I'm a hero in Marvel

This place is called a bar, and it is very close to the presidential palace and the airport. Moreover, the son of the bar owner works in the presidential palace, so the latest news can often be obtained here first.

The boss knew what the guests expected. Evicting them at this time would cause public outrage. He himself was also eager to know whether the president could reach an agreement with the American boss.

"Old John, give me a beer." Two young men who looked a little frustrated shouted to the boss. They were the Slaughter brothers. The brothers used to have a small fishing boat, catching fish such as sardines. Sometimes New Zealand fishmongers would buy their fish when they met them at sea. But last month, because they couldn't agree on the price, the New Zealanders pushed the price too hard, and the two brothers only sold two tons of sardines for 800 US dollars. Although sardines are not worth much, they are not so worthless. So the brothers had a quarrel with the fishmonger and beat him up.

The New Zealander was so angry that he rammed and sank their fishing boat. His boat weighed thousands of tons, while the brothers' boat was only a small wooden boat of 20 tons. As a result, the fishing boat sank directly.

The two men drifted on the sea for three days holding the broken wood before returning to Tuvalu, and they almost lost their lives. President Modote made a diplomatic protest, but the other side did not take it seriously at all, and did not even respond, let alone compensate, as if the incident had never happened.

Since then, the two brothers have become extremely depressed and have lost hope in life. If they had not heard about the opportunity to work abroad, they might have joined the anti-government forces.

The Slaughter brothers drank listlessly, and like everyone else, they looked towards the door from time to time, hoping that someone would bring news to tell everyone how things were going.

"Make way, make way." A girl of about fifteen or sixteen, with a dignified appearance, squeezed in front of the bar counter. She asked anxiously, "Old John, is there any news?"

The boss shook his head silently: "Kadele, not yet. To be honest, Kadele, this is an overseas labor job. I heard that Costa Group is recruiting for positions in plantations, farms and mines. They need heavy manual laborers, and it may be difficult for you to be selected."

The young girl named Kadel looked at herself. Her thin arms and legs were obviously not suitable for manual labor. She said sadly, "But if I lose the election, what will happen to my sick mother? Do you want me and my mother to stay on this island and wait to die?"

Big Slaude glanced at Kadel and said, "Kadel, to tell you the truth, my brother likes you. If you are willing to marry him, both of us brothers should have a chance to be chosen. Then we will find a way to take you and your mother abroad. As long as you agree to marry my brother."

Little Slode looked at Kadel, without saying a word, but nodded silently. Kadel looked at the Slode brothers, who used to make a living by fishing, and their life was not bad, because they ate well and were relatively strong.

This overseas labor job requires heavy manual laborers, and they are both likely to be selected.

Kadel hesitated. Big Slaude's words were obviously tempting her. There was no such thing as love here. In this country where it was difficult to survive, love was a luxury. Living was the most important thing.

Cardell looked at little Slode, who had an ordinary appearance, neither handsome nor ugly, but a very strong body. She had neither a favorable nor unfavorable impression of this person.

Big Slaude was a little impatient with Kadel's hesitation: "Girl, make a decision quickly! If we brothers are selected, I will not agree if you come to my brother again. There will be many good girls vying to go abroad with him!"

What the great Slaude said was true. Cadel had no time to hesitate and was about to answer:

Ding-ling-ling! The door of the bar was pushed open again, and everyone's attention was drawn to it, including the Slud brothers and Cardell.

The man who came was John Jr., the son of John Sr., who worked as a waiter in the presidential palace. He was out of breath as if he had just run from the presidential palace. He walked to the counter and everyone made way for him. The originally noisy bar immediately became quiet, and everyone stared at John Jr., waiting for the news he would bring.

Little John drank some water at the counter and took a breath, then stood at the bar and announced to the hundreds of people present: "The president has signed an agreement with Mr. Roberto, and will start recruiting workers at Tuvalu Airport tomorrow! The jobs will be in South America and Southeast Asia! I heard it's a long-term contract of more than ten years!"

Wow! Applause, stamping, crying and laughter mixed in the bar. The bar, which was quiet just now, was boiling instantly. It was one thing to know the news, and it was another to confirm that the news was true. After all, only when it was confirmed that the old president had really reached an agreement could the people feel truly at ease.

