Superman
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It's a pity that the launch button of Superman's atomic bomb is not in his own hands.
"I just made a small contribution."
Luke said the words of the scene, and strode to the desk.
After beating Namor and pushing the aircraft carrier, his reputation value ushered in a small increase.
It is more promising to show off than to keep a low profile.
Colonel Phillips hired a private photographer for himself, like the scene of pushing the aircraft carrier, and later it was the turn of the Stennis to take many photos.
It is estimated that by tomorrow morning, all the headlines in New York newspapers will be occupied by Luke.
"The threat of Atlantis does not end here. Namor-Mackenzie has a certain hatred for human beings."
Mr. Major General did not squeeze into the large sofa occupied by those Pentagon generals, but pulled out a high-back chair and sat down.
For Superman, the amount of exercise to push the aircraft carrier with bare hands is almost equivalent to an ordinary person bench press twenty times.
I still feel a little tired.
"Major General Carville, are you reminding us to be prepared for war?"
The president's face was solemn, he pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a deep voice, "Then what should the Pentagon do next?"
Originally, the red brown bear on the Siberian plains was enough to cause headaches.
It would be a disaster if another ancient Atlantis appeared!
Although it is said that the bald eagle in the 21st century likes to stir up troubles everywhere, it always intervenes in the politics of other countries through the threat of force.
But that is based on its own strong military strength and opening overseas branch mines everywhere.
The current world pattern is gradually shifting towards two poles.
The prelude to the Cold War has already begun to take shape.
There is still a long way to go before the era of hegemony where one family dominates and one superpower has many powers.
"I'm just an ordinary major general who has never commanded any wars. Your Excellency should ask the generals present for such professional questions."
Luke made a modest look, waved his hands and said: "They are all excellent generals who have experienced World War I and World War II and have rich experience. They have an extremely deep understanding of the war situation, sea, land and air tactics. Where is it my turn to publish? Opinion."
The president resting his forehead with his hands took a deep breath, not knowing what to say.
He had no choice but to shift his gaze to the generals in the Pentagon, all of whom remained silent, completely ignoring the high-spirited momentum of the quarrel just now.
They don't even know the exact location of Atlantis, let alone fight it.
No matter how many aircraft carrier formations are invested, it will be for nothing if they encounter Atlantis, which is a marine civilization.
"Major General Carville, S.H.I.E.L.D. has a certain level of understanding of those sea people."
Like a ball, the president who had been kicked around looked helplessly at the young major general sitting across from him again: "The responsibility to deal with the upcoming war and serve as the supreme commander belongs to you."
Luke showed a embarrassed expression, and said hesitantly: "I am a general without merit, how can I be in this position? Doesn't that mean that the generals are incompetent? What's more, the efficiency of S.H.I.E.L.D. In the FBI led by Director Hoover, his leadership and strategic vision are far above mine."
Since the appearance of Luke, Edgar Hoover, who silently played the role of little transparent, suddenly became the focus of the audience.
The boss of the FBI said embarrassingly: "Where, where. The major general was joking."
"Your Excellency, the Atlantis incident this time is partly due to S.H.I.E.L.D., but in the final analysis, my ability is limited."
Luke looked sincere, and continued: "I have conducted a deep self-reflection and decided to give up the position of Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. The next intelligence work can be handed over to Director Hoover. He has always had the reputation of being the king of agents. Capture the Soviet spies and make great achievements, I believe that the lair of Atlantis will be found soon."
Hoover, who was staying in the corner, was fidgeting. He regretted it now, very regretful.
It's okay to provoke S.H.I.E.L.D.!
Feeling all kinds of eyes focused on him, Hoover resolutely followed his heart, and said bitterly: "It's all false rumors in the market, the FBI's working ability has always been lacking, and it is far inferior to that led by Major General Carville. SHIELD."
The president nodded in agreement.
At this time, of course, you must get close to someone who can solve the problem.
Although Major General Carville always likes to ask for funds, he is not particular about his work, which makes people feel a little aggrieved.
But at every critical moment, he can show enough usefulness.
"Major General, since Director Hoover has said so, you are still in charge of the war plan to deal with Atlantis. The command of the Pentagon will also be handed over to you."
The president made a final decision, as if he was afraid that the other party would refuse.
"Okay then. Well, I'm an ordinary major general, how can I..."
Luke smiled, seemingly helpless, and reluctantly accepted the imperial task.
No way, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!
"In this case, I will just say a few words, in order to better carry out work, carry out operations, and confirm its own confidentiality. I think SHIELD should be separated so that it is no longer a subsidiary agency under the Pentagon framework."
Mr. Major General, who holds great power, talks with eloquence as if he had prepared a draft.
"Atlantis is not a small country. It has a long history and profound heritage, and its military strength should not be underestimated. You have also seen that Namor alone is enough to flatten the Second Fleet in the Atlantic Ocean."
