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"Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!"

Fisher, who was humming a Tiga ditty, appeared to be in a good mood. He was sitting in the restaurant covered with a panoramic sunroof, enjoying the buffet lunch he had just called alone.

As a navy, there is nothing to say about meal supplements. Chicken, duck, fish, seafood are the must-haves, as well as special snacks and desserts. Of course, the navy does not provide alcohol and carbonated drinks, but lemonade and milk juice are enough. In fact, in terms of the highest standard of meal supplements, it has to be Thunder Warriors, but they usually pay attention to quantity rather than quality, and make large pieces of meat and grain together.

It can be said that to a certain extent, Atlas has truly achieved unity between officers and soldiers, even his boss is no exception.

"Sir, is today's meal to your liking?"

After eating all the food on the plate, Fisher ordered another cup of oolong tea, and then the head chef of the restaurant brought him a freshly baked croissant, served with cream and maple syrup on the side.

"Very good, we must maintain this level in the future!"

Smelling the croissant with the aroma of wheat, Fisher nodded. Delicious food is a good medicine for soldiers to heal wounds. Sometimes it is more useful than the encouragement of the political commissar. After all, the political commissar cannot change your Out of sausages and cakes, only with you to snatch from the enemy.

Eating, eating, Fisher suddenly remembered a question that has troubled him for many years. Attilan is the lunar city on the moon. Note that Attilan is not Aslan. the moon, what do they eat?

Don't say that the ecological farm is 100% circular, it needs a huge ferrule to do it, even the Supreme Glory, Fisher doesn't believe that Attilan can do it, if they have this technology, they can still use it Stay there bitterly?

And Fisher vaguely remembers that Attilan seems to still insist on the caste system unchanged for a thousand years, just like the noble New Delhi Brahmins look down on the humble Bihar Dalit (one of the poorest states in India). High-level combat power will also discriminate against ordinary aliens who don't have strong abilities. Among them, some high-level people are old Darwin when they talk about it. They talk about natural selection and survival of the fittest every day.

What else can Fisher say about this, accusing ordinary Inhumans of not working hard enough? Not innocent enough or dark enough? That is obviously impossible. In the final analysis, it is the problem of the Inhumans themselves. The worse the living environment is, the more they will be, and the more they are, the worse the environment will be.

At this moment, an external force is needed to break this vicious cycle. What kind of a hero is it to oppress one's own people? A man with a different personality should roll outward, get out of the solar system, and look at the whole universe!

In the past, the Cree enslaved the Inhumans as weapons, and now the Inhumans want to tell them that times have changed, and it is you Cree who should get out!

"Sir, we're here!"

While Fisher was eating the last bite of butter, an officer in black walked up to him and whispered.

"Well, put the fleet on standby! Where's Commander Cavour?"

"The commander is already waiting for you on the bridge!"

"Then let's go too!"

The flagship of the Third Fleet is a 6.7km long heavy-duty armored aircraft carrier with an approved crew of less than 7,000 and tens of thousands of auxiliary robots. Use it as a basketball court.

Just over fifty, Fleet Commander Cavour, who looked like the old godfather of Marlon Brando, was looking at the moon city projected on the holographic platform.

Having won many victories with fewer victories on the front lines of the Kree Empire, he already had several plans in his mind to break through that city without injury. The interview came, so his plan of attack was doomed to fail.

"How's it going?"

Fisher walked into the room with two glasses of lemonade and handed one to his admiral.

"Everything seems to be normal at present, maybe they think we are just an ordinary fleet dispatch!"

"Well, keep this position, and then send a transport plane to take a closer look!"

In fact, for the lunar city Attilan, Atlas has been paying attention to them when they first entered space. Maybe the other party may have the idea of ​​attacking Atlas at the beginning, but it seems that it changes almost every day. Atlas Space Force, I'm afraid Attilan is numb.

So later, when Atlas set up a helium-3 mining station on the moon, Attilan pretended not to see it as if he was blind, and shrank behind the wall made of shields and steel as a transparent person.

This can be regarded as a little tacit understanding between everyone. Although they were only a few hundred kilometers apart recently, there was no intersection at all. Atlas did not allow any contact behavior, and the other party did not take the initiative to express goodwill.

But now, this tacit understanding is about to be broken!

The Third Atlas Fleet dispatched four battle cruisers, an aircraft carrier and dozens of small ships, and now they are quietly floating above the moon, with the huge Atlas black and red flag and the navy flag stretched out on the bow. Then, under the sunlight, the huge shadow of the ship cast a black shadow that covered the sky and the sun on the ground.

And Attilan also felt that something was wrong. Usually the Atlas fleet was not so close, but they all passed by in a hurry, stopping in place like this, but this was the first time!

In the high-rise imperial palace in the center of the city, a group of extraordinary figures were already a little anxious, and a burly man sitting on the throne was also a little worried.

"We have to do something! Mobilize all the people in the city and mobilize them. Once the enemy is about to launch an attack, we will fight to the death!"

A mental young man somewhat similar to the man on the throne stood up and said suddenly.

"Fight? Are you crazy? Maximus! How many of us, look how many of them, what do you use to fight?"

Someone objected.

But this guy named Maximus didn't think so.

"As long as we unite as one, spiritual strength will help us defeat any enemy! This is the fundamental dependence of our Attilan's survival until now. Don't you even have this confidence?"

Seeing that the other party was about to use a spiritual atomic bomb to destroy Atlas' fleet thousands of kilometers away, the man sitting on the throne couldn't sit still anymore. He quickly typed a series of sign language, crackling like Naruto's seal. film.

But even though he spoke a lot in sign language, none of his subordinates understood. They turned their attention to a middle-aged beautiful woman sitting on the right side of the man.

"What Black Bolt King means is, let's stand still!"