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Flying wasn't a great feeling.
There was no such thing as a smooth, comfortable and accessible experience.
On the contrary, with the increasing speed, the air compressed into a dense and highly thick 'substance,' which was like sticky glue—making it impossible for people to do anything.
'It looks like I'll have to get used to it in the future. '
Luke felt the turbulent flow of air and silently thought so.
If he hadn't opened his bio force field at high speed, he would have been on fire, like a meteor falling into the atmosphere.
"A little faster!"
Boom! Boom! Boom!
In the clouds, a continuous explosive sound emitted.
If Luke was compared to a fighter plane, he would be in a full sprint at about Mach 1 or 2.
The bio force field could isolate the external high-temperature friction, but it couldn't stop the turbulent air currents from wrapping the entire body tightly.
Every time he accelerated, the resistance was like an iron wall in front of him.
The seemingly weightless gas would become extraordinarily strong after being continuously compressed.
"If only we had the power of the Speed Force. "
Luke was thinking wildly and remembered Superman and The Flash's race.
Considering the unscientific and extraordinary existence of the Speed Force, a powerful plug-in that could beat down the rules of physics to the ground repeatedly, Superman would most likely not be able to outrun The Flash.
There have been several such matches in the comics,
Except for two ties, they were won by the Flash.
It's a pity that the Speed Force is only of use to The Flash in terms of sacrificing to the heavens, restarting the universe, pushing people, saving people, and so on. It rarely played a role in frontal combat.
So much so that it's often teased that the way the Flash fights was to spin around like crazy, make the enemy dizzy, and then push them down.
'I wonder if the heart of the Justice League would come over the wall for a visit?'
Luke smiled, but he had to admit that the existence of The Flash, Barry Allen, diluted the dark style of the studio next door.
If Central City and Gotham are put together, it looks like two cities from two different worlds.
"Berlin, here I come. "
Ending the meaningless thoughts, Luke, like a human supersonic aircraft, blasted through the sound barrier.
Above the clouds, cone-shaped clouds kept appearing.
The journey from Paris to Berlin was about 800 kilometers.
It took 12 days to walk.
It took a day and a half by bus.
It took 6 hours by train.
Luke, on the other hand, only needed a few moments to get there.
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Bang!
A loud sound erupted.
Like a bomber dropping shells.
The underground research institute in Berlin suddenly shook.
A tall figure passed through the thick concrete floor and slammed into it.
The steel armor-like battle suit, the fluttering dark red cloak, and how it descended from the sky shocked people.
"Are you ..."
"The Allied Superman!"
"Good heavens!"
"..."
Luke's photos had been published in newspapers worldwide, and his appearance has long been known to everyone.
However, this is the first time the 'Superman' image was officially used.
"The Third Reich is finished! Leave or resist. You're free to choose. "
Luke used his supervision to scan through the structure and layout of the underground institute and recorded it all in his mind.
The concrete brick wall couldn't stop Superman's gaze, and it took less than a few seconds to locate General Sankt.
When they heard the news that the Third Reich had collapsed, the researchers in white coats were at a loss, not knowing whether to believe or remain suspicious.
But they were all intelligent enough to get out of the way, whether the news was accurate or not, none of the people here could stop Luke.
Instead of being punched and killed by this Allied Superman, it's better to retain a sound body and strive for continued loyalty to the Third Reich.
This was not cowardice, but following one's inner will.
The researchers look at each other and reach a tacit understanding.
"The Allied bastard..."
Meanwhile, a fanatic stood up and bravely stood in front of Luke.
Before he could finish his words of rebuke, he was vaporized by Heat Vision and turned into a charred black skeleton.
"Courage is commendable. Who else?"
Luke looked around, spoke with a gentle tone, and no one could see any cruelty at all.
But just moments ago, everyone witnessed him take the life of a fellow human being.
After a few moments, the room was silent, and no one answered.
Luke walked forward with a straight face. He didn't have a 'no-kill policy' and held no compassion for the enemy.
During those years of painting the house in Brooklyn, Uncle Frank had said countless times of what would happen if he kept ridiculous compassion on the battlefield.
Therefore, even if Sieglinde was a woman, Luke didn't hold back.
She wasn't a sinless person without blood on her hands; there was no need to waste too much emotion.
Boom!
Luke kicked open the door of the war room.
General Sankt, who took the lead in the rebellion and became the new leader of the Third Reich less than a month ago, sat in a chair.
In front of him are many maps of war zones, and many places were marked with red pens.
It was clear that the General was determined to save the Empire from its downfall.
Unfortunately, in the end, it failed.
"I thought the Empire could hold on for a while, at least until the next batch of Aryan Supermen was made. "
General Sankt looked calm and wasn't surprised at all by Luke's sudden visit.
"Baron Strucker assured me that as long as I was willing to join Hydra, they would provide for my departure -- you just came too soon, Brigadier General. "
Luke smiled and asked, "Will you really run away, General Sankt? Leave the Third Reich, hide where no one can find you, and wait for the day when you make a comeback. "
When he entered the door, he had already swept the war room with supervision to ensure there was no problem.
After all, in so many film and television works. The desperate villain always makes a crazy move in the end.
"In the second drawer on your right, there's a Luger P08 pistol and four bullets. "
Luke said quietly.
"General Sankt, it seems that you plan on being buried with the Third Reich, which has already lost its power?"
The new leader, who had forcibly renewed Berlin's lifespan, nodded and said thoughtfully, "How can a qualified captain abandon his ship, even if she's going to sink? "
"I respect your passion for your country. But you should know that the Allies would prefer to have you tried in a military court, preferably in front of the whole world, and executed in public -- as a butcher, executioner, and conspirator. "
Luke said indifferently.
The Führer left early, leaving General Sankt as the target of the crowd's anger and hatred.
"I can give you a copy of the original 'Brood' plan, which hasn't been completely deciphered yet. "
General Sankt was at a loss. After learning from Baron Strucker that the 'battleship-class' was probably not Luke's opponent, he lost interest in the 'Perfect Aryan.'
Aryan Supermen, who couldn't even defeat a super soldier, they can't be called 'perfect'!
"Let me end my life decently, Brigadier General. "
Luke thought for a moment and accepted the deal with pleasure.
It didn't make any sense to catch General Sankt and give him to the Allies anyway.
Trial by a military court is just a process.
Allied leaders were looking forward to sharing 'the cake' and distributing benefits.
As for the post-war liquidation, it was just an after-dinner dessert to show the victor's power.
In the original historical timeline, after the Fuhrer committed suicide, he asked his men to burn his body into a mass of charcoal.
Many people once doubted whether this was a trick to get away by faking his death. But they didn't track anyone down after looking for his whereabouts.
A few minutes later, the sound of a gunshot came from the war room.
Immediately afterward, Luke came out, broke the roof without saying a word, and bolted into the sky.
He was looking down on the devastated Berlin. He seemed to have seen the collapse of an Empire—the end of a war and the end of an era.
"So, who will be the master of the new era?"
The corners of Luke's mouth rose as he stood quietly above the clouds.
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With the death of three 'battleship-classes' in Paris, General Sankt shot himself at the underground research institute, and the crumbling Third Reich finally collapsed.
The world war that lasted for many years came to an end.
When the news of the victory was sent back to London and then sent to the White House by radio, the top leaders of the Allies were excited.
Many members immediately held a press conference, which was widely publicized to win public opinion.
Those looking forward to the arrival of peace and the smoke dispersed have also taken to the streets and revealed all night.
It was said that New York was brightly lit that night, just like a sea of light.
But a few days later, more attention was drawn to Luke, who once again made headlines in the newspapers.
A black and white photo on the front page of The New York Times!
It shocked half the world!
It generated a frenzy of debate!
The photo shows a young brigadier general in metallic armor standing high in the sky with his cloak fluttering like a flag.
Because the angle and light were well grasped, Luke, whose face was blurred, gave off a strong overall presence.
Just like those heroes who came out of mythical epics, bathing in golden light, imposing!
" A flying Superman!"
"I heard that the Brigadier General flew to Berlin and ended the war!"
"I also know that Commodore Cavill fought for three days and three nights in Paris alone, against hundreds of Aryan demons summoned by the Führer, and finally used up half of his life before he sealed them and sent them back to hell!"
"Haha, you know nothing. The latest news is that the mustached Führer in Berlin sacrificed millions of lives and turned himself into the king of hell -- if General Cavill didn't show up, the whole world would have been destroyed. "
"Yeah! Long live the Allies! Brigadier Cavill is a war hero!"
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Before long, similar rumors spread throughout the United States, there was even a tendency for exaggeration and spreading even more.
Everyone in pubs, restaurants, streets and alleys talked about it as if they had seen it with their own eyes.
The most outrageous thing is that Luke's heart touched an Aryan female demon named Sieglinde and details of emotional entanglement.
