Superman

Time moved forward quietly to November 1945, and the lively atmosphere before Thanksgiving became increasingly intense.

People are beginning to prepare to participate in festival parades, and many large supermarkets or stores are planning price reductions and issuing coupons.

New Yorkers are looking forward to getting together with family and friends as soon as possible and enjoying a turkey dinner.

"Well, it's really a fierce battle."

Luke woke up from the bed contentedly, glanced at the clothes and high heels on the floor, and couldn't help but smile.

He walked into the bathroom naked, washed himself, and put on his nightgown.

Open the heavy curtains and welcome the morning sunshine and a beautiful day.

"A peaceful New York will be rare to see in the future."

Luke stretched his muscles and basked in the warm sunlight.

He has had a relatively easy time recently, and SHIELD's operation is gradually getting on the right track, and it is developing and growing with a stable trend.

The headquarters has expanded from the humble beginning of three departments to eight departments.

The number of spies, agents, agents and field teams is also increasing.

These are all due to Carter, and I have to say that she is very suitable for this job.

Luke could handle things in an orderly manner without much effort.

"If we continue to develop at this rate, we will probably be able to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon and the White House soon."

Luke thought with satisfaction.

The three laboratories have also made gains recently. The latest model of the nuclear fusion reactor proposed by Howard has been made and is awaiting test results.

Dr. Zola's idea of ​​using Woden's blood to transform cells and improve energy absorption efficiency has initially yielded results.

Maybe in another week, Luke will be able to receive the injection.

As for the mutant genetic map project led by Bolivar, it is currently being tackled.

It is worth mentioning that Task Force X, led by Wolverine and Sabretooth Tiger, performed well.

He has served as S.H.I.E.L.D.’s foreign aid many times, assisting agents in completing their missions, and has shown quite impressive results.

So much so that the generals at the Pentagon, in every meeting, hinted to Luke to recruit more mutants as soon as possible.

It would be best to form a large enough legion and send it to overseas battlefields to capture cities and territories and kill all sides.

Mr. Major General was unmoved by this and just pretended that nothing had happened.

These old guys who have experienced World War I and World War II know how to turn all available people or objects into mass-produced assembly line weapons.

Luke has his own ideas and will naturally not be affected by them.

“The feeling of a new house is just good.”

He stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking Manhattan below him.

The traffic is busy and the flow is constant.

The astonishing height of the forty-sixth floor is enough to take in a panoramic view of half of the Upper East Side.

Thanks to the enthusiastic sponsorship from Congress, Luke had plenty of funds on hand and was not short of money at all.

He just spent a lot of money and bought a forty-eight-story apartment building in Manhattan without blinking an eye.

According to the real estate agent, this skyscraper called Basteco Tower was designed by a well-known French architectural designer and is high-end and classy.

The only drawback is that it's a little more expensive.

"This can be considered an appreciation investment."

Luke muttered.

Not long after World War II, the United States has not yet experienced inflation.

In the future, in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where land is at a premium, the cost of buying a high-rise building will not exceed billions.

But what really moved Luke was, apart from his own needs, the fact that the Basteco Building was only three blocks away from the New York Sanctuary.

It feels safer to place Malena here, which is like letting the Supreme Mage act as a bodyguard in disguise.

"General, there is an emergency..."

Stryker's anxious voice came over the phone, as if his house was on fire.

"What happened?"

Luke asked with a frown.

Today was the weekend, and he wanted to have a leisurely breakfast before going to Brooklyn to chat with Rogers.

After reminiscing with old friends, we can go together to our luxury yacht docked in the port of the Hudson River to bask in the sun and talk about life ideals.

Considering Captain America's upright character and the paparazzi squatting outside, Luke gave up the idea of ​​inviting a group of models to have a party - that was Howard's style.

Before the dull and boring rich man's day could begin, a phone call from Stryker ruined all his plans.

"What happened? A tsunami?"

Luke shook his head and sighed, and said to Marlena who was still lying on the bed: "It seems that I have to save the world. Tell Steve that the noon party is cancelled."

Bang!

The words fell to the ground, and the tall figure rose into the sky.

…

…

A few minutes later, Luke appeared at the SHIELD headquarters building.

Stryker couldn't explain clearly on the phone, so he just came over directly.

"What happened to make you look so panicked?"

Luke walked into the conference room, Carter, who was sitting on the left, looked solemn, and Howard also became serious.

As a follower, Stryker stayed quietly in the corner.

All in all, the atmosphere is rather depressing.

Could it be that the Kree people called in advance?

Luke narrowed his eyes and sat in the chief's seat.

"A very bad... diplomatic incident."

Carter spat out this sentence.

She turned on the bulky projector and projected blurry black and white photos on the wall.

"Tsunami?"

Luke frowned and kept flashing, and the coherent picture that was finally formed showed a messy post-disaster scene.

Buildings were washed away, bridges collapsed, and waves submerged the land...

"Here in Anna Maria Island, Florida, just yesterday, local residents were hit by a tsunami, which was probably the severity of a Level 2 Orange Alert."

Carter had a cold face and explained: "But that's not the point. Look at this!"

The female agent pulled up a photo and saw a gloomy sky, violent storms, and a vague figure.

With his hands open, he is like a wizard casting spells, manipulating changes in the weather.

"The man claimed to be Namor Mackenzie, the king of Atlantis. He created this disaster because the federal government wanted to arrest his compatriots."

Carter's voice was a little low, and he said softly: "He took the initiative to send a tape to SHIELD and the FBI, admitting that the tsunami attack on Anna Maria Island was all done by him alone."

"And he also said that if the military does not stop its brutal behavior of capturing mutants, the next city hit by a tsunami will be New York!"

"Finally, Namor Mackenzie also emphatically warned SHIELD, and... you - in the name of the King of Atlantis."

Luke listened quietly, tapping his fingers on the table, with no emotion or anger on his face.

He didn't expect that the first person to stand up and cause trouble for him would be Neptune Namor.

The little prince lived up to his reputation as a naughty little prince. Before he even provoked the other party, he came directly to his door.

"SHIELD has been collecting mutants recently?"

Luke asked subconsciously.

It's true that Namor is a mutant, but why is he suddenly attracted to his compatriots?

This guy is obviously only interested in teasing and cornering people, and even the people of Atlantis don't care much about him.

Carter shook his head and replied: "No. According to what you said, we have always started from the school and paid attention to those young students who have had abnormal events."

"They are easier to control and will not resist fiercely like other mutants. These things are carried out very low-key."

There must be a monster when things go wrong. Namor warned SHIELD and himself for no reason. There must be other reasons.

After thinking for a few seconds, Luke spit out a name: "Sebastian Xiao."