Superman of the American Comics

"Major general Carville, what else do you have to add?"

After listening to a long speech, the president's head swelled and asked subconsciously.

He didn't expect Luke to be so well prepared, just like a candidate who prepared the answers and filled in the questionnaire in advance.

In particular, the plan for the future development of the Divine Shield bureau is more detailed and specific.

From the personnel expansion of various departments to the application requirements for fixed funds every year.

This made the chief of staff sitting on the sofa on the other side jump their eyelids and feel sad.

Poor budget committee, if you continue to collect wool like this, you'll be bald.

"Then I'll say more..."

Luke, who was going to stop, said in surprise.

It seems that his ideas have not bored the president.

So he cleared his throat and turned on the repeater mode.

The proposals mentioned before have been replaced with some common sentences, increasing the amount of budget and funds, the number of staff in various departments, etc.

Then I repeated it again.

When the long singing ended, the president sitting opposite and the generals on the sofa were expressionless and their eyes were dull - the second time, Luke exchanged the necessary skill card for conversation, Constantine's "master of deception".

For everyone in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth gathered into a wave of mental attack.

Obviously, it is worthless nonsense, but it is deeply branded into the brain, and people can't help but want to listen to it.

"This is a little personal, immature view."

Luke concluded with this sentence.

The Oval Office was suddenly quiet

No one spoke, even the sound of breathing was weak.

The president sitting opposite and the generals on the sofa are as lifeless as clay carved wood sculptures.

"This is a perfect plan."

After a while, the president nodded his approval with a bitter face.

He really didn't want to accept another spiritual bombing, and the rest of the people responded one after another, for fear that major general Carville would go on.

"The s.h.i.e.l.e.l.d. will certainly live up to the trust of your Excellency the president and your generals."

Luke looked moved and praised his language ability.

Those requirements that sound very harsh, such as the director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the sole right to freely access any information of the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon... And so on.

All passed successfully!

"Slag Kang is really excellent."

Luke sighed.

It's a pity that Constantine on the set next door is too metaphysical, otherwise he can brush his proficiency.

After all, mouth gun is a necessary skill for every protagonist.

Here is a yellow hair to be the shadow of fire, a set of mouth hiding skills of love and justice, fetter and peace, which has defeated countless strong people.

"If there's nothing else, that's all for today's meeting."

The president looked tired. After listening to Luke's speech, he consumed most of his energy.

It's like facing four or five hot and beautiful girls at one time. After enjoying it, I suddenly feel powerless. No matter how beautiful the body is, I won't have sexual interest.

The generals of the Pentagon also got up one after another. One by one, they seemed to have stayed up all night, with red eyes and staggering steps, pushed the door and left.

They were drained of their last energy by major general Carville, and now their minds echoed with each other's long chatter.

"Next, it's time to find an old friend."

Luke, who achieved his goal, flew high into the sky and headed for the next station.

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Brooklyn, old Joseph's tavern.

Rogers, who returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of malt beer on the table.

He is waiting for a friend.

Make an appointment for lunch.

Luke stood himself up.

jingle!

The crisp copper bell rang.

In the closed tavern, someone pushed the door in.

"Hey, old Joseph, long time no see, you're still so tough!"

Luke, who entered the tavern, said hello to the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.

They are all old acquaintances.

In the past, when he was a spiritual boy in Brooklyn, he often helped old Joseph look at the shop, clean the table and clean up to earn some pocket money.

The other party used to be a truck driver. Unfortunately, he had bad luck. Every time he transported goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as rollover, tire burst and flameout.

Not only that, even riding a bicycle will have accidents, either hitting people or being hit by people.

In old Joseph's own words, he has a feud with Zai all his life. Once he comes into contact, he will be unlucky.

In desperation, he had to change his profession and open a tavern to make a living.

However, since Luke became a war hero, the business of this tavern is booming, and many New Yorkers come here to punch in.

"Luke, you little bastard! Tut Tut, now they are generals. Frank may never think that his nephew can become a war hero in his life!"

Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over.

"I wonder if the major general is used to high-grade red wine and can accept Brooklyn malt beer?"

Luke shrugged and held up his square mouthed glass.

Tons! Tons!

"You can have another drink."

Luke laughed when he finished drinking at one breath.

Old Joseph nodded contentedly and filled his glass.

"How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"

Rogers asked with a smile when he saw Luke come and sit down with a beer.

He has been semi retired since the end of the war.

"Not bad. On the way to the tavern, I met several familiar faces."

Luke leaned back in his chair, looked up and said, "there was Jamie who had a fight. Now his son inherited his father's work and became a truck driver. And Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the opposite street, gave Bucky a bag of bread for free. Everyone had a hard time at that time..."

"Yeah. You know what? Jamie always shows off that he was beaten by Superman and is complacent about it."

Rogers took a sip of his beer, with a look of nostalgia on his face.

"Luke, I have a dream these days. In the dream, you, me and Bucky are running in the streets of Brooklyn. There are no American captain, Superman and Sergeant Barnes."

"Then I jumped into the battlefield. I saw baki fall off the cliff. In order to stop the red skeleton, I boarded the plane carrying varkiri missiles... I don't know why, there is no you in this story."

"I fell into a cold place. It was not until a long time later that someone woke me up. They said that the war was over."

"I live alone. I have no friends, no family, and no destination to run forward."

Luke stared at the bubbling glass and said with a smile, "you speak like an old man in his seventies."

"Ha ha, so did Marguerite. Maybe I had too much experience in the war to forget all those memories."

Rogers restrained his sentimental mood. Now he is paid by the military. He only needs to punch in regularly every day, sit in the office with a newspaper and read it all day.

Occasionally, I will cooperate with the publicity work and accept media interviews.

When peace comes, heroes seem useless.

"Do you have the answer to the last question?"

Luke looked at the American captain opposite and whispered, "the American captain can't sit in the office reading newspapers all his life, pick up that shield, go back to the battlefield and shuttle through the hail of bullets - such a stressful life can make your heart beat violently and have a real feeling of being alive."

"I agree with Howard that one of the greatest joys of life is adventure! The pursuit of excitement! Being willing to be ordinary is the life you should have after experiencing everything and looking down on everything."

Rogers was silent. He lived in his old house in Brooklyn.

The walls were repainted, the sofa, king bed and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets... He did all these trivial things himself.

Marguerite, who came to live together, said it was idle and boring to pass the time.

Rogers agreed.

His heart was empty and he couldn't fill it up.

That's why I have to find something to do.

"You want me to join the Divine Shield because of Atlantis?"

Asked Rogers.

The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami on Annamaria island have made headlines.

In addition, in the Army Department, the U.S. captain also heard some rumors.

"Not all. Major general Carville needs a partner, so he thinks of his old buddy Captain America."

Luke looked at the hesitant Rogers and smiled, "are you ready to go to war, Steve?"

In a trance, the captain of the United States remembered the action he and Luke took to rescue Bucky, and the other party asked himself the same question.

"Ready, commander."

Remembering the good time of fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.

"Well, welcome to the invasion group."

Luke said, and the two glasses collided, making a crisp sound.