After this version, the tragic story of 'A German country girl was cruelly transformed into a devil by the Fuhrer, but fortunately, she was helped by the Allied Superman to restore her conscience' came out.
Even the people in London weren't idle. Many third-rate writers started to use the plot of Merlin, King Arthur, and The Knights of the Round Table on Luke, making up all kinds of strange experiences.
One of the most widely spread is that Luke came from a mysterious family of demon hunters, known as 'The Walking Pile Driver' and 'Friend of the Female Warlock,' and was later inspired by the fairy in the lake to join the Allied Nations to fight against the evil Axis.
Because of all kinds of news flying around, the general public ignored the most crucial information on the photo.
That is, the Allied Brigadier General, who is a super soldier, could fly?
The 'battleship-class' soldiers who punched and kicked tanks in Berlin were still within the acceptable range...
However, the sudden flying ability, as well as the metal armor that no one had ever seen before, quickly aroused some people's inquiry.
"Colonel, I'm just asking you to help spread the word; I never intended it to be ammunition for all kinds of stuff -- look, the secret past of Brigadier General Luke Cavill and the Aryan devil must be revealed! And this, the truth behind the demystification of the Allied Superman! The years I spent as a demon hunter in London!"
At Bletchley Manor on the outskirts of London, Luke spread out the recent newspapers and looked at Colonel Phillips, who looked smug. He said helplessly,
"Uncle Frank called me the other day and told me that the reporter from New York Times came to interview him and asked him if he knew that his nephew went from a demon hunter family and had an indescribable romantic relationship with many female sorcerers. "
"That's a good thing, Luke. "
In private, Colonel Philips didn't adhere to the strict hierarchical designation and laughed, "At least you're now a debated young Brigadier General, a war hero, and not overlooked like Rogers."
"We all understand the virtues of politicians. They could kneel and lick your boots when they need something from you, but if you are no longer of use, even looking at you would be a waste of time for them. "
Luke nodded in agreement. The photo that caused heated discussion was a pose.
After he left Berlin, he specially asked Colonel Philips to find a photographer.
Afterward, it was sent to the New York Times under the name of the other party.
There was no image manipulation technology in this era, so there was no need to question the photo's authenticity, and people happily believed it.
The reason for doing this is because the war was over, Luke had to hurry up and collect more reputation points.
However, he didn't expect Colonel Philips to make such a big deal out of it. The secret story of the Allied Superman and the Aryan Devil has quickly become part of the local American pop culture.
A few days ago, Paramount Pictures asked Luke if he was interested in bringing this experience to the screen, and it would be better if he were willing to act in it.
Although the actor is undecided, the script isn't available, and the funds aren't enough. But, as long as the Allied Brigadier General nodded his head, everything else was easy.
Paramount patted their chest and promised to invite such big stars as James Stewart, Clark Gable, and Katharine Hepburn.
'If I write a few memoirs or join Hollywood after I retire, I'm sure I'll make a lot of money. '
Luke didn't mean to blame Colonel Philips. Raising awareness is one of the purposes.
Even if the topic got more and more distorted, it's okay.
According to Hollywood's business practices, these 'true stories' about himself will probably be adapted and brought to the screen many times.
Maybe he could get an Oscar, make a name for himself. The story was indeed a good one.
"Luke, you should have a broader vision. "
After the casual conversation, Colonel Philips put on a smile and whispered, "It's just a temporary need to stay low and wait for the right time to soar. "
Luke picked his eyebrows. After returning from Berlin, he received awards from the top leaders of the Allies.
Leaving the wartime cabinet and returning to the prime minister's office, Churchill called him the liberator of the free world.
The President, far away in the White House, was even blunter. He said that Luke changed the course of the war and saved the Allies with his own efforts.
It's just that both sides praised him verbally and didn't give him many tangible benefits.
Indeed the Allies had a headache too. What practical reward could be given to a Brigadier General who was only 20 years old?
Major General?
Lieutenant General?
Or Admiral?
With such a fast promotion rate, when Luke turns 30, he would be sitting in the position of Secretary of Defense!
In this regard, Britain was holding the mentality of eating popcorn and sitting on the sidelines. The Prime Minister expressed such merit, 'Giving the rank of a 5-star General was nothing much. If the United States was reluctant, Luke could join England. The British Empire welcomes him with open arms.'
The President had a smile on his face, but his heart was already spitting out curses.
"It looks like you got wind of it, Colonel. "
Luke didn't value the rank very much. Although he was now a high-ranking officer, he had no real power at all. He is only holding an empty title right now.
The Allies are now busy liberating Berlin. When the war is truly over, they will sit down to share the cake and reward their heroes.
At that time, Luke and Captain America, Rogers, will return to New York to receive commendation and honors.
"Someone suggested that you continue to lead the Strategic Science Reserve. "
Colonel Philips' face was sunken. It was clear that the military was trying to keep Luke away from the center of the power structure.
The main reason may be the fear that the young Brigadier General will enter the Defense Department too early, which would cause a series of problems such as excessive power and difficulty in restraining him.
Of course, more importantly, Luke didn't have a strong enough support behind him.
Superman is powerful.
But those accustomed to thinking like a politician or in profit only see the other party as a weapon for the country -- a foolish but accurate idea.
Even when faced with thugs, politicians and capitalists always think of using their status and money to ensure their safety.
But they forget that some people don't follow this set of rules.
"This is just a proposal! If you don't want to, no one will force you. Eisenhower will be happy to reach out and help ... "
Luke waved his hand to stop the Colonel's good intentions, the corners of his mouth slightly curled up, seemingly not angry.
Of course, he knew that the military owed him a favor, and those higher-ups were willing to take this opportunity to pay it back to him.
Luke gave Eisenhower such a significant contribution in capturing Rome and assisting the Allied forces in landing in Sicily without blinking.
At the same time, the honor was handed over to the President to ease the contradictions at home.
If he wanted to enter the Department of Defense and step into the center of the power structure, he would have been able to do so.
'Unfortunately, I just want to develop quietly. '
Luke silently thought.
From the current perspective, the Strategic Science Reserve is only a tiny and insignificant organization.
But when the era of superheroes comes, the giant, S.H.I.E.L.D, will surface -- as its predecessor, the Strategic Science Reserve is very promising.
"The first Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Luke's mind flashed to the image of a particular hard-boiled egg and expressed his satisfaction with the decision of the Allied superiors.
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The aftermath of the end of the war gradually subsided, and during this time, many significant events happened that were enough to go down in history.
For example, the Yalta Conference.
The four countries held a summit meeting at Livadia Palace to discuss the formulation of a new post-war world order and the distribution of interests.
In layman's terms, it means dividing the big cake.
It was worth mentioning that seeing Berlin create the Aryan Supermen to recover its disadvantages, the Asian side of the Axis Powers also started a related project. They received a portion of Wöden's Blood from General Sankt as research material and worked overtime to expand their technology, and finally succeeded in producing thirty-one 'tank-classes.'
The freshly baked, newly created 'Nihon Supermen' was torn clean by a group of mysterious people before they could cross the Pacific battlefield and beat the Allied forces.
After investigation, the other party claimed to be a member of S.P.E.A.R.
As a result, the Yalta Conference included one more participating country.
Soon after, two atomic bombs were dropped on the still restless Japan.
The bomb, codenamed 'The Little Boy,' bombed Hiroshima.
The second bomb, codenamed 'The Fat Man,' bombed Nagasaki.
The mushroom cloud that rose with a colossal boom forever became a nightmare for Japanese people.
After their representatives signed the unconditional surrender letter on the deck of the USS Missouri, the worldwide war finally officially came to an end.
The smoke has cleared, and peace has come.
As a rising star of this era, Luke has witnessed the changing situation and historical innovations.
He first appeared among the Yalta Four as the hero who ended the war and posed for pictures with the heads of state.
The atmosphere was delicate and tense at that critical meeting on the reshuffling of dynamics of the world.
The Soviet Union's representative looked at Luke with intense vigilance.
Who knows if this Superman will suddenly fall from the sky and smash through the Kremlin.
The representative made up his mind to vigorously develop the nuclear industry when he returned to cope with possible threats.
As for the British Prime Minister, he smiled and greeted Luke with a box of high-grade cigars from his collection.
He also said that the US was stingy with the actual reward for the true heroes, which disgusted the tired-looking Roosevelt a lot.
Later, after the meeting, the President, who is suffering from cardiovascular disease, explained that he hoped Luke would understand the military's decision.
To sum up, it was to write a lot of bad checks in an attempt to dispel each other's dissatisfaction -- it's a pity that the President didn't know that he didn't have long to live.
Before the end of the war, he should have died of a cerebral hemorrhage, leaving earlier than the Führer who was ready to shoot himself.
Maybe it was the butterfly wings flapping a few times that made The President forcibly continue for a few more months.
