"Rear Admiral Cavill, 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 did not expect that Luke was so well prepared, just like a candidate who had prepared answers and filled out the questionnaire in advance.
Especially for the future development of S.H.I.E.L.D., the plans made are even more detailed and specific.
From staff expansion in various departments to application requirements for annual fixed funds.
This made Chief of Staff, who was sitting on the sofa on the other side, have his eyelids twitching and his heart twitching.
Poor Budget Committee, if you continue to pluck wool like this, I'm afraid your head will go bald.
"Then let me say a few more words..."
Luke, who originally planned to stop, said in surprise.
It seems that his ideas 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The proposals mentioned before have been replaced by some commonly used sentences, and the amount of budget and funds, the number of staff in each department, etc. 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. During the second time, Luke specially exchanged the necessary skill card for conversation, "Master of Bluffs" from Constantine.
For everyone in Oval Office, every word that comes out of Luke's mouth Barry converges into a bombarding sound wave like a spiritual 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 uses this sentence as a conclusion.
Oval Office, it suddenly became quiet
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, the 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 Rear Admiral Cavill would continue to talk.
"S.H.I.E.L.D. will definitely live up to the trust of the President and all the generals."
Luke looked moved and gave a thumbs up to his language skills.
Those requirements sound very demanding, such as Director having 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 excellent."
Luke sighed.
It's a pity that Constantine in the studio next door, this deception technique is too metaphysical, otherwise he can also improve his proficiency.
After all, talking is an essential skill for every protagonist.
Here I nominate a certain Huang Mao who wants to be Hokage, a set of love and justice, bondage and peace of the art of mouth escape, which has defeated countless strong men at their 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 Pentagon's generals also stood 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 were all drained of their last energy by Rear Admiral Cavill, and now their minds are still echoing with each other'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.
Brooklyn, Old Joseph Tavern.
Rogers, who has returned to ordinary life, is sitting in the corner with a glass of malt beer 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 pushed the door open 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.
In the past, when he was Brooklyn's spirited young man, 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 Old Joseph's own words, he has a grudge against the carrier in his life, and once he comes into contact with it, he will be in bad luck.
In desperation, he had no choice but to switch careers and open a tavern to barely make ends meet.
However, since Luke became War Hero, the business of this pub has been booming, and many New York City citizens 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 War Hero!"
Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed it over.
"I wonder if Mr. Major General is used to drinking high-end red wine, can he 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 drank it in one breath and laughed.
Old Joseph nodded with satisfaction and filled the wine glass.
"How does it feel to be back at 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 on the chair, raised his head and said, "There is Jamie who had a fight. He is now a truck driver as he inherited his father's business. There is also uncle Frank who used to sell fruit on the street opposite. He gave Bucky a bag of bread for free. Everyone had a hard time at that time..."
"Yeah. Did you know? That guy Jamie often shows off to others, saying that he was beaten by Superman, and he is very proud of it."
Rogers took a sip of beer, with a look of nostalgia on his face.
"Luke, I have been dreaming these days. In the dream, you, me, and Bucky are running in the neighborhood of Brooklyn. There are no Captain America, Superman, and Sergeant Barnes."
"Then I jumped to the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff. In order to stop Red Skull, I boarded the plane transporting Valkyrie Missiles... I don't know why, but 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, Margie 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 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 your life. Pick up that shield, go to the battlefield again, and shuttle through the rain of bullets - such a tense life can make your heart beat violently and give you a real feeling of being alive."
"I very much agree with Howard's point of view. One of the greatest joys 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 Brooklyn's old house.
The walls were repainted, the 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.
Margie, who came to live together, said that this was just to pass the time out of boredom.
Rogers agrees with this.
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 S.H.I.E.L.D. because of Atlantis?"
Rogers asked.
The attack on two aircraft carriers and the Anna Maria Island tsunami made headlines.
In addition, being in the War Department, Captain America also heard some rumors.
"Not entirely. Rear Admiral 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 the battlefield, Steve?"
In a daze, Captain America remembered the action 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 - Invasion Team."
Luke said, two wine glasses collided, making a crisp sound.
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