Marvel’s Superman

The next day, early in the morning.

Luke got up from the bed early, washed up, and continued his daily training of becoming bald and stronger.

Push-ups, squats, sit-ups, sunbathing…

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

"Bucky should be on board..."

Luke closed the door, ready to find Rogers.

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

The whole of New York last night was probably full of artillery fire.

With a straight military uniform, plus a few rhetoric.

A boy with strong hormones can easily pick up a beautiful girl.

Perhaps, this is the welfare of serving the motherland.

"Luke, good morning!"

The flower shop owner downstairs said enthusiastically, "Frank is looking for you, his temper looks a bit bad!"

"Got it! Thank you, Uncle Dale!"

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

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

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

"Uncle Frank, I brought you Aunt Bertha's grilled mushrooms and hash browns!"

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

Only from the appearance and figure, you can vaguely see the shadow of being tough and strong when he was young.

"Luke! You annoying boy!"

When the old man saw Luke, he yelled angrily, "That sissy bastard from Hobson ran to complain to Mr. Hoffa, saying that you beat his little brother!"

"Hobson has to tell Mr. Hoffa about this kind of thing? Then why didn't he tell Mr. Hoffa that his mother died sitting on the toilet the other day?"

Luke pretended to be surprised, and without stopping, took out the plate and knife and fork from the cupboard.

"Eat it while it's hot! The hash browns have Aunt Bertha filled with meat on purpose!"

The old man named "Frank", sitting at the table, said, "Don't try to bribe me with this! Luke, you troublesome bastard, the last Italian... um, awesome Taste! No matter how you eat it, you won't get tired of it!"

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

After Frank ate that breakfast, he never said anything about Hobson and his little brother.

He mentioned more about getting Luke to join the burgeoning Irish gang.

"Mr. Hoffa values ​​you very much. That good idea of ​​doing business with the military camp has allowed the gang to get some 'eliminated' firearms! Those Italians are not as arrogant as they used to be lately!"

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

Brooklyn's idle street gangster, eager to join the gang and become its cadre.

At least then no one will bully themselves again!

"No interest! If 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 cherry jam pie, the specialty of America."

Since Prohibition, all kinds of gangs have sprung up and kept popping up.

They were mostly poor and needy immigrant groups at first, such as the Irish and Italians.

Different from the British and Germans who developed North America with large sums of money, their so-called "immigrants" are just changing places to continue to be the bottom people.

Many people can't even afford to rent a house and can only do the hardest and most tiring jobs.

Immigrant groups living in close proximity to each other gradually formed slums.

This is how the "Hell's Kitchen", which was later famous in New York, was born.

As a sociologist has said, poverty tends to breed nationalism.

Because the Irish and Italians are Catholics themselves, they are seen as "savages" that cannot be assimilated in Christianity-dominated North America.

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

Therefore, in order to resist the exploitation of the foreman and the persecution of religion, the Irish and Italians spontaneously formed various violent groups.

This is the prototype of the American gang!

At that time, gangs were only a group of poor people, and they were not taken seriously.

It was not until later that a special group called "city bosses" began to emerge.

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

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

In the past, no one looked down on those immigrant groups with low status and poverty.

However, the "city bosses" keenly discovered their value, and the gangs initially formed by workers gradually changed.

One receives protection from interest groups, and the other provides stable votes to politicians.

The two sides hit it off!

However, no one expected the follow-up development.

"Prohibition" provided a lot of wealth for gangs, and with the rise of unions, labor movements occurred frequently.

The gangster monster finally ripped open the cage of social law!

They hold enough wealth in one hand to win over politicians through votes in the other.

And cooperate with unions to obtain legal status.

For a while, it developed rapidly!

Like Uncle Frank's Irish gang, they have a close relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa, the top of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers.

The union represented nearly a million truck drivers and warehouse workers, and later peaked at 2.3 million members.

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

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

"It's a pity that this brilliance didn't last long."

Luke thought silently.

Either Irish or Italian.

Their power had flourished for a while.

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

However, gangs are, after all, just a deformed product of a period of social unrest.

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

Reduced to a tool in the hands of politicians and interest groups, it will no longer have the glory of the past.

"There is no future for the gangster boss in the Marvel world, even if he has the status of Jinbing!"

This is what Luke has in mind.

"What a bastard of Gao Luyuan! You are not willing to join the gang, and you are not willing to be a truck driver and take over my position in the future! Do you still want to be a war hero like this?"

Seeing Luke's indifferent look, Frank was angry.

He had a good relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, so he could not afford to buy a house. After retirement, he served as the honorary president of a branch of the union.

Although it is only a name, but can receive a generous salary every month.

The gang and Mr. Hoffa should take care of Luke if they say hello.

"Uncle Frank, don't worry about that! Come on, put on the blanket!"

Luke didn't refute, grinning and putting the thick blanket over Frank's legs.

If he followed Captain America and joined the Roaring Commando, he might be able to get the honor of a war hero!

It is a pity that even if he becomes a hero, he is still a tool man and a mascot in the hands of politicians and capitalists.

So, Luke has another idea.

ps: Robbery! Hand over your favorites and recommendation tickets! (〃-ω)