Comics: Superman?Lao Tzu, a native of the motherland

Chapter 32 Suppression (please follow up)

People's enthusiasm was like a flame. Geno answered a few reporters' questions casually and was taken away by the agents of the Strategic Science Corps who arrived.

Geno sat in the back seat of a car and heard the familiar voice of Colonel Phillips:

"Hey, Colonel Geno, good job!"

The old man was happily holding his pipe, and the carriage was filled with the smell of smoke. He squinted his eyes and stretched out his hand: "Long time no see, Geno, you performed very well on the battlefield."

"Colonel Phillips." Geno shook hands and smiled: "Long time no see, you look more energetic."

The two exchanged a few words, and the car quickly took them to the White House.

Geno walked down the White House and stepped on the emerald green grass. He saw the "giant" sitting in a wheelchair. Mr. President was standing at the door of the White House looking at Geno with a smile.

"Colonel Geno! America's great hero! I finally see you today!"

Lao Luo smiled brightly, and the cameras around him kept taking pictures.

"Haha, Mr. President, it's nice to see you. You have worked hard for this country."

Geno smiled and bent down, stretching out his hand. The two held hands, and the camera clicked to capture the famous meeting.

The next part was a bit boring. Lao Luo personally awarded Geno a medal and wore a worthless medal.

Then there were some more poses and some speeches, and until nightfall, there was also a dinner, which was also a platform for various dignitaries to communicate.

Geno was not interested in this kind of occasion, but he couldn't resist Lao Luo's warm invitation, so he still brought his female companion Peggy to the banquet.

Geno wore a medal on the chest of his suit to match the presidential show, while Peggy wore a conservative and slim-fitting red dress, looking bright and elegant.

The two were so talented and beautiful that when they attended the White House banquet, they instantly killed the reels of many photographers.

Enter the White House.

On the lawn of the White House, many men and women stopped to chat.

There are also many rich girls who want to strike up a conversation with Geno, but Geno has no interest in these women with average looks, average figures, average IQs, average emotional intelligence, and average abilities, so he asks Peggy to help stop them.

These girls were no match for Agent Carter, and they were soon made angry by Peggy's weirdness and left.

"Finally clean."

Geno took a long breath and led Peggy to a fruit table.

"I thought you would accept everyone who came, Mr. Geno."

Peggy folded her hands and looked gloomy.

Geno smiled and wagged his fingers and gave Peggy a banana: "No, no, no, I have already said, I like beautiful and smart people."

Carter raised his eyebrows, why is there another one?
Geno ignored Peggy, picked up a piece of apple and chewed it, feeling the sweet juice explode in his mouth, Geno squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Isn't tasting delicious food better than accompanying a group of veterans to act?

Others need to make powerful connections, but Jeno doesn't need them at all, because if you have the strength, you can do whatever you want!

Unfortunately, when Geno was about to taste a few bunches of grapes, several old men in military uniforms approached Geno.

Peggy glanced at a few people, patted the back of Jeno's hand to calm down, and then walked away, leaving room for conversation with a few people.

"Hello, Colonel Geno."

Several Pentagon generals held their hands behind their backs,
But Geno didn't seem to hear him, and was eating fruit by himself, completely ignoring the old guys.

Several people frowned and stared at Geno, exchanging glances with each other.

This young man is too impetuous. He doesn't salute his superior when he sees him?
The leading general, Charlie, snorted coldly, took a step forward to block Jeno, and asked with his head held high:
"Colonel Geno Wilson, can't you hear me?"

Geno raised his hand to wipe away the water stains on his mouth, expressionless, staring down at the old man: "Is something wrong?"

He had already confirmed from Lao Luo that it was these old men who were responsible for the mischief, claiming credit for "training" and suppressing him.I didn't kill these old guys on the spot because I was concerned about the reaction of the senior officials, but these guys rushed to disgust people.

Geno's attitude annoyed several old men. They were in high positions. When would anyone dare to talk to them with such an attitude?
Several people looked at each other, and the short general was the first to attack: "Haha, Colonel Jeno fought hard for the country, we are here to see you."

The short general sneered and shouted loudly: "I heard that Colonel Geno can have heat vision? Let's give everyone a show and let us see how powerful the American heroes are!"

The loud voice quickly attracted many onlookers. Everyone was also curious about the abilities of this American hero. Some people saw that Geno was being made difficult, and they were holding a glass of wine and curious about how Geno should respond.

These old men deliberately wanted to embarrass Jeno. Another chubby general smiled and said sarcastically: "Don't you know how to fly? Why don't you perform somersaults in the air for everyone?"

In their opinion, Geno is just a product of super serum manufacturing.

And they have Dr. Erskine, the inventor of the serum, and they have as many super soldiers who can fly and use heat vision as they want. Geno just got the upper hand.

If you dare to disrespect them, it seems that this Geno Wilson should give him a hard time to make him understand who is the real person in charge of the American military.

"What are you doing? You should have fun and eat today? Why are you discussing superpowers?"

A voice broke the silence.

A "drunk" figure broke into several people's rooms. Everyone took a closer look and saw that it was Howard Stark, the latest rookie in the military.

Geno narrowed his eyes slightly and stared at the half-lidded bright eyes of Howard who was staggering drunkenly. The other party was not drunk at all. Did he come to rescue him?

This made Geno's impression of Howard much better. He was worthy of being able to get along well with the military, and he was quite good at getting things done.

"Howard, you're drunk, attendant, pull him away!" Several generals waved, and soon an attendant lifted Howard up and left.

"Let go of me, I'm not drunk!"

Howard struggled hard, secretly cursing these generals for being idle. Having seen Geno's brutality, he didn't want any tragedy to happen tonight.

After all, the bodies of those Hydra agents are still stuck to the floor of the Strategic Science Corps.

But helplessly, Howard, who had already been drained of his body by wine and sex, could not break away from the strong attendant and was dragged away.

Seeing Howard being pulled away, a group of old men urged Geno again: "Colonel Geno, start quickly. Are you not afraid anymore?"

Geno sneered, took a step forward with his hands behind his back, glanced at everyone, and said slowly: "You want to see me perform?"

He was obviously smiling, but onlookers felt an inexplicable chill.

Jack was still shouting provocatively: "That's right, Colonel Geno, let everyone see how powerful the American hero is!"

Geno's eyes fell on the short general's hat, and a smile appeared on his lips.

Since these guys want to embarrass themselves, let's see who makes the fool!

"Then, here I am!"

The voice has not fallen,

"Buzz!"

Everyone only saw Jeno's eyes light up red, and a red beam as thick as a pair of chopsticks passed through the short general's hat, then hit the wall of the White House and went out.

The pierced hat instantly ignited flames. The short general took off his hat in horror. The burning flame even attached to his hair and burned, giving off a burning smell.

The big back of his head was also plowed with two holes by heat vision, making it look like a bald head from a distance.

There were exclamations from the crowd, followed by bursts of laughter, and they pointed at the short general.

"Fuck you, bastard!" The short general's face turned red with anger, he gripped his burnt hair tightly, stared at Geno and cursed angrily: "Jeno Wilson, are you trying to kill me?"

Just now, when the heat vision passed over his head, he even felt that his scalp was burning. If the heat vision moved downwards a few centimeters, his head would be penetrated!
　Thanks to the bald guy for your monthly ticket support.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)