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"Major General Cavill, what else do you want to add?"
After listening to a long talk, the president's head rose a little and asked subconsciously.
He didn't expect Luke to prepare so well, just like a candidate who prepared answers in advance and filled out a questionnaire.
Especially for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D., the plan formulated is even more detailed and specific.
Up to the expansion of personnel enrollment in various departments, down to the annual fixed funding application requirements.
This made the chief of staff sitting on the other side of the sofa eyelids throb, and his heart felt sorry for him.
The poor budget committee, if you squeeze the wool down like this, I'm afraid it will be bald.
"Then I will say a few more words..."
Luke, who had planned to stop, said in surprise.
It seems that my own thoughts did not bore the president.
So he cleared his throat and turned on the repeater mode.
The previously mentioned proposals have been replaced with some commonly used phrases, and the budget, the amount of funds, the number of staff in various departments, and so on have been increased.
Then, repeat it again.
By the end of the long chanting, the president sitting opposite, as well as the generals on the sofa, were expressionless, with dull eyes-on the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skills card for conversation, Constantine's "Master Flicker".
To the people in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth converged into a bombarding sound wave like a mental attack.
Obviously it is worthless nonsense, but it is deeply imprinted in the mind, and it makes people want to listen to it.
"This is a little bit of a personal, immature view."
Luke used this sentence as a concluding remark.
In the oval office, there was a moment of silence
No one spoke, and even the breathing sound was faint.
The president sitting on the opposite side, and the generals on the sofa, are lifeless like clay sculptures of wood.
"This is a perfect plan."
After a while, Mr. President nodded bitterly in agreement.
He really didn't want to accept another spiritual bombardment, and the rest of the people responded one after another, for fear that Major General Cavill would continue speaking.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely not disappoint Your Excellency the President and the trust of the generals."
Luke looked moved, and by the way gave a compliment to his language ability.
Those requirements that sound very demanding, such as the director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the sole authority to freely access arbitrary information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon... and so on.
All were successfully passed!
"Zha Kang is really excellent."
Luke said with emotion.
It's a pity that Constantine on the set next door is too metaphysical, otherwise he can also brush up his proficiency.
After all, mouth cannon is an essential skill for every protagonist.
Here is nominated for a certain Huang Mao who wants to be Hokage, a set of love and justice, fetters and peace of the mouth, so that countless strong people are defeated.
"If there is nothing else, today's meeting will end here."
The president showed a tired look. 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 once. After being refreshed, they suddenly feel powerless, and there is no sexual interest in seeing no matter how beautiful they are.
The generals of the Pentagon also got up one after another, one by one, they seemed to have stayed up all night, their eyes flushed, and their feet hobbled by pushing the door and leaving.
They were all squeezed out of the last bit of energy by Major General Cavill, and now their minds were still chattering and chattering.
"Next, it's time to find an old friend."
Luke, who had achieved his goal, flew high into the sky and headed for the next stop.
...
...
Brooklyn, Old Joseph's Tavern.
Rogers, who had returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of malt beer on the table.
He is waiting for a friend.
Arrange a luncheon dinner.
As a result, Luke released his pigeons.
Doraemon!
The crisp copper bell rang.
The tavern closed and rested, and someone opened the door and came in.
"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"
Luke, who entered the tavern, said hello to the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.
They are all regular customers.
When he was a young man in Brooklyn, he used to help old Joseph look at the store, wipe the table, clean the sanitation and earn some pocket money.
The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately, he was unlucky. Every time he transported goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and stalling.
Not only that, even riding a bicycle will cause accidents, either hitting a person or being hit by someone.
In the words of Old Joseph himself, it is that he has had a grudge against Zai in this life.
In desperation, he could only change his career and open a tavern, barely making a living.
But since Luke became a war hero, the tavern's business is booming, and many New Yorkers come here to check in.
"Luke you little bastard! Tsk tsk, now they are all generals. Frank may never have imagined that his nephew could become a war hero!"
Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over.
"I wonder if Mr. General is used to high-end red wine, can he still accept Brooklyn malt beer?"
Luke shrugged and held up the glass.
Tons tons! Tons tons!
"You can have another drink."
Luke, who finished drinking in one breath, laughed.
Old Joseph nodded in satisfaction and filled the glass.
