Superman of the American Comics

When Howard went to sleep and rested.

Luke packaged the model of the nuclear reactor, as well as the design drawings and calculation drafts, and sent them to the Atomic Energy Commission.

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

Admiral Hyman Rickover of the Bureau of ships has long proposed to place the nuclear reactor in a submarine.

In this way, the huge defect of insufficient endurance caused by electric propulsion can be avoided.

The submarine can also be used as a missile launching pad, so as to turn it into a deterrent weapon with extremely important strategic role.

However, it is limited to various technical problems.

This idea can only stay on paper for the time being.

Luke knew very well that in two years at most, the Admiral likov would be approved by the Atomic Energy Commission and the Navy Department.

He was appointed as the director of the nuclear power department of the ship administration and the chief engineer of the nuclear submarine project to start the manufacturing of nuclear submarines.

The emergence of Atlantis and the existence of Howard only accelerated the occurrence of this history.

"I hope that admiral likov can make a breakthrough as soon as possible."

Luke thought silently.

Pointing out the manufacturing technology of nuclear submarines means having the chips to negotiate with Atlantis.

He is indeed deliberately conniving at the upcoming small-scale war.

The original intention was to use the threat of namo and the existence of Atlantis to increase the weight of the Divine Shield and its own status.

Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon, you can only wait until the Kerry led fleet invades 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.

Can be in the center of power, and the rules restricting individuals always exist objectively.

Therefore, Luke wants to take advantage of the emergence of Atlantis, take this marine civilization as an external pressure, and force those who are wary of themselves to take the initiative to open the heavy shackles on the hands of the Divine Shield Bureau.

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

"The next problem to be solved is only namo and Sebastian."

Luke thought as he took Rogers into the elevator.

"Steve, we are fighting side by side this time. The first task is to solve Atlantis."

The captain of the United States put on the familiar Star Spangled Banner uniform and carried the vibrating gold shield that rarely left his body.

Luke found that both heroes and villains had strange fetishes.

For example, Thor especially likes to swing a hammer. Even with the storm axe later, he still loves mirniel.

Namo, the sea king, never forgets the stolen golden Trident.

Like these people above, even after the captain of the United States enters semi retirement, the Zhenjin shield is wiped every day and placed at the head of the bed when sleeping.

Get up early in the morning and open your eyes. As long as you look at it, Rogers will feel full of vitality and fighting spirit.

"Atlantis? Their king is not your opponent at all. In terms of combat power, we have an advantage."

Rogers sat in the wide chair in the director's office and adjusted his posture unaccustomed.

This is much more comfortable than your own sofa!

"Namo Mackenzie is really not my opponent."

Luke nodded and admitted.

When you think about it, it seems that the sea king of any studio has been beaten by Superman.

Even without himself, in the big event of secret war, namo will be killed by the fake Superman Hyperion, and the whole country will be destroyed by the supreme squadron.

Compared with now, just being taken away from my beloved golden Trident, the end is much better.

On the set next door, Superman has made an amazing move to move Atlantis to the Sahara desert.

If Luke did the same, the blue skinned people living at the bottom of the sea would have to go with the wacanda.

The two countries with the most developed scientific and technological strength on earth are also countries with backward systems and old ideas. Some interesting stories should happen when they become neighbors one day.

"But this is war."

Luke restrained his thoughts and said seriously.

"Namo will not be foolish enough to challenge me alone. He has experienced a painful failure. I believe he has calmed down and no longer holds the foolish idea that Atlantis is the first in the world and the mutant is invincible."

Rogers scratched his head and thought it made sense.

Atlantis is not Berlin. Superman can end the war by flying directly and hanging namo on a street lamp.

Killing a king will only arouse the hatred of the bottom people and expand the scale of the war.

"What are we going to do?"

Asked Rogers subconsciously.

"You'll know soon."

Luke smiled meaningfully.

He prepared a big gift for Sebastian Shaw.

……

……

Boston, port.

Wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of short boots, 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 saber toothed tiger has been running all over the world like firefighters.

For example, go to Africa to collect a special metal mineral.

Or, eliminate the remnants of Hydra.

In short, task force x became a sharp knife of the s.h.i.e.l.d.

And the effect was outstanding, which satisfied the generals of the Pentagon.

"You haven't seen me. Now, go back the same way."

After getting off the bus, Yinhu patted the driver on the shoulder and said.

The middle-aged uncle with a beer belly suddenly became empty in his eyes, as if he was distracted.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded hard.

He repeated Yinhu's original words and left in his car.

Not even the fare!

"Warehouse 4..."

Bai whored the taxi driver's silver fox and 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 the running dog of mankind? It's really in line with your nature to betray your camp in exchange for a stable life."

The silver fox frowned and said, "Emma, you sent me a message to meet me. Is it for a quarrel?"

"If so, I can only say that you are still as naive as before."

The graceful figure appearing in Boston port is the White Queen of Hellfire club.

She was wrapped in a layer of black waterproof clothes, carrying a strange helmet as a breathing device, and her hair was wet, just like she had just finished swimming and surfing.

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

The White Queen held her chest in her hands and her voice cooled down.