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The gangs at that time were just a group of poor people, and they weren't taken seriously by anyone.

It was not until later that special groups called "Families" began to emerge.

They were "professionals" that came into being after the rise of the industrial society, and their main responsibility is to raise campaign funds for political party candidates and to buy votes for their elections.

In the past, no one would have valued those immigrant groups because of their low status and poverty.

But the "Families" keenly discovered their value, and the gangs formed by the workers at the beginning gradually changed.

One got loads of rum to drink, and the other provided stable votes to politicians.

The two sides hit it off!

However, no one expected the follow-up development.

"Prohibition" provided a lot of wealth to these gangs, coupled with the rise of labor unions, labor movements also became frequent.

[Prohibition was a nationwide ban on the sale and import of alcoholic beverages that lasted from 1920 to 1933. But it's smuggling gave a lot of wealth to the gangs and families]

These gangsters had finally found a place in the social order!

On one hand they had loads of wealth, while on the other they had the backing of politicians because of their power to generate votes.

All this played a big role in the rise of gangsters.

Like the Irish gang which Uncle Frank was part of, they had a very close relationship with the senior executive of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, Mr. Jimmy Hoffa.

[Editor note: Teamsters.]

This union represented nearly one million truck drivers and warehouse workers, and later reached 2.3 million members at its peak.

It can be said that if you one was running for mayor or councilor and if they can get help from the union, then it was already a win for them.

Gangs, labor unions, and politicians come together in a tight chain of interests.

"It's a pity that this glory won't last long" Luke silently mulled over it.

Whether it is Irish or Italian.

Their power was only temporary.

Even if the former succeeded in electing Kennedy as the president, and the latter had close ties with Edgar Hoover, the first director of the FBI.

It was just that the gangsters are, after all, a deformed product of social order.

With the end of World War II, they will inevitably decline and will be reduced to tools in the hands of politicians and the rich. It would be difficult to regain the glory of the past.

'In marvel, a gangster has no future. Even if he becomes a Godfather or Family Head!'

These were Luke's inner thoughts.

Seeing Luke's indifferent look, Frank finally lost his cool.

"Why are you so stubborn? Can't you just do what I ask? Join the gang and you will have a secure future, you will be able to take my seat. Why don't you want to? Stop wasting your life! The world won't accept you for nothing!"

He had a good relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers and he didn't wish to ruin it. After retiring, he may get a seat as the honorary president at a branch in the union.

Although it was just a position with no power, he was going to get a good salary every month.

If Luke joined the gang, then there was a chance that Mr. Hoffa may help out Luke in settling in his life.

"Uncle Frank, don't worry about me. Here, cover yourself with a blanket, it's still cold outside!"

Luke didn't refute, and put a thick blanket on Frank's legs with a grin.

If he followed Captain America and joined the Howling Commandos, he might really be a war hero!

Unfortunately, even if one becomes a hero, he is still a tool or a mascot in the eyes of politicians and the rich.

So Luke had another idea.

Meanwhile, at a military camp somewhere in New York.

In the conference room, the female officer is reporting about the incident at the conscription station to her boss.

"— Colonel Phillips, I think that guy named Luke Cavill has a problem!"

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Somewhere in a Military Camp, New York.

In the conference room, the gallant female officer was briefing her superior.

"—Colonel Phillips, I think there is something wrong with that Luke Cavill guy!"

Carter briefly summarized the attack that Dr. Erskine encountered near the World Expo Of Tomorrow's venue and then talked about Luke, who was listed among the suspects.

"I've seen the wounds on the German spies; all of them were one-shot! Ordinary people can't do this! Cavill must have practiced marksmanship and is quite good at it!"

The female officer concluded with certainty in her tone.

After leaving the Conscription Station, the doubts in her mind never went away.

That young guy from Brooklyn single-handedly killed more than one professionally trained spies; it felt unbelievable.

There were too many things that didn't make sense!

Therefore, Carter believed it was likely a plot by Hydra.

By sacrificing those German spies, they wanted to get close to Dr. Erskine!

Then, they will implement their evil plan!

Germany preferred kidnapping more than killing Dr. Erskine.

The value of Super Soldier Serum just couldn't be neglected.

Whoever obtained it will be able to influence the course of the world war.

Such threat and potential just can't be ignored.

Colonel Phillips, who was sitting in his seat, shook his head and whispered, "He's not a problem."

"I've sent someone to investigate Luke Cavill. His parents were Irish immigrants, died very early. The administration took pity on him, and he had excellent grades and was academically gifted; he was even offered a scholarship every year, but he later dropped out of high school after he turned seventeen!"

"Why did he drop out of school?"

Carter was puzzled.

"You should know that Irish immigrants aren't well received. It is very common to be bullied and discriminated against. As a result, Cavill often fought with other students at school. When the teachers encountered this, they had to call his parents, but well, he had no parents ..."

Colonel Philips shrugged his shoulders and helplessly said, "After fighting the bullies, he still had to deal with unreasonable adults. For a 17-year-old, it wasn't something easy to deal with. "

Carter went silent.

She can imagine how difficult those years were for Luke Cavill, who was an orphan.

"But... where did he get the gun, and how did he learn marksmanship?"

Carter hesitantly asked.

Through the Colonel's account, she dispelled her inner suspicions.

However, Carter didn't understand how an ordinary young man in Brooklyn could shoot with such precision!

"Cavill's uncle, Frank, is a veteran, the kind that actually survived from the battlefield through combat. He went on to join the Irish gangs and did some dirty work. Now, he's about to retire as the Honorary president of one of the Truck Drivers' Union branches. "

Colonel Philips informed her about the results of the investigation.

He knew that Carter had always been competitive and good at her job.

It's just that she was somewhat obsessed with showing that she wasn't inferior to any male.

