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Chapter 290 - Green Arrow, Mera, and Arthur

"War? You mean the undersea world plans to wage war against human nations on land? Which nations?"

Barry took off his cowl and rapidly ate an energy bar, his hands moving so fast they blurred.

"We're not entirely sure yet, but according to information from the destroyed ocean probes, they're primarily attacking in three directions: the southeast coast of the Asian continent, the east coast of North America, and finally, the west coast of Europe."

"Watt, where are you right now?"

"England, Liverpool."

"Good. If England gets invaded next, they'll have to rely on you to help defend it, especially given the current strength of the British military…"

"They must have some strength, right?"

"A little, but truly just a little. Their HMS Queen Elizabeth spends most of the year in the dry dock for repairs, and it's much the same for their other warships. As an undersea civilization, Atlantis means human armies likely won't be a match for them on the surface, and the British army… they have more generals than tanks."

Me, defend a whole country by myself?

A bit dicey.

But who cares? This is England, and my current business is only in Liverpool. As long as Liverpool is safe, that's what matters.

As for other places, I'll help as much as I can, but it's really up to the British military themselves.

"Clark, Barry, the East Coast of America is yours to handle. Watt, it would be best if those under your command could also come help. And Mr. Freeze, his freezing technology can rapidly freeze the surface of the sea, turning the battlefield into a land war, which humans are most skilled at.

If possible, it would be best to execute a decapitation strike, controlling their command structure. This could prevent casualties from escalating and interrupt the war as quickly as possible."

"Understood. What about Asia…"

"Asia's strength is greater than you think; they'll be fine."

"What about you, Batman?"

"I found someone who might have ties to Atlantis, but he's gone missing. I'm not sure if he's connected to this war, so I've decided to go to the Sahara Desert first to find the related ruins I discovered years ago and see if I can find any clues."

Batman's self-positioning was very clear.

He had many trump cards, many plans, capable of handling many situations.

But any plan first needed to be considered by him, and all potential future scenarios extrapolated, before he could make targeted, multi-layered arrangements.

This required time.

When it came to short-notice skirmishes, Batman wasn't bad, but it was certainly not his strongest suit.

He could generally handle skirmishes with all conventional enemies, but against unconventional ones, his win rate wasn't necessarily low, but it wasn't nearly as high.

That's why he always prepared tactics, equipment, and personnel in advance within his chosen time, location, and related circumstances, utilizing every means to increase his chances of winning before confronting those unconventional enemies.

Batman could defeat gods, but he wasn't a god.

When his combat power on the front lines was sufficient, he would choose to do what he believed was more meaningful.

Noon.

In the hotel restaurant.

Qingshui sat around a dining table with several of his assistants and the coaching staff of the Liverpool club, watching the television mounted on the wall.

"Last night, a fire broke out at Rosyth Dockyard. Dozens of ships berthed there, including the HMS Queen Elizabeth aircraft carrier, were damaged. The cause is under investigation.

The main combat power of the British Royal Navy is nearly paralyzed. The Queen and the Prime Minister unanimously believe this was a premeditated act of sabotage from an unknown enemy and have dispatched the Royal Army to set up defenses in major port cities across the country…"

A blonde, wavy-haired female reporter was holding a microphone, speaking voluminously on the television.

Behind her, tanks and armored vehicles were parked on the shore, and soldiers stood ready for deployment.

"Are there really Atlanteans? Or are they aliens?"

"I don't know, but seeing the military deployed, there's no way there's actually going to be a war, right?"

"Wouldn't that be the end? Relying on the British military is worse than relying on Superman and them. Everyone knows our military's only purpose is to make the public believe they're protected."

"That's true, but aren't Superman and those guys in America?"

"Then we're dead. There's no hope."

At the dining table, these people were initially a bit reserved, but after a few drinks, the British people began to joke about their own military first.

These British people themselves knew what state Great Britain was in.

However, while those brought by Qingshui also joined in the chatter, they spoke with some discretion.

After all, this was someone else's country. It was fine for them to say a few things, but it wasn't necessarily an outsider's place to comment.

Those British folks were simply big-hearted, mostly joking, and didn't believe war was close to them.

They had been at peace for too long.

As for those brought by Qingshui, they were simply not afraid.

Having grown up in Gotham, what kind of scene hadn't they seen?

Besides, they all knew their Boss's identity, and the bodyguards in the team were all professionally militarily trained and carried secondary Titan enhancement serum. If a major attack truly broke out, they could protect themselves.

Meanwhile, in the Sahara Desert, within the Lost Kingdom, lay the ancient ruins of Atlantis, buried beneath shifting sands.

Towering Atlantean statues, severely damaged, stood surrounded by arrows sticking haphazardly out of the ground.

"Mmm..."

Batman clutched his injured chest as a bearded man in a green hood pulled him to his feet.

"Good thing you called me this time, otherwise you'd be a goner here," Green Arrow said, surveying their surroundings before continuing, addressing Batman.

"This place isn't very welcoming to us. There might be some unknown detection ritual; non-Atlanteans who enter are attacked."

"So, where are the people I asked you to bring?"

"They're here, but they're not really used to places with so little water."

Green Arrow stepped slightly to the side.

A man and a woman appeared at the entrance to the ruins' main hall.

*GULP GULP GULP GULP!*

A brawny man with fish scales tattooed on his body chugged an entire bottle of water.

"Arthur, I suggest you conserve that. You'll be in trouble if we run out of water on the way back."

"It's fine, Mera. Don't you have magic? Just conjure some water."

"And would you drink water I extracted from your urine?"

"Uh... no, I wouldn't."

Mera ignored the goofball beside her and politely nodded at Batman and Green Arrow.

"Thank you both for helping us find the Lost Kingdom. As long as Arthur can retrieve the Trident of Neptune, the ancient Atlantean king's trident, he can challenge Orm for the throne, become the new king, and prevent war from breaking out!"

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