Superman of the American Comics

After leaving the White House, Luke drove to the Army Club in the northwest, where Rogers was still waiting for him.

During the days of returning to New York from London, there were interviews on various public occasions every day, and the commendation ceremony held by the military could hardly spare personal time.

It was not until Roosevelt's death that Luke got rid of his busy schedule and came to Washington to attend the funeral and complete the medal.

"I wonder if Steve can adapt to his new life?"

The black car was parked at the gate of the club. Luke was driven by an officer.

After he was promoted to major general, the military equipped him with a special secretary, driver and bodyguard - the last one is not necessary at all.

If there is an accident, who protects who?

If you can be a bodyguard for Superman, you should at least be the supreme mage or Odin.

"But then again, I really want to find some people who can do things for myself."

Luke has several suitable candidates, but they have not been finalized yet.

In his opinion, fighting alone has no future.

You can't wait until the zitari army comes to the earth in the future. You have to swing your fist alone.

Of course, miscellaneous soldiers are left to their subordinates. Only enemies like mieba, apocalypse and domam are worth doing it themselves.

"S.h.i.e.l.d.'s recruitment campaign is about to begin. I don't know how many people can be netted."

Lux floated up the steps.

As soon as I stepped into the hall of the Army Club, there was a loud cry.

Wearing a straight military uniform and meticulously combed hair, Luke became the focus of attention in an instant.

There's no way. He's a celebrity now. The recruitment posters have changed from Uncle Sam to Superman in a red cloak.

The aura of legendary heroes really attracts people's attention.

It's just like many people enjoy talking about the story of Washington cutting down cherry trees and Columbus erecting eggs.

As for whether it is true or not, I don't care.

Luke has many legendary deeds, which are worth talking about after dinner.

"Major general Carville, Hello! I am from the Caspian training camp and have the same treatment, including roaring commandos following Luke and important members of the strategic science Corps.

Rogers should be reasonably satisfied.

But after staying in Brooklyn for a while, he felt at a loss, as if he had lost his direction.

"The door of s.h.i.e.l.d. is always open to you."

Luke smiled and shook the wine in his glass.

He could understand Rogers' mood, just as many veterans went off the battlefield and couldn't integrate into society immediately.

Soldiers accustomed to guns and gunpowder smoke often find it difficult to adapt to the laughter around them.

"S.h.i.e.l.d.?"

Rogers was surprised that he had never heard of the organization.

"It's the strategic science corps," Luke explained. "After the war, the strategic science Corps originally used to fight hydra is facing reorganization. I simply changed its name."

"Does the Divine Shield Bureau sound much better?"

"In this way, you have something to do. Unlike me, you haven't found a goal yet."

Rogers' eyes showed a trace of envy.

What he wants most is Luke's firm attitude of always moving forward and never hesitating.

"Steve, don't always think about what you've experienced on the battlefield. Even if you're not a good soldier, you can do something else. What's more, this country still needs you."

Luke once again played the role of spiritual mentor and said, "peace is only temporary. Even if fascism is disintegrated and the Na camp is crushed, White House politicians will soon find a new enemy, a red brown bear standing on the Siberian plain."

It is a huge country occupying one fifth of the world's land area, and it is the main core of the bipolar pattern.

"You mean there will be war?"

Rogers was a little shocked. He didn't doubt Luke's judgment.

Because after many times of fact testing, it has been proved that friends have always been very accurate and can always penetrate the truth.

"In a sense, it's really a war."

Luke took a sip of wine. Soon, the new president will implement "Truman Doctrine" and open the prelude to the cold war.

Warsaw Pact and NATO mean the emergence of two military and political groups and the confrontation between the two social systems.

"So think about it. Sooner or later, the U.S. captain will pick up his shield and embark on the battlefield again. S.h.i.e.l.d. will be a good shelter."

Luke, like a stockbroker on Wall Street, said that Rogers, who had planned to retire and return to ordinary life, was a little shaken.

"Let me see. Thank you, Luke."

Rogers gave his sincere thanks.

"It's not just you, Steve. This country is in mourning for President Roosevelt and in cheering for the victory of the war. Everyone is confused and no one knows where to go..."

Luke drank the gin out of his glass and patted Rogers on the shoulder.

The position of Captain America is actually very embarrassing.

In the original plot, Rogers fell into a glacier and was chased by the military as a war hero.

For a dead man who can't speak, of course, he can be raised infinitely. It's hard to praise him too much.

But now it's different. Rogers is still alive.

So apart from the hero's false name, the military does not intend to give any real reward.

Luke understood this very early.

The so-called "war hero" is just a military mascot.

When the country needs you, naturally hold high and vigorously publicize the so-called heroic deeds and positive images.

But once the war is over, they will lose their value and become dispensable in an instant.

That's the case with Rogers.

The United States, which won the war and was ready to sit down and share the cake, no longer needed an American captain to sell bonds.

So he was abandoned. The military didn't ask. The White House could give him nothing but honor.

Luke, who knows the trajectory of the future, began to prepare long ago.

He captured Rome in Italy and achieved an indelible and amazing record.

Then he defeated Hydra, initially laid his own foundation, and gradually won his personal voice.

Now he is no longer a hero in vain, but a general with real power.

"I hope you can give me an answer next time we meet, Steve."

Luke raised his hand to look at the time, pressed the tip under the glass and paid Rogers by the way.

He's going to see the next guest.