American manga: I drew Superman in the Great Depression

"Well, Colin, see you tomorrow."

Coming out of the Daily Bugle's news building, Smith scratched his bushy beard, yawned and greeted Colin.

"See you tomorrow, Smith."

On the side, Colin nodded feebly in the direction of the cameraman and replied casually.

In the news media industry, time is of the essence. In order to get first-hand news consultation, the two of them were required to be on standby from early in the morning. By the end of the day, both the cameraman and Colin himself had become exhausted, and their heads were full at the moment.

All I could think about was going home and lying down on the bed for a long sleep.

After waving goodbye to his colleagues, Colin reached out and patted his cheek, forcing himself to cheer up.

Originally, Colin's family was not wealthy.

In order to successfully complete his studies, he had to work-study and pay high student loans to graduate.

However, like most American graduates, Colin is also experiencing a life of debt after graduation.

In the United States, it is not a new thing to live until you are old and pay your tuition fees. Many people think that after going to college, they can find a good job and get their money back quickly. But the reality is that after graduation, many people

, often needing to repay student loans until middle age or even old age. Especially under the impact of the financial crisis a few years ago, the impact of the general environment has made Colin's employment even more difficult.

About me traveling to a superhero world, but still having to think about working to pay off my debts.

I don’t know how long the Daily Bugle can last.

Colin felt even more headache when he thought about the uproar of acquisition news circulating within the newspaper in recent days.

I don’t know if it was affected by the news that the newspaper was about to be acquired, which caused me to be in a bad mood. The boss, J. Jonah Jameson, had not shown up in the office for a long time. As a result, Colin had not been with him since time traveling.

I met the current boss.

Colin felt quite regretful about this.

After all, Jameson is considered a 'celebrity' in the superhero world anyway. Although the 'bug' that should be Jameson's destiny has not yet appeared, this does not prevent Colin from considering

His attention, especially when the other party is still his boss.

Well, at least until the Daily Bugle was acquired.

…

Just like this, with mixed thoughts, Colin got off the bus before it left for the next stop and entered an alley.

Based on the poor salary of a new reporter, Colin naturally cannot afford to live in a high-end apartment. He currently lives in a fringe apartment on Second Avenue in New York. The commute time alone to and from get off work every day is enough. It takes about an hour, and this is assuming the traffic conditions in downtown New York are good.

However, Colin, who was intent on returning to his apartment, did not notice it.

Following his hurried footsteps, the two swaying figures at the intersection looked at each other, and then followed the alley with shaky steps.

"Hey, man, stop!"

In the alley, one of the black men, who blocked Colin's path before he could walk out of the alley, was covered in tattoos all over his body. Unexpectedly, he thought he was performing art. He raised his gun and threatened him fiercely.

"Take the money out!"

His eyes stayed on the black man's pistol for a few seconds, and Colin handed over his wallet in cooperation.

"no problem."

Just kidding, he just traveled to the world of superheroes, but he didn't become a so-called superhero.

In the nearly one week that he has traveled as a reporter, Colin has fully understood the "freedom" of the United States, and has no interest in becoming the price behind this "freedom".

Especially when Colin noticed that the hazy and confused expressions on the faces of the two guys in front of him from time to time were obviously the result of heavy smoking.

"Damn, why is it so little?"

He roughly snatched the wallet from Colin's hand and opened it. Looking at the meager banknotes inside, the expression on the black man's face suddenly became a little ugly.

"Don't play tricks on me, asshole!"

The accomplice on the side looked at the amount in the wallet, which was no more than thirty dollars, and immediately stepped forward and grabbed Colin's collar.

"Believe it or not, we will shoot you right away!"

Feeling the suffocation coming from his collar, the expression on Colin's face couldn't help but become a little uncomfortable. He looked up at the two guys in front of him who were obviously a little excited, and explained with difficulty: "Believe me,

Under such circumstances, I have no reason to deceive you..."

Perhaps he was persuaded by the reasons given by Colin, or perhaps he was confident in the pistol in his hand and did not dare to lie to himself.

Seeing this, the man traveling with him reluctantly let go of Colin's arm on his collar, and the latter covered his neck and coughed several times uncomfortably.

"Cough cough, cough cough cough..."

In the alley, the robbery duo ignored Colin's reaction and were about to leave.

"Wait a moment……"

The moment he turned around, one of the sharp-eyed black men accidentally caught a glimpse of the blue lanyard in Colin's pocket.

"What do you have in your pocket?"

Oops, when?!

Facing the black man's questioning, Colin subconsciously reached for his pocket.

However, his subconscious reaction once again gave a bad association to the two people in front of him.

"Damn it, you guy actually dared to lie to us!"

"I think you are impatient!"

He rushed to Colin with an ugly look on his face, took away his palm covering his pocket, and quickly pulled out the contents together with the lanyard.

"What's this?!"

However, looking at the card attached to one end of the lanyard, the expression on the man's face could not help but be a bit astonished.

"Colin Looper, Daily Bugle? Press pass!"

He flipped the card on the lanyard and read out the content printed on it word by word. The expression on the man's face also changed immediately.

"Fu** you, you're a reporter!"

"Everything is explicable, I'm just a job..."

In the alley, seeing the increasingly excited expressions of the two people in front of him, Colin quickly raised his hands to explain, but before he could finish his words.

boom--

The harsh sound of gunfire interrupted everything.

"Damn..."

Feeling the severe pain from his chest, Colin covered his body that was hit by the bullet and fell down as if he had been hit hard.

"...Fu**...who asked you to shoot?!"

"Didn't you see him? This guy is a reporter, and he also saw the two of us..."

Falling on the cold concrete floor of the alley, feeling the blood flowing from the wound and his increasingly cold body, Colin did not have the slightest fear of death in his heart at this moment.

He listened to the panicked quarrel between the two men at the entrance of the alley.

The next second, Colin's vague consciousness was enveloped in a flash of green light.