"Doesn't this mean that Atlanteans can't go inland?"

  Recently, the President, who was so anxious that his hairline started to move up, eyes slit up.

  He wondered whether it would be safer to move the White House to Chicago or San Antonio.

  There is no shame in a strategic relocation to preserve one's strength.

  'Before the war starts, you're ready to move the capital and run. This move seems a bit familiar!'

  Luke, who specially observed the facial expression of the President, was speechless for a while.

  All politicians under the sun were the same.

  "Atlanteans must have a solution to this problem. They could take the coastline as a starting point, constantly build strong fortresses as a transit station, and steadily advance the front line. "

  Once again, Luke ruthlessly bursts the President's bubble.

  Rather than expecting to be out of Atlantis' reach and difficult to access inland…


  It was better to seriously think about how to organize forces and carry out a defense.

  "I … I forgot for a moment. Indeed, they could adopt such tactics!"

  The President, whose dream was shattered and experienced the ups and downs of life in a few moments, was a little annoyed.

  What's even more annoying was, he can't get mad at Luke.

  Because, as things stand…


  The only chance to save the country and win the war lies with this Major General.

  Superman is humankind's last hope!

  "Those strong fortresses built along the coastline with defensive water barriers are certainly able to supply the Atlanteans, but they are also obvious targets. "

  Luke calmly analyzed the situation and continued, "It's entirely possible to send bombers to provide fire coverage while using carrier formations for small-scale disruptions. "

  "Before, S.H.I.E.L.D seized several submarines from Hydra's hand. After thorough transformation, with the nuclear reactor designed by Howard Stark, they could be launched and put into service quickly. "

  "The winning percentage against Atlantis' offense isn't as low as you might think. "

  Hearing Luke say this, the President's heart settled down.

  The young Major General sitting across from him had a slight twinkle in his eye.

  Luke has a lot of cards in his hand.

  Apart from Superman's own fighting power, the golden trident taken from Namor could change the weather and create a tsunami.

  Dealing with Atlantis' army was simple enough.

  He only needed to create a huge tsunami and destroy all those fortresses on the Atlantic coastline ——this belongs to the lose-lose type of tactic. Kill 1000 enemies while losing 800 of your own.

  There is no need to use it until the moment of crisis.

  He didn't tell the White House and the Pentagon about this to keep the tension of this war fermenting and create a favorable situation for S.H.I.E.L.D.

  As for a series of problems, such as the President not sleeping well, anxiety, hair loss, and baldness are beyond Luke's consideration.

  "I think we can let the Navy Department's carrier group draw the attention of the Atlanteans from the side, while S.H.I.E.L.D. 's task force and the invasion group attack from the surface. "

  Luke said methodically, this calm, confidently poise and steady bearing seemed to inject a shot in the President's arm, and his anxiety slowly calmed down.

  In contrast, the many legislators on Capitol Hill, who are constantly arguing and disagreeing with each other, looked a bit ridiculous.

  The result for the Pentagon was even more disappointing.

  So many days have passed since Atlantis appeared.

  Neither the Navy Department nor the Army Department could develop a realistic plan —— excluding the dumb idea of abandoning the coastline and retreating to the inland cities.

  With this in mind, the president's eyes became even more eager as he looked at Luke.

  It was as if the drowning man had finally grabbed a lifeline.

  'Major General Cavill is the pillar of the country!'

  'A true savior!'

  He thought like this.

  "Major General, feel free to ask for anything you need. "

  The President was happy for a moment and got carried away.

  If he had been thinking straight, he would have remembered how the young General sitting in front of him had sent the Budget Committee into a frenzy and the Pentagon into a tailspin.

  Want benefits, offer conditions, apply for funds … in these things…


  Luke can be said to be highly proficient.

  "It's my honor to make a modest contribution to this war. "

  The young General, with a gentle smile, had no intention of taking credit for anything.

  Such an attitude brought tears to the President's eyes; he was so moved that he couldn't speak.

  "But——"

  The president, whose hair was thinning, wasn't moved for long when Luke changed his tune and said, "Since you've said that, I'll have to accept this kindness and make a small request. "

  'A small one?'

  A sense of foreboding arose in the President's mind.

  The next moment, Luke fished out a thick folder of probably hundreds of pages.

  "This?"

  The President's throat rolled twice; he silently prayed for Luke not to ask for money again.

  The Budget Committee has been emptied!

  He trembled and opened it, and the first thing that struck his eyes was ——

  'The Planning and Specific Regulations of the World Security Council'

  …


  …


  Three days later.

  Harbor, Boston,

  The cargo ships that usually anchor here have all disappeared.

  In its place, a large triangular-shaped fortress has risen from the sea.

  Standing on the shore, you can see a group of tall and strong Atlantean guards.

  They wear fishbowl-like headgear on their heads for proper breathing.

  Everyone is wearing the exoskeleton-like power armor uniform, giving off a sense of strength when walking.

  Over the past few days, the Navy had made several attempts to chase them away, but all had failed.

  There was a gap in firepower between the two sides, coupled with the fact that Atlantis is very familiar with the sea and can take full advantage of it.

  The Navy Department's various tactics were hardly as effective as they could have been.

  Generally speaking, Atlantis and the country with the same name from the studio next door were similar in science and technology.

  After the end of World War II, it was well ahead of its time in the current world.

  Unless the Bald Eagle could get the Allies together to fight another war against Atlantis and defend the citizens of the land world.

  Otherwise, the best thing to do is abandon the coastal cities and shrink the defensive front inward.

  So, it isn't unreasonable to say that many surrenderists, negotiators, and peacemakers in the White House and the Pentagon.

  There is indeed a big gap between the land world and the marine civilization.

  "Tell the Navy Department's Nimitz to bring in the carrier fleet; the Atlanteans are getting ready to land."

  Luke dropped to the ground, withdrew his eyes, and spoke to the liaison officer.

  Through his supervision and super hearing, he can easily learn what is being discussed in the fortress.

  "The next step is the invasion group. "

  Luke looked to the fully armed Rogers and said quietly, "You're going to lead the Army Department's mechanized forces, along with the National Guard as support, to stop the Atlanteans from landing. "

  Most of the citizens of Boston were evacuated and relocated ahead of time.

  Only the U.S. troops were left waiting to fight in this city, and the Atlanteans were about to land.

  "I'll make sure it's done!"

  Captain America tightened the vibranium shield in his hand and nodded vigorously.

  This was his first time in a command role, and he was a little nervous inside.

  "Steve, all you have to do is buy time for Howard to succeed in the final step. "

  Luke advised.

  He didn't doubt Captain America's Strength.

  The 'battleship-class' soldier, who had gone through twenty-four times of Wöden's Blood transformations, was able to fight against the Atlantis army without any problems.

  Excluding the mutants of the Hellfire Club and Namor himself, these blue-skinned undersea people could hardly go against him.

  …