"Little John, wait a minute! Did they say how many people they want to hire?" The Slud brothers thought more long-term. If they hired a small number of people, the competition would be very intense...

The doubts of the Slud brothers are also the focus of many people. Everyone is eager to have more job opportunities so that they can be selected. Especially girls like Kadel, they hope to find cooking or logistics jobs.

Little John cleared his throat and told everyone in a cheerful tone: "The job quota is here, friends! That's all!"

Tuvalu's national anthem is "Tuvalu Belongs to God." After learning that Costa Group was about to recruit nationwide, the sinking island nation echoed with the joyful singing of this song all night long.

Ironically, it was not the legendary God or gods who saved the country and its people, but a group of young mutants.

Modote stood in the villa of the presidential palace, listening to the singing and laughter coming from all over the country, feeling mixed emotions that were beyond words.

Should he feel sad for his countrymen's disloyalty to the country? Or should he feel angry? Modott's emotions are complicated and far beyond the simple description of sadness and anger.

This complicated feeling is like going to a gift shop with money in your pocket and full of expectations to choose New Year gifts for your family, but being told that all the favorite items are sold out.

Perhaps, this unspeakable loneliness and loss is a true reflection of the old president's inner feelings at this moment.

"Mr. President, be happy. After all, this is a win-win situation. You cannot force the people's thoughts. No matter how much you love this country, you cannot change the harsh reality it faces," Roberto said to Modote.

The mutant, called Sunspot, understood the president's thoughts, but he felt that the old man was just asking for trouble. How could a country without prospects and a future expect these people to remain loyal to and identify with the country?

This country has no achievements to show off, no history and culture to celebrate, and no hope or future to be seen. It is good enough that the people born here have no complaints, but you cannot expect too much.

Roberto was ordered by Katie to talk to Modotte. Now that an agreement has been reached, they don't want to make any mistakes at the critical moment and must ensure that the plan is foolproof.

Roberto walked up to Modott and said with emotion: "You have fought for this country all your life. It's time to take a good rest."

"What do you mean?" Modott turned to look at Roberto and asked.

"Look, I have prepared a high-quality villa for you on the coast of Portugal, and a 30-meter-long yacht. As for your granddaughter's studies, I have helped you contact a private university in the UK. What do you think?" Roberto said bluntly.

Modotte was about to say something, but Roberto immediately interrupted him.

"Don't be quick to refuse. This is what you deserve. You have worked hard for the country and the people all your life. It is not too much to get this." Roberto looked at Modote with a smile and turned his gaze to the other corner of the room.

Modott followed Roberto's gaze and saw the middle-aged man who had met him at the meeting, with a serious face and looked difficult to deal with, standing there.

He stared at Modot with sharp eyes like a poisonous viper. Modot felt almost breathless just by looking at this man. This man was a real ruthless character. Modot felt that he could take his life at any time if he wanted to.

Modott was sweating profusely. Roberto was very satisfied with his reaction and continued, "Look, you take what you deserve, the villa, the yacht and enough dollars for you to spend the rest of your life. I just don't want to hear some inappropriate words in certain occasions, do you understand me?"

Modott swallowed his saliva. The young man in front of him was in a high position and was the world's top supplier of raw materials. He was not afraid of even the president of a superpower. This kind of momentum could not be matched by the leader of a small country with a population of more than 10,000.

Modotte almost didn't hesitate and immediately replied: "Okay, Mr. Roberto, you are actually helping us. My countrymen and I are very grateful to the Skota Group. I don't think anyone will say anything about it, please rest assured."

At this moment, the stubborn old president put aside all his pride and stubbornness. Look at the cheering and singing crowd outside the window! There is nothing in this world worth Modott's persistence.

Instead of wasting time on these thankless tasks, it is better to go to Portugal and enjoy the rest of your life. And my granddaughter will have the opportunity to study at a prestigious British school! I believe the little girl will be very happy. She has always dreamed of becoming the kind of elite and intellectual modern woman in the movies.

As for Tuvalu? Sorry, after tonight, this country has nothing to do with me!