Twenty minutes later, the conference room on Liberty Island.

Negotiations on a truce were in full swing. ​​

The Atlanteans were represented by Namor and his scribe and the Captain of the Hammerhead Shark tribe.

The team sent by the U.S. government was a team of Admirals and staff from the Navy Department.

As for Luke, he didn't speak at all.

Just before the negotiation meeting started, he talked with Nimitz in private.

Presumably, this meant that 'you are free to ask for what you want, and you are free to say what you want.'

'No need to care about Atlantis's bottom line and tolerance; take what you want, and better yet, squeeze your opponent dry to the last drop.'

Luke himself didn't care how much benefit he could get because no matter how much he got, it wouldn't belong to S.H.I.E.L.D.

He would prefer to lengthen the negotiation time until S.H.I.E.L.D had enough strength to take over all this.

'I remember Atlantis still has many good things. '

Luke's fingers tapped on the desktop, his thoughts fluctuated.

Although he didn't say a word, he was always the focus of the conference room.

Every time Atlantis argued and rejected the Navy Department's request, their representatives would subconsciously look toward where he was sitting.

It looked as if Superman, who was worried about the land world, was dissatisfied; he would overturn the negotiating table, roll up his sleeves, and show his fist.

Among all the people here, except Namor, no one could withstand a serious punch from him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, don't care about my opinion."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and kept a kind smile, "Friends who are familiar with me know that I am a pacifist and like to convince people by reasoning."

"The reopening of a war between Atlantis and the United States is an outcome that no one wants to see. I sincerely hope that all problems will be solved at the negotiation table instead of brutal slaughter."

The Major General said pretty words and waved his hand with a sincere face, indicating, 'you continue to talk, don't mind me.'

The representative of Atlantis nodded in a friendly manner and spoke in the same tongue-twisting tone about peace and the future.

Deep down, no one believed a single punctuation mark in Luke's speech.

Convince people by reasoning?

If Superman put down his clenched fist, he would look like a reasonable benevolent man.

After some useless nonsense from both sides, the negotiations continued.

Atlantis didn't mention a word about compensation but rather discussed future development and peaceful coexistence.

It could be described as a replica of the U.S, full of freedom and democracy, but in reality, all it did was take by force.

Luke must admit that seeing the American people being so disgusted, he felt a little bit happy inside.

The bottom line for the government's representatives was that they were trying to pull the wool over the people's eyes and gain some benefits.

In the face of the powerful Atlantis, even if Luke said they should feel free to ask, the Navy Department didn't dare to open their mouths casually.

Otherwise, when war came, their words would cause even more problems.

The two teams were pulling back and forth as if they were pecking each other's vegetables under the defense tower, which was unappealing and made people bored.

"I have a statement to make; please listen."

At a standstill, Namor, the brainless and unhappy combo, came forward.

With a confident expression on his face, he greeted everyone in the room -- except Luke, who had his eyes closed.

…

Luke, who was a little sleepy, opened his eyes.

If Namor wanted to speak, he wasn't going to sleep.

It wasn't that the Major General wanted to hear any insight from the other side.

As a traveler, Luke believed he understood Namor's temperament and his life experience of lacking love since childhood and growing up without being beaten.

Not only was this guy brainless, but he also had an inexplicable sense of superiority.

He didn't think highly of Atlanteans, but at the same time, he also hated the humans of the land world.

A King with the same beginnings, the Black Panther of Wakanda, became bigger and stronger, and the Sea King of the studio next door could mingle in the Justice League.

Black Adam, who the clumsy Shazam often beat, was not afraid to take on Superman.

Gorilla Grodd could conquer Africa and build a nation.

On the other hand, Namor played a good set of cards poorly.

He had always been unpopular due to his extremely inflated and bad personality.

He was a member of the Illuminati, a 'terrorist organization' that claimed that it wanted to solve the earth's crisis and actually strived to create a crisis.

But there was no sense of existence, except for the old rivalry against Black Panther; basically, there was nothing.

The power of the Phoenix was briefly obtained --and he immediately ran to Wakanda to find trouble with the Black Panther and was finally beaten up by the Avengers and fled in disarray.

Luke understood very well that when Namor said he was back in business, everyone could relax.

Because he would only make things worse until it was beyond his control.

Honestly, Namor always reminded Luke of an unborn President, called America's Dense Big Brother -- Twitter President -- New York's King -- the First Man to Land on The Sun -- Master of Guess Work -- the King of Virology -- the Debate Ghost -- the 'Savior' of the United States -- the King of Spies -- the Punk Businessman -- the King of Fast Food -- the SpongeBob in Economics' the 45'th President.

"As the King of Atlantis, the ruler of the four seas, and the master of the seven seas, I have no reason to wage war."

Sure enough, Namor opened his mouth and filled the meeting room with 'cheerfulness.'

The representatives on Atlantis' side were full of confusion.

They froze and wondered why their King said this?

The two sides were involved in a war.

Who cares about reasons?

The victor could say whatever he wanted; it made sense!

Any words from a loser seemed laughable!

The senior officials of the Navy Department also looked surprised, thinking that the King of Atlantis was so naïve.

They were all sitting at the negotiation table and wasting time talking for their own benefit.

Who really cared about the reasons for waging this war or whether it was justified?

Had it not been for the military might of Atlantis, the Navy Department's Admirals wouldn't have minded throwing a bag of laundry detergent into the Atlantic Ocean and saying that these undersea people were hiding weapons of mass destruction and justice must be done to defend world peace!

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