"Tsk, Earthshield, I'm sour by this nickname, Steve!" Fisher, who was sweating profusely, withdrew his fist and quipped to the American team opposite him, who was also sweating profusely and had already wet his white linen vest.

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

At first, the American team was only used to running and punching sandbags in the morning, but after meeting Fisher, the morning exercise became a two-person race running, because everyone is not a normal person's physique, so now the morning exercise has become running boxing.

What surprised Steve was not only Fisher's strong physical fitness, but also those fighting skills that he had never seen before, which benefited the American team from the countless years of Paradise Island and Ares's accumulated fighting skills.

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is really too much publicity!" After a few gestures, both men stopped, came out of the gym and found a spot near the river to pick up a milkshake and sandwich.

"What, you're not happy to praise you?" Fisher took a bite of a large lobster sandwich and said vaguely.

"I'm no stranger to military propaganda, during World War II, I performed on stage a lot, raised funds for the front, and those activities were either to boost morale or praise achievements, but not to grab credit like now!"

"That's right, the only thing that can be regarded as a conscience in the United States is World War II, and now that the country has become like this, don't you feel distressed!"

It's good that Fisher didn't mention it, but as soon as he mentioned the issue of the national body, the captain's face turned gloomy, why didn't he die with the Red Skull in the first place, otherwise there would be no such bad things now!

"Then you don't mind?"

"Mind it, we have lost hundreds of brothers, they are old and young, from all over the world, how can we let S.H.I.E.L.D. wipe out their credit!" Fisher leaned back in his chair, thinking of the pilots who had died in outer space.

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

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

"Neither I nor Dr. Banner have it, Hawkeye and Natasha are still the same, flying all over the world all day long, but Coulson, Nick has arranged a capable team for him!"

"Oh! That's it! Fisher nodded, it seems that Nick Fury is really guarding against anyone, as for the team led by Coulson, it should be the stupid orange team, at this time, the stupid orange should still be the ignorant senior hacker, it is good that he was recruited by Coulson, Fisher has already decided, the next director of S.H.I.E.L.D. will let the stupid orange sit!

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

"But the ruins of New York haven't been cleared yet, and I'm still a volunteer at Stark's Disaster Management Agency!"

"Did he pay you?"

"No, just eat!" The American team shook his head, but according to his character, he didn't want to pay him even if he was paid, and the poor boy from Brooklyn volunteered to give the consortium boss 007, and this story sounds very sad!

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"Your lunch, honey!" After receiving a large sandwich with ham and a cup of hot tea, Adrian Tumes and his wife who were a head shorter kissed affectionately, then pushed the door open, as an American contractor, Tumbs lived a decent life in his own family, but he also had a team of good brothers, all of whom were old buddies who followed him, and each family was also dragged by the family, so the responsibility on his shoulders was also very large.

After the Battle of New York, looking at the ruins on the streets, Toombs felt like seeing a gold mine, so when the New York City government issued a series of recruitment plans to recruit private capital to participate in the cleanup of the ruins in New York, Toombs immediately signed up, and his good brothers are all professional teams.

After receiving a series of identification training and explosive ordnance disposal, Toombs took out a loan to buy a large amount of engineering equipment, and he was ready to go on a big job.

"Be careful, Zetari's energy core can't be irradiated, or it will be activated, I don't want to see you blown in two by this thing!" Reminding his men to be careful, Tumus walked to the schedule in his workshop.

"Well, the progress of this area we contracted is very fast! We're halfway there, and we'll get our first money as long as we clean up the rest of the treasures! ”

"Whew!" Hearing that the remuneration was within reach, the big men who worked were happy like children.

But the joy didn't last long, and at lunchtime, a team of sunglasses boys in suits and leather shoes swaggered into the construction site.

"Who are you in charge?" A middle-aged woman wearing a white hard hat asked proudly.

"It's me, what's the matter!" Tumus, who was pinching his half-eaten sandwich, chuckled inwardly, but walked over anyway.

After feeling the smell of sweat and engine oil mixed with the smell of the other party's body, the woman couldn't help but take a step back, but she still maintained a swaggering posture and said, "Your work will be suspended for a moment, I want to announce one thing!" ”

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

"Everyone, first of all, congratulations to all of you, you will now be employees of the Disaster Control Authority!"

The black suit that followed the woman immediately pulled out a stack of badges and handed them out to Tumus's men.

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

"But what about our equipment, our salaries, our work area?"

"The Bureau of Control will pay for this, your work area will be redivided, and you will need to pick up the engineering exoskeleton in the afternoon, we just want you to get the job 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 Toums, he was a villain who almost became one of Spider-Man's father-in-law years later, Vulture, because Stark's control bureau brutally drove him away, so he took his old brother to do the work of smuggling high-tech products.

But now, Stark, who was ridiculed by Fisher all day long as a patriotic capitalist and a people's entrepreneur, also knew the disadvantages of this problem, so when he set up the Control Bureau to deal with the ruins of New York, Stark deliberately asked if there was a small bag foreman to do this, and when he got an affirmative answer, Stark waved his hand, anyway, the current shelves of the Control Bureau are still very empty, so all these people will work for me, and by the way, I can solve some of the unemployed people in New York.

So the vulture has changed, from a private contractor to a government employee, and there are still five insurances and one housing fund, and Toombs also found that there are still many benefits of following a large group, such as now!

"Boss, boss!" A tall black man happily rushed into the room, and then showed the other workers resting inside the engineering exoskeleton he was wearing.

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

"Issued by the Control Bureau, each engineering team has four sets for heavy work, and they have also sent us a new work plan!" The black man pulled out a paper document.

"Ugh!" Seeing that the work area marked on the document was six times larger than the one he had contracted before, Toombs was dumbfounded.

"Boss, we've sent it!"

"Hair yarn, there are seventeen of us, this is three blocks, and we can't clean it up in a year!"

"What then? The mother-in-law in charge said that if she couldn't finish her work on time, she would spit out all the benefits of eating! ”

"!" 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 still know some workers? ”

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

"Call them and ask them to come over and help [Tomato.] Busy! ”

So the vulture changed jobs again, from a contract foreman to a second-hand dealer.

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