I'm not a hero of God, I'm a driver in Meiman

Chapter 366 The Seabed Matter, Eddie's Resentment, Internal Disagreement in Life Fund
Borrowing the trident, Namor shouted and announced the start of a duel for the throne, and the winner would become the new king of Atlantis.

In fact, getting the golden trident means that Posey has passed the inheritance of Posey and became the new Posey, even though he is still only a titled Douluo at level 90... cough cough, although he is far from the original Posey Dong's realm, but his divine power is indeed growing little by little, and sooner or later he will be able to catch up with Poseidon. The most important thing is that Posey is now the new king of Atlantis by default, and even the lord of the seven seas. !

But the Sea Clan soldiers on the battlefield didn't know.

The only one who knows the truth is King Zebel, but he obviously just wants to watch the situation now.

A group of confused sea tribes all heard Namor's call, and stopped fighting one after another, even the saltwater tribes stopped.

But the reason they stopped was not because of Namor, but because they saw the golden trident in Percy's hand.

Although their brains are full of crab roe, the saltwater people have an extraordinary ability to perceive the Sea God's artifact, and they will never admit it wrong.

The faint call they felt before was definitely the power of the Seagod Trident!

That man in scales is the new Sea God, their new king!
The leader of the Saltwater Tribe yelled to see the Sea God, and knelt down towards Percy, and then the Saltwater Tribe scattered all over the battlefield also bowed their heads, sincerely worshiping the new king.

Namor looked at this scene with a very ugly expression.

The soldiers of the Atlantis coalition forces looked at each other, a little confused.

Until... a guy with good eyesight saw the trident in Posey's hand.

"That's the Trident of the Sea God!?"

The shouts spread quietly, and soon there was an uproar.

The soldiers of the coalition army looked at the golden halberd, all in shock.

Not that no one suspected that it was a counterfeit, but... how could it be counterfeit?
The power fluctuations from the halberd could not be faked at all, it was the halberd held by the sea god Poseidon they once worshiped, it was the real sea god artifact!
Thinking of the traditions and legends of the Sea Clan, a group of Sea Clans looked at each other in blank dismay, and then landed on the seabed one after another, next to the Saltwater Clans who had been fighting fiercely just now, and half-kneeled and lowered their heads.

"God of the Sea is on top!"

The neat shouts, compared with the voices of the saltwater tribe, suddenly became several grades higher.

The Xianshui tribe immediately received the taunting eyes from the coalition soldiers, and each of them nodded their heads, but with the power of the Sea God Trident, they did not dare to move and could only swallow their anger.

At this moment, Namor's face was as ugly as a pile of shit.

Now that it's out, what's the point of a duel?He directly parachuted onto his head and became the king!Still have a fart fight?

Namor's face twisted.

You can't just sit around like this!
kill him!

Take the trident!
Namor rushed towards Percy, and the energy gathered rapidly on King Zebel's trident.

A burst of orange energy shot out, straight for Percy's head.

Percy shook his head, and swung the golden trident abruptly. The trident spun and stood in front of him as if it had a spirit. The water flow was stirred to form a water flow barrier, and the energy ray was bounced away.

The next moment, Percy grabbed the spinning trident violently and hit Namor hard on the breastplate.

Clap!

Namor flew upside down, the armor on his chest was shattered, and he fell into a coma.

"The sea god is mighty! The lord is invincible!" A group of sea people shouted in unison.

King Zebel also swam over on King Seahorse, and bowed in front of Percy, "My king."

Percy froze, "Is this the end?"

Dave patted him on the shoulder, "What else?"

……

Dave successfully completed the mission and returned to the base on the third day.

On this day, the sky was very clear, but a certain reporter was in a bad mood.

No, terrible can't describe Eddie's violent mood at the moment.

Since that incarnation of Oxer, his life has been completely gloomy.In order to live, he had to get a false identity or even a mask to live.

But deep down, he still wants to be a popular reporter.

This is his dream.

It doesn't matter what to report, as long as it makes him popular.

Deep in his memory, the face of the armored warrior emerged, making his face even more ugly.

It was all those damned armored warriors who turned him from Oxer back into an ordinary person on the spot, but those guys never thought about how much harm he suffered from being exposed to the public like this?
His face is simply unacceptable to the world!

Everyone looks at him like a monster!

Especially those guys who came to him and called themselves S.H.I.E.L.D., their superior tone made him even more furious, and on the spot... he ran away in anger.

With his experience in stalking, he played anti-stalking and escaped from New York, made a fake face to wear, and ran to other states, but the metropolis of New York was always his dream, so he came back here, Get a job as a reporter again under Bullock's name.

However, he was humiliated before his new life began.

He couldn't even get in the life fund company!

This is the task assigned to him by his superiors. He wants to find big news in this company. If he finds him, he will be promoted and become a column reporter for Channel [-], but right now he is stuck at the first pass.

The boss of the company, Drake, didn't even meet him, a little unknown reporter!
Are you going to sneak in?

Looking at the dozens of floors of the life fund company, Eddie narrowed his eyes slightly...

Inside the life fund company, in the conference room, the two were arguing at the moment.

"Eric! Your Renaissance plan is meaningless now!" A handsome boy in a suit of Indian origin pointed at an equally charming middle-aged man opposite and shouted, "Wake up, times have changed, My dear Uncle Eric! Genetic mutagens, cure-alls to stimulate cells to repair themselves, human enhancement programs, these are obsolete things, and your predecessors are now jerking off in S.H.I.E.L.D. prisons What! Studying that kind of thing is not even as practical as a battle armor!"

The Indian brother sneered, "My space exploration plan is the future! Aliens are peeping at the earth, and they can come a second time if they come once. The earth is no longer safe, and exploring outer space to find a new residence , and by the way, developing outer space resources and developing new technologies is what our Life Fund Company should do!"

"If..." the handsome middle-aged Eric was interrupted by his nephew Drago before he could finish speaking.

"What can your plan bring to the company? Is there really a panacea? Don't you want to get a replica of the super soldier serum? Why can't you think outside of this, uncle? We should look at the stars and the sea! Think about those outsiders Intelligent life in space, think about their technology, even if you are not interested in cold technology, think about those aliens, think about their physical fitness. If we can explore civilizations in outer space, how much do you want? Any super soldiers?"

Eric's face turned cold.

The Renaissance project has been his painstaking effort for many years. Even though he does know that things like panaceas are outdated and really not as effective as a set of steel armor, he still wants to fulfill his dream.

But his nephew is in charge of the company right now. It seems that the board of directors should have been persuaded by him, and his plan may be unsustainable.

"It's useless to say more, let's vote." Drago waved his hand, and the shareholders present looked at each other and cast their precious votes to determine the company's future course.

After a while, Drake left gracefully, leaving Eric alone in the meeting room.

Eric looked at his fists, his eyes gradually turned cold.

"Since you don't let me continue the plan, don't blame me for not talking about the relationship between uncle and nephew." Eric sneered, "I'm so stupid to make such a low-level mistake. A company is a company. Business is business, and family affection is family affection, they cannot be confused at all."

"My dear nephew, you really taught me a lesson."

Eric got up, walked to the window, looked at the busy traffic in New York in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, and took out his mobile phone, "Make an appointment for Mr. Slade, and tell him that I agreed to his request."

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