Namor, the king of the sea, is the name of this young man.
He is a mixed Atlantean and human, which gives him a slightly bluish color on his skin, as Atlanteans have pale blue skin, like some kind of aquatic animal.
But he also inherited some of it, which was his elf-like pointed ears.
His father, who was originally the captain of an ocean-going freighter, inadvertently rescued the Queen of Atlantis, Namor's mother, who was trapped in a fishing net.
They fell in love, and then they had Namor.
But the Atlanteans soon found their queen, believing that humans had kidnapped her, and killed Namor's father.
The queen has no way to explain, and the queen's identity prevents him from telling the truth that she is in love with humans, so she can only return to Atlantis with Namor and let him live there.
But because of Namor's unique skin color, he has been discriminated against since he was a child, and he blames everything on his human father, if it weren't for him, he wouldn't have such a skin color.
Maybe it's because of the pressure in the deep sea, and the fact that Atlantis never sees the light of day.
Everything around him has made him very paranoid, he hates all humans, he thinks of himself as an Atlantean, and after his mother's death, he has to use violence to inherit the throne, and this dark reality makes him even more paranoid.
In fact, it was because of the bloodline, he stayed in the water or on land for a long time, which would make him crazy, and he didn't know about it now, he had been living underwater for decades.
If you compare him with Arthur next door, although they are both Sea Kings, there are many differences in abilities.
Arthur's strength is 1,500 times that of ordinary humans, his super defense is invulnerable, he has a fine set of armor, and he has a few henchmen, and he has an unbiased attitude towards humans and undersea people.
Sometimes people were in trouble, and Arthur would give them fish to eat.
But just like the Sea Queen that Su Ming had dealt with before, he was too impulsive, and having no brains was his biggest weakness.
Namor, on the other hand, has a maximum strength of about 250 tons, and most of the time he is shirtless or wears a leather waistcoat, and will use a trident or a long sword, but more often he fights with his hands.
He has no followers and doesn't like terrestrial people, and is able to control sea creatures and tsunamis directly through his mind.
He is crazy most of the time, he has no reason at all until he is defeated, he is a madman full of power, and the key is that he can fly.
He had a pair of small wings on his ankles that were about the size of a pigeon's wings, and they were the ones that allowed him to fly at about 65 miles per hour.
It's not fast, but it's flying, which is a very unfriendly ability for Deathbell.
In a comic book, Namor mistakes the killers of his people for Americans, and travels to New York to retaliate by a devastating flood and save the world.
But now things can't be said well, because the story time is not right, many things are plausible, 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, and to strictly implement evacuation measures in accordance with the plan in the event of a tsunami.
But he could not confirm exactly when the tsunami would occur, or even if it would happen.
A German Z-class destroyer was sailing in the Atlantic, and they approached the waters of Bermuda in a raging storm.
It is a very famous uncharted area, and recent intelligence has confirmed that the Atlanteans are infested in the vicinity.
The naval flag of the Third Reich was hoisted on the ship, and dark waves rose high on the red, black, and white rendered fabric.
High up, lookouts are on the lookout for possible U.S. warships, while sailors on the back deck are laboriously loading improved depth charges onto catapults.
As the ship reached the established position, huge bombs were thrown into the water, and white water columns tens of meters high appeared one by one on the deep blue sea, and in the water columns, there was also a blue electric light.
The bombardment lasted nearly half an hour, and they dropped all the bombs they were carrying, after which the captain ordered the trawl to be lowered and returned to the waters they had just sailed through.
"It's disgusting, are we doing the right thing?
I mean, they seem to be civilians. ” At first, it was indeed a warship with a fishing boat, but it was very close to the continental United States, and it was difficult for a fishing boat to escape once it was discovered.
As the nets gradually break away from the surface of the water under the traction of the robotic arm, the roaring water rushes back to the surface, and the soldiers operating the machine also take 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 do a massacre.
The nets were getting higher and higher, and he looked at the blue corpses in the nets, among which the gender could be distinguished, and the blue-skinned women had no different facial features from humans, and even wore small jewelry made of shells on their necks and earlobes, lying quietly among the fish they had scooped up together.
Except for the color of their skin, they are just commoners, just like their wives in the house.
The sergeant next to him patted him: "Be quiet, if the Gestapo hears it, we will be finished." ” "Don't worry, sir, with such a big storm and rain, those people won't come to the deck."
Although the young man said this, he cautiously glanced at the entrance to the bilge: "And I think they are not the Gestapo, but the Hydra" The sergeant took over the rest of the work, carrying the corpses out and putting them in the hold, where they were frozen like fish: "Okay, whatever these corpses are, our scientists need them, and we are soldiers, obey orders." ” The boat shook violently, and the two of them tried their best to steady their footing, the sea seemed to be angry, and the dark sky seemed to crush everything.
"Yes!
But these depth charges are really powerful, I saw them glowing blue in the middle of the night last night, will this be widespread in the fleet in the future?
” "Maybe these blue-skinned people are the source of the blue light, but we don't need to think so much, Germany is above all else."
"Wait, God, what is that?!"
Amid the frightened shouts of the young man, they saw a huge wave tens of meters high rising at the bow of the boat, and on it, a shirtless man was stepping on the wave and swooping towards them.
The sea and the waves supported him, like a dark blue horse, and this scene full of destruction made everyone stop breathing.
Although the distance was far away, and the rain and waves blocked the view, even so, it was as if the man's face was full of anger and madness, and his eyes were fixed on the ship.
