"Rear Admiral Cavill, I have received the order from General Nimitz. Now, the fleet is yours."
The helicopter landed on the open deck, and Second Fleet and Captain Brock walked over against the strong wind from the propeller.
That Chief of Naval Operations did not deny Superman face.
Even if the opponent belongs to the Army faction, it is a good opportunity to make trouble.
"Give me some face... it can become my mantra in the future."
Luke took off his sunglasses and felt satisfied with his relationship.
This is also a manifestation of personality charm.
"The two aircraft carriers attacked by Atlanteans yesterday were Lincoln and Stennis."
After Captain Brock received the order, he cooperated with Luke's inquiry.
"According to the soldier's report, it was 4:20 in the afternoon. The weather on the sea suddenly became very bad, with lightning and thunder, dark clouds sweeping across, and huge waves of tens of meters."
Luke narrowed his eyes. This way of creating a wave of atmosphere and brewing an effect can be said to be very Namor.
This guy is similar to the scene guy Magneto. He can lose in a fight, but his momentum cannot be bad.
They all fall into the category of very expensive special effects.
"Then a man came on the deck. He claimed to be the king of Atlantis and said a bunch of... nonsense that I couldn't understand."
Captain Brock scratched his head. It was stormy and the sailors were busy taking the aircraft on the deck back to the hangar, and they didn't pay attention at all.
"Then the man got angry, and a group of tall blue-skinned warriors emerged from the water. The weapons in their hands were more advanced than ours. They could shoot out light and freeze people into ice cubes."
"And our carbine bullets cannot penetrate their armor."
Luke nodded. Atlantis's technology is ahead of the current Earth, at least by an era.
However, it is a high-tech civilization, and the national system is almost as backward as Wakanda, with distinct and strict hierarchies.
The criteria for selecting a king are bloodline first and strength second.
If Atlantis didn't have many royal family members and even fewer direct bloodlines, it might not have been his turn to get the mixed race Namor.
"Atlanteans quickly took control of the two aircraft carriers. Many sailors tried to resist, but to no avail. The first man to board the deck, his name was Namor-McKenzie. He was as powerful as Super Soldier!"
Captain Brock recalled the horrified expressions of the sailors and couldn't help but glance at Luke. This young major general was Super Soldier, and he was the best one.
He paused and continued, "The man lifted up a bomber with his bare hands and threw it into the sea. He also used a Trident to destroy the remaining aircraft and the engines of the two aircraft carriers."
"As a result, Lincoln and Stennis are still stranded on the sea and unable to return to the dock for maintenance."
Luke waved his hand, indicating that it was a trivial matter, and said relaxedly, "Captain Brock, I will bring the two aircraft carriers back later."
An aircraft carrier probably weighs tens of thousands of tons. It may be a bit difficult to carry it, but it is not a big problem to push it back as a humanoid engine.
Luke's current peak strength remains at around five hundred tons.
At full strength, it can reach 1,000 tons.
And, this is not the limit.
In theory, he's growing every day.
The incredibly powerful physical data once made Howard, who was testing him, feel overwhelmed. He could not imagine that humans could evolve to this extent.
Luke always remembers the shocked look in Iron Man's father's eyes, and then said to him, "You must live a very hard life, and you must be careful in everything you do, for fear of damaging those concrete walls and buildings supported by reinforced concrete."
However, he quickly broke Howard's imagination and replied, "No. Everything has Bio-Force Field."
Then the conversation was over.
"Thank you very much, Rear Admiral Cavill."
Captain Brock's brows knitted together, he was a little confused.
Could the young major general standing in front of him know how to repair aircraft carrier engines?
In other words, the other party is planning to fly directly to the dock and bring back a maintenance team for him?
Even if he tried his best, the captain could not guess that Luke adopted a simpler and more crude method.
"Captain, Second Fleet, how many other aircraft carriers can we use?"
Luke stood on the deck and immediately became the center of attention.
The sailors and pilots who came after hearing the news stared at him with admiration and awe.
"There are still three ships that can be put into use immediately."
Captain Brock said hesitantly.
He didn't know what Luke wanted to do, but he always felt that the risk was very high if he easily handed over the aircraft carrier battle to an army major general.
