Superman

The next day, early morning.

Luke got up from the bed early, finished washing, and continued daily training to become bald and stronger.

Push-ups, squats, sit-ups, sunbathing...

After a series of processes, the hands of the clock on the wall have slid to 8:20.

"Bucky should have boarded the ship..."

Luke closed the door, ready to go to Rogers.

They had planned to send Bucky off, but Sergeant James Barnes, who was going to England, said that he did not want his friends to see the embarrassment of his weak legs.

The whole of New York last night was full of gunfire.

With a straight military uniform, plus a few sweet words.

The hormonal lad can easily pick up a pretty girl.

Perhaps this is serving the welfare of the motherland.

"Luke, good morning!"

The flower shop owner downstairs looked enthusiastic and said loudly: "Frank is looking for you, his temper looks a bit bad!"

"Got it! Thank you, Uncle Dall!"

Luke stopped, changed direction, and walked towards Uncle Frank's house.

Probably the street gangster yesterday ran to complain to his boss, and then passed the Irish gang to his uncle's ears.

Ten minutes later, Luke expertly took out the key from under the doormat and opened the door.

"Uncle Frank, I brought you roasted mushrooms and hash browns from Aunt Betha's!"

Carrying a rich, steaming breakfast, Luke walked into the living room and saw an old man with gray hair and a rickety waist.

Only from the appearance and figure, one can vaguely see the tough and strong shadow of his youth.

"Luke! You annoying kid!"

Seeing Luke, the old man cursed angrily, "That girly bastard Hobson went to sue Mr. Hoffa again and said you beat his little brother!"

"Hobson even has to tell Mr. Hoffa about this kind of thing? Then why didn't he tell Mr. Hoffa that his mother had died while sitting on the toilet the other day?"

Luke pretended to be astonished, without stopping, taking out the plates and forks from the cupboard.

"Eat it while it's hot! The potato pancakes specially let Aunt Bertha add meat!"

The old man named "Frank" sat at the table and said, "Don't use this to buy me! Luke, you messy bastard, the Italian from the last time... well, awesome Taste! Don't get tired of eating it!"

It turns out that no one can escape the law of true fragrance!

After Frank ate that breakfast, he never mentioned Hobson and his younger brother.

What he mentioned more is to let Luke join the rapidly growing Irish gang.

"Mr. Hoffa values ​​you very much. That good idea for doing business with the barracks allowed the gang to get some guns that were'eliminated'! Those Italians, the recent arrogance is not as arrogant as before!"

Frank couldn't understand why his nephew would resist joining the gang.

Brooklyn's idle street gangsters are hoping to join the gang and become a cadre among them.

At least then no one will bully yourself anymore!

"No interest! I really want to be a gangster, I might as well go back to school!"

Luke made himself a cup of coffee and said lightly.

He knew that this was the most turbulent period in American history, as the newspaper said: "Violence is like a cherry sauce pie, a specialty of the United States."

Since the "Prohibition", all kinds of gangs have sprung up continuously.

Most of them were poor immigrant groups at first, such as Irish and Italians.

Different from the British and Germans who brought large sums of money to develop North America, what they call "immigrants" is nothing more than changing a place and continuing to be the bottom people.

Many people can't even afford to rent a house and can only do the hardest and most tiring work.

The immigrant groups that live together have gradually formed slums.

This is how the "Hell's Kitchen" later known in New York was born.

As a sociologist once said, poverty often breeds nationalism.

Because the Irish and Italians are Catholics themselves, they are regarded as "barbarians" that cannot be assimilated in North America, dominated by Christianity.

The ubiquitous exclusion and discrimination made life difficult for these immigrant groups.

Therefore, in order to fight against the exploitation of foremen and religious persecution, the Irish and Italians spontaneously formed various violent groups.

This is the embryonic form of the American gang!

The gang at that time was just a group of poor people, and they weren't considered by people.

Until later, special groups called "city bosses" began to emerge.

They are "professionals" that came into being after the rise of the industrial society. Their main responsibility is to raise campaign funds for political party candidates and to buy votes-the "brokers" in later generations.

As we all know, the United States is a country of immigrants.

In the past, no one could value those immigrant groups with low status and poverty.

But the "city bosses" keenly discovered their value, and the gangs formed by workers at the beginning gradually changed.

One accepts the asylum of interest groups, and one provides stable votes to politicians.

The two sides hit it off!

However, no one expected the follow-up development.

"Prohibition" provided a lot of wealth for gangs, coupled with the rise of labor unions, labor movements frequently occurred.

The gangster, the monster, finally broke the cage of social law!

They hold enough wealth in one hand and win politicians with votes in the other.

And cooperate with trade unions to obtain legal status.

Suddenly, it developed rapidly!

Like the Irish gang where Uncle Frank belongs to, they have a very close relationship with the senior of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, Mr. Jimmy Hoffa.

This union represented nearly one million truck drivers and warehouse workers, and later reached 2.3 million members at its peak.

It can be said that if you are running for mayor or councillor, you can get help from the union, which is no different from directly declaring victory.

Gangs, labor unions, and politicians constitute a tight chain of interests.

"Unfortunately, this glory did not last long."

Luke thought silently.

Whether it's Irish or Italian.

Their power was once prosperous.

The former succeeded in making Kennedy the president, and the latter had close ties with Edgar Hoover, the first director of the FBI.

It's just that the gangsters are, after all, a deformed product of social turmoil.

With the end of World War II, they will inevitably decline.

Being reduced to a tool in the hands of politicians and interest groups, it is difficult to have the glory of the past.

"The Marvel world has no future as the gang boss, even if it has the status of Jinhui!"

This is Luke's inner thoughts.

"What a high Luyuan bastard! I don't want to ask you to join the gang, let you be a truck driver and take over my seat in the future, you don't want to! Do you want to be a war hero like you?"

Seeing Luke's indifferent look, Frank became angry.

He had a good relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, so he couldn't move his house. After retiring, he served as the honorary president of a branch of the union.

Although it's just a name, I get a good salary every month.

If they say hello, the gang and Mr. Hoffa should take care of Luke more.

"Uncle Frank, don't worry about this! Come on, cover it with a blanket!"

Luke didn't refute, and smiled and put a thick blanket on Frank's legs.

If he followed Captain America and joined the Roaring Commando, he might really be a war hero!

Unfortunately, even if you become a hero, you are still a tool and mascot in the hands of politicians and capitalists.

So Luke has another idea.