Sometimes, Colonel Philips had a headache due to this.

He wouldn't have had such a good temper if the other party hadn't been a Brit and wasn't a faction of the American Military.

After all, The Strategic Scientific Reserve had very diverse members, with talented people recruited from all over the world and of all genders.

Carter was one of them.

"Luke Cavill isn't a German spy. He has nothing to do with the Germans. I don't think Hitler, no matter how capable he is in provoking people, could make a young man who grew up in Brooklyn turn into a spy for Germany. "

"Sure, Cavill did do some underhanded stuff, but the Strategic Scientific Reserve isn't interested in those, and interfering gang-fights isn't our job. We're against the Hydra, and winning this war by defeating the Axis is our aim!"

Colonel Phillips emphasized the last part, instructing her to stop nagging him about Luke.

He didn't want Carter to stir up this hornet's nest, which the Irish gangs were!

Those people had now joined forces with the Unions and helped politicians gather votes and interfere with the elections.

In recent years, their power had increased exponentially.

Even Colonel Phillips didn't wish to provoke such unnecessary trouble!

God knows how many Capitol Hill lawyers were standing behind them!

Instead, he seemed to think of something and said, "Erskine seemed to be very interested in those two. Luke Cavill, and... What's the name of the other guy?"

"Steve Rogers," Carter replied.

"Yes, yes! Erskine wants to take them both and recruit them to Camp Lehigh. "

Colonel Philips pondered for a moment and asked, "What do you think of this, Carter?"

Camp Lehigh, on the surface, was a place to train recruits.

However, the real purpose was to select test subjects to be injected with the Super Soldier Serum.

Erskine's intention was undoubtedly to get Luke Cavill, and Steve Rogers selected.

Colonel Phillips didn't think there was any problem with the former.

Luke was tall and strong, and he could even take care of three German spies all by himself.

Even if he wasn't selected in the end, it doesn't change the fact that he would become a good soldier.

But —

Steve Rogers?

That small, skinny guy looked like he could be blown away just by a gust of wind.

It would be ridiculous if the Allies had to be saved by such a guy!

"If this is Dr. Erskine's idea, then I think it's fine, Colonel!" Carter thought for a moment and answered.

"Well then, I'll leave the matter to you. I want to see them on the bus to New Jersey. "

Colonel Philips nodded and handed off the assignment.

He figured, anyway, with Rogers' physique, he probably wouldn't even make it through basic training for the recruits.

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Knock-knock*

Luke, who had returned to his room, opened the door.

Outside, he found Rogers standing with the frosty-looking female officer. He couldn't help but ask in surprise, "What's going on, Steve?"

He thought that the Strategic Scientific Reserve would investigate him and perhaps even drag him in for questioning in the name of assistance.

As an important person protected by the military, Abraham Erskine, gave them the perfect reason to do anything they wanted.

"Steve, what are you so happy about?"

It seemed like he wasn't able to hold back his smile. Was being dragged in for interrogation something to be happy about?

"Luke! I can now join the army! We will leave for New Jersey tomorrow!"

Steve was so happy that he was almost shouting while giving him the news.

His days of depression finally were finally over!

Luke's eyebrows trembled a bit when he heard what Steve just said.

'They decided to recruit us!'

Despite the changes in the plot, Steve Rogers was still on the road to becoming 'Captain America' just like the original timeline.

"I thought the process would be a little more complicated. "

Luke collected his emotions and regained his composure.

It seemed that the plan to obtain the Super Soldier Serum had completed its first stage.

"Luke Cavill, are you willing to serve your country and bring us honor on the battlefield against the Axis?"

Carter asked coldly.

'As if I have the right to refuse…'

Luke looked at the two soldiers with live ammunition standing behind Carter and thought silently.

'Since I chose to enter the military's radar and have already aroused Dr. Erskine's interest.'

'At this moment, there was no turning back.'

"Ahem, since the organization has already made the decision, I… ."

Luke resisted the urge to say something patriotic on the spot and just accepted the military draft.

...

The next day, early morning.

Luke, now drafted in the military, packed up his luggage and went with Rogers, who was more than just excited, to take a special military truck to Camp Lehigh in New Jersey.

Before leaving, they met several important personnel from the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

For example, the serious-looking, Colonel Phillips.

The creator of the Super Soldier Serum, Dr. Abraham Erskine.

Howard Stark, who was well known in New York.

And of course, Agent Carter, who still had a cold expression.

And so on ...

The Strategic Scientific Reserve was a temporary organization specially established by the Allies to win the war.

It was personally approved by President Roosevelt and the heads of the European countries.

The main purpose of such gathering elites from various fields was to fight against the Third Reich's Hydra - a certain evil organization symbolized by the monster Hydra.

The secondary purpose was to implement the 'Super Soldier' plan and to end the war which was sweeping through the world.

The current leader of Hydra is Johann Schmidt, nicknamed 'Red Skull'.

He was said to be a member of Hitler's inner circle.

His authority was so higher that he was one of the people whose approval led to the formation of the Secret Police in Germany.

'Red Skull isn't the one who founded the Hydra…'

Luke thought as he sat on a military truck, swaying from side to side.

He remembered the cartoons mentioning that the origin of the original Hydra was quite early enough to go back even further.

Red skull just used this name.

There were some similarities between him and his idol, Adolf Hitler.

"Luke, do you think we would meet Bucky?" Rogers asked, clutching his bag.

Thinking of Bucky's surprised expression when he finds out that they have joined the army and set foot on the battlefield, he couldn't help looking forward to their next meeting.

Luke laughed and said, "Bucky should have already reached England and may even be fighting in the war as we talk."

He could understand why Rogers was so obsessed with serving in the army.

For a long time, this little man had been made fun of and bullied because of his thin figure.

