"Major General Cavill, what else do you have to add?"

After listening to a long speech, the president's head became a little swollen and he asked subconsciously.

He didn't expect Luke to be prepared so well, just like the candidate who prepared the answers in advance and filled out the questionnaire.

Especially for the future development of SHIELD, the plans formulated are more detailed and specific.

From the expansion of recruitment of personnel in various departments to the application requirements for annual fixed funding.

This made the chief of staff sitting on the sofa on the other side twitch and felt sad.

Poor budget committee, if you continue to flee like this, you will probably be bald.

"Then I'll say a few more words..."

Luke, who had originally planned to stop, said in surprise.

It seems that my thoughts did not make the president feel bored.

So he cleared his throat and turned on repeater mode.

I replaced some common statements with the proposal I mentioned before, and increased the budget, the amount of funds, the number of staff in each department, etc.

Then, I repeated it again.

When the long chanting ended, the president sitting opposite him and the generals on the sofa were already expressionless and their eyes were dull. During the second time, Luke specially exchanged for the essential skill card for conversation, Constantine's "Master of Fraud".

For everyone in the Oval Office, every word that popped out of Luke's mouth gathered into a bombing sound wave like a mental attack.

It was obviously worthless nonsense, but it was deeply imprinted into my mind, and it made people want to listen.

"This is a little bit of personal, immature view."

Luke used this sentence as the conclusion.

In the Oval Office, it was quiet for a moment

No one spoke, and even the breathing sound was very faint.

The president sitting opposite and the generals on the sofa were like clay sculptures, lifeless.

“This is a perfect solution.”

After a while, the President nodded in agreement with a bitter expression.

He really didn't want to accept another mental bombardment, and the rest of the people responded, fearing that Major General Cavill would continue to speak.

"Shield Depth will definitely not let down the President and the trust of all the generals."

Luke looked moved and gave a thumbs up for his language skills.

Those demands that sound very harsh, such as the director enjoys free work hours, generous salary subsidies, and the only authority to arbitrarily retrieve any information from the intelligence agencies under the Pentagon...etc.

All were successfully passed!

"Zhakang is really excellent."

Luke sighed.

Unfortunately, Constantine on the set next door has too metaphysical tricks, otherwise she could also get a sense of proficiency.

After all, mouth cannon is a necessary skill for every protagonist.

Here, nominated a certain yellow-haired man who wants to be a Naruto, a set of mouth-hiding techniques of love and justice, bondage and peace, which has defeated countless strong people at their feet.

"If nothing else is going to happen, today's meeting ends."

The president looked tired, and after listening to Luke's speech, he consumed most of his energy.

It's like facing four or five beautiful girls with hot bodies at one time. After having fun, I suddenly feel powerless and will not be able to see the beauty of my body.

The generals of the Pentagon also stood up one after another, as if they had been staying up all night, their eyes were red, and their feet staggeringly pushed the door and left.

They were all exhausted by Major General Cavill for the last bit of energy, and now the long and long speeches of the other party were still echoing in their minds.

"Next, it's time to find an old friend."

Luke, who achieved his goal, flew up to the sky and headed towards the next stop.

...

...

Brooklyn, Old Joseph Tavern.

Rogers, who returned to his ordinary life, sat in a corner seat with a glass of ale on the table.

He is waiting for a friend.

Arrange for lunch.

As a result, Luke released his dove.

Dingdang!

A crisp copper ringtone rang.

In the tavern where the closing and resting, someone pushed the door open and came in.

"Hey! Old Joseph, long time no see, you are still so tough!"

Luke, who walked into the tavern, greeted the old man standing behind the wine cabinet.

All are regular customers.

When he was a Brooklyn young man, he often helped Old Joseph look at the shop, clean the tables, and clean the sanitation to earn some pocket money.

The other party used to be a truck driver, but unfortunately he was not lucky. Every time he shipped the goods, he always encountered inexplicable accidents such as overturning, tire blowout, and shutting down the engine.

Not only that, even riding a bicycle will cause accidents, either hitting someone or being hit by someone.

In the words of Old Joseph, he has a grudge against Zai for the rest of his life, and once he comes into contact, he will be in great trouble.

In desperation, he had to switch careers and open a tavern, barely making a living.

However, since Luke became a war hero, the business of this tavern has been booming, and many New York citizens come here to check in.

"Luke, you little bastard! Tsk, you are all generals now. Frank may never have thought that his nephew could become a war hero!"

Old Joseph said with a smile, poured a glass of beer and handed over.

"I wonder if Mr. Major General is used to high-end red wine and can still accept Brooklyn's ale?"

Luke shrugged and picked up the square wine glass.

Ton ton! Ton ton!

"You can have another drink."

Luke laughed after drinking in one breath.

Old Joseph nodded with satisfaction and poured his glass full.

“How is it like going back to Brooklyn?”

Rogers asked with a smile when he saw Luke coming over to sit down with beer.

He has been in semi-retirement since the war ended.

"It's not bad. On the way to the tavern, I met several familiar faces."

Luke leaned on the chair and raised his head and said, "There is Jamie who has fought. Now he inherited his father's business and is a truck driver. And Uncle Frank, who used to sell fruit on the street opposite, gave Bucky a bag of bread for free. At that time, everyone had a hard time..."

"Yes. Do you know? That guy Jamie often shows off to people, saying that he had been beaten up by Superman, and he was complacent about it."

Rogers took a sip of beer and showed a look of remembrance on his face.

"Luke, I've been dreaming these days. In my dream, you and Bucky and three others ran in the Brooklyn neighborhood. There was no Captain America, Superman, and Sgt. Barnes."

"Later, I jumped to the battlefield. I saw Bucky fall off the cliff. In order to stop the Red Skeleton, I boarded the plane carrying the Valkyrie missile... I don't know why, you are not in this story."

"I fell into a cold place until a long time later, and someone woke me up. They said, the war was over."

"I live alone, without friends, without family, and I don't even have a destination to run forward."

Luke stared at the bubble-burning wine glass and smiled, "You speak like an old man in his seventies."

"Haha, Margaret said the same thing. Maybe I've experienced too much in the war and can't forget all those memories."

Rogers calmed down his sentimentality. He now received the military salary. He only needed to check in regularly every day and sat in the office with newspapers and read it all day long.

Occasionally, I will cooperate with the publicity work and accept interviews from the media.

When peace comes, the hero seems to be useless.

"Did you have the answer to the last question?"

Luke looked at Captain America opposite and whispered: "Captain America can't sit in the office and read newspapers all his life, pick up the shield, walk back to the battlefield, and shuttle through the bullets. This kind of tense life can make your heart beat violently and have a real feeling of being alive."

"I agree with Howard's point of view. One of the greatest joys of life lies in adventure! pursuing excitement! Being content with ordinary is the life that you should have after experiencing everything and taking it lightly."

Rogers was silent, living in his old Brooklyn house.

The walls were repainted, the sofas, large beds and other furniture were replaced with new ones, and the bedroom was covered with soft carpets... He did all these trivial things by himself.
To be continued...