Superman

Mr. President said dryly.

Luke, who watched the other party leave, restrained his smile.

He set a goal long ago not to be the mascot of the federal government.

Neither politicians nor capital groups can buy themselves off.

"Who would be willing to be inferior to others?"

Luke held the champagne in his hand, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Your Excellency, Commodore, I am a reporter from the Daily Bugle! Can I take a photo?"

When the young reporter saw Mr. President leaving, the entourage did not stop him, and hurried over.

He struggled to carry the bulky camera and looked at Luke expectantly.

Daily Bugle?

Dare to love this is still an old-fashioned newspaper?

Luke raised his eyebrows, stood up straight, with a friendly and polite smile on his face.

"can."

Click!

A flash of light freezes the picture.

The upright figure and handsome face of the young brigadier general will be spread around the world along with the printed newspapers.

"You don't seem very happy, Steve, no, I should call you Captain America. Who will deal with Germans? It's the Stars and Stripes man with big plans!"

By the time Luke met Rogers, it had been a week since he had returned to New York.

The Allied Command finally agreed to the young brigadier general who wanted to go to the front line to go to the battlefield.

Luke, who was free, made a special trip to visit his old friend, and he hummed the familiar melody that is widely known in the streets and alleys.

It's just that Rogers didn't seem too happy to hear the song, turned his head in shame, and said, "Stop making fun of me, Luke, or do you want me to call you Superman? I don't like my current life at all. !"

Backstage at the Broadway theater, Captain America, wearing a tight costume and holding a Union Jack shield in his hand, had a frustrated expression on his face.

There is no longer the steadfastness and high morale of the past!

He had become a bond salesman in the hands of the senator.

Daily life is to cooperate with publicity, perform on stage, and then take group photos.

Speaking the same lines, doing repetitive movements, like a machine!

"You're a comic book and movie hero, the Captain America everyone adores"

Luke patted the other person on the shoulder and said this deliberately.

"They just need an idol! A clown standing on stage! You are the hero in the real world! By the way, I haven't congratulated you yet, Commodore Cavill!"

Rogers shook his head, cheered up, and said with a smile.

His original purpose of joining the army was to make his due contribution to this war like the soldiers on the front line.

Instead of being a clown, standing on the stage and speaking meaningless lines, selling various bonds issued by the state.

"I thought you would like this feeling, a big star in Broadway theater, and people know you everywhere you go."

Luke hooked Rogers' neck with his hand, and said with a smile.

"But you have changed a lot. I used to have to bend down to get your shoulders."

Rogers turned his face away, ignored his friend's teasing, and said in a tired tone: "You know, the last time I went to the Caspian training camp in New Jersey is the place where we stayed. Every soldier is talking about you, talking about you The experience in training, and your legendary deeds."

"Really! I am happy for you and proud of you! Luke, you deserve this honor! I wanted to tell them that you are my friend! But I was afraid that the soldiers would ask why you were at the front , while I hid behind"

Rogers, who was called "Captain America", laughed at himself.

He was tired of the present day, but he couldn't resist.

Obeying orders is the bounden duty of soldiers.

The senator obtained the consent of the military, and Rogers could only be obedient.

"Then you can go to Europe with me."

Luke still held Rogers' shoulders as he did in Brooklyn before, and said the surprising good news in an understatement tone.

"Is Europe real?"

It took a few seconds for Rogers to react, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"But what about the military? The senator won't agree!"

Soon, Rogers' eyes dimmed again.

He knew Luke was trying to help him, but it wouldn't be good to get in trouble for it.

Senator Brandt was well placed on the committee and had a good relationship with the military.

"Hey, little guy from Brooklyn, you've got a brigadier general, an Allied hero, and a rising star decorated by the President."

Luke pretended to be annoyed, frowned, and said his title solemnly.

In fact, before he drove here, he had gone to see that Senator Brandt.

Hearing about his purpose of coming, the arrogant senator agreed without saying a word.

Before Luke left, the other party even begged him not to blame him, keeping his posture very low.

This is the true nature of a politician, bullying the weak and fearing the strong, and acting according to the wind!

"How is it? Captain America, do you want to go to the European battlefield and see how powerful Hydra is with me!"