If not for the call from Chester-Nimitz, who is the leader of the Navy Department, this captain, who is known for his stability, would not necessarily have handed over the command.
"Okay. Then you give the order to let them drop torpedoes into the target sea area of Strait of Gibraltar."
Luke's eyes flickered, determined to retaliate Namor.
Using torpedo bombing is probably to set off the detonator at the door of Atlantis's house.
It may not be able to harm the huge city located on the bottom of the sea, but it will definitely harass the grumpy Namor.
"Torpedoes?"
Captain Brock is a little confused.
"Will this be effective? Those Atlanteans don't live on the bottom of the sea, and torpedoes should not be a threat to them."
Luke didn't say much, and said with a confident smile, "Whether the plan is effective or not will only be known after it is implemented."
Atlantis, Poseidonia.
This is the center of Four Oceans, the highest holy place in the eyes of marine life.
The majestic city stands on the sea floor, retaining the mysterious atmosphere of ancient civilization.
The huge stone pillars standing tall support the magnificent square dome.
Many blue-skinned Atlanteanss, riding Seahorse Tribe or shuttle-shaped spaceships, formed brilliant strips of light surrounding the capital.
Under the deep sea, it is not as dark and cold as people imagine.
Those colorful algae plants or huge jellyfish emit charming light and reflect dreamy colors.
All of this is destined to be difficult for humans to see.
Through the huge water film covering Poseidonia, we entered the center of the city.
You can see an extremely gorgeous palace and castle, with many armed guards patrolling back and forth.
Powerful high-pressure water cannons were set up at sentry posts everywhere.
Once an outsider breaks in, they will receive the most violent firepower.
In the palace's meeting hall, Namor holding Trident was leaning on the throne.
His brows were knitted tightly, and his face revealed undisguised negative emotions such as irritability and impatience.
The many Robed Nobles standing underneath are none other than Council of Elders of Atlantis.
They repeated the same boring rules, and Namor on the throne could almost smell a rotten smell.
It's really 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 our ancestors!
Thinking of the evolution mentioned by Mr. Shaw, Namor looked at Council of Elders with even more bored eyes.
"Your Majesty, we should not communicate with Land World! Not to mention doing it in a bad way that may provoke a war!"
An old Atlantis Robed Nobles showed a distressed expression, as if Namor had done something treacherous.
"Atlantis has long adhered to the tradition of seclusion and isolation! Only in this way can we better preserve ourselves and avoid unnecessary troubles."
"But! Your Majesty, you actually took the initiative to expose the existence of Atlantis for Mutants!"
"You even threatened war! Do you really want to involve your people in the war for a bunch of aliens who have nothing to do with Atlanteans?"
Namor snorted loudly and said loudly, "Will Atlantis lose to Land World? We have technological strength that far exceeds theirs and occupy 70% of the vast territory of this planet!"
"Why is Atlanteans hiding? We are more powerful than Land People. They should be afraid and bow to us!"
The Robed Nobless were in an uproar, ignoring the etiquette of monarchs and ministers, and began to accuse Namor, treating him as a madman.
Since Atlantis sank into Atlantic Ocean, they have rarely set foot on land.
On the one hand, being out of the water for too long will make Atlanteans very uncomfortable and even cause symptoms of coma;
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 the land and resources of the mainland at all! War is meaningless, Your Majesty!"
Robed Nobles advised.
"Of course it makes sense. Let Land People know our existence, understand our strength, and worship Atlantis as a god! Isn't this enough?"
Namor raised a cruel smile. He thought Mr. Shaw was right. The process of evolution is always accompanied by fighting and extinction.
Survival of the fittest, this is the law of nature!
"Your Majesty..."
Robed Nobles also wanted to say something, but he vaguely heard continuous explosions.
Namor, who has better hearing, frowned, exerted slight force on his legs, and rushed out of the palace like a sharp arrow.
He no longer wanted to listen to the nagging of a bunch of old guys, so he took the opportunity to leave.
Breaking through the huge water film that protects and hides the city, Namor goes all the way up.
The violent explosion sound became increasingly clear, and the turbulent water flow formed tiny vortices 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!
Holding Trident, Namor directly broke through the water, standing in mid-air like a god!
ps: Two updates guaranteed, I will continue writing next, but it will probably be very late.