Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 1 Krypton gold will lead to time travel, please be careful

[-], Brooklyn.

Thick haze enveloped every corner of the city, and occasionally there were sharp air defense sirens across the dark sky.

In the world at this time, the Axis powers headed by the Third Reich of Germany are in full swing with the Anti-Fascist (xi) Allies.

On the radio and in the newspapers, every day is full of various news about war casualties and the international situation.

From Europe to Asia, from the Atlantic to the Pacific.

The flames of war are everywhere, and the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere.

No one knows which will come first, hope or destruction.

In Luke's words, it's all bad!

"It would be great if the time point I traveled could be decades later! Go to Hollywood to write a few scripts, make a few movies, get a few statuettes, and at worst, copy best-selling books to gain financial freedom. Enjoy the corrupt life of capitalism."

On the corner of the street, in an empty tavern.

Luke put his head in his hands and put his legs on the table, sighing with regret.

"Or, give me a normal world. The American economy after World War II was unprecedentedly prosperous. If you seize the opportunity, it is not too difficult to make the first pot of gold. It's just... What is it to go to the Marvel studio?" ghost?"

Luke sighed and spread out today's newspaper. The most eye-catching headline was the meeting between President Roosevelt, Churchill and Stalin in Tehran.

The Allies decided to open a second front in Europe in order to defeat the Nazis in Germany as soon as possible.

It's just that what attracted his attention was not the direction of the world war, but the gossip in the corner——

Howard Stark and Hollywood's "Goddess of Love" Rita Hayworth were photographed by reporters entering and leaving the Waldorf Astoria Hotel together.

There is also a rather clear black and white photo below.

"Stark Industries..."

Luke, who was only twenty, had a wry smile on his lips.

Perhaps in the eyes of others, Howard Stark is just a wealthy and intelligent arms tycoon.

But for Luke, the other party has another important identity.

Future Iron Man, Tony Stark's father.

It was the existence of Howard Stark that made Luke confirm that he really went to the Marvel studio.

And it's the beginning of it all!

The starting point of the timeline where all the big events have not yet happened!

This is both good news and bad news.

The good news is that Luke may not see Thanos, the director of the Universal Family Planning Commission, snap his fingers until he dies.

The bad news is that he can't even find Coulson, the novice village chief, or Spider-Man in Queens.

Not to mention the Avengers in the back, even Nick Fury doesn't know where he is now, and he can't make the "strategy (fan fiction)" that Luke has read in his previous life work.

Generally speaking, I shouldn't be living in Hell's Kitchen and then being recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.

How about getting acquainted with a middle-aged agent with a precarious hairline, or meeting a baby Spider-Man, and getting acquainted with the group all the way?

If you are lucky and bring your own plug-in, maybe there will be a black widow coming to perform the seduction technique.

"I am obviously from the Emperor Ou."

Luke never expected that his start turned out to be the United States under the background of World War II.

And, inexplicably, he became a spiritual guy on the streets of Brooklyn.

"It really hurts to think about it."

Luke covered his face with a newspaper to dispel his depression.

It has been almost five or six years since he traveled to this world, and he has already accepted the new identity of "Luke Cavill".

I also accepted that my family is an Irish immigrant, my father died of a gang vendetta, my mother died of tuberculosis, and there is no orphan setting for my sister.

Today, the only relative around Luke who can be called a relative is the uncle who often "painted houses" when he was young.

Paint the house.

This is a black word.

Luke's uncle, not a house-painter—a phrase used to refer to murder.

Because when dealing with certain troubles, it is difficult not to splatter blood on the wall, so the gangsters are used to "painting the house" to describe doing dirty work.

Luke's uncle was one such guy who did the gang's dirty work - when he was younger.

He used to be a veteran, but later in order to support his family, he began to "paint houses" for gangs.

Because of his decisiveness and clean hands, he has never left any unnecessary clues, and has always been appreciated by high-level officials.

During the years when his parents died, Luke also relied on his uncle's support to keep him from starving to death.

"The golden finger that I haven't received for so long..."

Thinking of the cheats that every senior traveler must have, Luke feels even more sympathetic.

