Superman

Maybe a certain black stewed egg will be there too.

After all, Nick Fury had the experience of joining the Howling Commandos in his early years.

"What about Rogers?"

Luke asked curiously.

As the saying goes, the bigger the pectoral muscles, the greater the responsibility!

I don't know if Rogers will make his debut this time and become a generation of idols in the hearts of Americans.

"Rogers? Congressman Bland is more interested in him and plans to make him an image ambassador for selling national debt."

Colonel Phillips shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

He originally wanted to recruit both super soldiers into the Howling Commando to complete a plan of the Strategic Science Corps.

But Congressman Bland refused to let go.

He took a fancy to the "super soldier" gimmick.

I want to make one of Luke or Rogers into a household star.

In this way, it can not only sell national debt, add luster to political achievements, but also stand for one's own future election platform.

Simply the best of both worlds!

"Is that so?"

Luke secretly thought it was a fluke.

Without Rogers blocking the gun for him, wearing costumes to perform on stage, and being a salesman, maybe it's his turn.

Even if they can re-enter the military's field of vision through other means at that time, many opportunities will be missed!

like now

Side Quest: Roaring Commandos, the first steps of a war hero!

Requirements: join it and be approved by more than three team members.

Reward: Scarecrow's Fear Gas 10.

"The task list is open."

Luke took the time to glance at the character panel, and a side mission suddenly appeared on it.

"It feels weird to travel to the Marvel world and get rewarded with props from the studio next door."

Seeing the gaze cast by Colonel Phillips, Luke restrained his thoughts and said in a deep voice; "I am willing to lead the Howling Commando!"

The former was very satisfied with this answer.

"Don't let me down, Luke."

The colonel happily patted Luke on the shoulder, turned and walked out of the infirmary.

"I received a call from President Roosevelt this morning. From now on, the Strategic Science Corps has a new mission!"

"We are going to fight Hydra to the death! Kill this terrifying monster hiding in the depths of the shadows in this war!"

""

The next morning, Colonel Phillips gave an impassioned speech.

Various researchers, as well as agents and spies, began to pack their things and prepare to move their positions.

They are about to leave New York, follow the instructions of their superiors, and rush to the front line in London.

The Super Soldier Project failed, and the Strategic Science Corps, which originally carried huge expectations, dropped instantly in status!

Rogers standing in the lobby of the base looked blank, like an outsider,

He didn't know what to do, and no one told him what to do.

Miss Carter, Howard Stark, they all have their own missions.

Except myself!

"Colonel! If you want to deal with Hydra, I want to join too!"

Rogers plucked up his courage and walked up to Colonel Phillips.

For the murderer of Dr. Erskine, Rogers has a deep hatred in his heart.

"You are now the property of the military, and I have no right to arrange your whereabouts."

Colonel Phillips shook his head.

Two super soldiers, he can only choose one.

The rest belonged to Senator Brand.

Phillips hated making deals like this, but he had to.

Dr. Erskine is shot, and the super-soldier project fails, a series of accidents that mark the military's research dollars thrown into the water with nothing in return.

As the manager of the Strategic Science Corps, Phillips bears most of the pressure.

Even though many of the responsibilities were attributed to Congressman Brand, it was the Hydra killer who appeared in his entourage.

But as we all know, this powerful senator has always been nicknamed "non-stick pan".

Phillips didn't know how the other party justified it. Anyway, the committee's accountability in the end only fell on him.

In order to preserve the strength of the Strategic Science Corps, a portion of allocated resources is retained.

Phillips had to make a deal with Congressman Brand, and handing Rogers over to the other party was at least better than staying in the laboratory as a guinea pig.

"The serum is working, Colonel! I can go to war"

Rogers still wanted to fight for a chance, but was interrupted by Colonel Phillips: "Member Brand said that there is a more suitable battlefield for you."

After saying that, he turned to leave.

"The colonel is also under a lot of pressure, don't be discouraged."

Looking at Rogers with a disappointed face, Carter, who was standing beside him, comforted him.

She held the experimental records in both hands, with sympathy in her eyes.

Through body modification, the originally thin and short man has reached 188 feet and [-]cm, almost as tall as Luke.

Moreover, Rogers' muscles are more swollen, like a bodybuilder.

Luke, who is also a super soldier, is not so exaggerated.

"And Luke! Where is he?"

Rogers suddenly remembered that he hadn't seen Luke since yesterday.

