Chapter 199: Variety
Sea King Namor is the name of this young man.
He is a hybrid of Atlantis and humans, which makes his skin appear slightly blue, because Atlantis are light blue skin, like some kind of aquatic animal.
But he also inherited part of it, that is, his elf-like pointed ears.
His father was originally the captain of an ocean freighter and accidentally rescued the Queen of Atlantis who was trapped in a fishing net, who was Namor’s mother.
They fell in love, and then there was Namor.
But the Atlanteans quickly found their queen. They thought that humans had kidnapped her, so they killed Namor's father.
The queen has no way to explain. The status of the queen prevents him from telling the fact that he is in love with humans. She can only take Namor back to Atlantis and let him live there.
But because of Namor’s unique skin color, he suffered discrimination since he was a child. He blamed everything on his human father. If it weren’t for him, he wouldn’t have such a skin color.
Maybe the pressure of the deep sea is relatively high, and Atlantis will never see the sun.
Everything around made him very paranoid. He hated all human beings and regarded himself completely as an Atlantis. After his mother died, he had to use violence to inherit the throne. This dark reality made him even more paranoid.
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Actually, this is because of the issue of descent. He has long expected that it would make him crazy in the water or on land, and he still doesn't know this. He has lived underwater for decades.
If you compare him with Arthur next door, although both are Sea Kings, there are many differences in ability.
Arthur's power is 1500 times that of ordinary humans, super defensive power is invulnerable, he has a set of sophisticated armor, and a few followers, his attitude towards humans and undersea people is impartial.
Sometimes people have difficulties, and Arthur will give them fish to eat.
But just like the Sea Queen that Su Ming had dealt with before, he was too impulsive, and lack of brain was his biggest weakness.
And the upper limit of Namor's power is about 250 tons. Most of the time, he will use trident or long sword when he is shirtless or wearing a leather vest, but more often he fights with his hands.
He has no attendants, and he doesn't like people on land. He can control marine life and tsunamis directly through his mind. Most of the time when he was crazy, he was irrational before defeating him. He was a powerful lunatic, and the key was that he could fly.
He has a pair of small wings on his ankles that are similar to those of a dove. That thing makes him fly at a speed of about 65 miles per hour.
is not fast, but it can fly, which is very unfriendly to the death knell.
If it were a story in a comic, Namor would mistakenly believe that the person who killed his people was an American, and came to New York to launch a flood of revenge, and finally turn the enemy into a friend to save the world.
But things are not right now, because the time of the story is not right, and many things are specious. There are too many forces involved, and the complexity must be even higher.
Su Ming has ordered all factories and offices under the company to prepare for flood prevention. Once a tsunami occurs, evacuation measures must be strictly implemented in accordance with the plan.
But he cannot confirm the exact time when the tsunami will happen, or even if it will happen.
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A German Z-class destroyer is driving on the Atlantic Ocean. They approached the Bermuda waters in the storm.
This is a very famous mysterious sea, and recent intelligence has confirmed that there are signs of Atlanteans nearby.
The navy flag of the Third Reich was hung on the ship, and dark waves rose high and stained the red, black and white fabric.
At a high place, the watchman is always on guard for possible American warships, while the sailors on the back deck are struggling to load the improved depth charge onto the catapult.
As the ship reached the predetermined position, huge bombs were dropped into the water, and white water columns tens of meters high appeared one by one on the deep blue sea. In the water column, there was still blue electric light.
The bombing lasted for nearly half an hour. They lost all the bombs they carried, and then the captain ordered the trawl to be dropped and returned to the waters they had just sailed through.
"It's disgusting, are we doing this right? I mean, they seem to be civilians."
In the beginning, it was indeed a warship with a fishing boat, but it was very close to the United States. Once the fishing boat was found, it was difficult to escape. Later, Moustache specially modified a group of destroyers to do this work.
As the fishing nets were gradually pulled off the surface of the water under the traction of the robotic arm, the rushing water rushed back to the surface, and the soldiers manipulating the machines also took the opportunity to whisper to their comrades.
They joined the Imperial Navy to defeat the British and avenge the High Seas Fleet, but the Führer sent them to commit mass murder.
The fishing nets are getting higher and higher. He looks at the blue corpses in the nets. Among them, the more complete ones can be distinguished by gender. Those blue-skinned women have the same features as humans, and even shells are worn on their necks and earlobes. The small jewellery made is lying quietly among the fishes picked up together.
Except for their skin color, they are just civilians just like their wives at home.
The sergeant next to patted him: "Keep it down, if the Gestapo hears it, we will be finished."
"Don't worry, sir, those few people won't come to the deck with such big wind and rain." Although the young man said so, he glanced carefully at the entrance of the bottom cabin: "And I don't think they are Gestapo. , But Hydra..."
The sergeant took over the next job, carried these corpses out, put them in the warehouse, and kept them frozen like fish: "Okay, no matter what these corpses are, our scientists need them, and we are soldiers and obey orders. "
The ship shook violently, and the two tried their best to stabilize their steps. The sea seemed to be angry, and the dark sky seemed to crush everything.
"Yes! But the power of these depth charges is really great. I saw them emitting blue light in the ammunition depot in the middle of the night last night. Will this be popular in the fleet in the future?"
"Maybe these blue-skinned people are the source of blue light, but we don't need to think so much, Germany is above all else."
"Germany is high...Wait, God, what is that?!"
Amidst the horrified shouts of the young people, they saw a huge wave tens of meters high from the bow of the ship, and above it, a naked man was stepping on the wave and swooping towards them. .
The sea and waves supported him, like a dark blue horse. This scene full of destruction made everyone unable to stop breathing.
