It's been a rough day.
The president was sitting on pins and needles in the Oval Office.
The chief of staff advised him to hide in an underground air raid shelter to avoid the worst outcome and not even have time to escape.
"Your Excellency, we cannot place all our hopes on Major General Cavell."
he said.
"Then what else can we do? Should we ask for help from the British, or should we look for the red brown bear in Siberia? This is not World War III. There are no allies. They will only speak perfunctory diplomatic rhetoric while waiting quietly. The collapse of the United States!"
The president took off his glasses and rubbed the bridge of his red nose.
At this moment, he even wanted to imitate the dead head of state and curse "Fuck Fuck".
"I can only believe in Superman and create another miracle! At least Boston and Philadelphia have not fallen yet, and millions of citizens in New York are also waiting for news of victory."
Mr. President's voice revealed a hint of exhaustion, and he said seriously: "At this time, if there is news that the President has left the White House and hid in an underground bomb shelter, what will the people in New York think? People may not notice the escaping soldiers. But he will definitely despise the general who ran away!”
The chief of staff had nothing to say and could only remain silent.
Since the two atomic bombs were dropped and detonated, not only has the neon island nation suffered a serious psychological shadow, but the Soviet Union has also actively developed its nuclear industry.
There is no ambiguity about the Bald Eagle. The military has long established a secret force composed of helicopter pilots and ground crews at Olmsted Air Force Base in Pennsylvania.
They are on standby at any time and are responsible for the important task of rescuing the president and cabinet members after a nuclear attack on their homeland.
As long as the White House signals emergency rescue, this force will arrive as quickly as possible and then escort the president to the underground air raid shelter on Mount Weather.
"God bless!"
Mr. President looked out the window. There was no one on the green lawn.
Air raid sirens have been sounded to remind ordinary people in Washington, D.C., not to go out.
All this seems to take people back to World War II!
"Maybe worse than a world war."
Mr. President smiled wryly.
At least World War II did not really affect the local base camp of the United States. They were all fought on other people's territory.
But now, Atlantis's army might appear in Washington, D.C. soon.
Time passed slowly minute by minute, and the sound of the minute and second hands moving in the room was particularly clear.
The chief of staff sat back on the sofa with a tragic expression on his face, as if he was about to die for his country.
Jingle Bell! Jingle Bell!
The phone placed on the big desk suddenly made a sharp beep.
Mr. President's arm resting on the table visibly trembled.
He took a deep breath and picked up the vibrating microphone.
The chief of staff carefully observed the president's expression, hoping to see a glimmer of victory in the wrinkled, tired face.
The voice on the other end of the phone spoke so quickly that he couldn't hear the specific content.
"Secretary Nimitz."
The president looked calm and said with emphasis: "Please help me convey my sincere gratitude to Major General Cavell. He once again ended a war! He is a hero of the country!"
A rather short sentence, containing extremely strong emotions.
After putting down the phone, the president put his hands on the table.
His chest heaved and he breathed heavily.
After waiting for several minutes, the president calmed down his excitement, raised his head again, and said forcefully: "Convene a press conference to tell the people waiting for the news that we won!"
The chief of staff was stunned for a moment, making sure he heard correctly. He waved his arms vigorously and let out a gaffeful cheer.
"I'll do it right away! Your Excellency, President, which direction should you write your speech? Should it focus on the country's leadership decision-making and the effective cooperation of the military, or should it highlight... Major General Cavell?"
After taking a few minutes to sort out his emotions, the chief of staff asked hesitantly.
If Major General Cavell's achievements are highlighted, then there must be rewards.
How long after the end of World War II was he promoted to general
Such a promotion speed is simply incredible!
"Of course, I tell the people truthfully that Superman once again stopped this war and brought peace to everyone."
Mr. President thought for a moment and gave his answer.
While I was in office, it was always right to have a good relationship with that major general.
As for how to prevent Superman from having too much power, leave it to the next person in power.
"By the way, remember to contact Major General Cavell. He will be the representative for the negotiation meeting in two hours."
Mr. President warned.
Young people love to be in the limelight.
I believe Superman will be no exception.
The task of negotiating with Atlantis should be left entirely to the major general and S.H.I.E.L.D.
