Marvel’s Superman

　　 The next day, early morning.

　　 Luke got up from the bed early, finished washing, and continued daily training to become bald and stronger.

　　 Push-ups, squats, sit-ups, sunbathing...

　　 After a series of processes, the hands of the clock on the wall have slid to 8:20.

　　 "Bucky should have boarded the ship..."

　　 Luke closed the door, ready to go to Rogers.

　　 They had planned to send Bucky off, but Sergeant James Barnes, who was going to England, said that he didn't want his friends to see the embarrassment of his weak legs.

　　 The whole of New York last night was full of gunfire.

　　 relies on a straight military uniform, plus a few rhetoric.

　　 The hormonal lad can easily pick up a pretty girl.

　　 Maybe, this is the welfare of serving the motherland.

　　 "Luke, good morning!"

　　 The flower shop owner downstairs looked enthusiastic and said loudly: "Frank is looking for you, his temper looks a bit bad!"

　　 "Got it! Thank you, Uncle Dal!"

　　 Luke stopped, changed direction, and walked towards Uncle Frank's house.

　　 Probably the street gangster yesterday, ran to complain to his boss, and then passed the Irish gang to his uncle's ears.

　　 Ten minutes later, Luke expertly took out the key from under the doormat and opened the door.

　　 "Uncle Frank, I brought you roasted mushrooms and potato pancakes from Aunt Betha!"

　　 Carrying a hearty, steaming breakfast, Luke walked into the living room and saw an old man with gray hair and a rickety waist.

　　 Only from the appearance and figure, one can vaguely see the tough and strong shadow of a young man.

　　 "Luke! You annoying kid!"

　　 The old man saw Luke and cursed angrily, "That girly **** Hobson, went to sue Mr. Hoffa again, saying that you beat his little brother!"

　　 "Hobson has to tell Mr. Hoffa even such things? Then why didn't he tell Mr. Hoffa that his mother had passed away while sitting on the toilet the other day?"

　　 Luke pretending to be astonished, he kept his hands and took out the plates and knives and forks from the cupboard.

　　 "Eat it while it's hot! The potato pancakes specially let Aunt Beisha add meat!"

The old man named "Frank" sat at the table and said, "Don't use this to buy me! Luke, you messy bastard, the last Italian... well, awesome. Taste! No matter how you eat, you won’t get tired!"

　　 It turns out that no one can escape the law of true fragrance!

　　 After Frank ate that breakfast, he never mentioned Hobson and his younger brother.

　　 What he mentioned more is to let Luke join the rapidly growing Irish gang.

　　 "Mr. Hoffa values ​​you very much. That good idea for doing business with the barracks allowed the gang to get some guns that were ‘eliminated’! Those Italians, the recent arrogance is not as arrogant as before!"

　　 Frank couldn't understand why his nephew would resist joining the gang.

　　 Brooklyn idle street gangsters, hoping to join the gang and become a cadre among them.

　　 At least that way, no one will be bullied!

　　 "No interest! I really want to be a gangster, I might as well go back to school!"

　　 Luke made himself a cup of coffee and said lightly.

　　 He knew that this was the most turbulent period in American history, as the newspaper said: "Violence is like a cherry sauce pie, a specialty of the United States."

　　 Since the "Prohibition", various gangs have sprung up continuously.

　　 Most of them were poor immigrant groups, such as Irish and Italians.

　　Different from the British and Germans who brought large sums of money to develop North America, what they call "immigrants" is nothing more than changing a place and continuing to be the bottom people.

　　Many people can't even rent houses and can only do the hardest and most tiring work.

　　 The immigrant groups who live together have gradually formed slums.

　　 Then the "Hell's Kitchen", which became famous in New York, was born like this.

　　 As a sociologist once said, poverty often breeds nationalism.

　　Because the Irish and Italians are Catholics themselves, they are regarded as "barbarians" incapable of assimilation in North America, dominated by Christianity.

　　 The ubiquitous exclusion and discrimination make life difficult for these immigrant groups.

　　 So, in order to fight against the foreman’s exploitation and religious persecution, the Irish and Italians spontaneously formed various violent groups.

　　 This is the embryonic form of the American gang!

　　 The gang at that time was just a group of poor people, and they weren't taken seriously by anyone.

　　Until later, special groups called "city bosses" began to emerge.

　　 They are "professionals" that came into being after the rise of the industrial society. Their main responsibility is to raise campaign funds for political party candidates and to buy votes-the "brokers" that later generations call "brokers."

　　 As we all know, the United States is a country of immigrants.

　　Before, no one could value those immigrant groups with low status and poverty.

　　 But the "city bosses" keenly discovered their value, and the gangs formed by the workers at the beginning gradually changed.

　　 One accepts the asylum of interest groups, and the other provides stable votes to politicians.

　　 Both sides hit it off!

　　 But no one expected the follow-up development.

　　 "Prohibition" provides gangs with a lot of wealth, coupled with the rise of labor unions, labor movements frequently occur.

　　 The monster gangster finally broke the cage of social law!

　　 They hold enough wealth in one hand, and use votes in the other to win over politicians.

　　 And cooperate with the union to obtain a legal identity.

　　 Suddenly, rapid development!

　　The Irish gang like Uncle Frank belongs to. They have a close relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa, the top of the American Brotherhood of Truck Drivers.

　　 This union represented nearly one million truck drivers and warehouse workers, and later reached 2.3 million members at its peak.

　　It can be said that if you are running for mayor or councillor, you can get help from the union, which is no different from directly declaring victory.

　　 Gangs, unions, and politicians form a tight chain of interests.

　　 "Unfortunately, this glory did not last long. UU Reading www.uukanshu.com"

　　 Luke thought silently.

　　 Whether it is Irish or Italian.

　　 Their power was once prosperous.

　　 The former succeeded in getting Kennedy to be elected president, and the latter had close ties with Edgar Hoover, the first director of the FBI.

　　 It's just that the gangsters are, after all, a deformed product of a period of social turmoil.

　　 With the end of World War II, they will inevitably go into decline.

　　 has been reduced to a tool in the hands of politicians and interest groups, and it will never be the same as in the past.

　　 "The Marvel world is mixed with the gang boss and there is no future, even if it has the status of Jinyun!"

　　 This is Luke's inner thoughts.

　　 "What a lofty bastard! I don't want to ask you to join the gang, let you be a truck driver and take over my seat in the future, you don't want to! Don't you want to be a war hero in the same way you are?"

　　 Seeing Luke's indifferent look, Frank became angry.

　　 He had a good relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, so he couldn't move his house. After retiring, he served as the honorary president of a branch of the union.

　　 Although it's just a name, I get a good salary every month.

　　If they say hello, the gang and Mr. Hoffa should take care of Luke more.

　　 "Uncle Frank, don't worry about this! Come on, cover it with a blanket!"

　　 Luke didn't refute, he smiled and put a thick blanket on Frank's legs.

　　 If he followed Captain America and joined the Roaring Commando, he might really be a war hero!

　　 It is a pity that even if you become a hero, you are still a tool and mascot in the hands of politicians and capitalists.

　　 So, Luke has another idea.