American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 64: The Vibrant Gold is in Hand, Time to Design Clothes

Namo led his people to the waters near Africa.

The Atlanteans who followed them brought all their belongings, including many underwater vehicles.

The habitat was determined in less than half a month.

Some of the tribespeople are researchers who have used energy sensors to pinpoint the location of Wakanda.

During World War II, Africa was largely in a primitive society, and the only reliable way to detect energy fluctuations was through these areas.

Of course, the industrialized European powers probably only find energy reactions in power plants.

The site was chosen in the sea at a depth of 150 meters.

The Atlanteans have a different physical structure. They can move normally within a 500-meter range of water pressure, but cannot stay beyond 1,000 meters for long unless they are in a vehicle. Otherwise, they need to dive to release pressure after half an hour.

On land, ordinary people can only dive to a few dozen meters at most, and professionals can only dive to a few hundred meters. They have to surface after a few minutes. So, there is no need to worry about Wakanda being able to find them. As long as they don't do anything reckless and provoke them, it is impossible for the other side to be so crazy as to develop underwater weapons.

Allen has a breathing mask, which allows him to swim like a normal Atlantean, but he cannot dive more than 300 meters, otherwise his lungs will not be able to withstand the pressure.

They rely entirely on the attribute bonuses from their class level; they are not as agile as the Atlanteans in the water.

The Atlanteans breathe through their skin and regulate their bodies with water molecules, which gives them the ability to live underwater. They also have a higher body density than humans and are more resistant to water pressure, so fatal gunshot wounds don't kill them. However, their weakness is obvious: like fish, they cannot stay out of the water for too long.

Due to the need to develop technological solutions, they modified underwater vehicles into engineering machines, excavated holes in the mountains in the sea, and then installed oxygen devices to create an environment similar to land.

After all, many scientific experiments cannot be conducted in water.

Allen piloted the Flying Fish underwater vehicle, towing a trailer behind it, and used a communicator to direct Nanawi to mine the mountain in search of vibranium.

On land, vibranium veins are directly exposed, while those hidden in the sea are buried in rocks and require continuous exploration and location using instruments.

If they were to be exposed to the public, they might not even get a chance.

"Vibranium has been found in Exploration Zone 151."

As soon as an announcement came from inside the car, Allen immediately told Nanaway to stop digging rocks.

"Nanawi, sit in the back of the car, let's go home for dinner."

The fish-shaped submersible could only carry Allen; Nanawi had to sit in the cargo compartment as they headed straight for the camp.

He had already spoken to Namo and learned that only a hundred or so kilograms of vibranium would be enough to forge the armor, so he had no intention of being greedy.

To be honest, vibranium has fallen into human society, but current human technology cannot fully utilize it. Furthermore, humans are unaware of vibranium's value.

Allen piloted the submarine with incredible speed, deliberately seeking out narrow passages and occasionally making 360-degree turns to pass through the gaps between two rocks.

The area on one side is flat, and the main feature is to take an unconventional approach.

Allen doesn't drive because he doesn't have a driver's license, but underwater vehicles don't require a driver's license.

Upon returning to the camp.

Allen got out of the car and walked to Nanawei in the back, boasting, "Aren't my driving skills awesome?"

"vomit…"

Nanawi's eyes were glazed over, and undigested food gushed from his stomach as soon as he opened his mouth.

That driving skill completely blew the little shark away.

"It seems you're already amazed by my driving skills."

Allen nodded in satisfaction and strode towards the research area.

At this time, many researchers are already examining the collected vibranium.

A piece of ore as black as coal is extremely hard at room temperature.

After repeated confirmation with instruments, it was indeed the renowned vibranium.

Once they have vibranium resources in hand, given time, their development may not be inferior to that of Atlantis.

In the dry research area, Namor saw Allen enter and eagerly went up to him, asking, "You're back."

"Why be so proactive? What if people misunderstand?"

Allen covered his chest with both hands and used a tactical lean back to create distance.

Namor, already used to Allen's neurotic ramblings, said to himself, "I've decided to stay and protect my people; I won't be going to the mainland for the time being."

Allen straightened his monocle, which was missing from his right eye: "Every decision is preordained by fate."

"..."

To be honest, Allen's madness level fluctuates wildly and is very unstable.

Sometimes, when one's intelligence is on point, they can see through the mystery in a single sentence.

Sometimes he talks nonsense, and his words don't make any sense.

At that moment, Allen looked at an old man who had just come in from the water, walked straight up to him, and said seriously, "Take off your clothes."

"What are you going to do!?"

The old man took a step back in fright and said nervously, "My old bones can't take any more trouble, please don't scare me."

"Allen, you must not be disrespectful to the wise Weinstein."

Now, Namo can no longer let him run wild.

The Wise Man Weinstein was an expert in many fields among his followers, and they all relied on him to lead their people in developing technology.

"His clothes don't get wet, I want to study that," Allen said frankly.

"It was just clothes! You startled me."

Weinstein's expression calmed down considerably as he explained, "This is a unique Atlantean fiber material, made through a special weaving process. It's not only waterproof and breathable, but also durable. With enough fabric stored, we can make you a complete outfit."

"That's too extravagant."

Allen said enthusiastically, "I'll draw a blueprint, and you can follow it."

I found some paper and pen and started drawing.

Namo watched curiously from the side, and after a few strokes, he sketched out a human figure. He couldn't help but ask, "Why is there an extra line in the middle?"

Allen put down his pen, turned around and said seriously, "Isn't it big? It's not comfortable to wear it coiled up normally, so I wanted to hang it down. This is a temporary design for these trousers."

Namor's gaze shifted downwards, and he frowned slightly.

I didn't realize you were so overconfident.

"I see contempt in your eyes."

Allen excitedly stopped writing, hurriedly unbuckled his belt, and said confidently, "Believe it or not, I'll give you a set of five lightning whips."

"No, no, no, stop! I believe you."

Namor quickly stopped him, genuinely believing that Allen would dare to draw his sword in public.

"You're shocked and ashamed by how big I am, aren't you?" Allen said smugly.

"Ah, yes, yes, it's shame."

Namo verbally agreed, but inwardly he was comforting himself, thinking it wasn't worth arguing with a madman.

Allen casually tossed his hair and said confidently, "In the world, the only one I can admire is the Hulk."

Who?

What race is the Hulk?

Never mind, it doesn't matter. He probably just made up a character.

Namo only cares that he doesn't do anything foolish again.

No matter what, we brought him back ourselves. If he makes a fool of himself, how will the tribesmen view him?

After the king lost his memory, he actually got involved with a perverted madman. Something shameful must have happened between them, tsk tsk tsk...