"Brigadier General Cavill, when I get back to Washington, D.C., I will grant you the rank of Major General immediately. "
The President held on to his spirit and soothed Luke's emotions.
From the White House down to the military, including Colonel Phillips.
No one believed that the young Brigadier General didn't care about being excluded and was willing to lead the Strategic Science Reserve.
If he had set foot in the Department of Defense, he would have become the youngest official General in the history of the United States in the blink of an eye.
Luke is also helpless about this.
'I have shown a sincere attitude, but why don't you believe me?'
Later, even Rogers came to comfort Luke, telling him not to care too much about status and power.
In any case, the greatest hero of the Allies was always Superman.
No one could question this!
'The reputation points have gone up again. It seems that this wave of publicity is beneficial. "
After giving the President a few perfunctory words, Luke returned to his room.
With the help from Colonel Philips, his name spread quickly -- Although most of them were accompanied by some bizarre or sappy stories.
Luke did have some resistance at first, but it was Superman; he had to save face.
However, after seeing the sharply rising reputation points, he can only say one thing--
This is nice!
In the days that followed, it was a tug-of-war between countries, each trying to get a more significant piece of the cake.
The Soviet Union said: If I hadn't succeeded in preserving Moscow and crushing the Third Reich's myth of invincibility, you would have surrendered like France.
Britain said: I launched a counter-offensive in El Alamein to turn the tide in the North African war. I made outstanding contributions.
The United States said: We have Superman.
The others: ...
Then the meeting fell into a brief silence, the Soviet Union and Britain skipped this topic with tacit understanding.
Luke saw all of this.
Unconsciously, he became a powerful weapon comparable to the atomic bomb, with a pivotal strategic position.
Unfortunately, he isn't interested in being the Dr. Manhattan of the Marvel Universe and helping the Bald Eagle conquer the world.
After the Yalta Conference, Luke went to London first to reorganize the Strategic Science Reserve.
After seeing S.P.E.A.R, Hydra, and other organizations, the United States urgently needed to set up a similar official organization.
The Strategic Science Reserve that gathered the elites of the free world is naturally the first choice.
During this period, there were also several unpleasantness. The Allies were able to maintain a superficial harmony while fighting against the evil Axis.
But after the war, the surging undercurrent began to surface.
No one wanted to see each other grow and surpass themselves.
The Strategic Science Reserve not only had all kinds of talents but also accepted the remnants of Hydra.
For example, Dr. Zola and related researchers were excellent resources.
There was also the Tesseract collected from Hydra's headquarters, which was a precious treasure.
Britain didn't want to sit back and watch Luke take them away and tried to interfere.
However, the Prime Minister stopped such a move, feeling that there was no need to offend Superman over such a trivial matter.
After all, the other party is a powerful individual who could pose a threat to the country.
'So, in the absence of external pressure, humans have an innate talent for killing each other and internally devouring themselves. '
Luke sighed silently.
He was currently sitting in the Oval Office of the White House, waiting for a meeting with the President.
Today was the award ceremony.
A Major general rank.
Leader of the Strategic Science Reserve.
This was how the United States rewarded Luke.
From a third-class soldier to a Major General, it looked like no one would be able to surpass his promotion speed.
As history would have it, Roosevelt had a sudden brain hemorrhage a few days earlier and passed away.
The new President, Harry S. Truman, took over.
"Major General Cavill, it would be a waste of your talents to lead the Strategic Science Reserve temporarily. "
The new President pushed his glasses and smiled, "It's just that the decision that has been made couldn't be changed. I hope you can understand. "
"I would like to stay in the Strategic Science Reserve. The work here suits me better. "
Luke was smiling and spoke with a calm voice.
This was the truth.
He expressed satisfaction with the Strategic Science Reserve in the developing stage, but the future S.H.I.E.L.D. A colossal institution directly under the jurisdiction of the World Security Council.
Luke remembered the one-eyed Director who assembled a group of superheroes and ignored the White House and the military.
Not only could he blatantly refuse to take phone calls from the President and ignore Senators, but he could also jump through the hoops from Congress and the White House to carry out cross-territorial law enforcement.
It could be said that the duties and powers of S.H.I.E.L.D. are entirely above all the intelligence departments in the United States, which isn't comparable to that of a mere Department of Defense.
Even if Luke becomes the top Executive of the Pentagon, he may not have the same glory as of the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in the future!
"Major General Cavill, it's good that you think so. "
The new President was relieved, but the military's attitude towards Superman was a little more complicated.
Both wanted to win him over but fear that Luke's power would be too great to restrain in the future.
Fortunately, the young Major General didn't show any dissatisfaction.
"But I think the name Strategic Science Reserve is too much of a mouthful. Since it is necessary to restructure, it's better to change the name. "
Luke looked at the stunned new president and smiled, "I think S.H.I.E.L.D. is pretty good. "
In this way, Iron Man will no longer complain that he couldn't remember the name.
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After leaving the White House, Luke drove to the Army Club in Northwest, where Rogers waited for him.
Since his return to New York from London, he has been busy with various public appearances and military awards ceremonies, leaving little time for himself.
Luke didn't get rid of his busy schedule until Roosevelt died and came to Washington to attend the funeral and complete the medal ceremony.
'I wonder if Steve will be able to adjust to his new life?'
The black car stopped at the entrance of the club. An officer drove Luke.
After being promoted to Major General, the military provided him with an exceptional secretary, driver, and bodyguard -- the last one was unnecessary.
'If there was a problem, who would be protecting who?'
'If you could be Superman's bodyguard, you should at least be the Sorcerer Supreme or Odin.'
'But then again, I need to find myself some people who can handle things. '
Luke had a few suitable candidates, just not decided at the moment.
In his opinion, there's no future in fighting alone.
'If the Chitauri army descends on the earth in the future, I would have to swing my fist around myself.'
'The only enemies worth handling personally are the ones like Thanos, Apocalypse, and Dormammu.'
'The recruitment campaign of S.H.I.E.L.D. is about to begin. I wonder how many people can be recruited? '
Luke's mind wandered as he walked up the steps.
As soon as he stepped into the hall of the Army Club, a small wave of surprise sounded.
Luke, dressed in a crisp military uniform and had his hair combed meticulously, instantly became the center of attention.
He couldn't help it. He was now a celebrity, and the recruitment posters had changed from Uncle Sam to Superman with the red cloak.
The aura of a legendary hero was more than enough to attract people's attention.
This is just like the tales of Washington chopping down a cherry tree and Columbus making an egg stand that so many people enjoy.
As to whether it's true or not, no one cared.
On the other hand, Luke had many legendary stories, which were worth talking about at the dinner table.
"Hello, Major General Cavill! I'm from the second batch of recruits from Camp Lehigh!"
"Major General, I'm a big fan of yours. Can I have your autograph?"
"Thank you for stopping those Aryan demons! You're a great hero!"
"..."
Chattering noises poured in, drowning out the soothing music flowing in the hall for a while.
The club's atmosphere became lively as retired soldiers or off-duty officers surrounded Luke in the middle.
"I'm sorry, I have an appointment with a friend. "
Seeing that the conversation was getting more and more distorted, Luke put on a gentle smile without losing his manners while rushing out of the encirclement and headed for the second floor.
It would seem that the name Superman will be tied to the Aryan demons and the female warlock in the future.
He didn't know whether he should thank Colonel Philips or worry about his reputation being damaged.
Luke already foresaw the awkward scene when the reporter came up to him with a microphone and asked Superman how many female sorceress friends he had.
'I prefer to live a low-profile life, but unfortunately, my strength wouldn't allow me to do so. '
The young Major General shook his head and went to the relatively quieter second floor.
The first thing that caught his eye was Rogers sitting at the bar.
"Hey, Colonel Rogers of Brooklyn, why are you frowning? Are you having problems with your cute little girlfriend?"
Luke tapped his colleague on the shoulder and teased, "Or are you just mourning the memory of the late President?"
"Neither. "
Rogers, who was already a Colonel, was a bit depressed. He took a sip of whiskey and said, "The war is over, which should be a happy thing, but I feel like I've lost my purpose. "
As the well-known Captain America, Rogers' fame isn't far behind Luke's.
In the eyes of many children who loved reading comics, the Stars and Stripes uniform is more iconic than Superman's red cloak.
"You look a little depressed. "
Luke snapped his fingers and asked for a cup of fruit gin.
Because of him, the trajectory of Rogers' life changed.
He didn't fall into the glacier, let alone sleep for 70 years.
Captain America has since embraced a new life -- though it's not clear whether it's good or bad.
He made it back to Brooklyn, topped off with the honor of being Captain America, was honored by the President, and fell in love with a blonde girl who looked like a little rose.
Except for the temporary whereabouts of the best friend, all of it seemed to be so beautiful.