In such cases, the future only followed two paths.

Some people, like Rogers, maintained an optimistic and positive attitude;

While others developed distrust and self-imposed apathy.

The former are few and far between, while the latter are numerous.

And this was probably why Steve Rogers became Captain America.

He was a man who always had a positive approach to things.

Rogers was keen to serve in the army, not out of strong patriotic feelings —— he wasn't the kind of a person who was eager to get some military honors and medals.

This skinny little guy is trying to prove that he was no different than the stronger guys.

"Luke, why did Howard Stark go to Camp Lehigh? Was he also drafted as a soldier?" Rogers asked with a curious face.

He didn't know anything about the 'Super Soldier' plan or the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

He only thought that they went to Camp Lehigh to receive training for new recruits.

"Stark isn't the same as us, he's a scientific consultant. A full-fledged senior officer!"

Luke shook his head.

As two new recruits, how could they compare to Howard Stark?

Both sides were treated differently!

Howard Stark was able to take a smooth and comfortable private car and talk and laugh with a group of senior officers along the way.

In the evening, he might even go out and have fun.

While he and Rogers had to stay in the military truck that rocked like a lurching ship.

Luke smiled meaningfully, "Get ready to live like a soldier, Rogers!"

For Rogers, who was far from strong, recruit training is no easy task.

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A week later.

"Steve, are you all right?"

Luke, who finished the rucking, handed a towel to the thin little man.

(TNote: Rucking = Walking a long trail with a weighted rucksack)

He looked like he had been fished out of the water, and his military camouflage was soaked with sweat.

His chest was heaving up and down heavily, as if pulling the bellows, emitting a heavy huffing and puffing sound.

Even the easiest 5-kilometer rucking was an impossible challenge for Rogers that had poor physical fitness.

"No, it's fine! I just need a break ... and I'll be fine!"

Luke looked at Rogers, who was talking between each breath he took, fearing that he would suddenly pass out.

Steve was able to persevere until now, forced himself to stand up, he was indeed very determined.

Regardless of each day's training assignment, Rogers was the last to finish and the one with the worst grades.

But in terms of efforts, he wasn't inferior to others, sometimes better than others.

"I feel much better! Thank you, Luke!" After a few breaths, Rogers thanked him with a grateful smile.

If it wasn't for Luke's help, his situation would have been much worse.

To Rogers, Camp Lehigh was no different from the streets of Brooklyn.

People relied on strong muscles and built, bullied the weak; Such bastards can be found everywhere.

Luckily Luke came forward, otherwise Rogers would have already been beaten up more than once.

"Huddle up!"

A sharp whistle resounded, and the recruits, who had long since developed a conditioned reflex, trotted over and stood in neat formation.

Some of them had learned the hard way about what happened when they disobeyed orders, or what happened when someone acted like a prick.

That cold faced female officer with a British accent wasn't as weak as she looked.

The recruit who took the punch, Gilmer Hodge, was very vocal about this - he still had a Band-Aid over his nose bridge.

What's more, high-intensity physical training every day was enough to release everyone's extra 'energy', by the end of the day they were too tired to create trouble.

"From the report over the last few weeks, which recruit has the best scores and the best performance?"

Standing not far away, looking at the new recruits being lectured, Colonel Philips asked.

"It's Luke Cavill."

Carter, who was holding the score sheet, raised an eyebrow.

She really didn't expect the answer to be the young man from Brooklyn.

Not only was his marksmanship amazing, but his performance in other test subjects were excellent.

Shooting targets, marching with weight, climbing barbed wire and other physical training.

Luke could easily win the first place and left the one who was placed second, far behind.

"I knew it! Erskine, as I said, Cavill is the most suitable candidate!"

Colonel Philips said as he clapped his hands.

He looked at Luke, the strong, sturdy man in the lineup, with admiration in his eyes.

The other party perfectly conformed to the definition and image of a good soldier in the Colonel's mind.

"Wait! We still have time."

Dr. Erskine, who was standing nearby, replied.

His eyes didn't stop at Luke, but looked at Rogers, who stood out in the lineup.

If they were to choose a big strong man as the Super Soldier.

Then there was no need for Erskine to start this secret selection at all.

Just pick anyone out of the army.

In this world, there had never been a shortage of good soldiers who knew how to obey orders and had strong muscles.

However, it was quite difficult to find a truly good person, they needed a 'Super Soldier' who had strength but will never misuse it.

Erskine knew he didn't have much time, but he still chose to be patient and think carefully.

He had high hopes from Rogers.

That thin little guy has a rare quality that touches people's hearts!

"You asked me to look into Rogers' life! Yes, he is indeed a ... good man! But what's that going to do? If the bureaucrats of the Committee know that the choice for Super Soldier was a thin guy who was as skinny as a piece of wood and can't even finish a 5km run; What will they think?"

Colonel Philips said with discontent.

In his opinion, war was a matter of comparing the strength of both sides, not the character of the soldiers.

"The selection isn't over, time is not up yet. Colonel, let's wait patiently for a little longer!"

Dr. Erskine ended the conversation.

But this time, his eyes were on to Luke.

...

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Before going, Dr. Erskine said as he looked at the training soldiers, "General Patton once said, 'Wars might be fought with weapons, but they are won by men'! We can definitely win this war because we have the best soldiers!"

"The Strategic Scientific Reserve is composed of various national allies. The best and brightest of the free world have gathered here! Our goal is to build the most powerful army, ever! And every army has a leader!"

"By next week, we will choose that person!"

And after a moment of silence, he continued, "He will be the first super soldier!"

"And he will send Adolf Hitler to hell with his own hands!"

...

At the end of the two-week training-program for recruits, Colonel Philips finally revealed the 'Super Soldier' selection program to the recruits.

