Superman

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

He took the microphone, took out a handkerchief and wiped his lips, Iron Man's father started his own performance.

He seemed to enjoy the gaze under the stage, while advertised his own company's innovative technology, while beckoning the pretty 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 knows how to perform.

Know what means to use to grab the audience's attention.

"Stark's latest anti-gravity technology, all of this will be possible!"

Howard smiled and turned on the instrument.

The car with the wheels unloaded slowly floated up.

This magical scene made the audience hold their breath.

The corner of Luke's mouth twitched, he had no interest in Howard Stark's gadgets.

Although the opponent 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 a common characteristic, or a character defect inherited from the family——

That's not easy to deal with!

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

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

The youthful and lively gentle township is still reserved for Bucky, who is about to rush to England and serve his motherland, to enjoy.

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

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

Luke took a deep breath and thought that was the beginning of Captain America.

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

Although, development is the right way.

But who knows when the cheats will arrive.

Moreover, when I went to the Marvel studio, I was thinking about living a peaceful life for ordinary people, which seemed to be a waste of places.

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

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

Abraham Erskine!

Luke recognized him.

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

"Yeah! There seem to be stalkers!"

Luke, who was about to follow up, suddenly turned serious.

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

There was a bulge around their waists, their expressions nervous, and they looked around.

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

"Hydra?"

A thought came to Luke's mind.

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

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

Once the Allied countries get the super soldier serum and create a large number of super soldiers, there will be no suspense about the victory or defeat of this war.

With his thoughts flashing, Luke also walked into the recruiting station.

"Steve..."

Bucky recovered from Howard Stark's performance and turned to look at his unhappy friend, only to find that he had long since disappeared.

"Luke..."

He looked at Luke again, but he didn't expect to see no one.

"What's going on! Where did they go one by one!"

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

...

...

"The battlefield is not for you."

In the drafting station, Rogers was rejected again.

The officer who recruited soldiers to the army saw his thin body and expressed his attitude without even thinking about it. He didn't even read the completed information form.

Although Rogers argued hard, his words were earnest.

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

In his opinion, sending this thin little man to the battlefield is no different from murder.

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

The officer said impatiently.

He pushed back Rogers' enlistment form, with a nonchalant expression on his face.

"War is not a fight! You will only drag other people on the battlefield! Instead of this, it is better to stay behind the mainland!"

"Satisfied, kid! Don't risk your life and shuttle in the rain of bullets. This is a good thing that many people can't even think of!"

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

He didn't understand why the other party had to join the army, wouldn't it be good to stay in China?

No life is in danger, let alone the cruelty of war.

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

Now who doesn't know, the Allied Powers and the Axis powers are fought hard.

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

I am afraid that only God knows the exact number of corpses filled in the trench!

"Sir! I want to play for my country! What do I want to do! What I can definitely do..."

The draft officer avoided Rogers' firm eyes and shook his head again.

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

The two gradually raised their voices attracted the attention of Abraham Erskine.

He looked at Rogers who was depressed, and he seemed to think of something.

"It's really exactly the same as the trajectory of history..."

Luke watched quietly, his mouth slightly raised.

But soon he reduced his smile, because behind Abraham Erskine, the men in black who were following were approaching.

With cold eyes and murderous faces, their right hand slowly stretched toward the bulge of their waist.

Almost instantly!

The man in black opened his clothes!

Pull out the hidden pistol!

The cold muzzle was aimed at Abraham Erskine.

It seems that the trigger will be pulled in the next second.

Bang!

A gunshot!

The crowd in the drafting station immediately fell into a panic, with panic-stricken screams, like steam from a locomotive, diffused everywhere.

Those recruits in military uniforms who have not yet enlisted in the army suddenly run around like ants on a hot pot without a clue.

They have never been to the battlefield, nor have they received formal training, and don't know what to do.

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

The blood gurgled out from the back of his head, and it was particularly terrifying with the twisted face.

"Go!"

Luke, who was hiding on the side, pulled up Dr. Erskine who had fallen on the ground, and turned and turned into the corridor compartment.

There was fierce gunfire from behind, and bullets hit the wall, splashing large amounts of dust.

Luke glanced at Rogers, who was hiding behind the cabinet with his hands in his hands, and a strange thought came up.

If the future Captain America dies, how should things develop?

Will there be a new hero?

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

Bang!Bang!Bang!

The gunshot clearly interrupted Luke's distracting thoughts.

He looked at the nervous Dr. Erskine and whispered: "You hide here! Don't walk around!"

Outside the compartment, the sound of footsteps 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 compartment!