Marvel’s Superman

"Major General Cavill, what else do you want to add?"

After listening to a long speech, the president's head went up a little, and he asked subconsciously.

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

Especially for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D., the plans made are more detailed and specific.

From the expansion of personnel in various departments, down to the application requirements for annual fixed funds.

This made the chief of staff sitting on the sofa on the other side twitch his eyelids and his heart fluttered.

The poor budget committee, if they continue to pluck wool like this, I'm afraid my head will be bald.

"Then I'll say a few more words..."

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

It seems that his thoughts did not make the president feel bored.

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

Some common phrases have been replaced with the proposals mentioned before, and the budget, the amount of funds, the number of staff in various departments, etc. have been increased.

Then, repeat it again.

When the long chant ended, the president sitting across from him, and the generals on the sofa were expressionless and their eyes were dull--the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skill cards for conversation, Constantine's "Master of Fools".

To everyone in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth converged into a bombarding sound like a mental attack.

It is obviously worthless nonsense, but it is deeply imprinted in my mind, and it makes people want to listen to it.

"That's a little bit of a personal, immature view."

Luke used this sentence as a closing remark.

In the Oval Office, a moment of silence

No one spoke, not even breathing was faint.

The president sitting opposite, and the generals on the sofa, were like clay sculptures and wood sculptures, lifeless.

"It's a perfect plan."

After a long while, Mr. President nodded in agreement with a bitter expression.

He really didn't want to accept another mental bombardment, and the rest of the crowd also responded, for fear that Major General Cavill would continue to speak.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely not betray the trust of His Excellency the President and the generals."

Luke looked moved and gave a thumbs up for his language ability.

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

All were successfully passed!

"Zhakang is really excellent."

Luke sighed.

It's a pity that Constantine on the studio next door, this flickering technique is too metaphysical, otherwise you can brush up your proficiency.

After all, mouth cannon is an essential skill for every protagonist.

Nominate a certain yellow hair to be Hokage, a set of love and justice, fetters and peace of the mouth, let countless strong defeats.

"If there is nothing else, this will end today's meeting."

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

This is like facing four or five beautiful girls with hot bodies at one time. After enjoying it, I suddenly feel powerless, and seeing no matter how beautiful the body is, there will be no sexual interest.

The generals in the Pentagon also got up one after another, one by one, they seemed to have stayed up all night, their eyes were red, their feet were staggering, and they pushed open the door and left.

They were both drained to the last bit of energy by Major General Cavill, and now their minds are still echoing with each other's chatter-like tirade.

"Next, it's time to find old friends."

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

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...

Brooklyn, Old Joseph 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.

As a result, Luke released his own pigeons.

Jingle!

The crisp copper bell rang.

In the closed pub, someone pushed the door and came in.

"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"

Luke, who entered the pub, greeted the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.

They are all old customers.

When he was a spirited boy in Brooklyn, he used to help old Joseph look at the shop, clean the table, and make some pocket money.

The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately he was unlucky. Every time he transported goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and flameout.

Not only that, but even riding a bicycle will have an accident, either hitting or being hit by someone.

In old Joseph's own words, he had a grudge against the carrier in his life, and once he came into contact with him, it would be bad luck.

In desperation, he could only switch to a tavern and barely make a living.

However, since Luke became a war hero, the tavern has been booming, and many New Yorkers have come to check in.

"Luke, you little bastard! Tsk tsk, they're all generals now, and Frank may never have imagined that his nephew could become a war hero!"

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

"I wonder if Mr. Major General is used to drinking high-end red wine, can he still accept Brooklyn's malt beer?"

Luke shrugged and raised his square glass.

Tons of tons! Tons of tons!

"You can have another drink."

Luke, who had finished drinking in one breath, laughed.

Old Joseph nodded in satisfaction and filled his glass.

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

Seeing Luke come over with a beer and sit down, Rogers asked with a smile.

Since the end of the war, he has been in semi-retirement.

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

Luke leaned back in his chair, raised his head and said, "There is Jamie who had a fight, he is now a truck driver, following his father's business. And Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit across the street, gave him free After Bucky's bag of bread, everyone had a hard time..."

"Yeah. You know what? That guy Jamie used to show off to people that he was beaten up by Superman, and was complacent about it."

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

"Luke, I've been dreaming these days. In my dream, you and I, and Bucky, are running around the Brooklyn block. There's no Captain America, Superman, or Sergeant Barnes."

"Then jumped into the field. I saw Bucky fall off a cliff, and to stop the Red Skull, I boarded the plane that was carrying the Valkyrie missiles... I don't know why, you're not in this story."

"I fell into a cold place, and it wasn't until a long, long time later that I was woken up. They said the war was over."

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

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

"Haha, Margery said the same thing. Maybe I've been through the war so much that I can't forget all those memories."

Rogers restrained his sentimental emotions. He is now receiving a salary from the military. He only needs to clock in regularly every day and sit in the office with a newspaper and read it for a whole day.

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

When peace comes, heroes seem useless.

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

Luke looked at Captain America opposite, and said softly: "Captain America can't sit in the office all his life reading newspapers, pick up that shield, go to the battlefield again, and shuttle through the hail of bullets - such a tense life can make your heart Vigorous beating, there is a real feeling of being alive."

"I agree with Howard's point of view that one of the greatest joys in life lies in taking risks! It is in 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, and he lived in his old Brooklyn house.

The walls were repainted, the sofa, big bed and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets... These trivial things were all done by him.

Margery, who came to live with her, said that it was just idle and boring to pass the time.

Rogers agreed.

There was an empty space in his heart that could not be filled.

So looking for something to do.

"You want me to join S.H.I.E.L.D. because of Atlantis?"

Rogers asked.

The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami on Anna Maria Island made headlines.

In addition to being in the Army Department, Captain America also heard some wind.

"Not all. Major General Cavill needed a partner, so he thought of his old buddy Captain America."

Luke looked at the hesitant Rogers and smiled, "Are you ready for battle, Steve?"

In a trance, Captain America remembered his and Luke's rescue of Bucky, and the other party asked himself the same.

"Ready, Commander."

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

"Then, welcome to join the - Invasion Group."

As Luke said, the two wine glasses collided and made a crisp sound.

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