He held Carter's score sheet in his hand and looked over at the tall and well-built Luke.

As expected, this young man from Brooklyn was still excellent in his performance.

Judging from the physical quality and the comprehensive results from various training programs, he was a well-deserved first place among the recruits of Camp Lehigh.

'This is the Super Soldier our country needs!'

Colonel Phillips was very satisfied with the results.

But when his eyes accidentally landed on the thin and weak Rogers, he couldn't help but sigh.

Despite the fact that the other party trained seriously and never slacked off, his naturally weak physique made it very difficult for him to become a competent soldier.

"I really don't know what Erskine is thinking!"

Colonel Phillips was a little annoyed.

He was under pressure from the Committee and the White House's watchful eye.

If the 'Super Soldier' couldn't satisfy the military, then his career would very well be over.

It was important to know that various countries had invested a lot of manpower and resources to set up the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Now, everyone was waiting for the result!

...

After the meeting, the recruits were dismissed.

However, the recruits had half expected who was going to be selected and were bootlicking him.

"Boss Luke! Your performance should be the best of all the new recruits. You should be the super soldier!"

Back at the barracks, Gilmer Hodge, who had been lectured by Carter, was one of such people.

He was considered a mob character in the original plot.

He often bullied the skinny Rogers, because of his large size and hard punches.

However, this time due to Luke, things were different.

Hodge, who felt satisfaction by bullying the weak, suffered the first defeat in his life.

On the night before arriving at Camp Lehigh, Hodge tried to make fun of Rogers, but Luke stuffed his head into the toilet.

He thought his fists were hard enough, but Luke, who had beaten gangsters, cut down gangs and 'painted houses', had a lot of real life experience. It was like a sheep meeting a lion, it was a one sided massacre.

Since then, no one among the trainees would dare to mess with the Brooklyn duo.

Hodge, who was stuffed into the toilet, became Luke's faithful gofer.

He would follow him around every day, calling him boss. Just like a bootlicker!

Luke once wondered if this guy had masochistic tendencies, or if his brain was filled with water when he was stuffed in the toilet.

(TNote: head/brain filled with water = became an idiot.)

However, he later realized that bullies like Hodge, who were afraid of bullying and bullied people, often believed in the simple thinking that 'the strong have the last say'.

Therefore, it was normal for him to act like this.

All in all, Luke seems to have turned on the King of Soldiers template and had managed to dominate the entire Camp Lehigh without realizing it.

(TNote: template/ character template = It's where you define your character's race, backstory, appearance, abilities, goals and flaws—everything you'll need to successfully place them in your game/story. For example a Character card.)

Colonel Philips not only praised Luke, but he was hailed everywhere he went in the barracks.

"Use your head and think about it. If the conditions for selecting Super Soldiers were training results and strong muscles, then couldn't the military just pick someone from the army?"

Luke didn't treat Hodge differently just because this guy bootlicked a lot.

"Yes, Boss Luke has a point!"

Hodge had a smile as he cleaned the barracks.

"Steve, don't be discouraged! I can see Dr. Erskine thinks highly of you!"

Ignoring the fawning Hodge, Luke walked up to Rogers.

The future Captain America is somewhat depressed right now.

When he saw Luke's excellent performance and thought of his poor performance, he was inevitably a little depressed.

"I wasn't thinking about becoming a Super Soldier. But I'm starting to wonder if my choice to join the military and serve was the right choice? Maybe Bucky had a point. If you aren't destined to do something, giving up is also a kind of courage!"

Rogers sounded like he had reached a new low point in his life, and his tone was full of doubt towards himself.

Through these days of training, he finally realized how weak he was.

"I don't think so. Dr. Erskine saw you and drafted you into the military, so he surely found some good qualities in you that are worth considering! Confidence, that's the secret to success, don't be defeated by a momentary setback! A character of gold is worth more than strong muscles ..."

Luke brought up a steaming bowl of chicken soup for the soul, filling Rogers' eyes with light and fighting spirit.

(TNote: Chicken soup for the soul = speech/story intended to encourage someone to make more effort or to think more positively.)

If he kept up the good work and said a few more inspirational sayings from the future, perhaps Captain America would regard him as a spiritual mentor.

'So, it was possible to learn something by reading some marketing mottos…'

Luke breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Rogers's mood slowly returned to normal.

After all, Captain America was an important part of his plan.

During the 2-week training for recruits, Luke unapologetically distinguished himself and achieved excellent results.

And he did that obviously for the Super Soldier Serum.

It was just that.

However, he didn't wish to wear the star-spangled banner uniform and take Captain America's place!

'Even if I become a super soldier, I will inevitably be regarded as a mascot by politicians! I don't want to perform on stage and debut as an idol!'

Luke's thinking is very clear.

The military researched the Super Soldier Serum.

The real purpose was to form an invincible and powerful army.

In this way, they could march into Berlin and end the war.

According to the development of the original plot, Dr. Erskine will be assassinated, the only sample will also be destroyed, and the formula for the Super Soldier Serum will be lost forever.

Rogers' usefulness at war, as the only Super Soldier, was at most as an mascot to promote buying of war bonds - that was what the politicians thought.

If Luke replaced Rogers and donned the Stars and Stripes uniform, his ending would probably be similar.

Suppose he did it differently and saved Dr. Erskine.

The next step would be the mass production of Super Soldiers.

Luke still wouldn't have any future, because he would no longer be the special one.

Therefore, after much consideration.

Luke decided to show his excellent side and strived to win Colonel Philips' admiration and put more pressure on Dr. Erskine.

With two suitable candidates, the story may progress differently.

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At dusk, Erskine went looking for Luke, who was resting in the barracks.

The German scientist didn't beat around the bush and explained the reason for his arrival.

"Colonel Philips thinks you're the best candidate for Super Soldier. What do you think, Luke?"

