In the Caribbean Sea, in mid-air near the Yucatan Peninsula, George looked down at the calm sea below his feet.

"Boss, is this here?" Bucky piloted the "Flying Fox" aircraft hovering above the sea.

"Yes, right here on the bottom of the sea." George replied with a smile.

Perhaps no one would have thought that just under this sea area, there is an underwater kingdom of Talokan, where a large number of undersea people live.

Compared with the underwater kingdom of Atlantis owned by DC next door, the underwater kingdom of Talokan is still far behind.

DC's Atlantis or Marvel's Undersea People in other timelines all have a long history of being first.

The Talocan Kingdom here is a small tribe in the Yucatan Peninsula. In 1571, in order to avoid the invasion and diseases brought by Spanish colonists, under the leadership of tribal wizards, all the tribesmen took

Another aquatic enhanced plant that grows on vibranium.

After taking that plant, their bodies mutated, their whole bodies turned green, and they could only absorb oxygen from the sea.

Since then, people from this tribe have settled in the sea and established the Talokan Kingdom. Because they have lived more than a hundred meters under the sea for a long time and endured huge pressure, the Talokans are quite strong.
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Namor, the king of Talokan Kingdom, was mutated when he was born because his mother took medicinal herbs when she was pregnant with him. Not only does he have a long lifespan and super strength, but he also has superhuman powers.

Endurance, durability, agility, reflexes and speed. He also has the ability to fly, using the fin-like wings at his ankle joints to fly at extremely fast speeds. The disadvantage is that he cannot leave the water for a long time, otherwise he will lose his life.

Because Namor has lacked maternal love since he was a child, and his skin color is different from the green color of other tribesmen, so his personality is quite extreme, so the killing of people on the company's cargo ship should be their fault.

Even though he had long known that the country's seabed was rich in vibranium mines, George knew that this country was very xenophobic, so even after it became stronger, he never actively disturbed their lives.

However, this time it was different. It could be said that George was given a reason.

"Do you want me to fire a few rounds to blow them up?" Bucky asked.

"The shells can't blow them up, but you can fire a few cannons to try." George replied.

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Talokan Kingdom, Underwater World

Many blue-skinned Talokans ride whales and shuttle freely under the sea.

Under the deep sea, it is not as dark and cold as people imagine.

The capital of the Talokan Kingdom is a circular metal structure dotted with some shiny algae plants.

The Talokans also used vibranium to create lighting lights.

All of this is destined to be difficult for humans to see.

In Namor's hut, Namor, unaware of the imminent danger, was still painting.

At this time, a strong blue-skinned man wearing a mask walked gently into the hut.

"What's on your mind, kid?" Namor asked without looking back.

As the King of Talokan who has survived for 200 years, he has the right to call any of his subjects a child.

"Kukulkan, two days ago Duma led people to attack two iron ships and killed more than 50 land humans."

"It doesn't matter. Those land countries conquered and enslaved us. I have always asked you to prepare for their invasion. Although it is not yet time, it doesn't matter if you kill some occasionally. I remember Duma's father also said this decades ago

We have done this before." Namor gently helped the man up and continued, "That is also the tradition of their family, ever since one of their ancestors was killed by land people that year."

"I understand, Kukulkan." The man said respectfully.

"Go down!" Namor waved his hand and said.

Just as Namor was about to pick up the paint box again, he vaguely heard continuous explosions.

"Kukulkan..." The man was about to say something.

Namor frowned, picked up the spear, walked outside the thatched house, jumped into the water, and rushed straight through the waterway like a sharp arrow.

The violent explosions became increasingly clear, and the turbulent water flow formed whirlpools of different sizes.

"Damn land people."

The angry Namor swung his legs and suddenly accelerated.

Bang!

Holding a vibranium spear, Namor broke through the water directly. The wings on his ankles flapped continuously, making a buzzing sound, supporting him to stand in the air like a god and demon.

"You finally came out."

Namor, who had just emerged from the water, had not yet figured out the situation and had not vented his accumulated anger when he heard a deep voice full of laughter, ringing in his ears like thunder.

"Boom!"

The atmosphere vibrated, and the sonic boom instantly made a harsh roar!

Namor's pupils contracted violently, catching the sight of a tall figure approaching in an instant.

"Bang!"

As soon as poor Namor broke through the water, he was hit hard in the face by a powerful and heavy downward swing fist.

It can be said that he has never been treated like this since he was born. Even the warriors in the tribe have never punched him when teaching him to fight.

Pain! Pain! Warmth feeling!

The blood mixed with the teeth spurted out directly from the mouth!

And Namor himself was like a fired cannonball, hitting several beautiful floats on the sea surface, setting off huge waves, and then fell into the water.

"You..."

The angry Namor was about to say something when he felt his neck was tightly grasped, and he was lifted directly from the sea into the air.

Although Namor can breathe without using his mouth and nose, the feeling of having his neck squeezed tightly is quite uncomfortable.

It's a pity that I didn't even see anything, so I could only swing my feet and keep struggling.

I saw George pull back, Namor moved forward a certain distance, and then there was a loud noise, "Bang!"

Namor was like a cannonball again, dragging out a straight line, sinking into the water and disappearing.

The men who had just gathered people to follow him saw their king passing them by at an alarming speed.

Standing on the top of the black "Flying Fox" plane, George breathed a huge sigh of relief.

"Cool!"

George shook his wrist, and a smile emerged from the corner of his mouth.

George didn't have the habit of talking first and then hitting him. Since he had become an enemy, he naturally beat him up first so that the other party could listen to what he had to say.

When those Talokan warriors caught up with Namor again, they were very surprised to see Namor's swollen cheek.

"Are all mainlanders so powerful now?" You know, Namor exists like the spokesperson of God in the hearts of the Talokans.

Namor shook off the tribesman's hand, picked up the spear and accelerated again, jumped out of the water and rushed straight towards the figure.

Just as the spear in Namor's hand was about to be inserted into the man, he saw the other person turn sideways and reach out to grab the spear, and then slapped him. Although Namor could see the palm hitting him, how could he?

Can't escape either.

"Boom"

As soon as the Talokan warrior emerged from the water, he saw Namor flying sideways at a very fast speed and creating long waves on the water.

The warriors in the water all flapped their cheeks, and then began to sing. There was a special kind of fluctuation in George's perception, quietly invading his spirit. Unfortunately, the gap was too big. Their singing sounded strange to George.

Nice music.
Chapter completed!