"Major General Cavell, do you have anything else to add?"
After listening to a long speech, the president's head felt a little swollen and he subconsciously asked.
He didn't expect Luke to be so well prepared, just like a candidate who had prepared answers and filled out questionnaires in advance.
Especially for the future development of SHIELD, the plans made are even more detailed and specific.
This ranges from personnel expansion in various departments to application requirements for annual fixed funds.
This made the chief of staff sitting on the sofa on the other side have his eyelids twitching and his heart twitching.
Poor Budget Committee, I'm afraid they'll go bald if they keep trying like this.
"Then let me say a few more words..."
Luke, who was about to stop, said in surprise.
It seems that his thoughts did not bore the president.
So, he cleared his throat and turned on the repeater mode.
The proposals mentioned before have been replaced by some commonly used sentences, and the amount of budgets, funds, and staff in various departments have been increased.
Then, he said it again.
By the time the long chant was over, the president sitting opposite and the generals on the sofa had expressionless faces and dull eyes. For the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skill card for conversation, Constantine's " Master of deception."
To the people in the Oval Office, every word that came out of Luke's mouth converged into a bombardment like a mental attack.
It is obviously worthless nonsense, but it is deeply imprinted in the mind, and people can't help but want to listen to it.
"This is just a little personal, immature view."
Luke ended with this sentence.
The Oval Office fell silent for a moment
No one spoke, even the sound of breathing was weak.
The president sitting opposite and the generals on the sofa were as lifeless as clay and wood sculptures.
"This is a perfect plan."
After a while, Mr. President nodded in agreement with a bitter look on his face.
He really didn't want to accept another mental bombardment, and the rest of the people also responded, fearing that Major General Cavell would continue to speak.
"SHIELD will definitely live up to the trust of the President and the generals."
Luke looked moved and praised his language skills.
Those requirements sound very harsh, such as the director's free working hours, generous salary subsidies, and the sole authority to access any information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon... and so on.
All passed successfully!
"Zha Kang is really outstanding."
Luke sighed.
It's a pity that Constantine on the set next door is too metaphysical in his deception techniques, otherwise he could have improved his proficiency.
After all, talking is an essential skill for every protagonist.
Here is a certain Huang Mao who wants to be Hokage. He has a set of mouth escape techniques of love and justice, bondage and peace, which has defeated countless strong men at his feet.
"If there's nothing else to do, that's the end of today's meeting."
The president looked tired. After listening to Luke's speech, most of his energy was consumed.
It's like facing four or five beautiful girls with hot bodies at once. After having fun, you suddenly feel powerless. No matter how beautiful the body is, there is no sexual interest.
The generals in the Pentagon also got up one after another, and each one seemed to have stayed up all night. With red eyes and staggering steps, they pushed the door open and left.
They had all been drained of the last bit of energy by Major General Cavill, and now their minds were still replaying the other party's endless chatter.
"Next, it's time to find old friends."
Having achieved his goal, Luke flew high into the sky and headed towards the next stop.
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Old Joseph's Tavern, Brooklyn.
Rogers, who had returned to ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of ale on the table.
He is waiting for a friend.
Make an appointment for lunch.
As a result, Luke let himself go.
Ding dong!
The crisp copper bell rang.
When the tavern was closing for a break, someone opened the door and came in.
"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"
Luke walked into the tavern and said hello to the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.
They are all regular customers.
When he was still a spirited young man in Brooklyn, he often helped old Joseph look after the store, wiping tables and cleaning to earn some pocket money.
The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately he was unlucky. Every time he transported goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, flat tires, and stalling.
Not only that, even riding a bicycle can cause accidents, either hitting someone or being hit by someone.
In Joseph Sr.'s own words, he had a grudge against the carrier all his life, and once he came into contact with it, he would be in bad luck.
In desperation, he could only switch careers and open a tavern to barely make ends meet.
However, since Luke became a war hero, the pub's business has been booming, and many New Yorkers have come here to check in.
"Luke, you little bastard! Tsk tsk, they are all generals now. Frank may never have imagined in his life that his nephew could become a war hero!"
Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over.
"I wonder if Mr. Major General, who is used to drinking high-end red wine, can still accept Brooklyn ale?"
Luke shrugged and picked up the square-mouthed wine glass.
Tons, tons, tons! Tons, tons, tons!
"You can have another drink."
Luke laughed as he finished the drink in one gulp.
Old Joseph nodded with satisfaction and filled the glass.
“How does it feel to be back in Brooklyn?”
Seeing Luke coming over and sitting down with a beer, Rogers asked with a smile.
Since the end of the war he has gone into semi-retirement.
"Not bad. On the way to the tavern, I met several familiar faces."
Luke leaned back on his chair, raised his head and said, "There is Jamie who has been in a fight. He is now a truck driver following his father's footsteps. There is also Uncle Frank who used to sell fruit on the street opposite. He sells fruit for free. Bucky gave Bucky a bag of bread, and everyone had a hard time at that time... "
"Yeah. You know what? That guy Jamie always shows off to people that he was beaten by Superman, and he's very proud of it."
Rogers took a sip of his beer, a look of nostalgia on his face.
"Luke, I have been dreaming these past few days. In the dream, you, Bucky, and I are running around the streets of Brooklyn. There is no Captain America, Superman, or Sergeant Barnes."
"Then I jumped to the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff. In order to stop the Red Skull, I boarded the plane carrying Valkyrie missiles... I don't know why, you are not in this story."
"I fell into a cold place and no one woke me up until a long, long time later. They said the war was over."
"I am living alone, with no friends, no family, and no destination to run forward."
Luke stared at the bubbling wine glass and said with a smile: "You sound like an old man in his seventies."
"Haha, Margaery said the same thing. Maybe I experienced too much in the war and couldn't forget all those memories."
Rogers restrained his sentimental emotions. He was now receiving a salary from the military. He only had to clock in regularly every day and sit in the office with a newspaper and read it all day long.
Occasionally, I will cooperate with publicity work and accept interviews from the media.
When peace comes, heroes seem useless.
"Do you have an answer to the last question?"
Luke looked at Captain America opposite and said softly: "Captain America can't just sit in the office and read newspapers all his life. He picks up that shield and goes to the battlefield again, walking through the rain of bullets. Only such a tense life can make your heart beat violently. It’s beating, and there’s a real feeling of being alive.”
"I agree with Howard's point of view. One of the greatest pleasures in life lies in taking risks! It lies in the pursuit of excitement! Being willing to be ordinary is the life you should have after experiencing everything and looking down upon everything."
Rogers is silent. He lives in an old house in Brooklyn.
The walls were repainted, sofas, big beds and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and soft carpets were laid in the bedrooms... He did all these trivial things himself.
Margaery, who came to live together, said that this was just to pass the time when she was bored.
Rogers agreed.
There was an emptiness in his heart that he couldn't fill.
So I had to find something to do.
"You want me to join SHIELD because of Atlantis?"
Rogers asked.
The attack on two aircraft carriers and the tsunami at Anna Maria Island made headlines.
In addition, being in the Army Department, Captain America also heard some rumors.
"Not entirely. Major General Cavill needed a partner, so he thought of his old buddy Captain America."
Luke looked at the hesitant Rogers and smiled: "Are you ready to go to war, Steve?"
In a daze, Captain America remembered the operation he and Luke took to rescue Bucky, and the other party asked him the same question.
"Ready, Commander."
Thinking of the good times of fighting side by side, Rogers smiled and raised his glass.
"Then, welcome to join the invasion team."
Luke said, and the two wine glasses collided, making a crisp sound. (End of chapter)