Feeling that scrutinizing gaze, Luke's kept his calm..

After a moment of thought, he replied without hesitating, "What a super soldier needs to possess is not just a strong body, rather, it's knowing compassion and having a good heart!"

He could see that Dr. Erskine was testing him.

Rogers was always the right person in the other party's mind.

After the 'Red Skull' incident, the German scientist had a bit of trauma.

Even if Luke performed well, Erskine wasn't as impressed as he was by Rogers' words at the recruiting station.

Erskine pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose and asked with a hesitant tone, "Who do you think meets such conditions in the camp?"

"My friend Steve Rogers. His character is most trustworthy."

Luke's eyes were determined, as if he was inwardly convinced of this.

Hearing this satisfactory answer, Erskine's last doubt disappeared without a trace.

Originally, he was suspicious of Luke's involvement in the gangs and the high probability that he had blood on his hands.

He was afraid that if the other party became a super soldier, he would be like Red Skull and completely lose his sense of humanity!

Because of the effectiveness of the serum, that is what would happen.

"Very good!"

Erskine patted Luke on the shoulder and smiled approvingly.

Originally, he and Colonel Philips had very different ideas, and neither could convince the other.

Luke's answer completely dispelled Erskine's doubts.

He spoke solemnly, "You will both be super soldiers!"

...

Next week, Luke and Rogers left Camp Lehigh and boarded a car for New York.

As for the trained recruits, they became reserve soldiers.

If the serum injection is successful, everyone has a chance to become a super soldier.

"I never thought we would be back in Brooklyn so soon!"

Rogers lamented.

He sat next to Luke, looking through the window, gazing at the familiar buildings.

"So, the Colonel was right, fortune favors the foolish. "

Luke joked.

When Rogers learned that he had been selected as a test subject for the super soldier, he couldn't wait to find Luke to share it, only to see Colonel Phillips in the barracks.

The latter, with a look of disgust, glanced at Rogers and uttered this phrase.

Remembering that incident, Rogers didn't feel bad but rather had an earnest expression, "This isn't good luck! It's all thanks to you and Dr. Erskine! I couldn't have made it this far without your help."

He heard from Colonel Phillips that Luke had recommended him to Dr. Erskine on his own initiative.

Although Rogers wasn't very good at expressing his emotions, he remembered this gratitude in his heart.

"If you were a woman, I might have accepted your 'gratitude'."

Luke made a disgusted face and snickered, "See that block, that alley, and the parking lot out there, those are your old 'battlefields'!"

Rogers lowered his head and smiled awkwardly.

He had been beaten a lot because he couldn't get rid of his nosy habit.

These 'battlefields' were actually the places where he had been beaten before.

"Did you have something against running away?"

Carter, who was sitting in the front and driving, asked.

She was the entourage this time and was responsible for getting Luke and Rogers safely to their destination.

"You start running, they'll never let you stop! If you stand up and fight back, you will have the opportunity to defeat them one day!"

Rogers spoke of his inner feelings, and Carter was a bit moved by his sincere tone.

Dr. Erskine didn't choose him for no reason. At least this courage is worthy of praise.

"Being underestimated is something I have often experienced. "

Carter seemed to be drawn by the idea and said a few more words in a rare moment.

On normal days in Camp Lehigh, this female officer was like an iceberg, keeping people away.

Even the notorious playboy Howard Stark, would be careful around her. So far, not one dinner invitation was accepted.

"Miss Carter, I don't understand why you want to join the army. You are a beautiful lady ..."

Rogers glanced at Carter and began to speak with the emotional intelligence of a 'straight man' - You know, what the other party hated most is when people say she's too good-looking to be an agent in this line of work.

(TNote: straight man = slang word; it's not about their sexuality; it means awkwardly sexist males that don't understand women at all.)

Carter had a strong character and had never thought that she would lose to any man in terms of ability.

Seeing that Rogers was about to anger her, Luke hastily intervened by asking, "How much longer until we get there?"

"Soon. "

Carter glanced at Rogers coldly, snorted, and stopped talking.

The latter looked innocent, not knowing where he was wrong.

"Rogers, your ability to talk to women is among the worst I've ever seen!"

Luke shook his head and whispered in low voice.

The car remained quiet for the rest of the journey.

About 20 minutes or so, they arrived at their destination.

The trio stepped out of the car and pushed open the door of an antique shop.

Yes, this was the secret base of the Strategic Scientific Reserve.

Carter exchanged codes with an older woman and led Luke and Rogers into the inner room.

"What a cliché design. "

Luke looked at the shelves full of books.

Entering the interior of the base, each door is guarded by heavily armed soldiers.

From time to time, some researchers in white coats would walk by with files in their hands.

Rogers, who was seeing this kind of scene for the first time, was a little nervous.

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Rogers looked at Luke, as they walked side by side.

He found him to be calm and relaxed.

'That's so like him!'

Rogers thought to himself.

Actually, Luke's true emotions were far less calm than they seemed.

From Brooklyn streets, step by step to the Strategic Scientific Reserve's secret base, and about to receive the Super Soldier serum injection.

This wasn't an easy task.

'In order to get the plug-in, I went on desperately. '

(TNote: plug-in = component that adds a specific feature to an existing character template.)

The three went down to the bottom floor and saw two metal coffin-like boxes in the middle of the room, where Dr. Erskine and Howard-Stark were talking about something.

Colonel Philips and the Senators who were in attendance, stayed in the control room on the second floor.

Everyone was looking forward to witness a miracle!

"Let's get started."

Dr. Erskine said to the two men.

Luke and Rogers looked at each other, and took off their garrison caps and coats.

The contrast between their physiques was obvious.

The former is strong and well-defined, while the latter is as thin as dry wood.