"How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"
Seeing Luke coming over and sitting down with a beer, Rogers asked with a smile.
Since the end of the war, he has entered a semi-retired state.
"Not bad. On the way to the pub, I met several familiar faces."
Luke leaned back in his chair and said with his head up, "There was Jamie who had fought. He is now a truck driver. He is also a truck driver on the other side of the street. He also gave it to Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the opposite street, for free. Bucky had a bag of bread, and everyone had a hard time..."
"Yeah. Do you know? That fellow Jamie often shows off, saying that he was beaten by Superman and was complacent about it."
Rogers took a sip of beer, a look of nostalgia on his face.
"Luke, I have dreamed these few days. In my dream, I was running in Brooklyn with you, and Bucky. There were no Captain America, Superman, and Sergeant Barnes."
"Later I jumped onto the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff. In order to stop the Red Skull, I boarded the plane carrying Valkyrie missiles... I don't know why, there is no you in this story."
"I fell into a cold place, and no one awakened me until a long, long time later. They said that the war is over."
"I live alone, with no friends, no family, and no destination to run forward."
Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass and smiled, "You speak like an old man in his seventies."
"Haha, Marguerite said the same. Maybe I have experienced too much in the war and I can't forget all those memories."
Rodgers's sentimental mood was restrained. He is now leading the military's salary. He only needs to check in regularly every day and sit in the office with a newspaper and read it all day.
Occasionally, I will cooperate with the publicity work and accept interviews from the media.
When peace comes, heroes seem to be useless.
"Do you have an answer to the last question?"
Luke looked at the opposite Captain America and whispered, "Captain America can't sit in the office and read the newspaper all his life, pick up the shield, walk on the battlefield again, and shuttle through the rain of bullets-such a stressful life can make your heart violent. Beating, there is a real feeling of being alive."
"I very much agree with Howard's view that one of the greatest joys of life is adventure! It lies in the pursuit of excitement! Being content with the ordinary is the life you should have after experiencing everything and neglecting everything."
Rogers was silent. He lived in an old house in Brooklyn.
The walls were repainted, the sofas, large beds and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets... These trivial things were all done by himself.
Marguerite, who came to live with her, said that she was idle and bored to pass the time.
In this regard, Rogers agreed.
He was empty in his heart and couldn't fill it up.
That's why I have to find something to do.
"You want me to join SHIELD because of Atlantis?"
Rogers asked ~www.novelhall.com~ The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami on Anna Maria Island have made headlines.
In addition to being in the War Department, Captain America also heard some wind.
"Not all. Major General Cavill needs a partner, so he thinks of his old buddy Captain America."
Luke looked at Rogers who was hesitant and smiled, "Are you ready to go to the battlefield, Steve?"
In a daze, Captain America remembered the action he and Luke did to rescue Bucky, and the other party asked himself the same way.
"Ready, Commander."
Thinking of the good time fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.
"Then, welcome to join-the invasion group."
As Luke spoke, the two wine glasses collided with a crisp sound.
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"Major General Cavill, what else do you want to add?"
After listening to a long talk, the president's head rose a little and asked subconsciously.
He didn't expect Luke to prepare so well, just like a candidate who prepared answers in advance and filled out a questionnaire.
Especially for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D., the plan formulated is even more detailed and specific.
Up to the expansion of personnel enrollment in various departments, down to the annual fixed funding application requirements.
This made the chief of staff sitting on the other side of the sofa eyelids throb, and his heart felt sorry for him.
The poor budget committee, if you squeeze the wool down like this, I'm afraid it will be bald.
"Then I will say a few more words..."
Luke, who had planned to stop, said in surprise.
It seems that my own thoughts did not bore the president.
So he cleared his throat and turned on the repeater mode.
The previously mentioned proposals have been replaced with some commonly used phrases, and the budget, the amount of funds, the number of staff in various departments, and so on have been increased.
Then, repeat it again.
By the end of the long chanting, the president sitting opposite, as well as the generals on the sofa, were expressionless, with dull eyes-on the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skills card for conversation, Constantine's "Master Flicker".
To the people in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth converged into a bombarding sound wave like a mental attack.
Obviously it is worthless nonsense, but it is deeply imprinted in the mind, and it makes people want to listen to it.
"This is a little bit of a personal, immature view."
Luke used this sentence as a concluding remark.
