The man had a pair of small wings at his ankles and was wearing only a pair of tight shorts, but his well-defined muscles were absolutely enviable. Moreover, the temperature outside was more than twenty degrees below zero, and the temperature inside the castle was also below zero, yet this man was able to breathe normally and did not die from the temperature imbalance. This was definitely not an ordinary person.
"Pirate King?" Steve pressed. "You know him?"
"He is Namor, the Pirate King, the overlord of the ocean," Alan said curiously. "He shouldn't be in the sea. Why is he on land?"
When they heard the title of "ocean overlord, Pirate King," everyone knew it was a nickname Alan had made up on the spot.
Steve tried to wake Namor up to ask him about his origins, but there was no response.
"Move aside and let me do it." Alan stepped forward, put his hands on Namor's shoulders, and began to shake him vigorously, shouting, "Pirate King, cheer up! The Navy is coming!"
"We agreed to become the men with the highest bounties together! I'm Luffy!"
"Look! Nami and Robin aren't wearing any clothes!"
Namor was shaken like a rattle, and his bones were about to fall apart.
"Damn it. I couldn't fool him," Alan said, discouraged. "I can't wake up a salted fish who's pretending to be asleep."
It was no longer a question of whether the person would wake up or not; everyone was afraid that if Alan kept shaking him, he might actually kill the man.
Steve grabbed Supervisor Cologne and demanded, "Tell me, what did you do to him?"
"He has been in a coma for a few days since he was captured," Cologne replied in horror. "We only took blood tests and haven't had time to study him yet."
"Who is he?" Steve asked again.
"He has lost his memory and cannot provide any identifying information."
Cologne wasn't lying. When they had discovered Namor, they had seen him walking shirtless in the snow, so they had decided to capture and study him. To their surprise, they had found that this person was born with supernatural powers and incredible destructive power. He could even lift a tank and throw it with his bare hands. Hydra had mobilized a large number of Nazi soldiers and had paid a heavy price to finally capture him. Otherwise, how could a military stronghold like Bethel City have such a shortage of troops?
According to his comic book counterpart, Namor's upper limit of strength was one hundred tons, and a tank was only fifty or sixty tons, so it was completely reasonable for him to lift and throw one. There was just one flaw: once out of the water, his various attributes would decay, but his physical fitness was still far beyond that of ordinary people. Not only did Namor gain the power of water from his Atlantean bloodline, but his other half, his human bloodline, had also awakened his mutant gene. The wings that grew from his ankles gave him the ability to fly. A hybrid of an Atlantean and a human, with fighting power comparable to that of the old gods, he was responsible for the peace of both land and sea. He wasn't just similar to Aquaman; they were practically the same. Of course, Namor was born during World War II, and Aquaman was born in the future.
"I see." Suddenly, Alan had a realization. He lifted Namor, walked to the window, and threw him into the castle moat.
"Alan, what are you doing?" Steve asked angrily. The man was unconscious. If he were thrown into the water, he would drown instantly.
Alan said calmly, "Fish can't be out of water for too long. They need to be soaked to restore freshness."
"That's a person, not a fish!" After Steve finished speaking, he jumped down to rescue him. As soon as he entered the water, the freezing cold caused his blood vessels to constrict. He popped his head out in fear and begged for help. "I have cramps from the cold! Pull me up quickly!"
"This idiot is so angry he jumped into the river to commit suicide just because we disagreed." Alan leaned out of the window. "Son, the chicken is frozen now."
It was surprising that Steve, who had a physical fitness ten times better than an ordinary person, was not resistant to the cold. In fact, it wasn't that hard to understand. When skin touches cold river water, the temperature change is felt most intuitively. The reason the river surface didn't freeze at twenty to thirty degrees below zero was probably because Hydra had dumped saltwater or antifreeze into it to prevent the surface from freezing and making it as smooth as walking on flat ground. It had no defensive effect.
"Nanaue wants to swim too!" As soon as he saw the water, Nanaue couldn't control himself and dove into the water headfirst.
Bang!
Suddenly, a huge splash erupted. It wasn't from Nanaue diving but from Namor jumping out of the water, holding the wet Steve in his arms. The wings on his feet supported him as he flew into the air.
Alan's eyes widened in shock. "You two can't be together! This kind of relationship is doomed to have no future!" Just because Namor had rescued Steve in a princess-carry posture, hovering in the air seemed so natural, there was no sense of incongruity at all.
"Carter, keep an eye on your man and don't let him get abducted by some dubious guy," Alan did not forget to remind Carter, who was standing beside him.
"What do you mean, my man? Don't talk nonsense," Carter couldn't help but blush.
"He is now. I approve," Alan was like a worried father trying to straighten out his older son after learning he was gay.
Namor looked confused. He flew back to the castle and put Steve down. He saw the group of captured researchers and asked, "You saved me?"
"That's right. I, your humble servant, never leave my name behind when I do good deeds." Alan turned and asked, "Pirate King, why aren't you staying in Atlantis? Are you here on land to find a mate during mating season?"
"Atlantis." Namor repeated the word, frowning and trying to recall, feeling that this noun was very important to him.
"Ah, I remember now. Namor is currently in a state of amnesia. He should join the commando squad led by Steve," Alan said firmly, touching his chin.
What commando squad? Steve thought. I've never heard of it. It sounds like a villain organization.
"Do you know me?" Namor walked up to Alan in surprise, wanting to know more about himself.
"What are you going to do!?" Alan protected his chest, leaned back tactically, and said shyly, "You beast! You're still thinking about getting both the father and the son! You're truly perverted!"
Namor grabbed Alan's collar with one hand and demanded, "Tell me."
"Release Nanaue's master!" At this time, Nanaue came ashore from the river and jumped out of the window. He saw Alan being lifted up by one hand and immediately rushed over to rescue him.
With a bang, Namor slapped Nanaue out of the window with a backhand. He came, and he left, without taking away a single cloud.
"I confess." Alan turned his head away shyly, glancing at the other man out of the corner of his eye. Namor's upper limit of strength was one hundred tons. Alan was a full-level thief and a fifty-level alchemist, so his strength was at most a little over two tons. He was no match for him in a head-on confrontation. If they really became enemies, Namor might not win. Alan could go invisible and poison him.
At the same time, the surrounding soldiers stood ready with their guns raised, fearing that Namor might lose control and hurt people. Realizing his recklessness, Namor put Alan down and waited patiently for him to tell him the information he wanted.
"Have you forgotten who you are?"
"…"
That hit the mark. Namor felt his mind was blank. He only remembered being captured by AIM. He didn't even know how he had gotten to the battlefield.
"Namor McKenzie, King of Atlantis, overlord of the ocean." That was all Alan said.
"No more?"
"No more."
***
(End of Chapter)
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