American comics: I drew Superman during the Great Depression

The neighborhood where Colin lives is surrounded by some hotels and restaurants.

Early every day, a chef would put the leftovers left over from the previous day and those processed in the morning into tubes and pour them into the alley outside the kitchen.

At this time, more than a dozen people would rush out from the darkness to snatch the food.

And Colin has witnessed this scene more than once.

Even one time, on his way home, he saw with his own eyes three thin, haggard, and elderly women leaning on several trash cans to take out things. Because there were so many maggots in the garbage dump, one of the women even took off her glasses when picking up food to eat.

Indescribable, that moment.

When Colin witnessed all this, he was shocked in his heart.

The other person would rather take off his glasses than give up the food in the trash can.

After the Great Depression, homeless people wandering around restaurants, opening the lids of swill buckets and looking for rotten food to eat, have become ubiquitous on the streets.

The tragic and desperate year 1932 arrived, which only made their numbers increase day by day.

There are even reports that in order to avoid starving to death, some families went into the garbage dump to pick up bones and watermelon rinds to gnaw.

With a slightly heavy heart, Colin passed by the street where there was noise.

Sure enough, they saw several figures gathered there in that alley. They noticed Colin's footsteps passing by, and they all cast wary glances at him, subconsciously moving their steps to block the entrance to the alley.

They were deeply afraid that he would join them and snatch the leftovers with them.

Walking through the alley, Colin did not stop.

Looking at his retreating figure, the vigilance in these people's eyes dissipated slightly.

"Come out!"

However, the next second, as the back door of the kitchen was opened, the chef took the foul-smelling trash can and threw it into the alley.

These figures who were staring at Colin's back immediately screamed and rushed towards the trash can.

"That's great. I still have half a piece of bread today and I haven't finished it yet..."

"That's what I saw first!"

"Why, whoever grabs it first will get it."

"Meat, I saw a piece of pork..."

On the street, Colin's footsteps gradually drifted away, but his super hearing suppressed by the real world allowed him to still hear the quarreling and even pushing sounds of several people.

However, if possible, he would rather not hear these sounds at this moment.

"Millions of people are saved from death only by living like animals."

This is what was written in the book "Glory and Dreams" that recorded the history of the United States in later generations.

This is not an exaggeration, but the reality of the Great Depression in 1932.

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Go forward through the alleys where you grab trash.

Colin's originally heavy emotions gradually calmed down. He was not the savior of the Great Depression, but just an experiencer.

All that can be done is to give the public some hope through comics in this desperate era.

Even if this hope is extremely illusory, it is still better than the cold reality.

By the time Colin arrived at the newspaper office, there was already a gleam of light on the horizon.

He took the key from his belt and opened the door of the newspaper office.

Colin looked at the familiar layout inside, and the heavy emotions in his heart eased a bit.

He took off his clothes and hat and casually hung them on the floor stand beside him. He came to the stove and picked up the kettle. Then the light in his eyes shot out and the kettle boiled instantly.

The unlocking of "Thermal Vision" indeed helped Colin solve many problems.

At least, he no longer needs to worry about the problem of cooling the food. As long as he wants, he can taste steaming food anytime and anywhere.

Use heat vision to boil hot water and brew a cup of coffee.

Colin came to his desk with the fragrant coffee in his hand.

On the table, there are piles of serialized content from the previous day's "Superman Comics", and most of the plots have been sorted out.

Normally, today he only needs to roughly revise the comic and fill in the plot.

This is not a difficulty for Colin, who has super brain power.

"Let me think about it, the ability to resist poisonous fog?"

However, thinking back to what the counter-world had encountered, Colin put down the coffee in his hand and thought silently for a few seconds.

If Colin is willing, he can completely design a specialized ability to deal with toxin incidents in the Hydra base.

However, this approach is a bit too extravagant. It is better to design an ability once and for all that can make him immune to the influence of poisonous gas and can be used in subsequent comics.

After thinking silently for a moment, Colin recalled the scene in the base he had seen using super clairvoyance.

The gas masks worn on the faces of Hydra members seem to prove that the toxin causes damage through breathing.

When it comes to breathing, it happens to match Superman's ability corresponding to heat vision.

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Scott, just hang on and I'll be there to save you "right now."

In my heart, I said something silently.

Colin picked up the coffee on the table, took a sip, and took out another piece of drawing paper from the drawer and spread it in front of him.

After thinking about it for a while, I already came up with a plot related to the new ability.

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"biography?"

"...Who do you think you are? You have to write a biography. That is something that rich people will write. You are a poor boy with neither fame nor money. Even if you write a biography, no one will read it."

"What's more, what are you going to write in your biography? How about you getting up every morning to eat potatoes, or about your miserable life of still living with your parents at this age? When I was your age, I had already come out alone. At that time, I only had twenty dollars and came to New York... After hard work..."

"Then I became a typesetter..."

At six o'clock in the morning, Old John and Little John appeared at the door of the newspaper office together.

"What's wrong with being a typesetting worker? At least I can still have enough to eat and am not relegated to the streets."

"It's entirely down to Mr. Colin Looper that you didn't end up on the streets."

"In fact, I have already decided that if I want to write a biography, I will write about Mr. Colin Looper. This will definitely sell well."

As he spoke, Little John took out the key from the inside of his clothes and inserted it into the keyhole. However, before he could turn it with his hand, the door of the newspaper office in front of him was easily opened.

Seeing this, Old John and Little John looked at each other, feeling that the scene in front of them was inexplicably familiar.

"I remember locking it."

Little John said something, but the expression on his face couldn't help but pause, and the feeling of déjà vu in his heart deepened.

Have I said this before?

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