In the oval office, there was a moment of silence
No one spoke, and even the breathing sound was faint.
The president sitting on the opposite side, and the generals on the sofa, are lifeless like clay sculptures of wood.
"This is a perfect plan."
After a while, Mr. President nodded bitterly in agreement.
He really didn't want to accept another spiritual bombardment, and the rest of the people responded one after another, for fear that Major General Cavill would continue speaking.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely not disappoint Your Excellency the President and the trust of the generals."
Luke looked moved, and by the way gave a compliment to his language ability.
Those requirements that sound very demanding, such as the director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the sole authority to freely access arbitrary information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon... and so on.
All were successfully passed!
"Zha Kang is really excellent."
Luke said with emotion.
It's a pity that Constantine on the set next door is too metaphysical, otherwise he can also brush up his proficiency.
After all, mouth cannon is an essential skill for every protagonist.
Here is nominated for a certain Huang Mao who wants to be Hokage, a set of love and justice, fetters and peace of the mouth, so that countless strong people are defeated.
"If there is nothing else, today's meeting will end here."
The president showed a tired look. 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 once. After being refreshed, they suddenly feel powerless, and there is no sexual interest in seeing no matter how beautiful they are.
The generals of the Pentagon also got up one after another, one by one, they seemed to have stayed up all night, their eyes flushed, and their feet hobbled by pushing the door and leaving.
They were all squeezed out of the last bit of energy by Major General Cavill, and now their minds were still chattering and chattering.
"Next, it's time to find an old friend."
Luke, who had achieved his goal, flew high into the sky and headed for the next stop.
...
...
Brooklyn, Old Joseph's Tavern.
Rogers, who had returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of malt beer on the table.
He is waiting for a friend.
Arrange a luncheon dinner.
As a result, Luke released his pigeons.
Doraemon!
The crisp copper bell rang.
The tavern closed and rested, and someone opened the door and came in.
"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"
Luke, who entered the tavern, said hello to the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.
They are all regular customers.
When he was a young man in Brooklyn, he used to help old Joseph look at the store, wipe the table, clean the sanitation and earn some pocket money.
The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately, he was unlucky. Every time he transported goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and stalling.
Not only that, even riding a bicycle will cause accidents, either hitting a person or being hit by someone.
In the words of Old Joseph himself, it is that he has had a grudge against Zai in this life.
In desperation, he could only change his career and open a tavern, barely making a living.
But since Luke became a war hero, the tavern's business is booming, and many New Yorkers come here to check in.
"Luke you little bastard! Tsk tsk, now they are all generals. Frank may never have imagined that his nephew could become a war hero!"
Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over.
"I wonder if Mr. General is used to high-end red wine, can he still accept Brooklyn malt beer?"
Luke shrugged and held up the glass.
Tons tons! Tons tons!
"You can have another drink."
Luke, who finished drinking in one breath, laughed.
Old Joseph nodded in satisfaction and filled the glass.
"How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"
Seeing Luke coming over and sitting down with a beer, Rogers asked with a smile.
Since the end of the war, he has entered a semi-retired state.
"Not bad. On the way to the pub, I met several familiar faces."
Luke leaned back in his chair and said with his head up, "There was Jamie who had fought. He is now a truck driver. He is also a truck driver on the other side of the street. He also gave it to Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the opposite street, for free. Bucky had a bag of bread, and everyone had a hard time..."
"Yeah. Do you know? That fellow Jamie often shows off, saying that he was beaten by Superman and was complacent about it."
Rogers took a sip of beer, a look of nostalgia on his face.
"Luke, I have dreamed these few days. In my dream, I was running in Brooklyn with you, and Bucky. There were no Captain America, Superman, and Sergeant Barnes."
"Later I jumped onto the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff. In order to stop the Red Skull, I boarded the plane carrying Valkyrie missiles... I don't know why, there is no you in this story."
"I fell into a cold place, and no one awakened me until a long, long time later. They said that the war is over."
"I live alone, with no friends, no family, and no destination to run forward."
Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass and smiled, "You speak like an old man in his seventies."
"Haha, Marguerite said the same. Maybe I have experienced too much in the war and I can't forget all those memories."
Rodgers's sentimental mood was restrained. He is now leading the military's salary. He only needs to check in regularly every day and sit in the office with a newspaper and read it all day.