"I found myself with nowhere to go, Luke. "
Rogers smiled bitterly. Not long ago, he was received by the new President and awarded the Medal of Honor.
Those who have the same treatment include the Howling Commandos who followed Luke and essential members of the Strategic Science Reserve.
Logically speaking, Rogers should feel satisfied.
But after he stayed in Brooklyn for a while, he felt utterly lost, as if he had lost his direction.
"The doors of S.H.I.E.L.D. are always open to you. "
Luke smiled and shook his glass of alcohol.
He could understand Rogers' feelings, just like many veterans who leave the battlefield and are unable to integrate into society so quickly.
Soldiers accustomed to guns and smoke often find it challenging to adapt to the laughter around them.
"S.H.I.E.L.D.?"
Rogers was a little surprised. He hadn't heard of this organization.
" It's the Strategic Science Reserve. " Luke explained. "At the end of the war, the Strategic Science Reserve, which was initially used to fight Hydra, faced restructuring. I just changed the name. "
"Doesn't S.H.I.E.L.D. sound better?"
"In that case, you have something to do again. Unlike me, who hasn't found a goal yet. "
Rogers's eyes reveal a trace of envy.
What he wanted the most was Luke's determined attitude of always being on the move and never feeling hesitant.
"Steve, don't always think about what you experienced on the battlefield. Even if you aren't a good soldier, you can do something else. What's more, this country still needs you. "
Luke once again played the role of a spiritual mentor and persuasively says, "Peace is only temporary. Even if Fascism is dismantled and the Nazi camp is crushed, the politicians in the White House will soon find a new enemy, a red bear standing on the Siberian plains. "
It's a vast country that occupies one-fifth of the world's landmass and is the central core of the Dual-Power.
"You mean there will be another war?"
Rogers was shocked. He didn't doubt Luke's judgment.
Because after many factual trials, it has been proven that his good friend's vision was always accurate and could always pinpoint the truth very sharply.
"In a sense, it's indeed a war. "
Luke took a sip of his alcohol. Before long, the new President would implement Truman Doctrine, which started the Cold War.
The Warsaw Pact and NATO, which imply the emergence of two militaristic political blocs, also confront two social systems.
"So, consider this; sooner or later, Captain America will have to pick up his shield and get back out on the battlefield. S.H.I.E.L.D. would be a good place to stay. "
Like a broker selling stocks on Wall Street, Luke said that to Rogers, who had planned to retire and return to ordinary life. He was somewhat shaken.
"Let me think about it. Thank you, Luke. "
Rogers sincerely thanked him.
"It's not just you, Steve; the country is in mourning for President Roosevelt. At the same time, reveling in the victory of the war. Everyone is confused, and no one knows where to go ..."
Luke drained his glass of gin and patted Rogers on the shoulder.
Captain America was actually in an awkward position.
In the original storyline, Rogers fell into the glacier and was posthumously recognized as a war hero by the military.
Of course, for a dead person who couldn't speak, one could praise him infinitely, no matter how high.
But now it's different. Rogers is still alive.
So, in addition to the heroic name, the military has no intention of giving any tangible rewards.
Luke understood this point a long time ago.
The so-called 'hero' was nothing more than the mascot of the military.
When the country needed you, naturally, they would highly regard you and vigorously publicize your heroic stories and positive image.
But once the war was over, you would lose your usefulness and become dispensable at any moment.
This was the case with Rogers.
With the war won and preparations to sit down and share the cake, the United States no longer needed Captain America to sell bonds.
So, he was abandoned. The army did not care about him, and the White House had nothing to offer but honor.
Luke, who knew the future trajectory, started preparing a long time ago.
By capturing the Italian city of Rome, he got an incredible and unforgettable result.
He then defeated Hydra, initially laid his foundation, and gradually gained a personal voice.
Today, he is no longer a hero with only a name but a General with absolute power.
"I hope you can give me an answer when we meet next time, Steve. "
Luke raised his hand to look at the time, placed the tip under the cup, and helped Rogers pay the bill.
He had to go and meet his next guest.
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"Back to the Pentagon. "
Walking out of the Army Club, Luke got into the black limousine parked at the door.
He thought of the words he had just used to fool Rogers, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.
How can S.H.I.E.L.D. not have the Captain America!?
Beat Nick Fury to the punch and build the Avengers team.
Then cheer them on. That would be very interesting.
In the future, if the two armies were to face each other, the Chitauri fleet would form a single line.
The crowd on the side of the Family Planning Commission of the Universe director, Thanos, is enormous and powerful.
If he went on his own, he would be very lonely.
Wouldn't it look bad?!
Therefore, it was imperative to recruit people.
Apart from Captain America, who was considering retiring, Luke will also pull Howard in to fill the numbers.
Together with Carter, who is a managerial expert, he could form a general framework.
Otherwise, it would be too bleak if S.H.I.E.L.D. only had two or three big cats and tiny kittens.
"General, we're here. "
Luke, who sketched the blueprint for the future, opened his eyes when he heard the driver remind him aloud.
Through the lowered window, he saw a massive building complex.
The black car drove straight in, through several layers of gate guards outside, and went inside.
The Pentagon was established because the Department of War was caught up in the conflict after World War II, and the workforce expanded rapidly, requiring centralized office space.
At that time, the War Department was scattered everywhere, such as the National Mall, Maryland, and Virginia.
When there were traffic jams or when the railroad was out of service, there weren't enough people to hold a meeting.
After heated discussions at the hearings, the Secretary of War, Henry Stimson, came close to saying, 'If you don't grant it, I'll wait outside,' before Congress reluctantly granted a reasonable request for a parcel of land near the Potomac River.
Otherwise, the members of the Budget Committee might not necessarily nod their heads.
For them, it didn't matter if they were pointed at and cursed but don't blame them for turning the other cheek when talking about money.
Luke thought about the fact that S.H.I.E.L.D. hadn't applied for funding yet and couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache coming on.
He didn't want to learn from the Secretary of War's rogue attitude of shamelessly asking for money, which is embarrassing to say out loud.
'It looks like I still have to seize the opportunity to make money. '
Luke stepped out of the car with an unusually young, unfamiliar face and a shoulder patch with two silver stars on his uniform, immediately drawing a lot of attention.
This pentagonal building was officially authorized and funded by Congress in 1941.
It was completed and opened only the year before last, with a total investment of US$83 million.
Most of the staff who had access to the interior were middle and senior officers of the War Department and the Defense Department.
Some of them recognized Luke's identity, tried to resist the urge to ask for his autograph, and turned to whisper.
This shows that even the Pentagon's military officers had little resistance to the aura of a celebrity.
Luke didn't look away, maintaining his aura of being a senior officer all the way forward.
The first floor of the Pentagon was home to banks, post offices, bookstores, clinics, telegraph offices, and various shops.
The second floor was known as the 'Gold Room' due to the gold carpeting on the office floor and was dedicated to various joint meetings.
And Luke's office was located on the third floor.
It was the office of the Secretary of Defense and the War Department.
There was a 'Hall of Heroes' in the corner of the corridor to commemorate the 'Highest Medal of Honor' recipients since the Revolutionary War.
There are more than 3,000 bronze plaques engraved with their names, origins, and biographies, all of them were outstanding soldiers who made heroic sacrifices in the war.
Luke's photo, along with Marshall, Eisenhower, and MacArthur, was hung in the 'Memorial Hallway' for public display.
"General, you are here. "
Seeing Luke come in, the female secretary sitting outside the office quickly got up.
"Your appointment has arrived. "
Seeing a beautiful secretary with blonde hair and curvy lines, Luke couldn't help but feel the corruption of capitalism.
In other words, he had a strong will; it wasn't easy for women.
Otherwise, if it was someone else, who could stand it?
Uniform seduction, coupled with two heavy ammunitions. It was difficult not to learn from Clinton, caught with his pants down.
Luke smiled and nodded as he pushed open the door to the side meeting room.
Inside sat a small, dwarf-like middle-aged man.
The other side stayed peacefully in the chair, with a somewhat apprehensive look on his face.
"Hello, General! I am Bolivar Trask. "
As Luke pushed in the door, Bolivar jumped off his chair and greeted respectfully with his head held high.
It took a lot of effort to turn up his neck with his height to see the young Major General's appearance.
"I have kept you waiting, Mr. Trask. Please have a seat. "
Luke, who settled into a chair, said with a gentle face.
He looked at Bolivar without blinking, although he was short in stature and unremarkable in appearance; he was a giant in knowledge.
Not only is he well-known in genetics, but he has published many far-sighted papers, especially for the solution to the mystery of human DNA, and even put forward some incredible views.
Even in the Marvel Comics world, where talented scientists aren't worth much, he was considered a number one character.
For Luke, however, what interested him in Bolivar was the study of mutants.
