Namor returned to the Sea Dragon Flagship and leaned on the chair in the meeting hall.
He raised a hand to support his chin, his expression gloomy.
The King of Atlantis, who thought he was humiliated and threatened, left Liberty Island before the negotiations were concluded.
He has assigned specific tasks to everyone in the delegation.
Anyway, neither the land world nor the people of Atlantis seemed to take the king seriously.
Rather than continue to stay there and endure the oppression of Superman, it would be more comfortable to return to the flagship.
"He is obviously an ambitious man who wants to get more benefits from Atlantis, but he packages himself as a messenger of peace. How ridiculous!"
Out of Superman's sight, Namor was finally able to speak his mind out loud.
He stepped back, vented his negative emotions, and then began to face the problem to be solved.
Superman doesn't have much time for himself.
Within forty-eight hours.
Either hand over Sebastian Xiao; or choose to restart the war.
If the outcome of the negotiations favors the latter, the major general who calls himself a pacifist will definitely use nuclear weapons without hesitation to completely destroy the royal city of Poseidonia.
On one side are the lives of the tribe, on the other are fellow mutants.
Namor was in a dilemma, and his heart was tangled.
But what concerned him more was Superman's mention of the word "war criminal."
This is a serious accusation!
Although Namor has a bad mind, he doesn't have a good impression of executioners and butchers - even though he sometimes makes guest appearances in these two roles.
A villain with a low moral bottom line may not be willing to be friends with another person.
It's like many times, everyone doesn't like nosy guys.
But when I run into trouble, I desperately hope that someone will come forward.
Therefore, human beings are very complex and contradictory creatures.
Namor is even more complicated.
He is both human, Atlantean, and mutant.
It can be called a fighter among hybrids!
However, apart from having a strong body, this guy has no other advantages.
To a certain extent, it is an example of genetic inheritance failure.
"I have to talk to Mr. Xiao."
Namor frowned, not knowing what to do.
After a failed battle, a failed war.
Many people in Atlantis have quite a few complaints about themselves.
If Namor insists on protecting Sebastian Xiao, it may cause a violent backlash.
By then, it's hard to say whether he can continue to hold the position of king.
"Hypocritical guy! What a pacifist, it's nothing more than a high-sounding lie!"
Namor felt that Superman deliberately proposed to solve the mutant problem, and then used the name of dealing with Sebastian Shaw to detonate the internal conflicts in Atlantis.
"The members of the delegation are too short-sighted. They can only see the first level of intentions, and are completely unaware of Superman's sinister intentions."
Namor, who thought he was standing on the fifth floor, became increasingly frightened by Superman's city.
This is a formidable opponent!
He thought so.
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Liberty Island, meeting room.
When the representatives from both sides dispersed, Luke and Navy Secretary Nimitz were sitting beside the long oval desk.
The two had a tacit understanding and stayed here specifically to exchange opinions.
They all know that this negotiation is far from over.
On the one hand, Namor did not give a direct answer; on the other hand, it was the specific attitude of the land world.
As a marine civilization and a prehistoric civilization, Atlantis has extraordinary heritage and strength.
When this name spreads throughout the world, all countries on the land will pay close attention and be vigilant.
Luke has heard that the British have begun to restart the "Blood of Woden" research plan, but the progress is slow.
In order to ensure the success rate and survival time of the receptors, they gave up the "battleship grade" and instead developed various types of "tank grade".
Stephanie, who has assisted Luke in the past, is considering whether to do a lower-profile version again.
For example, "armored vehicle level"
Super soldiers that can be mass-produced are far more cost-effective than high-end combat capabilities.
The Soviet Union continued to vigorously develop its nuclear industry, cultivate mushrooms, and respond to various threats from the outside world.
Maozi's brain circuit is very simple.
There is no problem that a nuclear bomb cannot solve!
Not enough
Then have another one!
Anyway, hard work can produce miracles!
That's the simple idea of a furry bear.
Caliber is justice, and equivalence is truth.
"Convening a peace summit... Major General Cavell wants to drag in all the countries in the world to form an alliance front?"
Nimitz thought for a moment and asked curiously.
The White House did not reveal such meaning, and it can only be explained as Luke's personal thoughts.
This major general is really bold. Now he skips the president and makes a decision directly.
I don't care at all whether I will be held accountable afterwards.
This is probably Superman’s confidence!
"Atlantis has a vast territory, and all waters on the earth are theoretically considered their territory."
Luke nodded, tapped his fingers on the table a few times, and said calmly: "We have temporarily won the victory and won the opportunity to sit at the negotiating table, but there is no way to expand the results of the victory."
"On the one hand, destroying the royal city of Poseidonia is the last resort and cannot solve the fundamental problem. Because Atlantis is a marine civilization, we cannot achieve the purpose of plundering resources by occupying land."
"On the other hand, a single country in the land world cannot put enough pressure on the people under the sea."
"So what we have to do is to win over more allies—such as the British, the Soviets, and... the Spear Bureau."
"They are also interested in Atlantis, they are just waiting for an opportunity, or an excuse, to enter."
Nimitz believed deeply. Through several contact battles and landing battles, he also saw the technological level of Atlantis.
At this time, we still need to reach a consensus with other countries and be consistent with the outside world.