Seeing that, the researchers around them shook their heads and sighed. They doubted whether Rogers could survive the serum injection.

"It's okay, you can do it!"

Luke squeezed Rogers' shoulder as if to inject courage into him.

If Steve wasn't around, he would be the one to debut as an idol and sell war bonds!

Seeing him nod in agreement, Luke turned his attention to what was before him, a metal box with complex wires and cables inserted on both sides.

Howard Stark, who sported a mustache, was in-charge of operating the machine.

He was currently at the console, busy with the preparation for the serum injection.

This talented millionaire, who had good relations with the military elites under the banner of patriotism, was also one of the participants in this project.

Click!

A bright light flashed as the Staff from the Military's Public Affairs Department snapped a photo of Luke and Rogers standing together.

This was a memorable historical moment!

"It's time to start!"

Erskine cleared the people, leaving only Howard Stark and other researchers.

"You'll both make it!"

The doctor seriously said.

He was only going to choose one person to make a super soldier.

However, Luke's outstanding performance and sincere attitude made Erskine's original idea waver.

So, he and Colonel Phillips, each took a step back.

It was decided that both of these candidates would be injected with the serum and become super soldiers.

In the words of Colonel Phillips, "At least one will succeed".

Dr. Erskine patiently explained the process, and then the shells of the two metal boxes placed together slowly closed.

"It will start out as a series of minimally invasive injections to inject the serum into the muscle groups. After this step is completed, it will trigger radical changes in the cells ..."

Luke was plunged into darkness, unable to see the slightest bit of light from the outside world. He could only hear Dr. Erskine's voice talking to Howard Stark.

The cold needles pierced his skin, and the serum was steadily pushed into the body, which merged with countless cells.

"Weird, I don't feel much pain..."

Luke was worried that the process of injecting the super soldier serum would be extremely painful.

At least in his memory, Rogers shouted at the top of his lungs and almost died.

"Start the instrument!"

Luke heard Dr. Erskine's voice.

The metal instrument connected to the cable introduced a sizzling strong current.

A burst of white light broke out!

"Fuck!"

Luke instantly felt intensively excruciating pain, as if his muscle fibers were pulled into a million strips.

His whole body felt like it was torn apart!

Not only the physical, but the mental strain was just as unbearable.

However, the intense pain, enough to make people crazy, only lasted a short moment.

Then, as if it was absorbed, it just disappeared!

[100%]

On his retina, clear data emerged.

The progress bar, which had been stagnant for years, had finally completely loaded.

[Player identity Cleared]

[Gift pack is being issued]

[Issued successfully]

[Please check]

Lines of information flew out.

Then, the hazy white light slightly lit up.

A huge stream of data, like a waterfall, scrolled down to form a character panel -

Host: Luke (Luke Cavill)

Loaded Card: None

Ability: None

Reputation: None

Task List: Not yet opened

"..."

Luke felt a bit puzzled.

After working so hard for so long, he only got three empty stats?

"Forget it, let's first open the gift pack!"

Luke was familiar with it and clicked on the conscious space.

Open!

With a slight thought, a golden shimmering light erupted.

Many characters poured into his mind.

"Golden Superman ..."

"Silver Superman ..."

"Cyborg Superman ..."

"Quantum Superman ..."

"Ultraman ..."

"Superboy-Prime ..."

"..."

Various forms of Superman templates are displayed in front of Luke's eyes.

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[Superman Card detected, would you like to accept it?]

"Yes!"

[Would you like to don the cape?]

"Um... no!"

[Loading succeeded]

Luke opened character panel again --

Host: Luke (Luke Cavill)

Loaded Card: Superman (LV1)

Abilities: Stellar Energy (Passive), Bio Force Field (Passive)

Reputation: None

Task list: Not yet opened

Then, rows and rows of specific information representing his physical data flooded into his brain.

A few minutes ago.

Colonel Phillips was in the control room exchanging some words with Senator Brandt, one of the members of the Committee.

"I'm glad you can come, Senator. "

The Colonel said with a smile.

With his temper, he was unwilling to deal with politicians.

Because, these guys were too hypocritical!

Always smiling, but secretly thinking about getting their own benefits.

This made Colonel Phillips, who came from a military background and attached great importance to the overall situation, uncomfortable.

But as the Executive of the Strategic Scientific Reserve and a participant in the Super Soldier program, he had to learn to socialize with politicians.

After all, research funding and allocated resources need to be approved by the Committee.

"Is that the 'Super Soldier' you chose? My God! He looks like he hasn't eaten for days!"

Senator Brandt stood in the control room on the second floor, looking down.

He was surprised to see the short and thin Rogers.

This was a little different from the super soldier the Committee wanted.

"Rogers is... a backup to prevent failure. Senator, have you seen him, Luke Cavill? That's the best soldier I've ever seen!"

Colonel Phillips looked embarrassed and pointed to Luke who was standing beside Luke.

He wasn't optimistic about Rogers. The fact that the other party was here was the result of Dr. Erskine's insistence on going his own way.

"A lot of departments are applying for funding at this stage, but the budget allocated to Strategic Scientific Reserve is always the largest! Colonel, don't let the President down. "

Senator Brandt knocked back a comment and sat down with an accompanying reporter.

His willingness to attend wasn't motivated by a love of science.

Instead, he wanted to take the credit for it in the first place.

Senator Brandt was keenly aware of the marketing value of a super soldier.

It doesn't matter whether they could change the war or not, attracting the attention of the public was the key!

5 minutes later, the experiment and serum injection were in its final stage.

The power switches of the two metal boxes had crossed 70%.

A dazzling white light flashed, almost drowning the surrounding space.

An intense painful roar came from one of the metal boxes.

It was Rogers!

The process of injecting the serum was like a million knives to him, viciously cutting every cell and every nerve in his body.