This dwarf-like scientist is the future 'Father of the Sentinels'.
In a particular timeline, he almost annihilated mutants, and by the way, destroyed the root of all human evils.
"General Cavill. I don't know what I can do for you?"
Bolivar asked stiffly.
At this time, he hadn't founded Trask Industry and was not an internationally acclaimed weapons expert.
So, when faced with the military's famous war hero, it was inevitable that he felt nervous and had little confidence in his words.
"Mr. Trask, I have read some of your papers. To be honest, it's fascinating. "
Luke crossed his fingers and put his elbow on the table. He faintly said, "Do you think there's some magic code in human genes that opens the door to evolution? They even claimed that there might be a new race in this world that's more powerful than human beings. "
"General, let me explain! I am not a racist! And I'm not a Nazi!"
Bolivar turned pale with fear and explained nervously, "I disagree with the Aryan Master Race theory of that Fuhrer. Please don't get me wrong! I also donated money for my country during the war!"
Luke was stunned on the spot.
He hadn't even gotten to the point yet; how did he scare the future 'Father of the Sentinels' into such a state?
Then, on second thought, he understood the reason.
These days, cutting-edge theories about the human race and genetic research can easily be associated with the extreme racism of the Third Reich.
Presumably, Bolivar had suffered such a significant loss before and has fallen victim to the aftermath of the fallout.
"Don't be afraid, Mr. Trask. I just wanted to talk to you about mutants. "
Luke waved his hand, gesturing to his opponent to relax and not be so nervous.
"I agree with your papers and opinions, which is why I invited you here. "
It was Bolivar's turn to be shocked. He couldn't believe that the powerful young Major General would be interested in his research theory.
"Major General Cavill, you know about mutants too?"
The dwarf scientist asked cautiously.
"Of course, I not only know but also saw them with my own eyes. "
Luke smiled faintly, the Hellfire Club was noted in his small book, and he will get even sooner or later.
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Had seen a mutant?
Bolivar suddenly got excited and changed his previous reserved attitude.
He eagerly said, "General, mutants are hazardous species! Is the greatest threat to human beings on this planet!"
"Do you know Neanderthals? They are close relatives of European ancestors and once ruled the whole continent. But 24,000 years ago, these ancient humans disappeared and became extinct!"
"Because Homo sapiens eliminated them! Both lower animals and higher animals could only survive if they adapt to the environment. However, due to the limited resources in nature, multiple animals in the same ecological niche are subject to fierce competition. "
"Human interference in similar species was stronger than other animals! Because we stand at the top of the food chain, we can use and transform nature. In the era of natural selection, fierce competition will inevitably occur among different races. Therefore, Neanderthals were destined to be replaced by Homo sapiens!"
"In my opinion, mutants are the race that's likely to replace human beings!"
The dwarf scientist spoke quickly and anxiously, as if afraid that the young Major General wouldn't understand the seriousness of the problem.
Luke picked his eyebrows. He didn't expect Bolivar to be a staunch human supremacist, and he was highly wary of mutants.
William Stryker, who also hated mutants, was due to family misfortune.
Then his teacher, Bolivar, saw a future in which mutants might replace humans and chose to develop the 'Sentinel robots.'
Of course, there must be selfishness involved.
For example, describing mutants as ticking time bombs and then selling weapons against mutants.
Just like arms dealers, keen on provoking regional conflicts and then making money from both sides.
"Don't get excited, Mr. Trask. "
Luke didn't show any apparent emotions. His views were quite different from those of the dwarf scientist, Bolivar.
Mutants simply didn't have the conditions to compete with human beings as the creatures at the top of the food chain.
First of all, compared with the vast population base in the world, their numbers were pitiful, and it was difficult to form an effective social system.
Secondly, mutants are essentially the evolutionary direction of human beings in the future and don't constitute a necessary prerequisite for competition.
There may be a high probability that the child might be a mutant in a family, and the parents are not.
Does it mean that the mutant would hate their parents and even exterminate them as offspring?
So objectively, mutants should belong to the evolutionary branch of human beings.
The contradiction between the two sides was more discriminatory than an unending feud to exterminate the race.
Magneto always wanted to build a mutant empire, but he never thought that a harmonious world made up of fellow mutants would be less than fantastic.
Because in the end, mutants couldn't even live a self-sufficient life.
Cars in factories wouldn't be produced automatically, and food in supermarkets wouldn't appear out of thin air ...
And could the mutants, who are still in the minority, accomplish this?
Magneto could destroy a building with a gesture, but he couldn't build a factory alone.
With the powerful force that can lift continents and reverse the poles, it still wouldn't be able to fill stomachs.
From this point of view, the genocide war is nothing but nonsense.
Besides, what's the difference between a totalitarian society where a few elites enslave many lower classes and the Third Reich?
As a persecuted Jew, in turn, he became the most hated person --
You have to say, that's a huge irony!
'Comrade Magneto's ideological level is too backward clearly; he never read the Marxist theory. '
Luke's mind flashed with many thoughts. He looked at Bolivar and smiled, "Since you are so interested in mutants, I'll take you to meet them. "
The scientist froze as if his brain was on hold, and his expression was somewhat dazed.
"General, you may not understand what I mean. Mutants are dangerous; they have all kinds of strange abilities ..."
Luke seemed to turn a deaf ear, stood up, and eagerly invited Bolivar to go with him.
Before, in Rome, Italy, he had dealt with the Hellfire Club and even briefly dealt with mutants.
Perhaps, after some convincing and friendly exchanges, Luke thought they were easy to talk to. Not as scary as Bolivar described.
The two walked out of the Pentagon and got into a black car.
Luke gave a specific location, and the driver started the engine and drove slowly to the enormous building complex behind the Pentagon.
The Satan, Azazel, and the Poison Woman, both captives, were held in prison in Arlington County.
"Trask, have you ever heard of Sebastian Shaw?"
On the way there, Luke began to inquire about the Black King of the Hellfire Club in the car.
Initially, he also expected the other party to join forces with Hydra and come forward to gift them his head.
As a result, he didn't expect this mutant to be too cautious and didn't show up until the end.
"Shaw? I know him, a very ... radical biologist. "
Bolivar frowned and thought for a moment, then continued, "Sebastian, who firmly believed in the theory of the perfect race in the Third Reich, once told me that the Aryans with blond hair and blue eyes could rule the world. "
"We met several times in England before, then he returned to Germany and wrote to me several times asking about the progress of the research on the mutant X gene. "
Luke thought about it. The villains among the mutants, with a slightly higher threat level, maybe Mister Sinister, who is far away in England.
This bastard is Apocalypse's number one horse, nearly obsessed with chasing Phoenix's powers.
Then, it was Sebastian Shaw's turn.
This guy was more about using mutants as tools to pursue the tedious and conventional grand task of 'ruling the world.'
Like a salesman, he packaged the Third Reich's extreme racial theories and sold them to many simple-minded mutants.
"Sebastian Shaw is a mutant. "
Luke said straightforwardly.
"He joined an organization called the Hellfire Club and is gathering his compatriots to prepare for a grand entrance. "
Bolivar showed a thoughtful look. He seemed to guess Luke's purpose for meeting him.
"What can I do for the country, General? If it's against mutants, I'm sure I can be of use!"
The scientist sat straight up. As a scientist who could set up a large enterprise, he wasn't stupid; on the contrary, he could sense people's motives.
Luke's lips showed a smile; this was precisely the answer he wanted to hear.
The Hellfire Club was a problem that must be solved.
As the veterans had already said, treat the enemy as ruthlessly as a harsh winter.
Instead of waiting for Sebastian Shaw to build up his strength and find him, he might as well strike hard and take the initiative to eliminate them all.
"Very well, Mr. Trask, S.H.I.E.L.D. needs your kind of talent. "
Luke smiled and quietly pulled Bolivar into S.H.I.E.L.D.
The future 'Father of the Sentinels' is still qualified to be a supervisor in the scientific research department.
"S.H.I.E.L.D?"
Bolivar's eyes twinkled. Although he had never heard of this institution, he didn't show any resistance.
As people know, doing research was very expensive.
He hadn't hooked up with Nixon and founded Trask Industry yet, but he was a famous scientist.
He had no backers and no financial backers. He lived in a confined space like any other independent researcher and couldn't afford to rent a lab.
At this time, Bolivar felt happy to have an official organization knock on his door.
And as we all know, the military's always the wealthiest investor!
And the most scientist-friendly sugar-daddy!
Luke sensed Bolivar's excitement, and his smile grew gentler.
All this was in his expectation.
Even a guy who thought highly of himself, like Howard, sometimes had to socialize with senior officers in the purchasing department to pull orders-in his words, 'Bunch of guys with less brain capacity than primitive mammals'.
What's more, Bolivar was a down-and-out scientist.
S.H.I.E.L.D human resources 1!