"Then what if Namor Mackenzie, that... young man who doesn't look like a king at all, is determined to protect Sebastian Shaw..."
the Secretary of the Navy asked hesitantly.
The Pentagon doesn't want to see war coming.
Especially when facing a prehistoric civilization with strong military power like Atlantis.
"Don't worry, it will be difficult for the war to start again."
Luke looked confident, the Atlanteans would not fool around with Namor.
They and the mutants are not compatriots, so there is no need to risk the resumption of war by rejecting his request.
If Namor insists on insisting, it is likely to cause resistance from the tribe.
At that time, impure blood, losing the golden trident, starting wars without authorization and dragging the country into the quagmire... these problems will all break out at once.
If Atlantis had been replaced by France, the Revolution would have broken out long ago and Namor would have been guillotined.
"Put the peace summit and mutant-related matters on the agenda as soon as possible. As for the White House, I will personally explain it to the president."
Facing Nimitz, whose military rank is general, Luke, who is slightly lower than two ranks, is more like the one giving orders.
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"War criminal? No, this is a crime! It is slander and slander!"
In the reception room, Sebastian looked at Namor who was expressionless. He didn't show any panic at all, but instead made a sad expression as if he couldn't bear to look back on the past.
"I did do things for the Third Reich. This is an indelible shadow in my life. But it was not my intention. During World War II, Germany was under the rule of the Führer, and no one dared to resist. The SS and the Gestapo.”
"Namo, you know, I am a scientist. The Führer took a fancy to my talent and ordered me to run the concentration camp. I tried to refuse, but they put a gun to my head and said they wanted me to see my own Brain…”
"At that time, I had not yet awakened the innate abilities of mutants. So, I gave in! I often regretted the decision I made and was so ashamed!"
Namor, who was originally doubtful, began to waver in his heart.
Sebastian Xiao's words are half truth and half false, making it difficult to tell the difference.
Coupled with the clear and complex emotions such as guilt, sadness, and regret in his eyes, it was normal to deceive the mindless Namor.
It can only be said that Sebastian Xiao is worthy of being the black king of the Hellfire Club.
If a good actor who was delayed by his mutant status entered Hollywood, he would probably owe him several Oscars.
"My hands may have been stained with the blood of some innocent people, but I have never killed or tortured any prisoner held in a concentration camp!"
Sebastian raised his voice, looked calmly, and said loudly: "I have my own moral bottom line. Regarding life, regardless of skin color or race, they are all unique individuals worthy of respect!"
Namor couldn't help but lower his head, as if he was sorry for his unreasonable suspicion.
"Your Majesty, the land people are not worthy of belief. Most of the crimes they accuse are actually committed by others and framed on my head."
Sebastian took his time and said calmly: "Just imagine, if I were really a cold-blooded butcher and an inhumane executioner, how could I gain the support of my fellow mutants?"
Namor was silent for a moment. Due to psychological suggestion, he chose to believe Mr. Xiao's excuse.
His mind and subconscious, subject to tampering and guidance, will actively lean towards the mutants no matter what.
This is also the tricky part for psychics.
Unless the magic resistance is extremely high and comes with mental immunity.
Otherwise, anyone who encounters the White Queen or the Bald Professor will have a headache.
"Then what should we do next, Mr. Xiao?"
Namor was at a loss, sacrificing Atlantis to save mutants
If he did this, the dissatisfied tribesmen might unite with the land world and remove him from the position of king.
"My thoughts remain unchanged, Your Majesty."
Sebastian said solemnly: "Everything obtained at the negotiation table is determined by the winner of the war."
"If you want to gain peace, you must first show strength. There is a superman in the land world. Although we are unwilling to admit it, the other party is indeed a huge trouble that cannot be solved!"
"The only way is to use planet-level weapons to destroy the land world."
"Make Superman lose his mind, let him step into our trap, and then use the continental shelf shock absorber to completely bury the opponent."
"Since this weapon can eliminate the outliers of the Lemurian civilization, there is no reason why it cannot kill Superman!"
Seeing Namor's hesitation, Sebastian's eyes flashed with contempt, and he continued to add fuel to the fire: "Your Majesty, think about it carefully, will the people of Atlantis accept a king who has failed repeatedly?"
"Superman has taken away everything from you, the trident, the symbol of royal power, the respect and glory you deserve!"
"He is regarded as a hero and a god in the land world! But you can only become an insignificant defeat in the opponent's glorious record!"
"Can you accept this ending?"
Namor breathed a little heavier. Listening to Sebastian's inflammatory tirade, memories deep in his heart came to him.
He seemed to be back in those days in the slums, when the eyes of his groveling tribesmen, who should obviously respect him, were full of alienation and indifference.
The difference in skin color makes Namor feel like an alien and is rejected by others.
Every Atlantean except his mother saw him as a monster.
"I can only believe you, Mr. Xiao."
Putting aside the last thought of struggle, Namor said calmly: "I can be a loser, but I can never lose my crown and go back to my old life!"
"Very good! To achieve great things, you must know how to sacrifice some people."
Sebastian patted Namor on the shoulder and praised: "While Atlantis and the land world are still negotiating, let's take out the ultimate weapon."
"Would you like to call someone else?"
Namor asked.
"There are some people in the club who are not firm enough in their stance. In order to ensure that the news is not leaked, it's just the two of us!"
Sebastian said solemnly. (End of chapter)