Marvel’s Superman

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the future world created by Stark Industries! Do you believe that a wave of new technology is sweeping, maybe a few years from now, cars will no longer have to touch the ground! "

After taking the microphone, he took out a handkerchief to wipe his lips, and Iron Man's father started his performance.

He seemed to be enjoying the gaze from the bottom of the stage, while he was promoting his company's innovative technology, while beckoning the beautiful girl to take off the four wheels of the red car.

Howard Stark, standing on the stage, is not like a scientist, but more like a magician who is well versed in performance skills.

Know how to catch the audience's attention.

"The latest anti-gravity technology developed by Stark Corporation will make it all possible!"

Howard smiled and turned on the power of the instrument.

The car with its wheels removed slowly floated up.

This magical scene made the audience hold their breath.

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, he was not interested in Howard Stark's gadgets.

Although the other party can be regarded as one of the smartest geniuses in the world, he is the same as the immature Iron Man Tony Stark.

They all have one common trait, or a family-herited character flaw—

That is not good to deal with!

Perhaps, this can be attributed to a common problem among geniuses!

Taking this opportunity, Luke sneaked out of the crowd and got rid of the unnecessary entanglement of the young girls.

The youthful and lively gentle township should be left to Bucky, who is about to rush to England to serve his motherland.

Turning his head inadvertently, Luke saw Rogers' thin back.

He left the crowd gathered on the stage and walked towards the recruiting station not far away.

Luke took a deep breath, thinking that was the beginning of Captain America.

He put his hands in his pockets, thinking about what to do.

Although it is said that development is the right way.

But who knows when the gold finger will arrive.

Moreover, when I went to the Marvel studio, I thought about living a peaceful life for ordinary people, which seems to be a bit of a waste of time-travel quotas.

While thinking about it, Luke saw the figure of an old man again.

He has gray hair, a little bald, and glasses on the bridge of his nose.

Abraham Erskine!

Luke recognized each other.

The developer of the super soldier serum, the German scientist who made the Hydra leader Red Skull, slowly walked into the recruiting station.

"Well! It seems that there are still stalkers!"

Luke, who was about to follow, suddenly turned solemn.

He saw that behind Abraham Erskine, several men in black with round hats followed him.

Their waists were bulging, and they looked nervous, looking left and right.

It doesn't look like an ordinary tourist, and the identity of the accompanying bodyguard is also much different.

"Hydra?"

A thought popped into Luke's mind.

As the developer of the super soldier serum, Dr. Erskine must be a thorn in the eyes of Hydra.

The Red Skull will do everything possible to get rid of this threat!

Once the Allies get the super soldier serum and create a large number of super soldiers, there is no suspense in winning or losing this war.

Between thoughts flashing, Luke also walked into the recruiting station.

"Steve..."

Bucky recovers from the Howard Stark performance and turns to look at his sullen friend, who has long since disappeared.

"Luke..."

He looked at Luke again, but he didn't expect to see anyone.

"What's the matter! Where did they all go!"

Bucky muttered, and was dragged to other exhibition areas by the remaining female companions.

...

...

"The battlefield is not for you."

At the draft station, Rogers was rejected again.

When the officer recruiting soldiers saw his thin figure, he expressed his attitude without even thinking about it, without even looking at the completed information form.

Although Rogers argued hard, his words were sincere.

But no matter what he said, the officer just shook his head.

In his view, sending this lanky little man into battle was no different from murder.

"You still have a lot of things to do. You don't have to join the army. We are in desperate need of labor. You can go to the factory to make weapons for the front line, or you can find another job!"

The officer said impatiently.

He pushed back Rogers' draft form with a non-negotiable expression on his face.

"War is not a fight! You will only drag others down when you go to the battlefield! Instead, it is better to stay in the back of the mainland honestly!"

"Be content, boy! You don't have to risk your life and shuttle through the hail of bullets. This is a good thing no one can think of!"

Looking at the thin little man in front of him, the recruiting officer said so.

He couldn't understand why the other party had to join the army, wouldn't it be good to stay at home?

There is no danger to life, let alone experience the cruelty of war.

No matter how precious the medal of honor is, can it be important to live?

Who doesn't know now, the Allies and the Axis powers are at odds.

Every battlefield is like a meat grinder, constantly devouring the flesh and blood of both sides.

Of the corpses filled in the trenches, only God knows the exact number!

"Sir! I want to serve my country! I want to do something! I can definitely do something..."

The recruiting officer avoided Rogers' firm look and shook his head again.

Everything must be done according to the rules, and he cannot recruit an unqualified soldier.

The gradually increasing voices of the two attracted the attention of Abraham Erskine.

He looked at the depressed Rogers, as if thinking of something.

"It really is exactly the same as the trajectory of history..."

Luke on the side watched quietly, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

However, he quickly suppressed his smile, because behind Abraham Erskine, the men in black who were following him were approaching.

Their eyes were cold, with murderous expressions on their faces, and their right hands slowly stretched out to the bulging position on their waists.

Almost instantly!

The man in black lifts the corner of his shirt!

Pull out the hidden pistol!

The cold muzzle was aimed at Abraham Erskine.

It seemed like the trigger was about to be pulled in the next second.

Bang!

A shot goes off!

The crowd in the recruitment station immediately fell into a panic, and screams with panic, like steam gushing from a locomotive, filled the air.

Those recruits who were wearing military uniforms and had not yet enlisted in the army were like ants on a hot pan, running around without a clue.

They had never been on the battlefield, let alone received formal training, and had absolutely no idea what to do.

The officer in charge of the guard fell in a pool of blood, and a bullet hole appeared in the white round cap on his head.

Blood gushed out from the back of his head, and with that twisted face, it was particularly terrifying.

"Come on!"

Luke, who was hiding, pulled Dr. Erskine, who fell to the ground, up, turned and turned into the cubicle in the corridor.

Intense gunshots came from behind, and bullets hit the wall, spattering a large plume of dust.

Luke glanced at Rogers, who was hiding his head in his hands and hiding behind the cabinet, and couldn't help but have a strange idea.

If the future Captain America dies, what will happen next?

Will there be a new hero?

Or did the Third Reich win the war and the Red Skull conquered the world?

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The clear gunshot interrupted Luke's distractions.

He looked at the nervous Dr. Erskine and said softly, "You hide here! Don't walk around!"

Outside the compartment, the sound of footsteps "da-da-da" gradually approached.

As the curtain was drawn, a figure with a gun appeared due to the reflection of the light.

Luke touched the Colt M1911 behind his waist, took a deep breath, and rushed out of the corridor partition!