Hearing Luke's invitation, Rogers nodded sharply, his eyes full of surprise.

He felt that his life had regained hope!

"Thank you, Luke."

Rogers said gratefully.

"You should call me Commander."

Luke laughed twice, and pulled Captain America away from the Broadway theater.

"Go! Let's go have a drink! Celebrate Captain America's new life and our reunion!"

The two figures crossed their shoulders, walked up the street talking and laughing, and disappeared into the crowd.

Chapter 38 starts a lottery draw, guaranteeing the bottom line

In the middle of the night, the stars are shining.

Waldorf Astoria, Tower Suite.

In the dark and spacious bedroom, only Malena's even breathing could be heard.

This mature girl with a charming style has a blush on her cheeks.

It was as if he had just finished some intense exercise, dragged his exhausted body, and fell asleep.

"It's time to draw a lottery."

Luke, who remained awake and did not see the slightest physical exertion, gently pulled out the right hand that Marlena used as a pillow.

Throwing off the thin quilt, she got out of bed naked.

Not long after, the sound of running water came from the bathroom.

"It's really boring for two guys who are not drunk to run to the tavern."

A few minutes later, Luke put on a bathrobe, opened the French windows, and walked outside.

The slightly cold night wind blows past, and there is a feeling of coolness immediately.

After leaving the Broadway theater in the afternoon, he and Rogers went to Old Joseph's tavern in Brooklyn to catch up on the old days, and they attracted a lot of crowds.

One is a war hero, a legend.

One is Captain America, er, it should be regarded as a national idol.

The people of New York came upon hearing the news and packed old Joseph's tavern.

Anyway, in the end, the original classic program of reuniting old friends, imagining the future, and recalling the past has turned into a dull wine competition.

The sound of wine glasses colliding one after another, the aroma of malt wafting around, and occasionally a burst of laughter erupted because of a vulgar joke.

The atmosphere is so hot that people think that there is some adult show that is not suitable for children!

"Like Rogers, I've forgotten what it's like to be drunk."

Luke sighed.

Later, when he and Rogers walked out of the tavern.

It was already the beginning of the lights outside, and the night was falling.

They were sane, not drunk, and walked without the slightest wobble.

As for those guys who fight wine?

They all fell on the wine table one by one, and some lay on the ground directly, making a mess in the tavern.

Old Joseph asked the clerk to clean up, and threw these people out on the side of the street.

Anyway, being a homeless person for one night will not cause any major problems.

For super soldiers, the serum injected into the body will form a protective system for regeneration and healing, and a mere alcohol can't paralyze Rogers at all.

He was frozen for 70 years, and nothing happened.

If it was a normal person, I'm afraid it would have turned into a mummy long ago.

And Luke, if he wants to make him a little bit drunk, he may have to use the fine wine that has been preserved for thousands of years in Asgard.

The two chatted for a few words, and then went home.

Afterwards, Luke and Marlena had another pleasant and in-depth cordial exchange to promote physical and mental health.

After a fulfilling day, he finally remembered that there was another chance to draw a Superman template.

"Open the lucky draw opportunity."

Feeling the cool night breeze, Luke's thoughts moved slightly.

In the mind, light flickered.

Numerous templates floating out of thin air rotate rapidly.

Every short stop can affect Luke's emotions and make his heart beat faster.

"Silver Superman can do this."

Luke looked at the Superman template with a silver border and couldn't help but get excited.

"Hey! How did it pass! That superhuman thinking?"

Another extremely powerful Superman template floated by.

Stop until the speed of rotation slows down.

Template extraction complete

Magical Superman Itragen Superdemon

"It turns out that this is not a surprise, nor is it a disappointment. It feels like winning a lottery."

Luke froze for a moment, then smiled.

So, isn't the lack of magic resistance, one of Superman's flaws, made up for?

If I have the opportunity to meet the Supreme Master in the future, I won't feel confident.

Italegan, also known as "Magic Superman", is the counterpart of Superman in the Earth-13 magical universe.

Compared to Superman with zero magic resistance, he has no weakness in this regard.

Conversely, Magical Superman can also manipulate fire, harness energy, and resist mind control.