American comics: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

"Oh well."

Seeing Scott's firm attitude, Colin also released his hand on his shoulder.

"The power is good."

After moving his free body again, Scott said with some unwillingness to be outdone.

"In the past three years, I have been working hard to improve myself in prison, and you were the first existence that made me feel difficult."

As he spoke, Scott waved his fist, seemingly intending to use this method to prove that he was not as vulnerable as he had just seen.

In this regard, Colin didn't say much and just watched his performance quietly.

"Ahem..."

After a while, Scott, who felt a little embarrassed, coughed a few times, put away his fists, and changed the subject.

"Tell me, what is your purpose in finding me?"

"You sure you want to be here."

Facing Scott's inquiry, Colin pointed to the ice cream machine behind him.

"Dale, please greet the guests for me. I have to go out for something. Thank you."

After hearing Colin's reminder, Scott realized that the ice cream shop in front of him was indeed not a suitable place to talk, and greeted his colleagues beside him.

Scott took Colin into Baskin-Robbins' bathroom.

Click——

He took a 'under maintenance' sign and hung it on the bathroom door. Scott locked the door, took a deep breath, turned to look at Colin behind him, and asked.

"Now, can you tell me your purpose?"

"We need your help."

Facing Scott's inquiry, Colin immediately gave an answer.

"us?"

Hearing Colin's description, Scott stretched out his hand to express his doubts: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean by us, but if you want to ask for help, you must be looking for the wrong person. I I'm just an ordinary employee of Baskin-Robbins, and my daily job is just making ice cream. The only thing that can help you, or you, is to put more jam when making smoothies..."

It is easy to see from Scott's reaction that he does not want to participate in the help Colin said.

"Tell him Dr. Hank Pym sent us to him."

At this moment, Nick's voice came from the tiny earphones under Colin's ears.

In fact, even if you don't use headphones, I can still hear what you say.

He said something silently in his heart, but on the surface, Colin still pretended to get the news from the earphones, and repeated it to Scott in front of him.

"Dr. Hank Pym sent us to you."

"..."

Scott fell silent immediately when he heard the name appearing in Colin's mouth.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his head and said to Colin in front of him: "What are you going to let me steal?"

…

Positive World, New York Grand Central Station.

Accompanied by the roar of the train, the latest EP-3 box-type electric locomotive manufactured by General Electric slowly slowed down and drove into the platform.

Roy Disney carried his suitcase and got off the motorcycle.

Entering the station hall from the train passage, Roy gently pressed the top hat on his head with his hand and lifted the suitcase in his hand to avoid the malicious palms in the crowd.

Roy breathed a sigh of relief after coming out of the crowded train station.

He stopped a car with his hand, got in, and announced his destination to the driver on the driver's seat: "Second Avenue Lan Publishing House."

…

New York, Courier Press.

Harry Donnerfield took off his hat, revealing his receding hairline, took off his coat and hung it on the floor stand nearby. He looked at the busy people in the newspaper office and said: "The second issue of "The Courier Comics" has been released more than the first issue. What’s even more shocking is that many newsstands in New York City sold out the comics immediately after receiving them, and the deliveryman has already heard requests from more than one newsstand owner to rush the stock.”

The popularity of the second issue of "Messenger Comics" is obviously closely related to Colin's activities on the last page of the comic.

This, from within The Courier Press.

You can tell one thing or two from the envelopes stacked as high as a hill in front of Little John and others.

In the past, although newspapers also received endless amounts of letters every day, they could still sort them out to some extent.

However, this time, the number of letters from fans has increased by two or three times compared with the past.

It is said that letters from superhuman readers who participated in the event filled the delivery man's truck directly.

For this reason, the deliveryman spent a lot of effort to deliver the cart full of letters to the newspaper office.

"Mr. Harry, you are finally here."

Poking his head out of the envelope, Little John looked at Harry who came to the newspaper office, and a stiff smile appeared on his tired face.

He never thought that one day he would actually feel dizzy just reading letters from Superman readers.

In particular, this time he not only needed to open the letters from readers, but also compiled them piece by piece and recorded the contents for Colin to select and serialize in the next issue of The Courier. Comic winner.

Since early in the morning, Little John has already written fifty or sixty letters from readers, and this is just the tip of the iceberg among the letters piled up like a hill in front of him.

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Looking at the piles of letters in front of Little John, Harry understood why Colin insisted on printing only 300,000 copies.

The current staff of the Courier newspaper cannot handle more letters, and the publication date of the next issue of the Courier is just around the corner, so there is not much time for them to handle it.

Of course, they can also choose to ignore these letters and directly cheat by picking a few letters to deal with them.

But obviously, Colin does not intend to do so.

Thinking of this, Harry rolled up his sleeves, came to Little John, stretched out his hand to pick up a small pile of envelopes and took the initiative to ask: "How many are left to be processed?"

"After reading these, it's almost done."

Seeing Harry's initiative to help, Little John cast a grateful expression on him.

He turned his head and glanced at the position of Colin's desk not far away: "In fact, Mr. Colin is the hardest working one. The letters from readers on his desk are more than twice as many as mine."

At this point, Little John's tone was both admiring and helpless.

The boss is better at work than the workers, who can I go to for justice?

Following Little John's words, Harry looked in Colin's direction, and saw that on his desk, there was a pile of letters that was higher than the Little John mountain in front of him.

However, facing the large amount of letters on the desk, Colin's actions were particularly skillful.

It was as if the mountain of letters in front of him did not exist.

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