It's been a rough day.
The president was sitting on pins and needles while staying in Oval Office.
Chief of Staff advised him to hide in an underground air-raid shelter to avoid the worst outcome and not even have time to escape.
"The President, we can't put all our hopes on Rear Admiral Cavill."
he said.
"Then what else can we do? Should we ask for help from the British, or should we look for that Siberia Red Bear? This is not the Third World War, there is no Allied Nations. They will only talk perfunctory diplomatic rhetoric while quietly waiting for United States to collapse and fall!"
The president took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his red nose.
At this moment, he even wanted to imitate the failed Fuhrer and curse "Fuck Fuck".
"I can only believe that Superman will create miracles again! At least Boston and Philadelphia have not fallen yet, and millions of citizens of New York are also waiting for news of victory."
The President's voice revealed a hint of exhaustion, and he said seriously, "At this time, if there is news that the president left White House and hid in an underground air-raid shelter, what would the people staying in New York think? People may not notice the escaping soldiers, but they will definitely despise the escaping generals!"
Chief of Staff has nothing to say and can only remain silent.
Since the two Atomic Bomb were dropped and detonated, not only has the psychological shadow of Japan been serious, Soviet Union has also actively developed the nuclear industry.
White-headed Eagle There is no ambiguity here. The military has long established a secret force composed of helicopter pilots and ground crews in Pennsylvania's Olmsted Air Force Base.
They are on standby at any time and are responsible for the important task of rescuing the president and cabinet members after a nuclear attack on their homeland.
As long as White House sends out an emergency rescue signal, this force will arrive as quickly as possible and then escort the president to Weather Mountain's underground air raid shelter.
"God bless!"
The President looked out the window, and there was no one on the green lawn.
The air raid siren has been sounded for a long time, reminding ordinary people in Washington D.C. not to go out.
All this seems to bring people back to the World War II period!
"Maybe worse than a world war."
The President smiled bitterly.
At least World War II did not really affect America's local base camp. They were fighting on other people's territory.
But now, Atlantis's army might appear in Washington D.C. soon.
Time passed slowly minute by minute, and the sound of the minute and second hands moving in the room was particularly clear.
Chief of Staff sat back on the sofa with a tragic expression on his face, as if he was about to die for his country.
Jingle bell bell! Jingle bell bell!
The phone placed on the big desk suddenly made a sharp beep.
The President's arm propped on the table visibly trembled.
He took a deep breath and picked up the vibrating microphone.
Chief of Staff carefully observed the president's expression, expecting to see a glimmer of victory on his tired, wrinkled face.
The voice on the other end of the phone spoke so quickly that he couldn't hear the specific content.
"Nimitz Minister."
The president looked calm and said with emphasis, "Please help me convey my sincere gratitude to Rear Admiral Cavill. He has once again ended a war! He is a national hero!"
A rather short sentence, containing extremely strong emotions.
After putting down the phone, the president put his hands on the table.
His chest heaved and he breathed heavily.
After waiting for several minutes, the president calmed down his excitement, raised his head again, and said forcefully, "Convene a press conference to tell the people waiting for the news that we won!"
Chief of Staff was stunned for a moment, making sure he heard correctly, waving his arms vigorously, and letting out a gaffeful cheer.
"I'll do it right away! The President, which direction should the speech go in? Should it focus on the country's leadership decision-making and the effective cooperation of the military, or should it highlight... Rear Admiral Cavill?"
After sorting out his emotions for a few minutes, Chief of Staff asked hesitantly.
If Rear Admiral Cavill's achievements are highlighted, then there must be rewards.
World War II How long has it been since the end and he was promoted to general?
Such a promotion speed is simply incredible!
"Of course I tell the people truthfully that Superman once again stopped this war and brought peace to everyone."
The President thought for a moment and gave the answer.
While I was in office, it was always right to have a good relationship with that major general.
As for how to prevent Superman from having too much power, leave it to the next person in power.
"By the way, remember to contact Rear Admiral Cavill. He will be the representative for the negotiation meeting in two hours."
The President warned.
Young people love to be in the limelight.
I believe Superman will be no exception.
The task of negotiating with Atlantis should be left entirely to the major general and S.H.I.E.L.D..
