American manga: I drew Superman in the Great Depression

Chapter 83 Leftovers

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

Early every day, a chef would put the leftovers from the previous day and the leftovers 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 pick things out. Because there were too many maggots in the trash, one of the women was picking up things.

When eating, he would also take off the glasses on his face, so as not to see the food.

It's hard to describe that moment.

When Colin witnessed all this, he was deeply shocked.

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 miserable 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 in that alley. They noticed Colin's footsteps passing by, and they all cast wary glances at him, and subconsciously moved 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 back as he walked away, the vigilance in these people's eyes dissipated a little.

"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 people 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 the [super hearing] suppressed by the positive 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 alley where you grab garbage.

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

All we can do 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 hung them on the floor stand beside him. He came to the stove and picked up the kettle. The light in his eyes shot out and the kettle boiled instantly.

Unlocking [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.

I used [heat vision] to boil hot water and brewed a cup of coffee.

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

On the table, there are piles of serialized contents of the "Superman" comics from the previous day, 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, recalling the situation that Counter World 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 special ability to deal with the toxin incident 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 saw using [Super Perspective].

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 correspond to a certain ability of Superman that corresponds to [heat vision].

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Scott, hold on a little longer and I will rescue you "right away".

I said something silently in my heart.

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 out 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 gone 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, John Sr. and John Sr. 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 thanks to Mr. Colin Looper that you didn't end up on the streets."

"In fact, I have already made a decision. 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 in confusion, 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?