First of all.

The reason why he crosses,

For a very silly reason.

Game krypton gold!

That's right, Luke at that time was addicted to a fighting game that used superheroes as a selling point.

And Krypton Gold is relentless, trying to use this simple and rude way to change the fate of his non-chief.

One afternoon, he couldn't hold back for a while, and bought a luxury gift package in the game - which contained an SSS-level card Superman, and multiple choice templates for the Son of Krypton.

It can be said to be extremely cost-effective!

But the moment he clicked on the gift bag, Luke opened and closed his eyes and crossed over.

The most unlucky thing is not this.

Maybe it's because of the bad signal, the luxurious gift package that came with me through time travel.

It took five or six years to get connected and load the progress.

[99%]

Luke glanced at the progress bar in the consciousness space, with an expectant expression on his face.

Over the years, he has insisted on doing one hundred push-ups, one hundred sit-ups, one hundred squats every day, actively basking in the sun, just to wait for the moment when the luxurious gift package opens.

It's a pity, I don't know if it's too far from the studio next door, the signal is not good, or other reasons.

The progress bar is always stuck at the node of 90.00% nine, and I am unwilling to move forward one step.

This gave Luke a headache.

"Won't let me collect an infinite gem to open it, it's not such a trick..."

Luke pouted, if he could get superhuman strength.

Then in this dangerous world, you can develop steadily.

At that time, his life may be better than that of the studio next door.

After all, there is not such a dark style of painting.

"I'm eager to cheat..."

Just as Luke uttered his inner cry, the door of the tavern was pushed open.

Ding Dong!

The crisp bell rang.

"Luke! I've been looking for you for a long time!"

The young man in the brown military uniform of an army soldier, holding a newspaper in his hand, spoke.

"I went to your house and found you weren't there, so I ran over to old Joseph's tavern! I knew you were here!"

The handsome and high-spirited young man pulled out a chair and sat opposite Luke.

"I'm helping old Joseph look at the store. He's sick. Bucky, are you under orders?"

Luke removed the newspaper covering his face and said lazily.

The young man sitting opposite him is the future Winter Soldier, Captain America's good friend, James Barnes.

"Bucky" is his nickname, and it can also be regarded as a kind of affectionate name, which is only called by good friends.

"Of course! 107th Infantry! You should call me Sergeant James Barnes now! I'll set sail for England tomorrow morning."

Bucky held his head up, a proud look on his face.

It was World War II at this time, and Uncle Sam's conscription posters were everywhere in every state.

The passionate slogans and pervasive TV speeches have inspired the patriotic spirit of a large number of young people.

They can't wait to go to the battlefield and win the medal of honor.

"It's a pity I can't be with you."

Luke pretended to be disappointed and said.

He actually had no intention of joining the army.

It was hard to go back and forth, and ended up helping Uncle Sam fight the Nazis in Germany. This spirit of internationalism is really touching.

The reason for saying this is just to maintain the personality.

As far as the current environment is concerned, joining the army is something that most young people will do.

"Someone's gotta stay and take care of Steve. That guy's always meddling, it's really annoying!"

Bucky patted his friend on the shoulder reassuringly.

He and Luke had discussed it behind their backs, hoping that one of them would stay on the mainland.

Sadly, Luke lost the beer contest to decide who would go to the Army—well, he did it on purpose.

"In fact, it's not bad to think about it. All the men in New York have gone to the army, and there are only 350 million women left in this city... Maybe I can have the opportunity to comfort some of them, the fragile and beautiful hearts."

Luke joked.

He and Bucky had known each other years before.

Both the other party and Steve Rogers were friends of the original body.

"Steve doesn't think so, his brain."

Bucky sighed.

When he thought of that worrying little man, he frowned.

The opponent wants to go to the battlefield just like himself.

However, he did not become the hardware standard for soldiers.

"When are we going to find Steve? He must be at that movie theater again."

Shaking off the melancholy in his head, Bucky took out a few tickets from his pocket, and said enthusiastically, "You can go to Stark Industries' Tomorrow World Expo tonight! I've dated some pretty girls!"

(End of this chapter)