"I don't know. The colonel said he had another mission."

Carter shook his head.

Chapter 14 You must not be afraid

Just when the Strategic Science Corps embarked on a journey to London and Rogers was pulled by the senator to be a sales ambassador for national bonds, Luke remained in Brooklyn, New York.

As Carter said, he has other tasks.

After that conversation in the infirmary, Colonel Phillips told Luke an amazing plan with a very high level of secrecy!

Even with super soldiers leading the team, the degree of difficulty is very high!

Colonel Phillips handed over the Howling Commando to Luke, not simply because of his ability.

As the world's only super soldier, no one is better suited to carry out that plan than Luke!

In other words, the Colonel needs him!

That's why the idea of ​​cultivation came out!

Luke himself was not surprised by this.

This is one of the reasons why he did not hide his excellent performance in the Lehigh training camp.

Interpersonal communication in society is essentially the exchange of interests between each other.

In a sense, being able to be used by others is also a manifestation of value.

There is a saying in the Internet joke from the previous life, "Since I became a waste, no one can use me anymore", which makes me laugh, but it actually makes sense after thinking about it.

With the failure of the super soldier program, the status of the Strategic Science Corps has clearly slipped.

Funds have been cut, personnel have been mobilized, from the rear to the front

This series of actions shows that Colonel Phillips will not think of any way to make the Strategic Science Corps show the necessity of its own existence.

Then, it is likely to face the end of being abolished.

This is not alarmist.

The allocation of all resources during wartime must put value and efficiency first.

"So in order to restore the status of the Strategic Science Corps, will the colonel let me lead the Roaring Commando? I thought my charisma was strong enough to be able to attack any plot role by myself."

Luke lay on the big hotel bed, looking at the stiff military uniforms hanging on the hangers.

"Captain Carville."

He muttered something, with a smile on his face.

This was one of the benefits given by Colonel Phillips, and also for the convenience of leading the Howling Commandos.

Otherwise, who would be willing to accept a recruit and become his immediate boss.

It took Luke less than a month to go from being a third-class soldier who had just enlisted in the army to being promoted to lieutenant officer.

It can be said that the speed is amazing!

"If I really fulfill the task assigned by Colonel Phillips, let alone a captain, I am afraid that it is not impossible to become the fastest-promoted field officer in history. If I am determined to develop at that time, I may be able to learn from Eisenhower and live there. The White House."

Luke's thinking keeps diverging, outlining a beautiful blueprint for the future.

After a while, he couldn't help laughing out loud, and laughed at himself, "It seems like I'm thinking too far."

This young man who was promoted to captain and was about to lead the Roaring Commando, got rid of unnecessary distracting thoughts and returned to the issue of his own ability.

"I'm Superman now, although it's a low-profile version."

Luke opened the character panel and looked at the data presented on it.

The power he possesses is about the same as when Superman first came out.

In terms of speed, it can run faster than a car with full horsepower, punch through a thick steel plate, and the dynamic vision can capture the trajectory of the bullet.

The muscle density far exceeds that of ordinary people, making it difficult for ordinary small-caliber bullets and cold weapons to cause fatal damage to Luke.

It can be said that the invulnerable Man of Steel does not consider heavy fire weapons.

"The upper limit of the superman template for LV1 civilians is probably the evolution of physical fitness to the point where you can catch bullets with your bare hands and block the shells with your body."

Luke thought about it, he wanted to unlock "flying" and "hot sight", and that required the Superman template of the LV2 fighter.

"It feels like when Superman debuted, he wasn't that powerful. It wasn't until later that his abilities became more and more perfect and powerful enough to blow up the six-dimensional universe with one punch!"

Seeing the many superman templates waiting to be unlocked in the consciousness space, Luke suddenly felt that one day he might also be able to evolve to that step.

"A world without Batman and Kryptonite would be nice"

With this in mind, Luke closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Old Joseph's Tavern, Brooklyn.

When Luke walked in, the people who had agreed to meet were already sitting in the corner seats.

"Timothy Allohuis Kadwalad Dugan God! Your name is so long! I'd better call you Damm Duggan!"

Luke beckoned for a glass of stout, pulled out a chair and sat down.

He didn't exchange too many pleasantries, nor did he deliberately act enthusiastically.

Dugan is a typical soldier, with tough features and two upturned beards.

Seeing that his commander was a guy who was too young, his expression was a little gloomy.