Luke, who returned to Washington D.C., did not live a quiet life for a few days.
White House, the Pentagon's group of people take turns visiting every day.
The Red Square meeting has almost made clear the contradictions between the two superpowers and the future situation.
The whole world wants to know whose side Superman is on.
To be more precise, everyone is worried.
Will Superman become a "weapon" and be dropped on the battlefield?
Luke never thought about being Dr. Manhattan. If Howard couldn't think of it, he would regard him as the biggest threat in the world.
Then he designed a series of conspiracies, and finally ended the struggle between the United States and the Soviet Union for hegemony at the cost of New York nearly eight million lives, and World War Three broke out.
And he traveled far away to Mars, completely losing his humanity...
That's so boring.
The Watchmen World line is destined to be impossible to happen in Marvel Universe.
Therefore, in order to avoid harassment from politicians and prepare Captain America for a bachelor party before getting married, Luke specially took Howard to Las Vegas to collect photos.
They were sitting on a passenger plane flying to Nevada, due to limited conditions and not wanting to be harmed.
The two did not invite a bunch of flight attendants to pole dance in the first class cabin.
That kind of corrupt and decadent luxurious life can only be achieved by Iron Man.
"Why would you want to open a hotel and casino in Las Vegas?"
Howard asked curiously.
Nevada is mostly a barren desert. It was discovered by a businessman from Mexico, and then a batch of Mormons came.
It was not until the Union Pacific railway was accessible that the place gradually prospered.
Later, it was the gold rush that prompted a large influx of people.
But like every mining town in the West, when the gold and silver mines were exhausted, the gold miners would leave and look for their next location.
"First of all, Nevada gambling is legal."
"Secondly, War Department has built many military bases there to facilitate my influence."
"In the end, I believe Las Vegas will become a paradise for the rich and a paradise for gamblers."
Luke said with a smile.
The casino plan he had considered before had already been completed and was in business.
Mafia people who traveled across the ocean from Sicily and came to North America.
Under the instruction of Luke, they neither competed with their compatriots for territorial business nor had any conflicts with the Irish people.
Cosa-Alessandro, who had just arrived, led their brothers to establish a foothold in New York, and only ran an underground casino business in a few blocks.
In the words of Luke, it means "practice your hands first."
It is not easy to run a casino. From security to customer sources, to chip exchange, fund circulation, etc., you need to accumulate experience.
Most of those who join gangs have no special skills.
In addition to using violence, not many people know how to use their brains.
Therefore, they are keen on high-risk businesses such as smuggling and drug trafficking.
Every serious industry has its own threshold.
Former Wall Street stock broker, his favorite clients were gangsters.
Because they give money readily and never ask about the financial situation of the account.
This is just like the Celestial Empire entertainment industry in later generations, where the most popular investor is the coal boss.
There are essentially very high similarities between the two.
Later, a shocking case occurred. There was a bold liar who pretended to be Morgan Stanley's top agent and tricked Italian Five Families's leader into a fool. Even the accountant specially hired by Mafia didn't notice anything was wrong.
In just half a month, the scammer made nearly $1.5 million and fled.
Of course, later the leaders of the five major families issued a "wanted order" and with greater efficiency and speed than Federal Police, they caught the person four months later.
As for the outcome?
The liar was not dismembered and sunk in the river.
Instead, he was sent to a local jail in accordance with legal procedures.
Two weeks later, he died of anal fissure.
It is said that he had four "roommates".
From white to black, from macho to pervert.
Each roommate has a special hobby of locking up men and adding men to men.
Scammers are like a tunnel through a volcano, they are driven in and out every day.
Finally, he was overwhelmed and died of anal fissure.
This incident also reflects from the side that gangsters are very good at fighting.
But when it comes to economic acumen and handling wealth, it is really not good.
Luke does not want people like Alessandro to become "thugs" who are dependent on him and only do illegal business.
The more stable the social environment, the less room for gangs to survive.
Anyway, sooner or later you have to clear your name and go ashore, why not refuse to go into the sea from the beginning to reduce the stains on your body.
Just like the saying "the ways to make a fortune are all written in the criminal law", businesses that involve huge profits are basically illegal or fall into a gray area.
In the free and democratic Beacon of Freedom, the only thing worth investing in is probably gambling.
From the past to the present, there are two types of flesh and blood business and gambling business.
It has never been out of date and has always been a "hard need" of mankind.
"A paradise for the rich... I do have many friends who are attracted by Las Vegas."
Howard thought thoughtfully. At this time, the "Casino City" had not yet spread throughout the world.
Its name is only circulated among a small circle of wealthy people, those bastards who have money and nowhere to spend it, and like to rush to Las Villas in droves with their lovers.
New York's salon receptions, horseback riding and golf games can no longer satisfy them.
Once the threshold of desire is raised, it is difficult to lower it again.
"It's just that you are related to Mafia?"
Howard, who was leaning on the airplane seat, asked.
He had heard the legendary story of Superman assisting the Allied forces in their assault on Sicily.
But the dignified Lieutenant General should not and cannot take the initiative to mix with Mafia.
"I was originally a Irish immigrant, and my uncle also painted a house for Irish Mob."
Luke shrugged, turned around and asked, "Do you know how influential International Truck Drivers Union is? Their chairman, Jimmy-Hoffa, has more than two million registered members and a pension of eight billion."
"How many votes are these? What kind of glittering investors are they? Howard, don't underestimate the gangs. Their era has not passed yet unless the Cold War ends and peace comes."
Even Little Kennedy, who later became president, and his family had a delicate relationship with Irish Mob.
Many people say that Italy people are gangsters and do business while Irish people fight and engage in politics.
It means that Mafia goes to the sea first and then goes ashore. Transformed from a gangster to a business tycoon.
The Irish people specialize in uniting trade unions and engaging in political donations and political investment.
Their most successful thing is probably sending Little Kennedy into White House.
But the result is not good, Kennedy brothers are not as disciplined as their father.
Pay attention to a fair transaction and exchange of interests.
After they came to power, they turned around and rectified the problem of collusion between labor unions and gangs before they had even secured their position.
"That's true, Jimmy-Hoffa has always been a man of the hour."
Howard looked at the gathering clouds, ended the topic of gangsters, and brought up another matter.
"Rogers is really planning to get married?"
Luke nodded, and his unintentional words seemed to be heard by Captain America.
Using a wedding to awaken the good brothers of the past seems like a reliable plan.
"Las Vegas is where Steve spends his bachelor night."
Talking about this, Luke was very excited.
On the other side, Las Vegas.
An old man wearing a half-top hat and holding a silver cane appeared in the desert.
Perhaps it was because of the harsh sunlight and the high temperature that his figure was distorted.
"I smell something... seductive."
The old man sniffed and grinned.
Like a hungry eater who sees a table full of sumptuous banquets.
"The last time I came here, there was nothing in this place."
The old man muttered and took steps.
The space seemed to shorten automatically and quickly disappeared into the desert.
"The insatiable greed, the insatiable selfish desires... It's simply more like hell than hell."