"Land World has agreed to negotiate, and the location is Liberty Island in the Hudson River."
Namor pressed his hands on the seat, helplessly accepting the cruel reality of losing the war.
Royal City Poseidonia News came that an explosion occurred in the trench above, burying one-third of the slum area outside the protective shield.
What's worse is that Land People has even more powerful weapons that are being prepared for release.
Unless Namor leads the army and returns to the city immediately to protect Crystal, he is likely to become a king who will subjugate his country.
Next, a new and troublesome question arises, that is, Superman may be waiting for Atlantic Ocean to be delivered to your door.
After careful consideration, Namor could only agree to the negotiation option.
In any case, this war cannot proceed for the time being.
He could only go back to the city to replenish his equipment and physical strength, and then consider issues such as protecting Crystal and leveling the opponent's military line.
"Damn bastard! How can a mere Land People be so strong!?"
Namor cursed secretly.
Thinking of seeing Superman later, there was a dull pain in my chest.
He originally decided to let Legion Commander of the Hammerhead Shark Tribe do it for him, but unfortunately the other party's weight was not enough, and he might be at a disadvantage during the negotiation.
As a suitable candidate, Mr. Shaw said that when he was doing multi-person sports at night and challenging the limit, he accidentally twisted his waist and found it difficult to take on the job.
"Fortunately, there is still Continental Shelf Shaker. This is a bargaining chip... I want Golden Trident back before we talk, otherwise the king's position will not be secure."
Namor made up his mind and cheered himself up.
After the last tragic failure, Superman left a deep and large shadow in his heart.
Awakening Mutants's natural ability, plus Atlantis's royal bloodline.
Under the double reinforcement, Namor has almost never encountered an opponent and maintained a rare winning streak.
Until I met Superman——
Being hung up and beaten miserably!
The winning streak ends!
One fork pierces the chest!
A lucky escape!
The peak life of sitting on the throne and ruling Four Oceans suddenly took a turn for the worse and turned into a complete tragedy.
"Let Legion Commander bring enough soldiers! We are just negotiating with Land People, not surrender! We must let the other party see the strong strength of Atlantis!"
Namor said in a deep voice.
The secretary in Council Chamber nodded in agreement.
Silently muttering in his heart, the base camp at the rear was almost captured. Isn't this surrender?
Two hours later, Hudson River, Liberty Island.
A giant ship like Sea Dragon is docked at Liberty Island, which is the exclusive flagship of King Atlantis.
Hammerhead Shark Legion has strong soldiers and horses, Royal Guard is fierce, guarding Namor who is wearing the crown, as if they are the winners.
On the US Army side, there were only Atlantic Fleet, who had withdrawn to his homeland, lined up, and a group of the Navy Department senior officials who looked shocked.
Where have they ever seen such a big scene!
The blue-skinned Atlanteans rides on a ferocious four-legged sea beast, exuding a fierce aura.
The giant ship, as strong as a fortress, casts a shadow silhouette that blocks the sun, like a sleeping Sea Dragon.
"Where is Rear Admiral Cavill? Isn't it here yet?"
Nimitz of the Navy Department asked quietly.
At this moment, only Superman can control the situation!
"Probably still on the way."
Another general replied.
"Land People, the great Lord of the Seven Seas, the ruler of Four Oceans, the king of Atlantis ask you, who is the negotiator of Land World?"
Shark Head Legion Commander asked in a stiff tone.
Navy Department Senior official, you look at me and I look at you, indicating that you don't know how to answer.
"The negotiator is..."
Nimitz stood up and was interrupted by a burst of commotion before he could finish speaking.
He followed the crowd's exclamations and looked in the direction of Upper New York Bay.
A figure appears!
It is Superman!
"Rear Admiral Cavill This is..."
Nimitz is a little confused.
He saw the young major general, holding a Golden Trident, stepping on the river in the air.
Wow!
The water is rippling!
Like an invisible force, it forced the rushing Hudson River apart.
A straight passage suddenly appeared!
The bright sunshine casts down, like a layer of golden light covering Luke's body.
Coupled with this scene, it was like a perfect reproduction of a biblical allusion, making him look like a god descending to earth!