes and sat in the chief's seat.
"Terrible...... Diplomatic events. β
Carter spat out such a sentence.
She turned on her bulky projector and projected blurry black-and-white photographs onto the wall.
"Tsunami?"
Luke's brow furrowed, flickering, and the result was a coherent picture that presented a messy post-disaster scene.
Buildings were washed away, bridges collapsed, and waves swept over land......
"Here on Anna Maria Island, Florida, just yesterday, local residents were hit by a tsunami, which is about the severity of a Level 2 Orange Warning."
Carter grimaced and explained, "That's not the point, though. Look at this! β
The female agent brought up a photo, only to see a gloomy sky, a raging storm, and a faint figure.
His hands are outstretched, like a spellcaster, manipulating the weather.
"The man claimed to be Namor Mackenzie, the king of Atlantis, who artificially created this disaster because the federal government went on a rampage to capture his compatriots."
Carter's voice was a little low, and he said softly: "He took the initiative to send a tape to S.H.I.E.L.D. and the FBI, admitting that he was the sole perpetrator of the tsunami attack on Anna Maria Island. β
"And he also said that if the military does not stop the brutality of capturing mutants, the next city hit by a tsunami will be New York!"
Finally, Namor McKenzie also focused on warning S.H.I.E.L.D., as well as ...... You - in the name of the King of Atlantis. β
Luke listened quietly, his fingers tapping on the table, no joy on his face.
He didn't expect that the first person to stand up for trouble for himself was Namor, the king of the sea.
The little prince was worthy of his name, and before he could provoke the other party, he came directly to the door.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. has been collecting mutants aggressively lately?"
Luke asked subconsciously.
Namor is a mutant, yes, but why did he suddenly have a crush on his compatriots?
This thing is obviously only interested in tearing and prying people's corners, and even the people of Atlantis don't care much.
Carter shook his head and replied, "No." As you mean, we've always started with the school, focusing on young students who have had unusual events. β
"They're easier to control, and they don't resist as violently as other mutants. These things are done very low-key. β
There must be a demon when things go wrong, and Namor warned S.H.I.E.L.D. and himself for no reason, there must be other reasons.
After a few seconds of thought, Luke spat out a name: "Sebastian Shaw." β