Luke's personal proposal to develop SHIELD and HYDRA as a family and build a community with a shared future for mankind has been put on hold for the time being.
For such an important decision, Dr. Zola has no say, and the leaders hiding in the dark must nod and agree.
He originally belonged to the Red Skull's faction, but the remaining forces had long been divided up by SHIELD and Hydra, and basically nothing was left.
So, Dr. Zola said before.
He quit the organization and turned to the bright side. Now he just wants to be a good person.
To a certain extent, it is also true.
After all, the boss ran away to outer space, the Third Reich was almost dead, and he didn’t even have many subordinates who were obedient and did things well.
When life is so miserable, why should you be a hydra
The right path is to follow S.H.I.E.L.D. and hold onto Superman's thigh.
"General Cavill, I have no objections to the formation of Snake...Snake Shield."
Dr. Zola, who understood Luke's thoughts, seemed to have turned around and nodded decisively: "I also believe that you are definitely a better leader than the Red Skull."
"If SHIELD needs it, I can immediately provide the location of Baron Strucker, who is also one of the leaders of Hydra."
"Other leaders, such as Madam Viper, are far away in the Neon Island Kingdom. Whitehall's whereabouts have always been secretive and difficult to find. I may not be able to help."
"Moreover, Baron Strucker just contacted me not long ago. He has secret dealings with Atlantis and the Hellfire Club."
"It is very possible that he is also one of the masterminds behind this war!"
Dr. Zola is worthy of being an old Hydra who has both sides. He sells out his teammates without hesitation.
They are not a faction anyway and have little friendship with each other.
"I will take a trip to Moscow in the future. If I meet Baron Strucker, I will have an in-depth conversation with him to discuss the merger plan of Serpentine and Shield."
Luke smiled kindly.
He didn't think the other party would refuse his request.
"The Baron is a smart man, and I believe he will definitely be willing to make his due contribution to jointly building a better future for mankind."
Dr. Zola quickly agreed.
It's not without reason that this pudgy scientist can stay with the Red Skull for so long and sit in a high-level position.
At least this ability to observe people's emotions is not much worse than that of Luke's former number one dog licker, Alessandro Cosa.
"Dr. Zola, today's conversation..."
After talking about business, Luke stood up and picked up the glass of red wine on the table again.
"Mr. Major General came to me just to discuss the transformation plan of Woden Blood. Other than that, there is nothing else."
Dr. Zola smiled and looked very polite.
"Well, cheers."
Luke nodded with satisfaction.
Director S.H.I.E.L.D. successfully bought a stake in Hydra and established the Serpentine Shield Bureau, which has taken the first step.
With Dr. Zola as a recommendation, I believe that the head that originally belonged to the Red Skull will grow back soon.
"Uh, cheers!"
Dr. Zola raised his wine glass and said with a smile.
He subconsciously wanted to shout "Long live Hydra".
Considering that he had turned from darkness to light and came ashore with a clear conscience, he swallowed it back forcefully.
"Long live Hydra. We will be in the same camp from now on."
Luke seemed to have seen through Dr. Zola's heart and directly said this famous line.
The latter was stunned for a moment and quickly shouted: "Long live Hydra!"
In Director SHIELD's office, the two of them clinked glasses with each other, and the scarlet wine sloshed around causing ripples.
[Side mission: The arrival of a new era, the rebirth of Hydra!]
[Requirement: Be the only leader.]
[Reward: Unlock the Kryptonian spaceship]
Glancing at the updated task list, Luke smiled.
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a week later.
Numerous cities along the Atlantic coast.
For example, Boston, Philadelphia, Miami and New York were attacked by the Atlantean fleet.
This is a sign of war!
The group of blue-skinned undersea people who gathered, either riding huge marine creatures or driving fusiform spaceships, began to head towards the land.
"Major General Cavell, what are your plans?"
In the Oval Office of the White House, the President couldn't stand the public opinion outside and the pressure of going to war, so he had to ask Luke for help.
Apart from Major General Cavill, who had created countless miracles, he didn't know who else to trust.
During this time, the Admiralty tried to contact the Atlantis army, and several small-scale conflicts broke out between the two sides.
Each time it ended in miserably failure.
Facts have proved that it is almost impossible for the aircraft carrier fleet to defeat Atlantis in the Atlantic waters.
Even if bombers are dispatched to suppress fire, the effect is not very great.
The Atlanteans were able to dive quickly when they saw something was wrong.
Their high-pressure water cannons are incredibly powerful, and the solid fortress they built has its own defensive water film that even torpedoes cannot break.
Unless the White House can make up its mind to drop an atomic bomb again.
Otherwise, the situation in the next war will not be optimistic.
"Your Excellency, there is no need to panic."
Luke was the first to offer words of comfort.
After not seeing each other for many days, the president, who has been in office for less than a year, looks very haggard.
In order to reduce casualties, the National Guard has been evacuating residents from cities near the Atlantic coastline.
This approach has caused dissatisfaction among many people.
The surging public opinion pressure from the outside world is like boiling water.
Americans, who had just experienced a war, had no intention of going to war, so they naturally complained a lot.
There was a huge quarrel among the lawmakers on Capitol Hill. The war faction and the peace faction met every day and always asked whether the other party's parents were alive.
As for the Pentagon, some people have proposed dropping a few atomic bombs to clear the ground.
It can be seen that this upcoming war will put a lot of pressure on Bald Eagle, who likes to use military hegemony to coerce other countries in the future.
"Major General Cavell, I can't keep calm! As Secretary Nimitz of the Navy Department said, if he knew where those blue-skinned guys were, he would drop a bunch of atomic bombs immediately!"
The president smiled bitterly and said he couldn't calm down.
He hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. When he closed his eyes, he could see Atlanteans breaking into the White House and hanging himself on a street lamp pole - that seemed to be a French tradition.
"With all due respect, the atomic bomb probably won't solve the problem."
Luke punctured the president's last fantasy and said in a deep voice: "The royal city of Atlantis, Poseidonia, may be under the tens of thousands of meters of ocean trench, and the shock wave caused by the explosion should not harm them."
"That's really good news."
The president, who took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose, was speechless.
If even the atomic bomb doesn't work, what chance does the federal government have of winning
"S.H.I.E.L.D. has not been idle these days. We have sent hundreds of agents active throughout Boston and Philadelphia to collect intelligence information on Atlantis."
Seeing that the president's mentality was about to explode, Luke said at the right time: "The submarine people's tactics should be to prepare to build fortresses along the coastline to form a solid defensive front and offensive camp."
"The Atlanteans were actually unable to adapt to life on land. They could breathe underwater, but they could not stay in human cities continuously."
"Every once in a while, their troops will return to the fortress on the coastline to replenish weapons and water." (End of Chapter)