Although the distance is far away, the rain and the waves block the line of sight, but even so, it seems that the person is full of anger and madness, and his eyes are fixed on the ship.
The huge wave almost overturned the destroyer, but the German military industry was the guarantee of quality, but the subsequent loud noise made many people ran on the deck, staring at the scene before them in shock.
The loud noise was the black-haired youth jumping on their boat.
There was water flowing on his face, but he couldn't tell whether it was rain, sea or tears. He stood firmly at the front of the deck. He didn't even care about other people's reactions, but rushed to the freezing tank for the first time. The blue-skinned people inside.
are dead, they are all dead, almost all of them are dead, and their twisted limbs describe their pain in life.
"So many..." He whispered in a trembling voice, panting violently, and then turned his gaze to the people on the boat: "Human! You are all going to die!!!"
"Shoot!" Seeing the other side's inhuman performance, only the older captain calmed down quickly.
Countless bullets hit the man’s body, but he was unharmed, all the bullets fell directly to the ground, he raised his fist and rushed towards the people quickly.
"It doesn't work, Captain!"
"Use anti-aircraft guns!"
"The shell was bounced off!"
The sailors used various weapons on the ship, even whaling forks and bazookas, but all attacks were completely ineffective.
These indiscriminate bombings had no other effect except to scorch the deck. The young man was still charging.
"Blood debt is paid for by blood!!!"
Namor vented his anger, tearing all the humans in the way into several pieces or throwing them into the sea. He had gathered a lot of sharks around him, and he was waiting for a full meal.
These human beings are too weak, how dare they proactively challenge the majesty of Atlantis?
Namo is so powerful and invulnerable, he launched an anti-slaughter of these people.
He didn't fly, but chose to torture these people slowly with his bare hands, so that they could feel the pain of being squeezed by the sea before their death.
slowly and tragically.
Until a group of people wearing black fur coats blocked him from enjoying, he originally wanted to rush up, but a strange weapon in these people's hands helped him dispel his thoughts.
"Hydra, fire."
The officer headed in the black leather jacket calmly ordered his expression. He stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and he looked at Namor not far away with expressionless expression.
His voice did not spread far in the rain, but the next second, everything around him was surrounded by blue light.
The dark sky, the scorched deck, and the horrified faces of the sailors all seemed to turn blue in an instant.
A beam of light accurately hit Namor’s upper body, slapped him out like a ball, and slid out a large section on the rainy deck.
"Damn human!"
Namo struggled, his chest was scorched black, and his flesh cracked like a trench, revealing the bones inside.
This terrible weapon hurt him, and he felt his weakness and pain for the first time. This made him even more angry, but he could hardly move.
The anger in his heart cannot affect the real world, and without preparation, he can't immediately launch huge waves or giant marine creatures.
The officer headed by moved his chin, sighed indifferently, and raised a hand wearing a blue leather glove.
"A close volley, I want to live."
The black leather jackets carried equipment like milk cans, and they approached Namor while shooting. He tried to dodge, but was soon surrounded.
Intensive shots hit Namor's head. More than a dozen heavy blows in different directions made his head almost torn off his neck. In the end, his facial features fainted.
"Send to the freezing chamber below. This sample is very valuable." The blond officer wiped the rain off his face, rubbed the back of his blue gloved hand against his cheek, but soon his blue eyes went crazy. The light gradually extinguished and calmness was restored.
is like the sea all around.
Originally they were a squad sent to New York to secretly capture the torchmen. They planned to take a boat to the offshore area and then transfer to a submarine to land in the United States, but now... it seems that this prey can complete the mission.
The torchbearer triggered the craze for synthetics. Germany thought of using Atlantis, and now he has caught a good-looking hybrid. This is the finished product. The task is completed, and perhaps even the process of scientist experiments is saved.
"Captain, ready to return, I will ask the head of state for you." The blond man smiled at the captain, looking full of aristocracy.
"Thank you for your appreciation, Major General." The captain touched his gray beard and wiped off the rain from his face. There were still water drops on his beard.
He first thanked him politely, and then shouted loudly for the sailors to tie the Namor five flowers ~www.NovelMTL.com~ to assist the black leather jackets to deal with, then he returned to the bridge to give instructions.
Although the blond man is the identity of the Hydra, his military rank is higher than that of the captain, and he also has the secret warrant of the headquarters. He is the highest command of the operation.
"No thanks, we all serve the head of state."
The blond man turned around with a smile, his men helped him open the hatch, and he walked slowly to the lower compartment.
He stood inside the door and smiled at the dark unknown place. Then he stretched out his index and middle fingers on the handrails of the stairs, like a blue man walking, letting it go down with himself.
He is smiling like a child. When the finger man can't keep up with him, he will stop and wait patiently.
The operation has changed. He needs to contact the country, but is it not urgent?
The head of state actually didn't want Hydra to know about this. Originally, this was the task of the little glasses, but within the National Social Party, is there anything that can escape the infiltration of Hydra?
As long as some benefits are exchanged, such as the quota for the use of X compound, Hydra can easily enter the Synthetic Plan.
The blond man returned to his cabin, took off his black leather coat and seawater-stained military cap, and adjusted his appearance. After that, he sat straight in front of the telegraph machine.
They have a telegraph machine that does not require typing. They can convert the voice into cipher text and send it back to China by speaking.
He cleared his throat, slender fingers wearing blue gloves pressed the switch of the secret report machine, and began to tell the message. Of course, as a qualified imperial nobleman, the greeting at the end is also essential.
With a simple smile on his face, he gently closed his eyes and said the honorable name.
"Long live the Hydra."
