Chapter 162 | The Continental Shelf Oscillator, Namor Miserably Robbed of His Home (I)

Four hundred meters below the Atlantic Ocean, the ubiquitous darkness and gloom surround the nuclear submarine named 'Nautilus.'

"Should be here."

Howard stayed in the command module, where he was uncomfortable in the confined space.

He felt it was a little difficult to breathe, and he couldn't catch his breath.

Had it not been for Luke's request and his strong impulse to operate the 'Nautilus' himself, Howard would certainly not have participated in such a dangerous operation.

He turned his head and covered his chest, and said, "Hey, kid, the next step is all up to you."

A thin black boy nodded vigorously and assured, "I have been able to fully adapt to the high intensity of the water pressure while still having the ability to breathe like a fish."

He is a mutant, nicknamed 'Darwin,' with the rare gift of automatically mutating his powers to suit the external environment.

As early as a few months ago, S.H.I.E.L.D recruited the other party.

Originally, he was designated as a special talent and was temporarily housed and nurtured.

They didn't expect him to come in handy so soon.

"Luke said that Atlantis is a huge island, hidden deep in the trench, and can be found only by following those glowing deep-sea creatures."

Howard put on Darwin's diving suit and told him, "Find the exact position, float back to the submarine, and then your task will be completed."

"Understood."

Without fear, the boy grinned, "I don't want to be ruled by a bunch of blue-skinned underwater people!"

"Thanks to Hydra and Red Skull."

After dropping Darwin out, Howard temporarily left the command module and went to the bow section.

This was the torpedo room, which contained four Valkyrie missiles.

Luke successfully stopped Red Skull's plan to destroy the world and brought back the plane to New York.

The dozens of Valkyrie missiles on board were, naturally, confiscated by the Strategic Science Reserve.

Later, it was reorganized into S.H.I.E.L.D. These powerful killers weren't handed over to the military.

"Surprise delivery for Atlantis -- Luke is such a crazy guy."

Howard covered his chest and took a deep breath.

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"Major General, you know how to use all the resources at your disposal."

Looking at the Atlantic Ocean and seeing the Nautilus and Howard, the Ancient One guessed what would happen next.

As the most important weapon in Red Skull's plan to destroy the world, the Valkyrie missiles were so powerful that they could erase half a city in an instant.

Its core came from the infinite energy extracted from the Tesseract, enough to break Atlantis' barriers.

The Ancient One felt that everything was in Luke's plan.

When both sides had the means to destroy a base camp directly, the war would change from military tactics to pulling back and forth at the negotiating table.

Even if Namor was crazy, he had to consider the lives of the many Atlanteans.

The title of King is meaningless without the people who accepted his rule.

"Major General, if you do this and drop four Valkyrie missiles, Namor will be angry. As a result, Atlantis and the land world will have an insoluble blood feud from now on."

"More seriously, the violent explosion will release light and heat radiation, heating the surrounding seawater and destroying the ecosystem of the seafloor, which will result in countless casualties."

"The resulting shock wave will directly trigger an underwater earthquake and set off a huge tsunami, endangering coastal cities."

The Ancient One's eyes looked gloomy, and her arms crossed together.

The Eye of Agamotto hanging on her chest opened quietly, emitting a bright green light.

The elusive flow of time resembles a woven emerald ring.

Luke's furrowed brow, then relaxed.

The Sorcerer Supreme wasn't hostile; she just wanted to see for herself the serious consequences that could result from dropping the Valkyrie missiles.

Like being dragged into the long river of time, countless future branches extend before her.

The chaotic picture was like a fleeting glimpse of light.

"I just want Namor to sit at the negotiating table calmly, that's all. Master Ancient One, you don't have to go to so much trouble."

Luke looked at the Sorcerer Supreme, who brought out the Time Stone, and smiled, "Sometimes the power of words is rather thin, so to gain the respect of others, you must first show your powerful strength."

The Ancient One frowned slightly and whispered, "Actions are more convincing than words, and fists are more calming than reason."

"But intuition tells me that you might do that, Major General -- if Namor succeeds in angering you."

Luke looked serious and said, "How is that possible? I'm not a crazy bastard who resents humanity."

The Sorcerer Supreme doubted this.

Namor lost his mind and wanted to conquer the land.

The young Major General standing in front of her definitely wouldn't mind dropping a few Valkyrie missiles down, allowing Atlantis to experience the horrors and trauma of the Japanese.

Never measure one's own heroic standards for others. There would be a high probability that one would be disappointed.

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