A retired reincarnator from a certain American film studio

"This is... Sands Island?"

Cipher paused slightly, then looked at Luke: "But there's nothing on it."

Sure enough, it's here.

Luke's lips curled up as he grabbed the headset beside him, put it in his ear, and glanced at the real-time satellite map of Sands Island: "Whether it's there or not, we'll know once we take a look."

The words fell.

boom!

Luke's figure vanished instantly opposite Cypher, landing with a thud on the uninhabited island of Sands.

Look around.

There was no one there. At the very least, there were no buildings on the island large enough to house more than four hundred Hydra agents.

If it's not on the island, then it must be in the sea.

Lu Ke raised an eyebrow and looked down at the ground beneath his feet.

……

Chapter 292 Going to Sea? Not a chance! (First update!)

"here we go."

"Hurry up, Dr. Zola, we've launched a satellite!"

"what!"

"Are Luke and Whitehorse's coordinates really that close?"

Almost at the moment the countdown reached zero, the Hydra board members, who had previously appeared aloof and taciturn, were now transformed into onlookers in the virtual conference room. Some were looking at the coordinates, while others were urging Dr. Zola to hurry up and launch the satellite.

When it comes to entertaining people, Hydra is second to none.

after all……

Not everyone or every organization can turn finding fun into World War II.

Alexander Pierce chuckled as he watched Baron Zemo urging Dr. Zola to hurry up and launch the satellite. "Zemo, I thought you were a staunch ally of Whitehorse."

Baron Zemo looked at Alexander with a serious expression: "Who said that? This is a rumor, this is slander. Whitehorn and I only have a working relationship."

What a joke.

Everyone present—one, two, three, plus Madam Viper and Hydra's partner William Stryker—is either openly supporting Luke or secretly supporting him.

you could put it that way.

Right now, Luke isn't the only one who thinks Daniel Whitehouse is dead.

Instead, it was a group of people who wanted him dead.

So, under these circumstances, since Whitehead isn't his biological father or anything, he'd have to be crazy to rush to support Whitehead.

Fortunately.

I felt something was wrong from the very beginning. I had no intention of getting involved. Otherwise, if I wanted to extricate myself, I would have had to give up half of my assets.

Baron Zemo secretly rejoiced.

He didn't have much money to begin with, so losing half of it would be a huge financial blow for him.

at this time.

Several more beams of light flashed in the conference room, followed by several more people entering the room.

"Has it started?" William Stryker, who had just finished a mutant surgery, asked hurriedly after taking his seat. Then, seeing the real-time satellite imagery projected by Dr. Zola, he looked at Luke standing on the deserted island and asked, "Where is this? Weren't we supposed to be going to Whitehall?"

Alexander Pierce smiled and greeted the newly logged-in man, saying, "Distro, you almost missed the show."

The man called Distro laughed and said, "I just finished a meeting at NATO, and here I am."

Gideon Malik looked at Distro with curiosity: "Distro, if Whitehouse loses this time, do you plan to continue with the new board partnership, or find a different partner?"

Distro laughed heartily and pointed at the projected screen in a thick London accent: "Let's wait until the winner is decided. But I don't see Whitehead."

Baron Zemo, standing nearby, gave away a spoiler: "Three hundred meters below Sands Island, there is an underwater base in Whitehorse."

Upon hearing this, Alexander looked at Baron Zemo: "This place, an underwater base?"

Baron Zemo seemed to know what Alexander was going to say: "I can assure you, Alexander, that I had absolutely no involvement in this base."

Well known.

The Federation is Alexander Pierce's territory.

At this point, Baron Zemo has no reason to deceive Alexander about this matter.

Alexander squinted as he looked at Luke in the live satellite image.

Whitehorse, who was at the underwater base command center, immediately began locating the location and sensed something was wrong almost the instant Luke's coordinates were released.

"Shet!"

"He's on Sands Island."

Hydra agents, who also used satellites for real-time positioning, spotted Luke on Sands Island immediately and turned to Whitehead, who was standing not far away: "Sir, should we send someone up?"

Whitehouse looked up at Luke on the real-time satellite map, then shook his head, saying, "No need, let him come down first."

There were no submarines on Sands Island, and Luke had no diving suits.

He was curious.

How can I possibly send that damned yellow-skinned monkey to his grave within an hour, just as he brazenly claimed?

Not to mention……

His underwater base is staffed with numerous special agents.

Whitehead looked down at Luke on the real-time satellite map, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"I bet you won't even be able to get through my door!"

"Ok?"

As soon as Whitehorn finished speaking, his eyes narrowed involuntarily as he looked up at Luke on the big screen. Luke seemed to have sensed something, looked up, and Luke's eyes seemed to be meeting his own. Whitehorn was startled.

Luke glanced up at the sky, then looked around, and finally, in a flash, he was already on the beach of Sands Island.

"Ok?"

"Teleport?"

"Is Luke a mutant?"

"No."

William Stryker, who was attending the meeting, shook his head upon hearing Destro's exclamation and said, "I have already checked. Luke is not a mutant, either genetically or otherwise."

Distro nodded thoughtfully: "So that's an Inhuman?"

Stryker shrugged. "I don't know."

It's true that he hates mutants.

But Stryker said he wasn't crazy either, and at least the Inhuman didn't kill his wife.

So, as long as you're not a mutant, Stryker says, love is whatever it is.

Seated in the main seat, Lady Viper, who was in charge of this game's ruling, crossed her arms and remained silent, her emerald green eyes fixed on Luke on the projection screen.

Luke stood on the beach with his hands in his pockets, looking at the sea in front of him. There were no waves, only a deep blue color.

“Sefer”.

"Wait a moment, we're already preparing your diving suit. It will be deployed shortly."

"Need not."

"what?"

Cipher, who was helping pack the diving suit and oxygen tanks in the aerial fortress, was slightly taken aback: "Without these things, how do you plan to get down? Just teleport?"

Luke shook his head: "My teleportation has limitations. I can't go to places that I don't have in my mind."

Cipher frowned: "So how do you plan to get down?"

Luke chuckled, turned his gaze away from the sea, then stepped out and reappeared in the center of Sands Island: "Who said I was going down?"

Going into the sea is impossible.

It's impossible in this life.

Back when Lu Ke was in the Main God Space, he once ate a Devil Fruit because of his gluttony. Putting aside how it tasted, the aftereffects were severe.

Although he spent some divine points to wash away the power brought by the Devil Fruit, he still said that he would try not to go into the sea if possible.

Cipher was stunned.

"If you're not going down, how are you going to find Whitehorse?"

"Let him come up."

"..."

Cipher was at a loss for words: "So, honey, how are you planning to get Whitehorn up here? Call him, provoke him, and get him to come up?"

Luke chuckled, remaining silent. He looked around, then glanced behind him at the coastline at least fifty kilometers away, raising an eyebrow. "Sefer, are you confident you can interfere with the satellite signals here?"

Cipher responded, "Sure, but if you want to avoid being discovered, the area can only be limited to fifty kilometers centered on Sands Island. But what are you planning to do?"

Lu Ke laughed and said, "Just do it. Once you've done it well, you'll know."

Cypher frowned, then shook his head, stood up, and walked towards his control room in the aerial fortress. He then said to his five blonde female subordinates in the control room, "Deploy signal jammers centered on Luke."

Five blonde beauties who were chatting and watching a live video stream quickly snapped out of their reverie, put on their headphones, and got back to work.

"Activate the satellite signal jammer."

"Conduct pre-exit checks."

"Open the bottom hatch."