American comics: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

"Well, Colin, see you tomorrow."

Coming out of the news building of the Daily Bugle, Smith scratched his thick beard and yawned as he greeted Colin.

"See you tomorrow, Smith."

On the side, Colin nodded weakly in the direction of the cameraman and replied casually.

In the news media industry, time is life. In order to get first-hand news consultation, the two were required to be on standby from early in the morning. After a day, both the cameraman and Colin himself had become exhausted. At this moment, they only had the idea of ​​going home and lying down on the bed and having a good sleep.

Waving goodbye to his colleagues, Colin stretched out his hand and patted his cheek, forcing himself to cheer up.

Originally, Colin's family was not rich.

In order to successfully complete his studies, he worked part-time and studied, and with the high student loans, he barely graduated.

However, like most American graduates, Colin is also experiencing a life of debt upon graduation.

In America, it is not new to pay tuition fees until you die. Many people think that they can find a good job after going to college and get their money back quickly. But the reality is that many people often need to repay their student loans until middle age or even old age after graduation, especially under the impact of the financial crisis a few years ago. The impact of the overall environment has made Colin's employment even more difficult.

About my travel to the world of superheroes, but I still have to consider working to pay off my debts.

I don't know how long the Daily Bugle can last?

When Colin thought of the buzzing acquisition news that has been circulating in the newspaper in recent days, he felt even more headache.

I don't know if it was affected by the upcoming acquisition of the newspaper that caused him to be in a bad mood. The boss J. Jonah Jameson has not shown up in the office for a long time, causing Colin to have not met his current boss since he traveled through time.

For this, Colin is still quite regretful.

After all, Jameson is a "celebrity" in the world of superheroes. Although the "little bug" that should be Jameson's destiny has not appeared yet, this does not prevent Colin from paying attention to him, especially when the other party is still his boss.

Well, at least before the Daily Bugle is acquired.

...

With mixed thoughts in mind, Colin got off the bus before it left for the next stop and walked into an alley.

Based on the pitiful salary of a new reporter, Colin naturally cannot afford to live in a high-end residence. He currently lives in an apartment on the edge of New York's Second Avenue. The commuting time to and from get off work every day is about an hour, and this is under the premise that the traffic in downtown New York is good.

However, Colin, who was determined to return to the apartment, did not notice it.

Along with his hurried steps, two swaying figures at the intersection looked at each other, and then followed into the alley with shaky steps.

"Hey, man, stop!"

In the alley, before Colin walked out of the alley, a black man with messy tattoos all over his body, who might have thought it was a performance art, raised his gun and threatened fiercely.

"Take out the money!"

After his eyes stayed on the black man's pistol for a few seconds, Colin cooperated and handed over his wallet.

"No problem."

Just kidding, he just traveled to the world of superheroes, but he didn't become a so-called superhero.

In the past week as a reporter, Colin has fully understood the "freedom" of America, and he is not interested in becoming the price behind this "freedom".

Especially when Colin noticed that the confused and dazed look on the faces of the two guys in front of him from time to time was obviously the result of smoking too much.

"Damn, why is it so little."

The black man's expression suddenly became a little ugly after rudely snatching the wallet from Colin's hand and opening it to look at the pitiful amount of banknotes inside.

"Don't play tricks on me, bastard!"

The accomplice beside him looked at the amount of no more than thirty dollars in the wallet, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed Colin's collar.

"Believe it or not, we will just shoot you!"

Feeling the suffocation from the collar, Colin's expression became a little uncomfortable. He looked up at the two guys in front of him who were obviously a little excited, and explained with difficulty: "Believe me, I have no reason to deceive you in this situation..."

Perhaps he was convinced by the reason given by Colin, or he was confident in the pistol in his hand, and he dared not deceive himself.

Seeing this, the man who was traveling with him reluctantly let go of his arm holding Colin's collar, and the latter covered his neck and coughed uncomfortably.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

In the alley, the two robbers were about to leave without paying attention to Colin's reaction.

"Wait a minute..."

At the moment of turning around, one of the sharp-eyed black people accidentally caught a glimpse of the blue lanyard in Colin's pocket.

"What's in your pocket?"

Oops, when? !

Faced with the questioning of the black man, Colin subconsciously reached out to cover his pocket.

However, his subconscious reaction once again gave the two people in front of him a bad association.

"Damn, you actually dared to lie to us!"

"I think you are tired of living!"

He rushed to Colin with an ugly face, pulled away his hand covering his pocket, and quickly pulled out the things inside along with the lanyard.

"What is this?!"

However, looking at the card attached to one end of the lanyard, the expression on the man's face was a little stunned.

"Colin Luper, Daily Bugle? Press card!"

He flipped the card on the lanyard and read the content printed on it word by word, and the expression on the man's face changed immediately.

"Fu**you, you are a reporter!"

"Everything can be explained, I am just a new employee..."

In the alley, looking at the increasingly excited expressions of the two people in front of him, Colin quickly raised his hands to explain, but before he could finish his words.

Bang——

The sharp sound of gunfire interrupted everything.

"Damn..."

Feeling the severe pain from his chest, Colin covered his body hit by the bullet and fell down as if he had been hit hard.

"...Fu**...Who told you to shoot?!"

"Didn't you see him? This guy is a reporter, and he saw the two of us..."

Falling on the cold cement floor of the alley, feeling the blood flowing from the wound and the increasingly cold body, Colin's heart at this moment did not have the slightest fear of death.

He listened to the panicked quarrel of the two people at the entrance of the alley.

Then in the next second, Colin's blurred consciousness was enveloped by a green light.

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