Howard ran to sleep and recuperate.
Luke packaged the model of the nuclear reactor, as well as the design drawings and draft calculations, and sent them to the Atomic Energy Commission.
The guys at the Admiralty will be ecstatic when they receive it.
Admiral Hyman Rickover of the Ship Bureau had long proposed placing the nuclear reactor in the submarine.
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 knew very well that it would take another two years at most before Admiral Rykov could get the approval of the Atomic Energy Commission and the Navy Department.
Appointed as the head of the nuclear power department of the Ship Bureau 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 SHIELD's words and its own status.
Otherwise, if you want to get rid of the constraints of the Pentagon, you can only wait until the Kree lead a large-scale invasion of the fleet and the World Security Council is established.
That's too slow.
Luke thought.
Even the president and the Pentagon treat 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 to use this marine civilization as external pressure to force those who are wary of him to take the initiative to open the heavy shackles on SHIELD's hands.
By the way, let politicians know the necessity of Superman's existence.
"The only problems that need to be solved next are Namor and Sebastian."
Luke thought as he led Rogers into the elevator.
"Steve, we are fighting side by side this time. Our first priority is to solve Atlantis."
Captain America put on the familiar Stars and Stripes uniform and carried the vibranium shield that he rarely left behind.
Luke discovers that both heroes and villains have strange fetishes.
For example, Thor, the god of thunder, particularly likes swinging hammers. Even after he got the storm axe, he still couldn't put it down for Mjolnir.
Neptune Namor never forgets the stolen golden trident.
Like the people above, even after Captain America entered semi-retirement, the vibranium shield was wiped every day and placed by the bedside when sleeping.
Get up early in the morning, open your eyes, and just one glance at Rogers will make you 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 into the large armchair in the director's office and adjusted his posture somewhat unaccustomedly.
This is much more comfortable than the sofa at home!
"Namor Mackenzie is indeed no match for me."
Luke nodded and admitted frankly.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that Aquaman has been beaten up by Superman no matter which set he is on.
Even without him, Namor would have been killed by a copycat version of Superman Hyperion during the major events of Secret Wars, and the entire country would have been wiped out by the Supreme Team.
It would be a much better end than now, just having the beloved golden trident taken away.
On the set next door, Superman even made the astonishing move of moving Atlantis to the Sahara Desert.
If Luke did the same, those blue-skinned people living under the sea would have to keep company with the Wakandans.
The two countries on earth, which are the most technologically advanced but also have backward systems and old ideas, will one day become neighbors, and some interesting stories should happen.
"But this is war."
Luke collected his thoughts and said seriously.
"Namor is not stupid enough to challenge me for a duel. He has experienced a tragic failure. I believe he has calmed down and no longer holds the stupid idea that Atlantis is the best in the world and mutants are invincible."
Rogers scratched his head and thought it made sense.
Atlantis is not Berlin. Superman can just fly there and hang Namor from 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.
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Boston, harbor.
Silver Fox, wearing a black leather jacket and short boots, stepped out of the taxi.
She is now a member of Task Force X, under the jurisdiction of S.H.I.E.L.D.
During this period of time, the team led by Wolverine and Sabre-toothed Tiger were 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, Task Force X has become a sharp knife for S.H.I.E.L.D.
And the results were outstanding, making the Pentagon generals very satisfied.
"You haven't seen me. Now, go back the way you came."
After Yinhu got out of the car, he 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 had paid the taxi driver for nothing, took out a note from his pocket.
Follow the address above to find the meeting place.
"you are 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 in the Boston Harbor was none other than the White Queen of the 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."
The White Queen crossed her arms and her voice became colder. (End of chapter)