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"Tsk tsk, Earth Shield, this nickname makes me sour, Steve!" Fisher, who was sweating profusely, retracted his fist and joked to Team America, who was also dripping with sweat and wet his white linen vest.

"Hu, hu, you think I like this name, not as good as Captain America!" Steve grabbed the energy drink on the side and took a sip, then clenched his fists, "Come again!"

At first, the US team was only used to running, playing, punching, punching bags or something in the morning, but after meeting Fisher, the morning exercise became a two-person competition running. Because everyone is not a normal person, so now the morning exercise program has become Running boxing.

What surprised Steve was not only Fisher's strong physical fitness, but also those fighting skills he had never seen before. These fighting skills accumulated over countless years from Paradise Island and Ares actually benefited Team America a lot. .

"S.H.I.E.L.D.'s propaganda like that is really too much!" After making a few moves, the two stopped, and came out of the boxing gym to find a place near the river for milkshakes and sandwiches.

"Why, aren't you happy to praise you?" Fisher bit down on a large piece of lobster sandwich and said vaguely.

"I am no stranger to military propaganda. During World War II, I often performed on stage to raise funds for the front line. Those activities were either to boost morale or praise achievements, not to grab credit like now!"

"Indeed, the only conscience in the United States is World War II. Now that the country has become like this, don't you feel very distressed!"

It's good that Fisher didn't mention it. When he mentioned the issue of national sports, the captain's face turned gloomy.

"Then don't you mind?"

"Mind, we have lost hundreds of brothers, old and young, from all over the world, how could S.H.I.E.L.D. wipe out their credit!" Fisher leaned on the chair, thinking in his mind But those pilots who died in outer space.

Although the Jackal fighter is considered a very good model in the entire universe, with ferocious firepower, strong armor and good acceleration, it is a fighter after all. After being hit by Chitauri's large-caliber naval guns, it will still be shattered. , but their exploits will live on forever!

"Speaking of which, hasn't Nick Fury assigned you any tasks during this time?"

"I don't have Dr. Banner and I. Hawkeye and Natasha are still the same, flying all over the world all day long, but Coulson, Nick arranged a capable team for him!"

"Oh! That's it!" Fisher nodded. It seemed that Nick Fury was really on guard against everyone. As for the team led by Coulson, it should be the one with the oranges. At this time, the oranges should be It was still the ignorant senior hacker who was recruited by Coulson. Fisher has already decided that the next S.H.I.E.L.D. Director will take the throne of Dai Ju!

"Since you have nothing to do now, you have time to spend with Ms. Peggy, and time to find Sergeant Barnes!"

"But the rubble of New York hasn't been cleaned up yet, and I'm still hanging out as a volunteer at Stark's Emergency Disaster Management Agency!"

"Did he pay you wages?"

"No, just eat!" Captain America shook his head, but according to his character, he didn't even want to pay the salary. The poor boy from Brooklyn volunteered to give the consortium tycoon 007. This story sounds very sad!

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"My dear, your lunch!" After receiving a large sandwich with ham and a cup of hot tea, Adrian Toombs kissed his wife, who was a head short, and pushed open the door. , As an American foreman, Toombs's own family is not bad, but he still has a team of good brothers, all of whom are with his old buddies, and each family also has a family, so his shoulders The responsibility is also great.

After the Battle of New York, looking at the rubble on the streets, Toombs was like seeing a gold mine, so when the New York City government released a series of recruitment plans to recruit private capital to participate in the cleanup of New York's rubble, Toombs Immediately signed up, his good brothers are all professional teams.

After receiving a series of identification training and explosive disposal, Toombs took out a loan to buy a lot of engineering equipment, and was ready to go to work.

"Attention, Chitauri's energy core cannot be exposed to radiation, otherwise it will be activated. I don't want to see you being blown into two pieces by this thing!" While reminding his subordinates to do things carefully, Toombs walked to Before the schedule in your own workshop.

"Well, the progress of this area we contracted is very fast! It's half completed, as long as the remaining treasures are cleaned up, we can get the first fund!"

"Woo!" Hearing that the reward was at your fingertips, the big men who were working were as happy as children.

It's just that the joy didn't last long. At lunchtime, a group of boys with sunglasses and suits swaggered into the construction site.

"Who is in charge of you?" A middle-aged woman in a white helmet asked arrogantly.

"It's me, what's the matter!" Toombs, who was holding the half-eaten sandwich, groaned, but walked over anyway.

After feeling the smell of sweat and oil on the other party's body mixed together, the woman couldn't help but take a step back, but she still maintained her arrogant posture and said, "Your work will be suspended for a while, I want to announce something!"

Damn it! Seeing the other party's style, Tumston's heart was half cold. Wouldn't these people want to grab food? I haven't paid off my loan yet!

"Everyone, first of all congratulations, you will be employees of the Disaster Control Administration from now on!"

The black suit following the woman immediately took out a stack of badges and distributed it to Toombs' men.

"This, me, but..." Toombs looked at the card in his hand, and a hundred thousand question marks flashed through his mind.

"But what about our equipment, wages, and work area?"

"The Bureau of Control will pay for this, and your work area will be re-divided. In addition, you will need to pick up the engineering exoskeleton in the afternoon. We only hope that you will complete the work in your hands as soon as possible!"

"But who is our boss?"

"Mr. Stark!"

The little butterfly of fate flapped its wings, so the fate of many people changed immediately, such as Adrian Tomus, who was a villain who almost became one of Spider-Man's father-in-law after n years, Vulture, because of Stark's control bureau rudely drove him away, so he took his old brother and started smuggling high-tech products.

But now, Stark, who was ridiculed by Fisher all day long at patriotic capitalists and people's entrepreneurs, also knew the drawbacks of the problem of not eating minced meat, so when he set up the Control Bureau to deal with the ruins of New York, Stark deliberately asked a question. There is no small contractor to do this. When he got an affirmative answer, Stark waved his hand. Anyway, the Bureau of Control is still very empty, so all these people can work for me, and by the way, they can also solve some of the unemployed people in New York. .

So Vulture changed his body, from a private contractor to a government employee, still with five insurances and one housing fund, and Toombs also found that there seem to be many benefits to working with a large group, such as now!

"Boss, boss!" A tall black man rushed into the room cheerfully, and then showed the engineering exoskeleton he was wearing to the rest of the workers inside.

"This thing is awesome! Where did it come from?" Toombs' eyes lit up.

"It was issued by the Bureau of Control. Each engineering team has four sets for heavy work, and they also sent us a new work plan!" The black man took out a paper document.

"Uh!" Toombs was dumbfounded when he saw the work area marked on the document that was six times larger than what he had previously contracted.

"Boss, we sent it!"

"Send wool, we are only 17 people, this is three blocks, and it can't be cleaned up in a year!"

"Then what should I do? The lady in charge said that if she can't finish her work on time, she will spit out all the benefits of eating!"

"Damn it!" Touching his Mediterranean head, Toombs made a fist with his right hand and smashed it on his left palm.

"Bauer! Didn't you say you knew some workers?"

"Yes, boss, what's the problem!"

"Call them and ask them to come and help!"

So the vulture changed his job from a contractor to a second-order dealer.

ps: Dear readers and gentlemen, from today to the end of the month, it is basically 5,000 words.