"Major General, you have worked hard."

  When Luke pushed the door in and stepped on the blue carpet in the oval office, the President's face was filled with a kind smile.

  The intimate greeting, as if Luke is his own son, reveals a doting father-like tone.

  A few hours earlier, the young man with the title of S.H.I.E.L.D. Director, and Major General of the Army, pushed two damaged carriers back to the large dock at Norfolk Naval Base with his bare hands.

  The scene was spectacular!

  The sailors who witnessed it called it a miracle!

  Before that, no one had ever thought that a flesh and blood body could move an aircraft carrier weighing tens of thousands of tons.

  It's like an ant trying to push a big tree, an impossible fantasy.

  Captain Bullock, who has always been famous for his composure, was stunned. If the Allies have such super-soldiers, how did those bastards in the Axis survive?

  The massive starrier and the small figure formed a huge contrast. Thus, creating a sense of power, causing everyone to hold their breath and were too afraid to make a sound.

  It was not until the USS Lincoln was in motion that the enthusiastic cheers and applause broke out.

  Afterward, Nimitz, the Navy commander, heard the news and joked that there was no need for the country to invest huge sums of money each year in nuclear energy research and engage in a covert competition with the Soviets.

  Compared with the atomic bomb, Superman, who can strike accurately and cause extensive damage, is more suitable as a strategic weapon with deterrent power.

  The President agreed with this.

  Unfortunately for him, the launch button for Superman, unlike the atomic bomb, wasn't in his own hands.

  "I only made a modest contribution."

  Luke said a few words and walked over to his desk.

  After beating Namor hard and pushing the aircraft carrier by hand, his reputation rose slightly.

  It's easier to make a big splash than to keep a low profile.

  Colonel Philips hired a private photographer for him, for the scene of pushing the aircraft carrier. Later, it was the USS Stennis' turn, so they took a lot of pictures.

  By tomorrow morning, Luke will be dominating all the headlines in the New York papers.

  "The threat from Atlantis doesn't end there. Namor McKenzie holds a certain amount of hatred towards humans."

  Instead of squeezing into the large sofa occupied by the Pentagon Generals, the Major General pulled out a high-backed chair and sat down.

  For Superman, the amount of exercise to push the aircraft carrier with bare hands was almost equal to the average person's twenty bench presses.

  He still felt a little tired.

  "Major General Cavill, are you warning us to be prepared for war?"

  The President looked solemn, pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and whispered, "What should the Pentagon do next?"

  The red bear on the Siberian plains was already causing enough headaches.

  The emergence of an ancient Atlantean civilization is a disaster!

  Although it is said that the 21st-century bald-headed eagle liked to stir up trouble and intervene in other countries' politics through the threat of force.

  However, that is based on their own military strength and overseas branch operations everywhere.

  The world landscape is now gradually shifting to two poles.

  The prologue of the Cold War has begun to take shape.

  There was still a long way to go before the age of dominance of a single country and a superpower.

  "I am just an ordinary General who hasn't mentioned anything. For such professional questions, the President should ask the Generals here."

  Luke made a modest expression and waved his hand,

  "They are all experienced and outstanding Generals who have experienced World War I and World War II and have a profound understanding of the situation of the war and the various tactics of the air, land, and sea. How is it my turn to express my views? "

  The President, who was holding his forehead in his hand, took a deep breath; he didn't know what to say.

  He had to turn his attention to the Generals from the Pentagon, who were all silent, with no sign of their high intensity from the quarrel earlier.

  They don't even know the exact location of Atlantis, let alone how to fight it.

  No matter how much money was invested in the aircraft carrier budget, it would be vain to encounter Atlantis, a marine civilization.

  "Major General Cavill, S.H.I.E.L.D has a certain degree of understanding of the people at the bottom of the sea."

  The President, who was being tossed around like a ball, had no choice but to look again at the young General sitting across from him, "You will be the commander of the upcoming war; this responsibility is yours."

  With a smug expression on his face, Luke said, "How can I, an unmeritorious General, take up such an important task? Wouldn't that mean that the Generals are incompetent? What's more, the efficiency of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s work is far less than that of the FBI under Director Hoover, whose leadership skills and strategic vision are far superior to mine."

  Edgar Hoover, who played the role of a small transparent person since Luke arrived, immediately became the focus of the entire room.

  The FBI bigwig said, "No, no. Major General Cavill must be joking."

  "Sir, part of the reason for this incident with Atlantis is S.H.I.E.L.D. But ultimately, my ability is still limited."

  With a sincere face, Luke continued, "I have done some deep self-reflection and have decided to step aside as S.H.I.E.L.D's Director. The next intelligence work can be handed over to Director Hoover, who has always had a reputation as the top agent, making many successful apprehensions of Soviet spies. I believe that he will soon be able to find Atlantis."

  Hoover, who was sitting in the corner, was restless. He was now regretting it, very remorseful.

  Why did he mess with S.H.I.E.L.D?

  Feeling the various eyes focused on him, Hoover decisively and bitterly said from the heart, "Those are all false rumors. The FBI's ability to do its job has been lacking, far less than that of S.H.I.E.L.D. under Major General Cavill."

  The President nodded in agreement.

  At this time, of course, they need to be close to the person who could solve the problem.

  Although Major General Cavill always asks for funds and doesn't do things properly, making people feel a little stifled.

  But when it comes to critical moments, he can demonstrate good use.

  "Major General, since Secretary Hoover has said so, you are still in charge of the war plan for Atlantis. The command of the Pentagon will also be transferred to you."

  The President gave the final word, fearing that the other party would refuse.

  "That's fine. Alas, I am a mediocre army MajorGeneral …"

  Luke smiled, seemingly helpless, and reluctantly accepted this appointed task.

  No way, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!

  "In that case, I would like to say a few words to do my job better, to carry out actions, and to confirm my credibility. I think we should separate S.H.I.E.L.D from the Pentagon."

  The Major General, who held power, spoke eloquently as if he had a plan.

  "Atlantis isn't a small country. It has a long history, profound background, and military strength to be reckoned with. As you can see, Namor alone is enough to flatten the Second Fleet in the Atlantic Ocean."

  "Ordinary weapons, and ordinary soldiers, can hardly threaten Atlantis. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D must recruit more people. Only a strong enough team can cope with an even more terrible crisis!"

  "…"

  The young Major General, who said that his ability was limited and difficult for him to take on the big job, gave 23 detailed and specific guidelines, dumbfounding the President and the Generals.

  It feels like it was written in advance and memorized!

  "——The above is my little, insignificant personal opinion."

  Forty minutes later, Luke, who didn't even feel thirsty, finished his speech.