Scientific research strength 1!
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Creek!
The heavy iron gate was pushed away, and a ray of light streamed in.
Rhythmic footsteps echoed in the dark tunnel, like a precise pointer, and finally stopped at the door of the twelfth cell.
"Azazel, it's been a long while. "
Azazel curled up in the corner. His hands were shackled with metal, and the two legs which had been trampled down were simply bandaged to the extent that they recovered without deterioration.
He heard the clatter of keys and saw the tall figure standing outside after the cell door opened.
There was an uncontrollable look of fear in his eyes!
"I didn't run away!"
Azazel shrank into the corner, and the handcuffs on his hands made a crisp sound.
The original arrogance of being a mutant had disappeared without a trace.
He and Poison Woman were previously held in the Strategic Science Reserve interrogation room before being transferred here.
To prevent the demon, who could move in an instant, from running away, Luke specially told them that they didn't need to find a doctor to treat his legs so that he couldn't walk.
Every time he was moved to a new place, he had to be blindfolded, and the layout and route wouldn't be leaked.
The ability to move instantly sounds very inexplicable.
The user can enter and exit any place at will.
But the size and range of movement and the determination of space orientation are fatal shortcomings that are difficult to remedy.
As early as in Venice, Luke worked out the approximate range of the red devil's rapid movement.
For a single space jump, the other party can move at a maximum speed of 10 miles.
Therefore, Luke can only complete this 'mutant holding' project by making the other party lose spatial and directional judgment, coupled with restrictions on mobility and other means.
But surprisingly, Satan, with his highly long-life span, didn't try to escape.
"Thank you, Azazel. I won't do anything to you, don't be so nervous. "
Luke smiled kindly.
Azazel didn't believe it at all. He just felt even more afraid.
With the bandages wrapped around his legs, he felt a faint pain.
The young Major General stepped on his legs and killed 'Colossus' with his fist.
Every time he thought of that violent picture, Azazel shuddered.
The seeds of fear took root and thrived in his heart, even exceeding the oppressive feeling brought by Sebastian Shaw.
"Trask, he's a mutant. He not only can move instantly but also has a far superior physical quality and lifespan. "
Luke leaned on his side. Bolivar, who resembled a dwarf, and peeked inside.
Red skin and a slender tail. Just like the devil!
It's a mutant with dominant characteristics!
"Demons. I have seen an angel with wings in England. "
Bolivar said quietly.
He couldn't help wondering what the Major General did to the mutant named 'Azazel' that had scared him to such an extent.
"There's a woman in another cell. She's also a mutant and can release poison gas. "
Luke closed the prison door. He hadn't finished the main quest of 'Opening of the third camp.'
The gene fragments of Chameleon, Azazel, Colossus and Poison Woman have been obtained, but the last one is still missing.
If he got the 'Leech Serum,' it would be easier to deal with Sebastian Shaw.
After visiting two mutant prisoners, Luke looked down at Bolivar and said, "In fact, mutants are not so terrible, are they?"
The dwarf scientist didn't know how to answer. He felt that the young Major General might be a devil in human skin. Otherwise, how could he scare those two mutants into silence?
"If I joined that... S.H.I.E.L.D, can I study them?"
After getting out of prison, getting rid of the dark, damp and narrow space, and rotten and unpleasant smell, Bolivar raised the key questions.
He can't wait to find the code hidden in the human genes from the mutants.
"That's why I'm recruiting, Trask. "
Luke nodded, but he added, "I don't want a weapon to kill mutants, let alone a human body modification plan. "
"I take a fancy to the mutant itself. Their genes are a vast treasure trove and the key to evolution. So, I want you to draw a complete gene map, find the critical nodes of the evolutionary curve, and decipher the mysterious genetic code. "
Luke wasn't interested in persecuting mutants. They were an excellent card to control and to hold.
There's no need to push himself to the enemy's camp, and he could just sit down and negotiate. Why use violence?
Of course--
The premise of all this was that he set the terms and conditions of the negotiations.
Otherwise, it's better just to turn the table!
'I'm a pacifist. '
Luke thought.
"Understood, General. "
Bolivar gulped. He wanted to study a weapon to exterminate mutants.
The blue planet beneath their feet, where life is nurtured, may not withstand the consumption of resources by two intelligent races.
Sooner or later, this racial war of survival will happen.
The scientist looked up at Luke, who was calm and vaguely felt that the Major General knew this.
In other words, that's exactly what the other party expects to see.
'But what good will the ... war do for Major General Cavill?'
Bolivar pushed his glasses and thought so with some doubts.
If it's for promotion, the 20-year-old young Major General was unlikely to be promoted again in a short time. At most, the military would give some honorable distinctions.
Besides, at Luke's age, he only needs to work steadily and accumulate qualifications and background. His future achievements were limitless.
There was no need to use mutants to achieve his goals!
"Trask, deal with the things at hand. Remember to report to S.H.I.E.L.D in a few days. "
Luke didn't know what the other party was thinking. He told him, "I'll ask my secretary to tell you the specific address. "
Right now, S.H.I.E.L.D's headquarters hadn't been determined.
The Pentagon is where the Department of War and a National Defense Agency was. Allowing a group of agents to go in and out of the building wasn't good for publicity.
Besides, as the first Director, Luke didn't want to stay with all kinds of Generals of land, sea, and air. He didn't have any private space.
"Okay. "
Bolivar got into the car and stopped trying to guess what Luke was thinking.
The thoughts of influential people were often bizarre, and perhaps the Major General was a warmonger.
After dropping Bolivar off at home, Luke told the driver to drive to the airport, as he had to return to New York today.
'If I flew by myself, it may take less than 20 minutes. '
Luke leaned back and smiled at himself.
He had to make himself more like an average person to lower the vigilance and defensiveness from others.
Compared with Clark Kent from the studio next door, his only advantage was that he is a human being. He didn't have to worry about being rejected.
The phrase 'if you are not one of us, you're one of 'them'' is sometimes quite accurate.
Any creature would have a certain degree of hostility to outsiders who break into their territory.
Even in the studio next door Superman was called a beacon to guide the world; Batman was also wary of all kinds of things.
'Where do I find another mutant?'
Luke tapped his fingers on the seat, and a person popped into his head.
He didn't have a deep impression of mutants. Except for the two leaders who were still children, Magneto and Professor Charles, the only clear thing was that there's only that guy.
"Conner, look up James Howlett for me. He also had a brother, both of whom participated in the Normandy landings. "
Luke ordered him to go down and find a soldier who had served in the military. It wasn't difficult for him.
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Luke returned to New York before nightfall.
He still lived in the tower suite in Waldorf Astoria and hadn't changed locations.
'The next step is asset placement. '
Luke had already sketched out the rough shape of the business investment plan in his mind and talked to Howard about cooperation for a while. He believed the other party would be interested.
Iron Man's father could be said to be prosperous recently.
As a participant in the Manhattan Project, he entered the White House with Oppenheimer and was honored by the President.
Stark Industries, which the Stark owned, had seen its stock prices soar.
Of course, Howard wasn't responsible for this.
The current U.S. stock market is different from the era when Warren Buffett fought the ups and downs of the Great Depression and told himself that he had too little knowledge.
After the Great Depression and the war-era slump, the US stock market was like a fountain that had been suppressed for a long time. It was about to usher in a sustained bull market for a long time.
When the unstable situation disappeared after the war, those Wall Street stockbrokers closed their eyes and randomly selected five stocks out of ten stocks that will go up.
If he only wanted to make money, Luke could easily arrange to become the most successful businessman after the 20th century with a precise vision beyond the times -- then the script would become a Rebirth in Wall Street instead of the Marvel Universe.
Wealth and status were icing on the cake for him, not the primary purpose.
After all, the five Cosmic Beings, and the higher beings in the Living Tribunal, didn't care about his social status and official rank.
"Just leave this to the hotel waiter. "
Luke returned to the hotel and quietly walked behind Malèna.
After looking at the beautiful girl with her apron tied and constantly busy, a smile couldn't help but appear at the corner of her mouth.
"I like to do it myself ..."
Malèna, who did not know beforehand, was startled and turned around to see the familiar face and smiled softly.
Like a wife waiting for her husband to return home, she carefully helped Luke take off his uniform jacket.
These days, he was busy dealing with official business, waiting for the award, and preparing for S.H.I.E.L.D. They haven't seen each other for a while.
"I just made mushroom soup, so I asked room service to bring over some more staple food. "
Malèna was wearing a beige floral skirt and a pair of flat-heeled shoes under her feet. Her wavy black long hair was rolled up high, giving off a homey vibe.
"Cossa said that you stayed in the hotel all day and never wanted to go out. That's not good. "
Luke put his arms around Malèna's plump waist. This beautiful woman who came to New York from Sicily had a very different personality from Carter.