In particular, as the value of energy transmission increased, the more violent the transformation he endured, greater the physical and mental pain he suffered.

"Steve!"

Erskine's right hand twitched. The serum injection might cause the death of the test subject, it was something that everyone knew quite well.

Only the one who made it through could become a super soldier.

But it seems that Rogers couldn't withstand it.

"Colonel, what's going on?"

Senator Brandt asked, tilting his head.

Looking at the two identical metal boxes, with subjects injected with the same serum.

"Why is Rogers so agonized, while Luke isn't even responding?"

"Don't tell me he was injected with a fake serum?"

Faced with Senator Brandt's suspicion, Colonel Phillips could only shrug his shoulders with an equally puzzled expression.

"Subsequent cards need to rely on reputation to unlock ... It's just like when I played the game!"

Luke, lying in the metal instrument, didn't know the changes in the outside world.

He digested the vast amount of information received by his brain and began to understand how the so-called 'card' should be used.

First of all, there was the level setting given by the character panel.

According to different levels, the game divided Kryptonians into 6 levels.

LV1: Civilian.

LV2: Soldier.

LV3: Captain.

LV4: General.

LV5: Councilor.

LV6: Monarch.

Every time he upgraded, he would also be able to get items that were exclusively from Krypton.

For example, the Fortress of Solitude, the Codex and other key items.

"And the Superman Card I have now is 'Civilian'. In terms of both, overall quality and ability, for the time being, I am as good as the genuine Superman..."

Luke looked at the many Cards that were grayed out, while pursing his lips. Unfortunately, there were no other unlocked Cards.

The plug-in he received was essentially a game panel.

Similar to a game, he needed to follow the pattern of gaining reputation, grinding levels, and completing daily tasks.

"Clark Kent was a natural born Kryptonian with infinite potential; As for General Zod, who was also a Kryptonian, he was an innate general, and his rank should be in LV4 or LV5!"

Luke's thought of the two of the most impressive Kryptonians.

Although he was only the lowest LV1 'Civilian' right now, it was enough.

The Kryptonian body is basically a 'solar battery', and as long as it absorbs the stellar energy of the bright sun, its physical stats will continue to get stronger.

However, he just wanted to have unlimited potential, like the real Superman.

He had to work hard to gain reputation, grind levels and increase his levels.

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"One hundred percent!"

The metal box's power was turned up to maximum, the dense white light almost burned people's eyes.

An electric spark broke out at the console, and Rogers, who had painfully cried out, suddenly quieted down.

Erskine quickly asked Howard Stark to open the metal instrument. He temporarily ignored Luke, who didn't make a sound, to save Rogers first.

A burst of white gas scattered, and everyone showed an incredible expression of shock.

Steve Rogers!

That scrawny little man turned into a tall and mighty captain with big pectorals muscles in the blink of an eye!

He was now a totally different person.

The next moment!

Everyone in the control room cheered and revered in jubilation, eager to immediately throw a celebration party.

Senator Brandt was even more enthusiastic, screaming things like "Berlin should be nervous" and "Capture Hitler alive".

In his view, with a Super Soldier regiment with soldiers like Rogers, the Allies were assured of victory and could win this battle without a doubt!

However, Colonel Phillips, who was immersed in joy, excitement and so on, with Senator Brandt, didn't notice that one of the guests in the control room approached Dr. Erskine while no one was paying attention.

"Hail Hydra!"

The man who came to 'congratulate', quietly whispered in Dr. Erskine's ear.

The latter looked up in surprise, but only saw a pair of cold eyes.

'Hydra?'

Dr. Erskine immediately reacted.

But the man didn't give him time to call for help. A PPK was placed against the other party's chest and the trigger was pulled.

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The bullet went through his heart and brought up a blood splash.

Dr. Erskine felt a moment of pain, and then helplessly collapsed.

The sound of gunfire echoed through the room, accompanied by calls of "protect the Senator!" as the guarding soldiers leaned over.

Then, there was a loud bang in the control room.

Flaming explosion swept through the scene!

The strong shock wave shattered the glass windows!

Colonel Phillips shielded the panic-stricken senator, while the big soldiers on guard were hit by the wave of air and crashed into the wall like a kite with broken threads.

Screams, explosions, gunshots ...

These noises interrupted Luke's thoughts.

He frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and easily broke free from his bounds - which were there to prevent the subjects from moving around and harming themselves.

Crack! Bang!

Luke punched through the solid shell of the metal box, ignoring the jumping electric sparks and blatantly pulled open the iron sheet with his hands.

With a crackling-tearing sound, the next moment, Luke jumped out of the metal instrument.

He saw Dr. Erskine, who was shot to the ground, and Rogers, who had become taller and stronger.

Senator Brandt shranked back, hiding behind the cover of the crowd.

And the man in the suit, suspected to be the Hydra assassin, shooting down several guards, running upstairs, and disappearing from sight.

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"You stay here! Protect the Colonel! I'll go after him!"

Luke, who had jumped out of the metal box, looked around and immediately reacted to what had happened.

He put on his coat and told Steve to stay back, who subconsciously nodded.

He watched Luke bend his legs slightly and jump.

With the Superman Card and super Soldier Serum, his moment was like a powerful cannonball as he jumped directly from the underground room to the ground floor.

Grasping the railing with one hand, with a clean and firm flip, Luke stepped on the ground.

Fortunately, with the data ability provided by the character panel, he quickly got used to a lot of physical qualities which were beyond ordinary people.

It wasn't like Clark in his childhood, who often faced the trouble of losing control of his ability!

Under Luke's feet, the concrete cracked like spider webs due to the powerful impact.

He was like a gust of wind sweeping past, raising a violent stream of air.

With one "Thump!", the ground seemed to tremble..