Occasionally, I will cooperate with the publicity work and accept interviews from the media.
When peace comes, heroes seem to be useless.
"Do you have an answer to the last question?"
Luke looked at the opposite Captain America and whispered, "Captain America can't sit in the office and read the newspaper all his life, pick up the shield, walk on the battlefield again, and shuttle through the rain of bullets-such a stressful life can make your heart violent. Beating, there is a real feeling of being alive."
"I very much agree with Howard's view that one of the greatest joys of life is adventure! It lies in the pursuit of excitement! Being content with the ordinary is the life you should have after experiencing everything and neglecting everything."
Rogers was silent. He lived in an old house in Brooklyn.
The walls were repainted, the sofas, large beds and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets... These trivial things were all done by himself.
Marguerite, who came to live with her, said that she was idle and bored to pass the time.
In this regard, Rogers agreed.
He was empty in his heart and couldn't fill it up.
That's why I have to find something to do.
"You want me to join SHIELD because of Atlantis?"
Rogers asked ~www.novelhall.com~ The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami on Anna Maria Island have made headlines.
In addition to being in the War Department, Captain America also heard some wind.
"Not all. Major General Cavill needs a partner, so he thinks of his old buddy Captain America."
Luke looked at Rogers who was hesitant and smiled, "Are you ready to go to the battlefield, Steve?"
In a daze, Captain America remembered the action he and Luke did to rescue Bucky, and the other party asked himself the same way.
"Ready, Commander."
Thinking of the good time fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.
"Then, welcome to join-the invasion group."
As Luke spoke, the two wine glasses collided with a crisp sound.
.
"Major General Cavill, what else do you want to add?"After listening to a long talk, the president's head rose a little and asked subconsciously.He didn't expect Luke to prepare so well, just like a candidate who prepared answers in advance and filled out a questionnaire.Especially for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D., the plan formulated is even more detailed and specific.Up to the expansion of personnel enrollment in various departments, down to the annual fixed funding application requirements.This made the chief of staff sitting on the other side of the sofa eyelids throb, and his heart felt sorry for him.The poor budget committee, if you squeeze the wool down like this, I'm afraid it will be bald."Then I will say a few more words..."Luke, who had planned to stop, said in surprise.It seems that my own thoughts did not bore the president.So he cleared his throat and turned on the repeater mode.The previously mentioned proposals have been replaced with some commonly used phrases, and the budget, the amount of funds, the number of staff in various departments, and so on have been increased.Then, repeat it again.By the end of the long chanting, the president sitting opposite, as well as the generals on the sofa, were expressionless, with dull eyes-on the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skills card for conversation, Constantine's "Master Flicker".To the people in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth converged into a bombarding sound wave like a mental attack.Obviously it is worthless nonsense, but it is deeply imprinted in the mind, and it makes people want to listen to it."This is a little bit of a personal, immature view."Luke used this sentence as a concluding remark.In the oval office, there was a moment of silenceNo one spoke, and even the breathing sound was faint.The president sitting on the opposite side, and the generals on the sofa, are lifeless like clay sculptures of wood."This is a perfect plan."After a while, Mr. President nodded bitterly in agreement.He really didn't want to accept another spiritual bombardment, and the rest of the people responded one after another, for fear that Major General Cavill would continue speaking."S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely not disappoint Your Excellency the President and the trust of the generals."Luke looked moved, and by the way gave a compliment to his language ability.Those requirements that sound very demanding, such as the director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the sole authority to freely access arbitrary information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon... and so on.All were successfully passed!"Zha Kang is really excellent."Luke said with emotion.It's a pity that Constantine on the set next door is too metaphysical, otherwise he can also brush up his proficiency.After all, mouth cannon is an essential skill for every protagonist.Here is nominated for a certain Huang Mao who wants to be Hokage, a set of love and justice, fetters and peace of the mouth, so that countless strong people are defeated."If there is nothing else, today's meeting will end here."The president showed a tired look. 