The female agent was independent and self-reliant and always wanted to prove her ability.
And Malèna was the typical little woman who likes to stay at home.
She only wanted to have a solid reliance and give herself enough security and never ask for anything else.
Luke sometimes enjoyed the feeling of being depended on, so he often spent the night at Malèna's.
"I read books, listen to the radio, and occasionally go for a walk in the garden below. "
Malèna retorted, revealing a lovely romantic feeling from the corners of her eyes.
Luke glanced at the magazines on his desk. Most of them were about cooking and flower arrangement.
"I'll ask Cossa to introduce a reliable real estate agent someday; it's not good to stay in a hotel all the time. "
Luke put his plan to buy real estate on the agenda. He traveled back and forth between Washington, D.C., and New York, but he didn't ask too much for accommodation.
Malèna was different. A long-term stay in Waldorf would inevitably make her feel bored.
Moreover, as a traveler, buying a house should be the top priority engraved in the depths of the soul.
"Mr. Alessandro is usually very busy, so there's no need to bother him with this small matter. "
Malèna came over with some fragrant mushroom soup. He could see that she was an excellent cook.
The rich cream, the sliced mushrooms, the scattered corn kernels, and the diced bacon were genuinely delicious.
"Trust me, he'll be happy to. "
Luke remembered the mafia leader, and the first thing he did after the meeting was to send himself a woman.
This shows that the other party was a seasoned veteran when it came to pleasing the powerful.
To win the favor of a military Major General with a bit of effort was something many people would kill for.
"I'm going to have to put a mark on you later. "
Using the Superdemon card, Luke had recently mastered a new skill -- the ability to imprint a specific person mentally.
Like in the other studio, the shortcut to find Superman was to throw Lois Lane down the stairs.
Even in Washington, D.C., if something happened to Malèna, he will come as soon as possible.
However, the above situation is unlikely to happen. If Hydra or the Hellfire Club dared to come to New York to cause a mess, they would be annihilated.
Luke was happy to let them experience what an iron fist of justice was!
"Eat first; it's getting cold. "
Malèna flicked her hair and looked forward to his evaluation.
Before long, the room service pushed the dining car and delivered all kinds of main courses.
There was foie gras, leg of lamb, as well as oyster and vegetable salad.
Luke began to feast and enjoy the pleasurable dining experience.
Stellar energy could support daily consumption, but it didn't fill his appetite.
"Mr. Alessandro said he wanted to see you. "
When Luke finished his dinner, Malèna said so in passing as she cleared the table.
The Mafia leader who came to North America from Sicily and traveled across the ocean with all his family members was said to have established a firm foothold in New York.
Luke asked Uncle Frank to introduce Alessandro to the Irish Mob, and with a Major General behind him as an umbrella, the NYPD turned a blind eye to these Italians.
Alessandro was also brilliant. He had no plans to snatch the business from his compatriots and the Irish people. He didn't touch the lucrative business of smuggling and contraband.
Instead, it took a different approach and started in the gray industry, such as casino games and money laundering.
With great efforts, several underground casinos had been opened. Recently, the business was booming, and it had gradually gained a little fame in Lower Manhattan.
"What can I do for you?"
Luke was lying on the sofa, narrowing his eyes slightly.
He didn't want to have too much contact with Alessandro's gang unless necessary.
Since the end of the war, Luke's high status had led him to deal with a heavy workload every day.
Carter was in charge of S.H.I.E.L.D, which was still in preparation.
The mutant aspects could be given to Bolivar; he just had to wait for the results.
The most important work still came from the White House and the Pentagon. Politicians on Capitol Hill competing with each other, military dignitaries who come to show goodwill and make friends, and some prominent entrepreneurs who wanted him to invest in themselves.
Social parties and banquets take up most of the time.
Sometimes the limelight was too strong, which wasn't necessarily a good thing!
Luke sighed with emotion.
"Mr. Alessandro wants to follow the family name in Sicily and name the Mafia the Corleone family ... which of course requires your approval. "
Malèna walked over and reached out to rub Luke's temples with moderate, gentle, and soothing pressure.
She squatted on the edge of the sofa, plump and charming, stretching into a beautiful curve.
"There is no need to ask my permission for such a trivial matter. "
After enjoying the massage for a while, Luke turned his head to Malèna and said with a fiery look in his eyes, "I just want to taste the dessert after dinner now. "
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The next day, early morning.
Luke took a deep breath and lifted his head from Malèna's full breasts.
The world was bleak, and the hearts of the people were cold. Only bed activities could provide some warmth.
"I wanted to exercise in the morning ..."
Luke couldn't help but feel a little pity when he saw the afterglow of the woman beside his pillow and seemed to be still immersed in a sweet dream.
Although Malèna worked hard, last night's exercise wasn't gratifying.
He was reaching down and pulling up the thin quilt that had slipped off to cover the Sicilian darling's shoulder. Luke rolled out of bed and went into the bathroom.
After washing, he opened the heavy curtains that blocked the light to welcome the rising sun of a new day.
"This kind of quiet life is desirable. "
Luke began to stretch his muscles. After becoming a Superman, he still hadn't put down his 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups routine.
He ordered breakfast through room service.
After enjoying the meal, Luke kissed a sleepy Malèna on the forehead and walked out the door in his Major General's uniform.
"Stark Industries. "
When he got into the black sedan, Luke told the driver the location.
He was going to talk business with Howard.
Only with sufficient funding to keep S.H.I.E.L.D. running properly, it could escape from the constraints of the White House and the Pentagon completely.
Otherwise, while the purse was held in someone else's hand, he wouldn't even have the right to speak.
Stark Industries' building was located on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.
It stood opposite the Empire State Building, which was currently the tallest building in the world.
Luke's clothes were conspicuous, like an unimpeded entry permit.
"Why do you have time to visit me today, Major General Cavill? -- Damn, you're moving up faster than a rocket!"
Howard, who had a mustache, smiled and brought over two glasses of whiskey; the receptionist called a long time ago to say that an unusually young military Major General had come to visit.
Howard knew who it was with little thought.
"I just had to come back to New York, so I'm here. Drinking in broad daylight, you have indulged. "
Luke took the glass and looked at Howard with his legs crossed.
Because the Manhattan project was disclosed, the other party was in the limelight recently.
He's much more popular than the out-of-fashion Captain America and Superman, who gradually reduced their public appearances.
"You don't understand, Luke. This is a sign of inner emptiness. "
Howard drank a mouthful. With a lazy look, he frowned and said, "If there's a goddess of wisdom in this world, then I think she has already left me. "
"Ever since the Manhattan Project's research group was disbanded, my heart has been empty, and no number of women can fill it. "
Luke raised his eyebrows and smiled, "You look pretty ill. "
"Yes, that's what Jarvis said. I even had sex with three pretty girls at once, but it still didn't work. "
Howard looked at the ceiling and spoke with a melancholy expression, "After a short period of pleasure, there's an endless emptiness. Everything is so dull and tasteless. "
Seeing Howard almost speaking like a sage, Luke shook his head and laughed. The Stark family father and son were the same.
The difference is that every time Tony was in high spirits, he would go to his underground tinkering room to play with those machines and vent his sense of excitement and energy.
After studying the atom, his father seems to have lost interest in ordinary things.
"Can the Tesseract interest you and bring back your desire for knowledge and vitality?"
Luke took a sip of whiskey. As if he saw a fish on the hook, he lightly said, "I remember you were interested in it. "
The lonely and empty Howard suddenly turned over and sat up. His eyes instantly regained their light, and he rubbed his hands with passion. He asked, "When do we start?"
"After you join S.H.I.E.L.D. The Tesseract is a top-ranking item. Access wouldn't be granted by non-personnel. "
Luke threw out the conditions. Now, he thought it would be better for Nick Fury, the third generation Director.
Carter and Howard laid the foundation, and Alexander Pierce laid the framework.
Wait until the hard-boiled egg Director is on top. It could be said; he only needed to sit on his hands and think of various ways to appropriate public funds.
"S.H.I.E.L.D? The reorganized Strategic Science Reserve? No problem!"
Howard didn't think much and nodded quickly.
He was almost like a sage and desperately needed a challenging problem to stimulate his empty mind.
Luke was quite satisfied. Bringing Howard in was great.
Human resources 5!
S.H.I.E.L.D scientific research strength 5!
Capital reserves 10!
"Wait, you didn't come to see me today just to get me into S.H.I.E.L.D, did you?"
After nodding in agreement, Howard seemed to react and looked at Luke with eyes as if he was looking at a schemer, "Give me back my feelings!"
"The Tesseract, for a scientific research consultant title. You're not losing anything. "
Luke ignored Howard's complaint and continued, "Back to the topic, I came to see you today for other things too. I want to talk business with you. "
When it came to business, science, and women, Howard usually showed 100% seriousness.
