Namor led his people to the waters near Africa. The Atlanteans who followed brought all their belongings, including many underwater vehicles. Within half a month, their new habitat was established. There were some scientific researchers among the tribe who used energy sensors to determine the location of Wakanda. During World War II, Africa was largely a primitive society, and the only thing that could be detected was energy fluctuations. Of course, Europe's industrial powers were expected to find energy reactions only in power plants.
The site was located 150 meters underwater. Atlanteans had different body structures and could move normally within a water pressure range of 500 meters. They could not stay above 1,000 meters for long unless they were in a vehicle; otherwise, they would need to dive to relieve the pressure after half an hour. For humans on land, ordinary people could dive only a dozen meters, while professionals could only dive hundreds of meters and had to surface after a few minutes. Therefore, there was no need to worry about Wakanda discovering them. As long as they didn't actively provoke them, the other party would never be crazy enough to develop underwater weapons.
Alan had a breathing mask and could dive in the water like an ordinary Atlantean, but he couldn't go deeper than 300 meters; otherwise, his lungs wouldn't be able to withstand the pressure. He relied on the attribute blessings brought by his professional level and was not as flexible as the Atlanteans in the water. The Atlanteans breathed through their skin and adjusted their body composition through water molecules, which enabled them to live underwater. Their body density was higher than that of humans in resisting water pressure, so fatal gunshot wounds would not take their lives. However, their shortcomings were obvious: like fish, they could not stay out of water for too long.
Due to the need for technological development, they modified their underwater vehicles into engineering machines, dug caves into the sea mountains, and set up oxygen equipment to create a land-like environment. After all, many scientific experiments could not be conducted in water.
Alan drove an exocet submersible with a carriage behind it, using a communicator to direct Nanaue to mine the mountain in search of Vibranium. On land, the Vibranium veins were directly exposed in the open air, but the part hidden in the sea was buried in rock and needed to be constantly explored and located with instruments. If they were truly exposed, it might not be their turn.
"We found Vibranium in Exploration Area 151." As a notification sounded in the car, Alan immediately shouted to Nanaue to stop digging.
"Nanaue, get in the back of the car. We're going home for dinner."
The fish-shaped submersible could only carry Alan alone, so Nanaue could only sit in the cargo compartment as they headed straight to the living camp. Alan had already told Namor that only a hundred pounds or so of Vibranium would be enough to build his armor, so he had no intention of being greedy. To be honest, if Vibranium were to fall into human society, current human technology would be unable to fully utilize it. Secondly, humans were not yet aware of the true value of Vibranium.
Alan drove the submersible very quickly, looking for narrow places to drill into, occasionally making a 360-degree rotation to pass through the gap between two rocks.
Once they were back at the living camp, Alan got out of the car and walked to Nanaue in the back, showing off, "Are my driving skills amazing?"
Vomit…
Nanaue's eyes were dull, and when he opened his mouth, undigested food came out of his stomach. The driving skill had shaken the little shark to his very soul.
"It seems you are already stunned by my driving skills." Alan nodded in satisfaction and strode toward the scientific research area.
At this time, many scientific researchers were testing the collected Vibranium. It was a piece of ore as black as coal, extremely hard at room temperature. After repeated confirmation by instruments, it was indeed the famous Vibranium. Once they had Vibranium resources in hand, their development might not be weaker than Atlantis in time.
In the dry scientific research area, Namor saw Alan coming in and couldn't wait to ask, "You're back."
"Why are you so proactive? What if others misunderstand me?" Alan protected his chest with both hands and made a tactical backward move to create distance.
Namor was already used to Alan's neurotic words and said to himself, "I have decided to stay and protect my people. I will not go to land for the time being."
Alan adjusted the nonexistent monocle on his right eye. "Any decision, fate has already arranged the script."
"…"
It had to be said that Alan's madness value fluctuated and was very unstable. Sometimes his IQ was high, and one word could reveal a secret. Other times, his talk was crazy and irrelevant.
At this time, Alan looked at an old man who had just come out of the water, walked straight up to him, and said seriously, "Take off your clothes."
"What are you going to do!?" The old man took a step back in fear and said nervously, "My old bones can't stand the torture. Please don't scare me."
"Alan, do not be disrespectful to Weinstein the Wise." Now, even Namor couldn't let him do whatever he wanted. Weinstein the Wise was an expert in many fields among his followers, and they all relied on him to lead the tribe in developing technology.
"His clothes don't get wet. I want to study them," Alan said bluntly.
"It turned out to be clothes. I was shocked." The wise man, Weinstein, looked much calmer and explained, "This is Atlantis's unique fiber material, made through a special weaving process. It is not only waterproof and breathable but also durable. We store a lot of fabric and can make you a set of ready-made clothes."
"That's too much." Alan said excitedly, "I will draw a blueprint, and you can follow it." He found paper and a pen and started painting. Namor watched curiously from the side. After a few strokes, he sketched out the outline of a human figure. He couldn't help but ask, "Why is there an extra line in the middle?"
Alan stopped writing, turned around, and said seriously, "Is it too big? It's uncomfortable to wear it coiled up normally, so I wanted it to hang down, so I designed these pants temporarily."
Namor's eyes shifted downward, and his brows frowned slightly. I didn't realize it. Maybe you were too confident.
"I see contempt in your eyes." Alan excitedly stopped writing, hurriedly untied his belt with both hands, and said confidently, "Believe it or not, I will give you a set of Lightning Five Whips."
"No, no, no, stop it. I believe you." Namor hurried to stop him. He really believed that Alan would dare to draw his sword in public.
"You must be shocked and ashamed by how big I am," Alan said proudly.
"Oh, yes, yes, I am ashamed." Namor agreed verbally, but in his heart, he was comforting himself that it was not worth it to argue with a madman.
Alan flipped his hair and said confidently, "In the world, the only one who can make me feel inferior is the Hulk."
Who? What race is the Hulk? Never mind, it doesn't matter. He might have made up this character. Namor just cared that he didn't do anything stupid again. After all, he had brought the person back himself. If he made a fool of himself, how would his fellow tribesmen view him? After the king lost his memory, he actually got involved with a perverted lunatic. Something shameful must have happened. Tsk, tsk, tsk… After thinking about it for a while, Namor felt uncomfortable all over.
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