Superman of the American Comics

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the future world created by Stark industry! Do you believe that a wave of new technology is sweeping through, and maybe cars in a few years will never touch the ground again!"

He took the microphone, took out a handkerchief and wiped his lips. Iron man's father began his own performance.

He seemed to enjoy the gaze under the stage. While publicizing his company's innovative technology, he asked the beautiful girl to take off the four wheels of the red car.

Howard stark on the stage is not like a scientist, but more like a magician who knows his acting skills well.

Know what means to catch the audience's eye.

"With the latest anti gravity technology developed by stark, all this will be possible!"

Howard smiled and turned on the instrument.

The car with its wheels removed floated up slowly.

This magical scene made the audience hold their breath.

Luke turned his mouth. He was not interested in Howard Stark's gadgets.

Although the other party can be regarded as one of the smartest talents in the world, he is the same as Tony Stark, an iron man who has not yet matured.

They all have a common characteristic, or family inherited personality defect——

That's hard to deal with!

Maybe this can be attributed to the common problem between geniuses!

Taking this opportunity, Luke sneaked out of the crowd and got rid of the unnecessary entanglement of the young girls.

The young and lively gentle countryside is better left to Bucky who is going to England to serve the motherland.

Inadvertently turning his head, Luke saw Rogers's thin back.

He left the crowd gathered on the stage and walked towards the conscription station not far away.

Luke took a deep breath and thought that was the beginning of Captain America.

He put his hands in his pockets and thought about what he should do.

Although it is said that Gou's development is the right way.

But who knows when golden finger will arrive.

Moreover, it seems a bit wasteful to go to marvel studios and think about living a peaceful life for ordinary people.

Thinking, Luke saw an old man again.

He has gray hair, some baldness, and glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Abraham Erskine!

Luke recognized each other.

The developer of super soldier serum, a German scientist who made the red skeleton of Hydra leader, walked slowly into the recruitment station.

"Well, there seems to be a stalker!"

Luke, who was about to follow up, suddenly turned dignified.

He saw several men in black with round hats following Abraham Erskine behind him.

They puffed up around their waists, looked nervous and looked around.

It doesn't look like an ordinary tourist, and its identity is much different from that of the bodyguard.

"Hydra?"

An idea came to Luke's mind.

As the developer of super soldier serum, Dr. Erskine must be a thorn in the eye and flesh of Hydra.

The red skeleton will do everything to get rid of this threat!

Once the Allies get super soldier serum and create a large number of super soldiers, there is no suspense about the victory or defeat of the war.

Thoughts flashed, Luke also walked into the recruitment station.

"Steve..."

Bucky recovered from Howard Stark's performance and turned to his unhappy friend. He found that the other party had already disappeared.

"Luke..."

He looked at Luke again, but he didn't expect to see anyone.

"What's going on! Where have they all gone!"

Bucky murmured and was dragged to other exhibition areas by the remaining women.

……

……

"The battlefield is not for you."

At the recruiting station, Rogers was rejected again.

When the officers who recruited soldiers saw his thin figure, they showed their attitude without thinking. They didn't even look at the completed information form.

Despite Rogers' arguments and sincere words.

But no matter what he said, the officer just shook his head.

In his opinion, sending this thin little man to the battlefield is no different from murder.

"You still have a lot of things to do. You don't have to join the army. We are in urgent need of labor. You can go to the factory to make weapons for the front line, or find another job!"

The officer said impatiently.

He pushed Rogers' draft back with a cold expression of "no discussion".

"War is not a fight! When you go to the battlefield, you will only drag others down! Instead, you'd better stay in the local rear!"

"Be content, boy! You don't have to risk your life and shuttle through the hail of bullets. This is a good thing that many people can't think of!"

Looking at the thin little man in front of him, the conscription officer said so.

He doesn't understand why the other party has to join the army. Isn't it good to stay at home?

There is no danger of life, let alone experience the cruelty of war.

No matter how valuable the medal of honor is, can it be important to live?

Now who doesn't know that the allies and the axis powers are inseparable.

Every battlefield is like a meat grinder, swallowing the flesh and blood of both sides.

I'm afraid only God knows the exact number of bodies filled in the trench!

"Sir! I want to serve my country! What do I want to do! I'm sure I can do something..."

The conscription officer avoided Rogers' firm eyes and shook his head again.

Everything must follow the rules. He can't recruit an unqualified soldier.

Their voices gradually raised and attracted Abraham Erskine's attention.

He looked at Rogers, who looked depressed, as if he thought of something.

"It's as like as two peas in history."

Luke watched quietly, the corners of his mouth rising slightly.

But soon he restrained his smile, because behind Abraham Erskine, the black men who followed him were approaching.

Their eyes were cold, their faces were murderous, and their right hand slowly extended to the bulging position of their waist.

Almost in an instant!

The man in black opens his clothes!

Pull out the hidden pistol!

The cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at Abraham Erskine.

It seems that the trigger will be pulled the next second.

Boom!

A shot!

The crowd in the conscription station immediately fell into panic, and the screams with panic were scattered like steam from the locomotive.

Those recruits in military uniforms who have not yet joined the army suddenly run around like ants on a hot pot without a clue.

They have not been on the battlefield, nor have they received formal training, and they do not know what to do.

The officer in charge of the guard fell into a pool of blood and a bullet hole appeared in his white round hat.

The blood gurgled out from the back of my head, especially terrible with that twisted face.

"Go!"

Luke, who was hiding, pulled up Dr. Erskine, who fell to the ground, turned and turned into the compartment in the corridor.

Fierce gunfire came from behind. Bullets hit the wall and splashed a large amount of dust.

Luke glanced at Rogers, who was hiding behind the cabinet with his head in his hands, and a strange idea came out.

If the future captain of the United States dies, what will happen in the future?

Is there a new hero?

Or did the third empire win the war and the red skeleton conquer the world?

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The clear shot interrupted Luke's thoughts.

He looked at the nervous Dr. Erskine and whispered, "you hide here! Don't walk around!"

Outside the compartment, the sound of footsteps approaching.

After the curtain was pulled up, a figure with a gun appeared due to the reflection of the light.

Luke touched colt M1911 behind his waist, took a deep breath and rushed out of the corridor compartment!