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"The land world has agreed to negotiate, and the location is set to be Liberty Island in the Hudson River."
Namor pressed his hands on the seat, helplessly accepting the cruel reality of losing the war.
News came from the royal city of Poseidonia that an explosion occurred in the trench above, burying one-third of the slum area outside the protective shield.
To make matters worse, the landmen have even more powerful weapons that they are preparing to release.
Unless Namor leads his army and returns to the city immediately to protect the crystal, he is likely to become a king who will subjugate his country.
Next, a new and troublesome question arises, that is, Superman may be waiting in the Atlantic Ocean, waiting for him to come to his door.
After careful consideration, Namor could only agree to the negotiation option.
In any case, this war cannot proceed for the time being.
He could only go back to the city to replenish his equipment and physical strength, and then consider issues such as protecting the crystal and leveling the opponent's military line.
"Damn bastard! How can a mere land man be so strong!?"
Namor cursed under his breath.
Thinking of seeing Superman later, there was a dull pain in his chest.
He originally decided to let the legion commander of the Hammerhead Shark tribe do it for him, but unfortunately the other party didn't have enough weight, and he might be at a disadvantage during the negotiation.
As for Mr. Xiao, who was a suitable candidate, he said that when he was doing multi-person sports at night and challenging his limits, he accidentally twisted his waist and found it difficult to take on the job.
"Fortunately, we still have the continental shelf seismic device. This is a bargaining chip... We need to get the golden trident back, otherwise the king's position will not be secure."
Namor made up his mind and cheered himself up.
After the last tragic failure, Superman left a deep and large shadow in his heart.
The innate abilities of awakened mutants, coupled with the royal blood of Atlantis.
Under the double reinforcement, Namor has almost never encountered an opponent and maintained a rare winning streak.
Until I met Superman—
Being hung up and beaten miserably!
The winning streak ends!
One fork pierces the chest!
A lucky escape!
The peak life of sitting on the throne and ruling the four seas took a sudden turn, turning into a complete tragedy.
"Let the legion commander bring enough warriors! We are just negotiating with the land people, not surrendering! We must let the other party see the powerful strength of Atlantis!"
Namor said solemnly.
The clerk in the chamber nodded in agreement.
Silently muttering in his heart, the base camp in the rear was almost captured. Isn't this surrender
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Two hours later, Hudson River, Liberty Island.
A huge ship like a sea dragon docked at Liberty Island, the exclusive flagship of the King of Atlantis.
The Hammerhead Shark Legion is strong and powerful, and the Royal Guards are fierce, guarding Namor wearing the crown, as if they are the victors.
On the other hand, the U.S. military only had the Atlantic Fleet lined up in a row, which had withdrawn to the mainland, and a group of senior Navy officials who looked shocked.
Where have they ever seen such a big scene!
The blue-skinned Atlanteans ride on ferocious four-legged sea beasts, exuding a fierce aura.
The huge ship, as strong as a fortress, casts a shadowy silhouette that blocks the sun, like a sleeping sea dragon.
"Where is Major General Cavell? Isn't he here yet?"
Nimitz of the Admiralty asked quietly.
At this moment, only Superman can calm the situation!
"Probably still on the way."
Another general replied.
"The land people, the great lord of the seven seas, the ruler of the four oceans, the king of Atlantis asks you, who is the negotiator of the land world?"
The leader of the Shark Head Corps asked in a stiff tone.
Senior officials of the Navy looked at me and I looked at you, expressing that they did not know how to answer.
"The negotiator is..."
Nimitz stood up and was interrupted by a burst of commotion before he could finish speaking.
He followed the crowd's exclamations and looked in the direction of Upper New York Bay.
A figure appears!
It's Superman!
"Major General Cavell is..."
Nimitz was puzzled.
He saw the young major general, holding a golden trident, stepping on the river in the air.
Wow!
The water is rippling!
Like an invisible force, the rushing Hudson River is forcibly divided.
A straight passage suddenly appeared!
The bright sunshine cast down, like a layer of golden light covering Luke's body.
Coupled with this scene, it was like a perfect reproduction of a biblical allusion, making him look like a god descending to earth! (End of chapter)