Howard ran to sleep and recuperate.
Luke packaged and sent the model of the nuclear reactor, as well as the design drawings and calculation drafts to Atomic Energy Commission.
The guys from the Navy Department will definitely be ecstatic after receiving it.
Bureau of Ships's Admiral Hyman Rickover had long proposed placing nuclear reactors in submarines.
In this way, it can avoid the huge drawback of insufficient endurance due to electric propulsion.
The submarine can also be used as a missile launch pad, thus turning it into a deterrent weapon with extremely important strategic effects.
However, it is limited to various technical problems.
As a result, this idea can only remain on paper for the time being.
Luke knows very well that in two years at most, Admiral Rykov will be able to get the consent of Atomic Energy Commission and Navy Department.
Appointed as the director of Naval Reactors and the chief engineer of the nuclear submarine project, he began the manufacture of nuclear submarines.
The emergence of Atlantis and the existence of Howard only accelerated the occurrence of this history.
"I hope that Admiral Rykov can make a breakthrough soon."
Luke thought silently.
Pointing out the manufacturing technology of nuclear submarines means having a bargaining chip with Atlantis.
He was indeed deliberately conniving at this upcoming small-scale war.
The original plan was to use the threat of Namor and the existence of Atlantis to increase the weight of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s words and his own status.
Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon, you can only wait until Kree leads a large-scale invasion of the fleet and World Security Council is established.
That's too slow.
Luke thought so.
Even the president and the Pentagon treated Superman very politely.
But in the center of power, the rules that restrict individuals always exist objectively.
Therefore, Luke wants to take advantage of the appearance of Atlantis and use this Ocean Civilization as external pressure to force those who are wary of him 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.
"The next problem to be solved is the two unstable factors Namor and Sebastian."
Luke was thinking as he walked into the elevator with Rogers.
"Steve, we are fighting side by side this time. Our first task is to solve Atlantis."
Captain America put on the familiar uniform of Stars and Stripes, holding in his hand the Vibranium shield that rarely left his body.
Luke discovered that both heroes and villains have strange fetishes.
For example, Thor particularly likes swinging hammers. Even after getting Stormbreaker, he still couldn't put it down for Mjolnir.
Namor the Sub-Mariner, and even more so, Golden Trident, which was taken away.
Like the people above, even after Captain America entered semi-retirement, Vibranium shield wiped it every day and put it on the bedside when sleeping.
Get up early in the morning, open your eyes, and just take a look at Rogers and you will feel full of energy and fighting spirit.
"Atlantis? Their king is no match for you at all. In terms of combat power, we have the advantage."
Rogers sat down in the large armchair in Director's office and adjusted his posture somewhat unaccustomedly.
This is much more comfortable than the sofa at home!
"Namor-McKenzie is indeed no match for me."
Luke nodded and admitted frankly.
If you think about it carefully, no matter which studio Aquaman is on, it seems that he has been beaten up by Superman.
Even without himself, in the big event of Secret Wars, Namor will be killed by the copycat version Superman Hyperion, and the entire country will be destroyed by Squadron Supreme.
Compared to now, where his beloved Golden Trident was just taken away, the end would be much better.
On the set next door, Superman even made the astonishing move of moving Atlantis to the Hala desert.
If Luke does the same, those blue-skinned people living under the sea will have to keep company with Wakandans.
The two countries on earth, which are the most technologically advanced but also have backward systems and old-fashioned ideas, will one day become neighbors, and some interesting stories should happen.
"But this is war."
Luke gathered his thoughts and said seriously.
"Namor will not be stupid enough to challenge me. He has experienced 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 Mutants is invincible."
Rogers scratched his head and thought it made sense.
Atlantis is not Berlin. Superman flies directly over and hangs Namor on a street lamp to end the war.
Killing a king will only arouse the hatred of the people at the bottom, thereby expanding the scale of the war.
"Then what are we going to do?"
Rogers asked subconsciously.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Luke smiled meaningfully.
He prepared a big gift for Sebastian-Xiao.
Boston, port.
Wearing a black leather jacket and a pair of short boots, Silver Fox stepped out of the taxi.
She is now a member of X-Force and is under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D..
During this period of time, the team led by Wolverine and Sabretooth has been running around the world like firefighters.
For example, go to Africa to collect a special metal mineral.
Or, eliminate the remaining forces of Hydra.
All in all, X-Force has become a sharp knife for S.H.I.E.L.D..
And the effect was outstanding, which made General the Pentagon very satisfied.
"You haven't seen me. Now, go back the way you came."
Silver Fox got out of the car, patted the driver on the shoulder and said.
The eyes of the middle-aged man with a beer belly suddenly became hollow, as if he was distracted.
After hesitating for a few seconds, he nodded vigorously.
He repeated Silver Fox's original words and drove away in the car.
Not even a fare was required!
"Warehouse No. 4..."
Silver Fox, who paid the taxi driver for nothing, 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 mankind? In order to exchange for a stable life, you would betray your own camp. This is really in line with your nature."
Silver Fox frowned and said in an unfriendly manner, "Emma, you specially sent a message to me and asked me to meet. Is it just to quarrel?"
"If that's the case, then I can only say that you are still as childish as before."
The graceful figure that appeared at the port of Boston was none other than White Queen from Hellfire Club.
She was wrapped in a black waterproof suit, carrying a strange helmet that served as a breathing device in her hand, and her hair was wet, as if she had just finished swimming or surfing.
"Haha, I thought you would be more excited and happy when you see the sister you haven't seen for many years."
White Queen crossed his arms and his voice became colder.
ps: Thanks to [Wind Spirit Fifteen], [A Clear Life], [TUCSON], [Luciferlam~] for the 100-point reward, show your appreciation~
ps2: I got off work late, and it felt a bit difficult to hit the fourth grade.
ps3: strive to complete!