He left like a swift arrow, leaving his blurred shadow.

It had only been a few seconds since the assassin had rushed out of the corridor.

The killer sent by Hydra is very clever.

When he ran away, he didn't forget to destroy the button controlling the door, locking his pursuers behind him, delaying them even more.

"Unfortunately, for me, it's as thin as a piece of paper!"

Luke didn't stop or slow down.

He suddenly accelerated, knocking down the thick metal door.

With a "Bang!", a clear human figure appeared on the door!

"Okay! I take back what I just said, I still feel something!"

Luke stretched his neck side to side. He admitted that the metal door wasn't as fragile as paper, just almost to the extent of a thick wooden board.

He rushed out of the secret base, coming to the booth.

Luke jerked to a halt, setting off a gust of wind that blew as the bookshelves shook and swayed.

When he walked out, he saw the old woman, who was the antique shop owner, had fallen to the ground, shot by two bullets.

Outside the door, the noise of an engine starting was heard.

On top of that car, the killer sent by Hydra, armed with a Thompson submachine gun, went on a rampage.

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Heavy gunfire broke through the windows of the shop and killed several agents who were standing guard outside.

The sudden and fierce gun battle caused panic among pedestrians.

For fear of being affected, they covered their heads and fled, not forgetting to scream at the top of their lungs.

Luke stepped out of the antique shop and was about to start his pursuit when, suddenly, the car parked in front of the entrance exploded.

There was billowing fire, and shock waves, however, his figure remained standing, not wavering even the slightest,

He saw the car carrying the Hydra assassin as it turned a corner and disappeared at the end of the street.

Luke smiled coldly and ran after it.

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"Why did you make such a ruckus?!"

The Hydra agent who was driving the car, complained.

The task they received was to assassinate Abraham Erskine and destroy the super soldier plan, not to plan a terrorist attack in New York!

Because once this incident blows up, they would have to pay a big price to retreat!

"There were two super soldiers and they will soon come for us! Drive faster!"

The assassin was panting, and a cold sweat on his back, he felt like a helpless prey under the eyes of a beast.

Even after getting into the car and getting rid of the agents outside the shop, there was still no certainty of escaping.

He was a spy planted in the Military Committee that Hydra has spent a lot of time, resources and effort to get him where he was.

Had it not been for the order from Berlin that Abraham Erskine must be killed, he would have never revealed himself!

The frontal battlefield between the Allies and Axis Powers was the ability of soldiers, guns and commanders.

But on the intelligence level, the competition depended on the decryption of radio signals, as well as the time and depth of spying.

This assassin, named Greg, could be said to be a spy with the longest infiltration time and the highest intelligence level, which Hydra had in New York.

He could have played a more important role, but now there was no more opportunity.

"Back to Berlin, the Fuhrer will definitely give you a medal in person!"

The Hydra member who was driving the car said enviously.

"If I can return to Berlin, then I ... wait! There's someone behind!"

Greg, the assassin, just wanted to say that he was ready to go back to his hometown to get married when he finished this task, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw a tall figure running wildly in the rearview mirror!

The Hydra members who thought they were safe enough to escape, had their eyes rounded with disbelief!

"We need to get faster..."

He muttered.

There was someone who could catch up to cars with their two legs?

Greg, the assassin, quickly raised his gun, poked his head out of the window and tried to fight back.

Luke jumped and leapt high, dodging a burst of machine-gun fire and slamming into the speeding car with precision.

Then, with both hands, tore open the tin roof as if it was paper!

Greg, sitting in the co-pilot position, threw away the machine-gun that had an empty magazine, took out a pistol and pointed it at Luke, trying to pull the trigger.

With no expression, Luke's right hand directly stretched out, holding the PPK automatic pistol's muzzle.

With a bang, the 7.65 mm small caliber bullet hit his open palm, but it looked like it was hitting a steel plate, emitting a metal clashing sound.

Luke's eyebrows slightly raised. With a strong grip, the pistol was crushed into a lump of scrap metal.

"Monster!"

The driver screamed in horror.

"Noisy." Luke picked the guy up with one hand and threw him out like garbage.

Fling!

The driver smashed into the window of a shop on the street, and fell to the ground. No one could tell if he was dead or alive.

"Cut off one head and two more shall take its place! Hail Hydra... "

Greg couldn't help feeling desperate when he saw Luke's frightening power.

After shouting Hydra's chant, he was ready to bite the potassium cyanide poison hidden below his tongue.

He has a sense of dedication to the organization and wasn't afraid of death!

"I know you're a Hydra. How could I not?"

Luke sneered, as if he had expected it, and leaned in to punch and dislocate the guy's jaw.

In his eyes, his opponent's movements are too slow, and as long as he concentrates, it was like watching a frame by frame motion.

Hydra was a huge organization with strict management. Every spy and agent who was sent out to perform a task would put poison on their collar or hide it in their hollowed-out dentures in order to prevent being caught or discovered and resulting in information leakage.

This information was known to the SSR.

Ignoring Greg's frightened eyes, Luke lifted the other party out of the car as if he was a small animal.

A few minutes later, Rogers and Carter drove up.

They brought the captured assassin and the driver back to the antique shop in Brooklyn.

"Well done, Luke!"

Back to the secret base, Colonel Phillips praised him.

He had witnessed Luke chasing after the assassin, now, he was hearing the amazing story about how he caught up with the car on his feet and his palm blocking the bullet.

Looking at Luke, who was taller and stronger than before, the Colonel seemed to have made a decision in his heart.

"You guys go out first. I have something to talk to Cavil about. "

Looking at the bustling medical office, Colonel Philips called out. He drove the doctors and nurses out, and then looked at Luke with a solemn face.

Luke was surprised at this, "Something wrong, Colonel?"

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