Superman of the American Comics

Chapter 4 The First Appearance of Hydra

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

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

He seemed to enjoy the gaze from below the stage, touting his company's innovative technology while beckoning pretty girls to take off the four wheels of the red car.

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

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

"With the latest anti-gravity technology developed by Stark Corporation, all this will become possible!"

With a smile on his face, Howard turned on the power of the instrument.

The car whose wheels were removed slowly floated up.

This miraculous 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 opponent can be regarded as one of the most intelligent geniuses in the world, he is the same as the immature Iron Man Tony Stark.

They all have a common feature, or a family-inherited personality defect——

That is not easy to deal with!

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

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

Let Bucky, who is about to go to England to serve the motherland, enjoy the youthful and lively gentle hometown.

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, thinking that was the beginning of Captain America.

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

Although it is said that it is the right way to develop.

But who knows when the cheat will arrive.

Moreover, when I went to the Marvel studio, I just thought about living a peaceful life of ordinary people, which seemed a bit of a waste of time travel quota.

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

A head of gray hair, a little bald, glasses on the bridge of the nose.

Abraham Erskine!

Luke recognized each other.

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

"Hmm! 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 wearing round caps followed him.

Their waists were bulging, their expressions were tense, and they looked around.

He didn't look like an ordinary tourist, and his identity was much different from that of the accompanying bodyguards.

"Hydra?"

A thought popped into Luke's mind.

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

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 will be no suspense about the outcome of this war.

While his thoughts were flashing, Luke also walked into the conscription station.

"Steve..."

Bucky recovered from Howard Stark's performance, turned to look at his sullen friend, only to find that the other party had long since disappeared.

"Luke..."

He looked at Luke again, but unexpectedly, there was no one there.

"What's going on! Where did everyone go!"

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

……

……

"The battlefield is not for you."

At the conscription station, Rogers was rejected again.

Seeing his thin body, the officer recruiting soldiers 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 opinion, sending this skinny little man to 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 urgent 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' conscription form with a nonnegotiable expression on his face.

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

"Be content, kid! You don't have to risk your life to go through the rain of bullets. This is a good thing that many people can't even think about!"

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

He couldn't figure out why the other party had to join the army. Wouldn't it be better 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, is it more important to be alive?

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

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

Only God knows the exact number of corpses filled in the trench!

"Sir! I want to serve my country! I want to do something! I'm sure I can do something..."

The recruiting officer avoided Rogers' determined gaze and shook his head again.

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

The gradually rising voices of the two attracted Abraham Erskine's attention.

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

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

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

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

Their eyes were cold, their faces were murderous, and their right hands slowly stretched towards the bulging waist.

Almost instantly!

The man in black opened the corner of his clothes!

Pull out the hidden pistol!

The cold muzzle was aimed at Abraham Erskine.

It seemed as if the trigger would be pulled the next second.

Bang!

A shot goes off!

The crowd in the conscription station immediately panicked, and screams of panic, like steam from a locomotive, spread in all directions.

Those recruits who were wearing military uniforms and hadn't joined the army suddenly ran around like ants on a hot pot, without a clue.

They have never been on the battlefield, let alone received formal training, and they don't know what to do.

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

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

"Come on!"

Luke, who was hiding aside, pulled up Dr. Erskine who had fallen to the ground, turned and turned into a compartment in the corridor.

There was a fierce gunshot from behind, and the bullet hit the wall, splashing a large cloud of dust.

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

If the future Captain America dies, what happens next?

Will there be a new hero?

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

Bang!Bang!Bang!

Luke's thoughts were interrupted by a clear gunshot.

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

Outside the compartment, the sound of "tattling" footsteps gradually approached.

The curtain was drawn, and a figure with a gun appeared due to the light.

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

(End of this chapter)