Marvel’s Superman

Anna Maria Island, on the beach.

Namor, with his sturdy arms bare, walked under the umbrella on his surfboard.

As an Atlantean who can breathe underwater, he doesn't need this stuff at all.

But in order to make himself look normal and not attract other people's attention, Namor will bring a surfboard every time he goes to sea and pretend to be a surfer.

"Mr. Xiao, you are here too."

Compared to the unfamiliar and indifferent one we met last time, Namor took the initiative to say hello this time.

These days, he often chats with this middle-aged man who claims to be a German scientist.

The opinions that the other party occasionally throws out always refresh Namor.

It's like a lost ship, suddenly seeing the light of a lighthouse from the surface of the dark sea.

Unknowingly, Namor sees Sebastian Shaw as a life mentor, with a little more respect in his heart.

"The warm sunshine of Florida is not common in the cold and humid Berlin."

Sebastian took off his sunglasses and smiled friendly.

"Because of the high-handed policies of the Third Reich, there is a tense atmosphere of white horror. Everyone is worried about whether they will be the next victim of persecution and shooting."

"War is really bad, are you right, Namor?"

Putting down the surfboard, Namor sitting next to Sebastian nodded. He also hated war.

In the past, the Allies and the Axis powers threw mines and bombed submarines in the Pacific battlefield and the Atlantic waters, causing Atlantis to be harassed.

It's like someone fighting and arguing at your door every day.

If Atlantis hadn't adhered to the conservative and secluded old ideas and didn't want to communicate with the outside world, Namor would definitely have to teach these people a lesson.

As for joining the Allied Powers, or the Axis Powers, it depends on the mood.

"Mr. Xiao, do you think it is necessary for a strong person to hide himself?"

After the in-depth exchanges during this period, Namor began to let go of his inner vigilance and put his trust in Sebastian Shaw.

Among them, of course, there are psychological hints imposed by the White Queen Emma.

There are also reasons for Namor's own.

His father was a captain, and the route was blocked during the expedition to Antarctica, so he ordered the sailors to blow up the ice floes, but in the end he injured the princess of Atlantis and took him to the ship for treatment.

After that, there is a dog-blood story at eight o'clock.

The captain felt that Princess Atlantis was so innocent and unpretentious, unlike the American girls he had known before.

Princess Atlantis had never been in contact with the outside world at all, and knew almost nothing about human beings, and was easily picked up by the captain.

The two fell in love with thunder and thunder, got married, and did everything they needed to do.

However, the King of Atlantis saw that his daughter had not returned for several months and thought that something had happened-kidnapped or kidnapped by humans.

Send the army directly, find the place behind, and kill everyone including the captain.

A few months later, the widow princess gave birth to Namor.

This is the tragic experience of Marvel Studios Aquaman.

Any similarities are purely for reference.

When Sebastian appeared, he played the role of a knowledgeable and knowledgeable mentor, and Namor was brought in instantly.

"Why do powerful people hide themselves? Does a lion hide in a flock of sheep to make itself look innocent? Unless it is to avoid hunters."

Sebastian smiled, and so many days of brainwashing finally worked.

Before he came into contact with Namor, he specifically learned about Atlantis through the Hydra.

Namor's skin color is different from that of a normal Atlantean, which makes him suffer from the discrimination of his tribe, and he is considered a low-level "alien."

In order to protect her son, the princess had to take Namor to hide in a slum, and later fled to Manhattan.

Until the king got old and remembered that he still had a grandson, he recalled the grown-up Namor.

After a series of struggles and throne battles, Namor was finally recognized and became the master of the four oceans and the new king of Atlantis.

Some of these news are information held by Hydra, and some are information that Emma the White Queen has heard through deepening her heart.

In short, Atlantis has just completed the transfer of power.

The old king dies, Namor succeeds.

There are still many conservative forces in the country, and they are in a state of chaos.

Namor, who ascended to the throne, had never received royal education. He grew up in slums and the land world, and he was very confused about how to be a king.

"Namo, do you remember the mutants I talked about before? They have a variety of special abilities, it can be said that they are talented and are the forerunners on the path of evolution."

Sebastian sat up, got out of the couch, and said word by word: "But they were expelled and killed by humans. Why is that?"

"Because of the lack of a leader to take the lead! A king who can unite the mutants and let them summon the courage to stand up against atrocities!"

Feeling the look in Sebastian's expected eyes, Namor couldn't help but have an illusion-I am that person!

The fierce emotions were like turbulent waves, one after another, washing away his few senses.

"Mr. Xiao..."

Namor hesitated, whether to reveal his identity as a mutant.

At this time, he has no sense of belonging to Atlantis for the time being, and even knows nothing about being a king.

Hearing Sebastian talking about the tragedy of the mutant compatriots, Namor couldn't help but sympathize with him and wanted to be that peerless leader.

"Namo, if I guessed correctly, you are a mutant, right?"

Sebastian struck the iron while it was hot, and said sincerely: "At the beach bar before, I had a kind of intuition when I saw you-Namor, you are the person I want to find!

"We are compatriots! Genes are far more reliable than the bonds of blood!"

Namor, who just wanted to say his identity, showed a shocked look, and asked in surprise: "Mr. Xiao, are you also a mutant?"

The latter nodded vigorously and smiled: "It's not just me, but also Miss Frost, who you've seen before. Together, we formed the Hellfire Club."

"The purpose is to save the suffering compatriots, resist the tyranny of mankind, and build a beautiful world belonging to mutants!"

Namor frowned ~www.ltnovel.com~ He remembered the content of chats with Sebastian these days, mostly about race, genes, evolution and other issues.

Could it be that Mr. Xiao has been testing and testing me?

"Yes."

Sebastian affirmed.

As if he could see through people's hearts, his sharp eyes pierced into Namor's heart.

"You are the leader the mutants expect! The king who saves our fellow citizens and leads us to create a new future!"

Although at this point in time, Stanislavsky has not written "The Self-cultivation of an Actor", Sebastian Shaw fully explained what superb acting skills are with his firm eyes and sincere tone.

He said that he was about to believe it, let alone Namo himself.

"why me?"

Namor, who had never been affirmed by anyone since he was a child, asked flatly, as if flattered.

"You are both an Atlantean and a mutant. You are the only bridge connecting the two worlds, underwater and on the ground!"

Sebastian replied, selectively ignoring that there is actually a portion of human blood in Namor.

"Join us, Namor. At that time, the Atlantis civilization can rule the world with mutants. You occupy the four oceans, and we own the land."

Facing this invitation, Namor seemed to have a strange voice deep in his heart, constantly urging him to agree.

"Mr. Xiao, I am willing to participate in the great cause of saving our compatriots."

The limped Sea King pressed his lips tightly, nodded and replied.

"Very good. Then-welcome to the Hellfire Club."

Sebastian stretched out his hand, a faint light flashing through his drooping eyes.

Finally tied Atlansti to the chariot, the next step is to avenge Superman.

Before that, the account in the city of Rome has not been settled yet!