American Manga God

This is also a product of American electoral culture. Support someone to become a state legislator, governor, or even a member of the Senate and House of Representatives, and if successful, the business or the rich man will also be richly rewarded on the political level.

In Howard's view, what Meimumu did was to reinvest the wealth he got back from Europe.

After thinking about it, Howard nodded: "Actually, there is such a project that needs your funds, and I am personally involved in it. But before I tell you the details, I will take you to meet a member of parliament, and you must sign Confidentiality agreement. If you break a nondisclosure agreement, you'll be court-martialed."

"Oh? So exaggerated?"

"You can still quit now." Howard shrugged.

"Well, as long as I can please the military, even if I lose a little money, I can accept it." Mei Mumu looked indifferent.

No one knows that this traveler who came back from 2016 is secretly showing his sharp minions...

The unscrupulous guy laughed in his heart: At this point in 1942, there was only one plan that could be related to Howard, and the super-mechanical inventor himself had to do it...

This morning, in a recruiting office in New York, the skinny Steve Rogers again scribbled about his birthplace and came to the recruiting office to try to get away with it.

However, this time, it's not just a matter of giving a 4F scumbag evaluation.

Just as the doctor was examining the **** Steve's body, suddenly, the doctor was called out.

Looking at the big sign on the wall saying "Forgery of ID is illegal", Steve suddenly had an ominous premonition.

Often walking by the river, how can you not get wet shoes.

The old driver who always said "I can't get in" will always kill someone one day.

In fact, Steve already had a hunch. People are always lucky. He always thought, "I'll change my place of origin, and those idiots at the conscription office won't be able to find me." Then he changed his place of origin again and again to sign up for conscription.

Perhaps, this can also be said to be a little dark history before Steve Rogers became Captain America.

It's not that the recruiting office can't find him, but that it doesn't have time to deal with a useless boy.

When a tall gendarme opened the curtain and stood like a lighthouse at the only exit, there was only one song "Cool" in Steve's heart for himself.

Finished bird!

Detention?

Is it incarceration?

Or a sentence?

Steve swallowed, he couldn't even imagine it.

This is wartime, and many rules and regulations can be thrown away under urgent needs, or they can make a big fuss. Stealing a can of the logistics department is sentenced to five or ten years in prison for the crime of stealing military supplies.

Boy Steve panicked.

At this time, an old man with a bald top dressed casually opened the curtain and entered. He smiled and nodded to the gendarmerie: "Thank you, sir."

The military police stood at attention, saluted the old man extremely respectfully, and then went out.

Steve was a bit at a loss - what was the origin of this old man.

The old man glanced at Steve, pouted, and looked up someone's dark history: "Oh! It's an amazing resume. You actually tried to enlist in the army in five cities and five places of origin, but every time you lost in physical examination."

Steve blushed on the spot, and he didn't know what words to answer: "I...I...I..."

The old man suddenly asked, "Do you hate **?"

"..." Steve froze for a moment

The old man repeated it, and asked in a very solemn tone: "Do you hate **?"

Steve finally shook his head: "I don't have any personal views on **. But I think defending the motherland is the duty and responsibility of every young American. I have no right to ask others to fight their lives on the front lines. , hiding behind safety like a coward."

"You don't see it as an honor?"

"Glory is so far away from an ordinary person like me. I just want to do my duty."

"Duty? What a wonderful word. That's what interests me the most about you. It's not to get rich for promotion, it's not to be forced into the army, and it's not to be incited to brainwash by boring propaganda. Willing to join the army in five cities." The old man smiled: "Introduce yourself, I'm Dr. Abraham Erskine, I think, I can give you a chance!"

When Steve heard this, his eyes lit up: "I only need one chance!"

Dr. Abraham sternly said: "I need a volunteer to participate in a military experiment. But before you, hundreds of experimenters have died on the experimental bench. Frankly speaking, your chances of success are quite slim. Even so, you Do you want to accept it too?"

Steve pouted: "As long as it is for the country, there is no difference between dying under a bullet and dying on a test bench."

Dr. Abraham was shocked, really shocked.

Unlike the thousands of soldiers he's seen, Steve has a flash of soul he's never seen before. That is not the patriotism you talk about~www.readwn.com~, but a kind of truly putting life and death aside, taking pride in the country and taking responsibility as the top, which can be called the flash of saints!

The Doctor smiled brightly: "Either you are the second most powerful sophist of the century after Hitler. Or you are a true saint. Well, boy, tell me your real name and where you are from."

"Steve Rogers!" said the future Captain America, squinting proudly, "I'm from Brooklyn!"

right! It's the filthy, chaotic Brooklyn that the Wall Street elite despised!

The doctor was very satisfied. He took a conscription medical form, and in the lower right corner of the medical form with the name Steve Rogers on it, a large seal of [1A] was heavily stamped, which represented the highest conscription in the U.S. Army. level physique, and the doctor signed his name to show responsibility for the report.

Steve Rogers, finally got his wish to infiltrate the barracks with a special identity.

Soon, he appeared in the barracks wearing a brown military uniform.

A heroic female officer, with firm but elegant steps, walked towards a group of recruits including Steve.

For Steve, it was more of a fateful encounter.

She has brown-black wavy curls, and on her slightly square face, her facial features are not very delicate, but they are very clear. With the flame-like lipstick, the red lips are even more sexy. It has the unique taste of Hollywood dancers in the 1940s.

But her vigorous pace, coupled with high heels, has a kind of fierceness that does not allow men.

"Wow! If you're Hitler, then I'll kill you." A rude soldier teased.

Then, he saw a fist growing rapidly in his field of vision.

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