After thinking for a moment, he thought carefully and said, "Talking about business ... Stark Industries recently won two orders from the Defense Department, and its military factory and weapons research and development center is saturated in industry. "
"If you are short of money, I can ..."
"Howard, you misunderstood my meaning."
Luke waved his hand to interrupt the other party's words. As a businessman and the helm of a military enterprise, any judgment Howard made should be based on a reasonable consideration of the company's interests.
This is correct and won't make him unhappy.
"I'm not short of money."
Luke put down his glass, leaned back on the sofa, and uttered this somewhat ostentatious truth.
Before going out, Colonel Philips called and told him some good news.
The funding for S.H.I.E.L.D. has been approved, and the site has been confirmed.
Now Luke has an enormous budget of $16 million, so he wasn't short of money.
Ten million dollars in this era was plenty enough.
Although it is not his personal property, as S.H.I.E.L.D, Director, embezzlement of public funds was naturally a traditional niche, there would be no problem.
"Congress did me the honor of not letting S.H.I.E.L.D. stay in the same dilapidated building as the FBI. "
Luke said this because intelligence agencies such as the FBI and CIA were established to work in a few old apartments near the White House, and the funding allocated to their activities was only $450,000.
Compared to them, S.H.I.E.L.D has been very well-favored.
"Well, it looks like you want to talk business. "
Howard shrugged his shoulders and corrected his attitude, "Let me hear what the youngest Major General on American soil, and the greatest war hero of all time, has to say about his ideas for making money. "
"Does Stark Industries have any idea of entering the communications industry?"
Luke was ready to build mobile phones and communication networks before the age of communication would arrive.
The reason why he thought this way was simply because he wasn't used to the era when information transmission was too backward.
In the 1940s, Bell Telephone Laboratories in the United States manufactured the first digital scrambled speech transmission system.
In 1958, Leonid Kupriyanovic, an engineer of the Soviet Union, made further improvements to the handheld transceiver, reducing the weight from 3 kg to 500 grams.
The wireless phone, the size of bricks, had to wait until 1973 when researched by an engineering technician from Motorola, Martin Cooper.
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"Communications industry? ATT has already done it. They have the core technology from Bell Labs. Even if Stark Industries enters, they may not be able to compete."
Howard shook his head repeatedly when he heard Luke's proposal.
The Department of Defense's contracts were not as good as those of the communications industry.
Moreover, the initial investment was enormous.
Laying cables and building communication systems were all necessary tasks that would take a lot of time and cost.
The most important thing was that Stark Industries had to face the terrifying enemy, Bell Labs.
Even with Howard's critical eye, he had to admit that it was the most extraordinary laboratory in the world.
It may not be as good as the Manhattan Project, where talents and geniuses from all over the world come together.
But it could also be called a pool of talents, which shouldn't be underestimated.
Unlike his son, Howard occasionally sprang up with naïve, idealistic romanticism.
For example, give up the company's main activities, close the weapons manufacturing plant, put on the iron armor as a superhero, and so on.
As a businessman, Howard was very rational.
He wasn't optimistic about Luke's proposal. He thought that the communications field wasn't an excellent choice to expand the industry.
"Don't be in a hurry to answer yet; read my proposal before you say anything."
Luke wouldn't come empty-handed since he wanted Howard to cooperate.
With his super-brain, quick thinking, and previous knowledge of related technologies, he spent several days working out a plan.
Frankly speaking, once Superman used his brain, he could surpass over 90% of the world's geniuses.
It was like turning on the grappling hook and frantically climbing on the technology tree.
In the same 24-hours, Luke seemed to become 1 in intelligence every second.
It was a complex problem to solve. He could get the answer after a few glances.
"Bell Labs is indeed the greatest laboratory on the planet, but this doesn't mean that ATT could always monopolize the communications industry."
While Howard was reading the plan, Luke explained his thoughts, "You may not have noticed. As more and more people own cars due to the development of the automobile industry, mobile phones are in high demand, and communication is no longer limited to the home. According to my plan, Stark Industries will surely open a new era of mobile communication, and even ATT, supported by Bell Labs, may not be an opponent!"
Luke certainly knew that ATT had a trump card, Bell Labs.
There have been eleven Nobel Prize winners in physics, four Turing Awards winners, and sixteen winners of America's highest scientific awards.
Since its establishment has obtained more than 30,000 patents, with an average of one patent per day.
Many critical technologies of computers, televisions, mobile phones, cameras, and the Internet in future generations would come from Bell Labs.
It's no exaggeration to say that it changed the world.
In the original timeline, ATT relied on Bell Labs to dominate the communications industry for more than 100 years, and it had always been the leader. No one could surpass it.
It's unlikely that the communications empire built by Bell Labs would have collapsed; had it not been for the subsequent anti-monopoly laws that led to the dismantling and dismemberment of the giant.
What Luke wanted to do is to take the lead in bringing the era of mobile communication, but with the help of Stark Industries' power, to easily arrange it.
It would be pervasive in every household, from communications services to the Internet, mobile, and TV.
As long as this business is done, it wouldn't be worse than Stark Industries' businesses.
"Did you do this all by yourself?"
Howard listened and flipped through the plan.
The expression on his face changed, from the first careless to the later serious.
Halfway through, as the most successful weapons tycoon in the country, his breathing became heavy, and his speed of turning the pages became faster and faster.
"Luke. You know. Because of you, for the first time, I feel that God isn't fair!"
Half an hour later, Howard spoke in a complicated tone.
There was a surprise, excitement, and a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"I've never been jealous of your Superman physique -- except when faced with too many pretty girls and being a little overwhelmed. I've always been proud of my genius brain too, but -- you've refreshed my perception today."
"It's not that you found any novel technology or made some amazing breakthrough. Instead, your vision is completely beyond this era!"
"This plan is like a key to the future 50 years from now!"
Luke shrugged his shoulders and leisurely took in Howard's restless excitement.
He thought that this was only the essential operation of someone traveling worlds. If he wanted to defeat Bell Labs, which was famous in the world, of course, he had to pull up the technological achievements of the same era.
Besides, could a world traverser be regarded as a plagiarizer?
This was only a good advantage, leading the technological innovation in advance.
Luke reassured himself.
"That's not scientific! I don't mean to be rude, but Luke, you didn't even go to college; how did you come up with this?"
Howard gripped the thick project proposal and paced back and forth to calm his mood.
This thick stack of paper simply depicted a blueprint for the future of the communication era!
From the internal integrated chips, precision parts to the core technology of analog signal and frequency diversity, multiple access, even encrypted channels, automatic connection, etc.
Including the establishment of urban communication networks, the development of cellular mobile communication networks in the later period, and mobile phones ...
Such content filled 50 to 60 pages.
The dense and extensive arguments had almost mapped out development for the next 20 or 50 years.
That's why Howard was shocked!
Luke gave him not just one single technological invention but a path forward for the entire industry.
"Did you come back from the future in a time machine?"
Howard took a deep breath and stared at Luke sitting on the sofa to find out the honest answer from the other party.
"Yeah. The future world is fated to be ruled by artificial intelligence. To stop its evil plan to enslave humankind, I lead the resistance to build a time machine and use it to go back to the World War II-era! This is my biggest secret. Don't tell anyone because it may attract danger."
Luke was talking nonsense with an earnest look. Howard's half-believing expression amused him.
"Forget it; only having one genius in this world doesn't make sense. Well, Luke, welcome to the Genius Club; I'll give you credit for that."
After a long time, Howard shook his head and sighed, seemingly somewhat dejected.
Now, even the proudest genius had lost the capital to show off in front of Luke, which was depressing.
"How do you want to collaborate?"
Howard, who had calmed down, began to test Luke's bottom line.
He had no interest in the communications industry and didn't think Stark Industries would beat Bell Labs for the market share of U.S. telephone and telegraph companies.
But things were different now.
With this plan, not to mention taking over the market, Howard was even confident in building a communications empire.
" I'll take 60 % of the shares with the technology. Stark Industries will put in the capital and can take the remaining 30 %, and give the rest away -- the establishment of a mobile communications network must have government support."
Luke didn't beat around the bush and spoke bluntly.
He took a fancy to the substantial financial resources of Stark Industries and the deep foundation behind it.
If the communication industry was to develop, it must have the support of the government.
Although Luke had a place in the military, he was weak in politics.
As long as Stark Industries was in the market, its development wouldn't have any difficulties in the later periods.
"It makes sense." With your proposal, your design, and technology, Stark Industries quickly picked up a bargain."
Howard nodded and agreed to this simple distribution plan.
If there's a change in the terms and conditions, it had to be done later.
"In that case, let's have good cooperation."
Luke smiled and held out his hand, which Howard held tightly.
The two looked at each other with a smile and seemed to see the arrival of a new era.
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