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 once. After being refreshed, they suddenly feel powerless, and there is no sexual interest in seeing no matter how beautiful they are.The generals of the Pentagon also got up one after another, one by one, they seemed to have stayed up all night, their eyes flushed, and their feet hobbled by pushing the door and leaving.They were all squeezed out of the last bit of energy by Major General Cavill, and now their minds were still chattering and chattering."Next, it's time to find an old friend."Luke, who had achieved his goal, flew high into the sky and headed for the next stop.......Brooklyn, Old Joseph's Tavern.Rogers, who had returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of malt beer on the table.He is waiting for a friend.Arrange a luncheon dinner.As a result, Luke released his pigeons.Doraemon!The crisp copper bell rang.The tavern closed and rested, and someone opened the door and came in."Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"Luke, who entered the tavern, said hello to the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.They are all regular customers.When he was a young man in Brooklyn, he used to help old Joseph look at the store, wipe the table, clean the sanitation and earn some pocket money.The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately, he was unlucky. Every time he transported goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and stalling.Not only that, even riding a bicycle will cause accidents, either hitting a person or being hit by someone.In the words of Old Joseph himself, it is that he has had a grudge against Zai in this life.In desperation, he could only change his career and open a tavern, barely making a living.But since Luke became a war hero, the tavern's business is booming, and many New Yorkers come here to check in."Luke you little bastard! Tsk tsk, now they are all generals. Frank may never have imagined that his nephew could become a war hero!"Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over."I wonder if Mr. General is used to high-end red wine, can he still accept Brooklyn malt beer?"Luke shrugged and held up the glass.Tons tons! Tons tons!"You can have another drink."Luke, who finished drinking in one breath, laughed.Old Joseph nodded in satisfaction and filled the glass."How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?"Seeing Luke coming over and sitting down with a beer, Rogers asked with a smile.Since the end of the war, he has entered a semi-retired state."Not bad. On the way to the pub, I met several familiar faces."Luke leaned back in his chair and said with his head up, "There was Jamie who had fought. He is now a truck driver. He is also a truck driver on the other side of the street. He also gave it to Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the opposite street, for free. Bucky had a bag of bread, and everyone had a hard time...""Yeah. Do you know? That fellow Jamie often shows off, saying that he was beaten by Superman and was complacent about it."Rogers took a sip of beer, a look of nostalgia on his face."Luke, I have dreamed these few days. In my dream, I was running in Brooklyn with you, and Bucky. There were no Captain America, Superman, and Sergeant Barnes.""Later I jumped onto the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff. In order to stop the Red Skull, I boarded the plane carrying Valkyrie missiles... I don't know why, there is no you in this story.""I fell into a cold place, and no one awakened me until a long, long time later. They said that the war is over.""I live alone, with no friends, no family, and no destination to run forward."Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass and smiled, "You speak like an old man in his seventies.""Haha, Marguerite said the same. Maybe I have experienced too much in the war and I can't forget all those memories."Rodgers's sentimental mood was restrained. He is now leading the military's salary. He only needs to check in regularly every day and sit in the office with a newspaper and read it all day.Occasionally, I will cooperate with the publicity work and accept interviews from the media.When peace comes, heroes seem to be useless."Do you have an answer to the last question?"Luke looked at the opposite Captain America and whispered, "Captain America can't sit in the office and read the newspaper all his life, pick up the shield, walk on the battlefield again, and shuttle through the rain of bullets-such a stressful life can make your heart violent. Beating, there is a real feeling of being alive.""I very much agree with Howard's view that one of the greatest joys of life is adventure! It lies in the pursuit of excitement! Being content with the ordinary is the life you should have after experiencing everything and neglecting everything."Rogers was silent. He lived in an old house in Brooklyn.The walls were repainted, the sofas, large beds and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets... These trivial things were all done by himself.Marguerite, who came to live with her, said that she was idle and bored to pass the time.In this regard, Rogers agreed.He was empty in his heart and couldn't fill it up.That's why I have to find something to do."You want me to join SHIELD because of Atlantis?"Rogers asked ~www.novelhall.com~ The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami on Anna Maria Island have made headlines.In addition to being in the War Department, Captain America also heard some wind."Not all. Major General Cavill needs a partner, so he thinks of his old buddy Captain America."Luke looked at Rogers who was hesitant and smiled, "Are you ready to go to the battlefield, Steve?"In a daze, Captain America remembered the action he and Luke did to rescue Bucky, and the other party asked himself the same way."Ready, Commander."Thinking of the good time fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass."Then, welcome to join-the invasion group."As Luke spoke, the two wine glasses collided with a crisp sound..