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The huge wave almost toppled the destroyer, but the German military industry was the guarantee of quality, but the subsequent loud noise caused many people to run onto the deck and look at the scene in horror.
The loud bang was for the black-haired youth to jump onto their boat.
His face was dripping with water, but he couldn't tell if it was rain, seawater, or tears, and he stood firmly at the front of the deck, not even caring about the reaction of the others, but rushing to the freezer to see the blue-skinned people inside.
Dead, all dead, almost all of them dead without blinking, twisted limbs describing the pain of their lives.
"So many," he muttered in a trembling voice, gasping violently, and then he turned his gaze to the men on board, "Human!
You're all going to die!!
” "Shoot!"
Seeing such an inhuman performance on the other side, only the older captain calmed down quickly.
Countless bullets hit the man's body, but he was unscathed, all the bullets fell directly to the ground, he raised his fist, and rushed towards the people quickly.
"It doesn't work, Captain!"
"With anti-aircraft guns!"
"The cannonball has been ricocheted!"
The sailors wielded a variety of weapons from the ship, even whaling forks and bazookas, but all attacks were completely ineffective.
The bombardment did nothing but scorch the deck, and the young man was still charging.
"Blood debt and blood repayment, !!"
Namor vented his anger by tearing all the humans in his way into pieces or throwing them into the sea, he had gathered a lot of sharks around and was waiting for a feast.
These humans are too weak, how dare they take the initiative to provoke the majesty of Atlantis?
Namor was so powerful and invulnerable that he launched a counter-slaughter against them.
Instead of flying, he chose to slowly torture these people with his bare hands, so that they could also feel the pain of being squeezed by the sea before their deaths.
Slowly, tragically.
Until a group of men in black fur coats stopped him in enjoyment, he was about to rush forward, but a strange weapon in the hands of these people helped him dispel his thoughts.
"Hydra, fire."
The officer in the black leather coat gave the order calmly, and he stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, his head held high, and he looked at Namor not far away with an expressionless face.
His voice didn't come far in the rain, but in the next second, everything around him was surrounded by blue light.
The dark sky, the charred deck, and the frightened faces of the sailors seemed to turn blue in an instant.
Beams of light struck Namor's upper body, sending him flying like a ball, sliding a large slice on the rain-soaked deck.
"Damn humans!"
Namor struggled, his chest charred black, flesh cracking open like a trench, revealing the bones inside.
This terrible weapon hurt him, and for the first time he felt his weakness and pain.
This made him even angrier, but he could barely move.
The anger in his heart could not affect the real world, and without preparation, he could not immediately unleash huge waves or giant sea creatures.
The lead officer moved his chin and sighed indifferently as he raised a hand with a blue leather glove.
"Approach the salvo, I'm going to live."
Carrying equipment like milk jugs, the blackskins shot and approached Namor, dodging as best he could, but was soon surrounded.
The barrage of fire hit Namor's head, and more than a dozen blows in different directions nearly ripped his head off his neck, and finally, he fainted with a blur of flesh and blood.
Sending the rain, he rubbed the back of his blue-gloved hand against his cheek, but soon the crazy light in his blue eyes died down and he regained his composure.
It's like the sea around you.
Originally, they were sent to New York to secretly capture the Torchbearers, and they planned to take a ship to the offshore sea first, and then transfer to a submarine to land on the mainland of the United States, but now it seems that with this prey, they can complete the mission.
The torchbearers sparked a boom in synths, and Germany thought of using Atlanteans, and now they have caught a good-looking half-blood, which is the finished product, the task is completed, and perhaps even the process of experimenting with scientists is saved.
"Captain, prepare to sail back, and I will ask the Führer for credit for you."
The blonde man smiled at the captain, looking aristocratic.
"Thank you, Major General, for your appreciation."
The captain stroked his gray beard and wiped the rain off his face, which was still covered with water droplets.
He thanked him politely, then shouted for the sailors to tie up Namor and assist the Black Leather Jackets before he returned to the bridge to give orders.
Although the blonde man is a hydra, he has a higher military rank than the captain of the ship, and he also has a secret warrant from the headquarters, so he is the supreme commander of the operation.
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"There is no need to thank you, we are all in the service of the Führer."
The blonde man turned around with a smile, his men helped him open the hatch, and he slowly walked to the lower cabin.
He stood inside the door and smiled at the dark unknown, then he put his index and middle fingers on the handrail of the stairs like a little blue man walking, letting it go down with him.
He smiled like a child, and when the finger man couldn't keep up with him, he would stop and wait very patiently.
There's a change in action, and he needs to contact the country, but it's not urgent, is it?
The Führer actually didn't want Hydra to know about this, which was originally the task that Xiao Glasses was responsible for, but within the National Socialist Party, was there anything that could avoid the infiltration of Hydra?
As long as there is some exchange of benefits, such as the use of the X compound, Hydra can easily enter the synth project.
The blonde man returned to his cabin, took off his black fur coat and sea-stained military cap, and straightened his appearance, after which he sat down straight in front of the telegraph.
They had a telegraph that didn't need to be typed, and they only needed to speak, and they could convert the sound into ciphertext and send it back home.
He cleared his throat, his long, blue-gloved fingers pressed the switch of the secret telegraph, and began to tell the message, and of course, as a qualified imperial nobleman, the greeting at the end was also essential.
With a simple smile on his face, he gently closed his eyes and said the glorious name.
"Long live the hydra."
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