"Ordinary weapons and ordinary soldiers are difficult to threaten Atlantis. Therefore, S.H.I.E.L.D. must recruit more people. Only a strong enough team can deal with a more terrifying crisis!"
"..."
The young major general, who said that his ability is limited and it is difficult for him to take on the big responsibility, said 23 specific policies with detailed content and substance, which made the president and the generals dumbfounded.
It feels like it was written in advance and memorized!
"—The above is my little, trivial personal opinion."
Four or ten minutes later, Luke, who didn't feel dry mouth at all, ended his speech.
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"Major General Carville, do you have anything to add?"
After listening to a long speech, the president's head swelled a little, and he asked subconsciously.
He didn't expect Luke to be so well prepared, just like a candidate who prepared answers in advance and filled out the questionnaire.
Especially for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D., the plans formulated are more detailed and specific.
From the recruitment expansion of various departments to the application requirements for annual fixed funds.
This made the eyelids of the chief of staff sitting on the sofa on the other side twitch, and he felt sorry for him.
Poor budget committee, if you continue to pluck the wool like this, you're going to be bald.
"Then I'll say a few more words..."
Luke, who was planning to stop, said in surprise.
It seems that his own thoughts did not make the president feel bored.
So, he cleared his throat and turned on the repeater mode.
For the proposal mentioned before, some commonly used sentences were replaced, and the budget, the amount of funds, the number of staff in each department, etc. were increased.
Then, repeat it again.
When the long chanting ended, the president sitting across from him and the generals on the sofa were already expressionless and their eyes were glazed-on the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skill cards for conversation, and Constantine’s "Master of Fudge".
For everyone in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth gathered into a bombardment sound wave like a mental attack.
It is obviously worthless nonsense, but it is deeply imprinted in the mind, and it makes people want to listen to it involuntarily.
"That's just a little personal, immature opinion."
Luke used this sentence as a concluding remark.
In the Oval Office, there's a moment of silence
No one spoke, even the sound of breathing was very faint.
The president sitting opposite and the generals on the sofa are like clay sculptures, lifeless.
"It's a perfect plan."
After a while, Mr. President nodded in agreement with a bitter face.
He really didn't want to accept another mental bombardment, and the rest of the people also responded one after another, for fear that Major General Cavill would continue talking.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will not fail the trust of His Excellency the President and the generals."
Luke acted moved, and by the way, praised his language ability.
Those requirements sound very harsh, such as the director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the sole authority to freely access any information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon...and so on.
All passed successfully!
"Zhakang is really outstanding."
Luke sighed.
It's a pity that Constantine in the studio next door, this set of deceptive words is too metaphysical, otherwise you can brush up your proficiency.
After all, mouth cannon is an essential skill for every protagonist.
Here is a nomination of a yellow hair who wants to be Hokage, a set of love and justice, fetters and peace of mouth escape, which has defeated countless powerful people.
"If there is nothing else, today's meeting will come to an end."
The president showed a tired look, and after listening to Luke's speech, most of his energy was consumed.
It's like facing four or five beautiful girls with hot bodies at one time. After enjoying it, I suddenly feel powerless. No matter how beautiful the body is, I will not be sexually interested.
The generals in the Pentagon also got up one after another, pushing the door and leaving as if they had stayed up all night, with red eyes and stumbling steps.
They were all drained of their last ounce of energy by Major General Carville, and now the other party's chattering tirade is still echoing in their minds.
"Next, it's time to find an old friend."
After achieving his goal, Luke flew into the sky and headed for the next stop.
……
……
Brooklyn, Old Joseph Tavern.
Rogers, who had returned to the life of ordinary people, sat in a corner seat with a glass of malt beer on the table.
He is waiting for a friend.
Make an appointment for lunch.
As a result, Luke released his pigeons.
Jingle!
The crisp copper bell rang.
The closed tavern, someone opened the door and entered.
"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"
Luke, who entered the tavern, greeted the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.
They are all regular customers.
When he was a spirited boy in Brooklyn, he often helped old Joseph look after the shop, wipe the table, clean up and earn some pocket money.
The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately he was unlucky. Every time he delivered goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as rollover, tire blowout, and flame failure.
Not only that, accidents happen even when riding a bicycle, either hitting someone or being hit by someone.
In the old Joseph's own words, he had a grudge against the carrier in his life, and once he came into contact with it, he would be in bad luck.
In desperation, he could only switch careers and open a tavern to barely make ends meet.
However, since Luke became a war hero, the business of this tavern has been booming, and many New Yorkers have come here to check in.
"Luke, you little bastard! Tsk tsk, they are all generals now. Frank may never have imagined in his life that his nephew could become a war hero!"
Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over.
"I don't know if Mr. Major General is used to drinking high-end red wine, but he can still accept Brooklyn malt beer?"
Luke shrugged and picked up his square wine glass.
Ton ton!Ton ton!
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