Chapter 6: Gangster Killer, Truck Driver
The next day, early in the morning.
Luke got out of bed early, washed up, and went about his usual routine of becoming bald and stronger.
Push-ups, squats, sit-ups, sunbathing......
After a series of processes, the hands of the clock on the wall have slid to 8:20.
"Bucky should have all boarded the ship......"
Luke closed the door and prepared to go to Rogers.
They had planned to see off Bucky, but Sergeant James Barnes, who was heading to England, said he didn't want his friends to see his legs limp.
Last night, the whole of New York was probably under fire.
With a straight military uniform, plus a few rhetoric.
A young man with strong hormones can easily pick up a beautiful girl.
Perhaps, this is the welfare of serving the motherland.
"Luke, good morning!"
The owner of the flower shop downstairs looked enthusiastic and said loudly: "Frank is looking for you, his temper looks a little bad!" ”
"Got it! Thank you, Uncle Dale! ”
Luke stopped, changed direction, and walked towards Uncle Frank's house.
Probably yesterday's street gangsters, who ran to complain to their boss, and then through the Irish gangsters, it reached the ears of their uncles.
Ten minutes later, Luke expertly pulled the key from under the doormat and opened the door.
"Uncle Frank, I brought you Aunt Bertha's baked mushrooms and hash browns!"
Carrying a steaming breakfast, Luke walked into the living room and saw an old man with gray hair and a somewhat rickety waist.
Just from the appearance and figure, I can vaguely see a little bit of the shadow of being tough and strong when I was young.
"Luke! You annoying brat! ”
When the old man saw Luke, he angrily scolded, "Hobson, that sissy bastard, ran to complain to Mr. Hoffa again, saying that you beat his little brother!" ”
"Hobson even has to tell Mr. Hoffa about this kind of thing? Then why didn't he tell Mr. Hoffa that his mother had died while sitting on the toilet the other day? ”
Luke feigned consternation, and took out the plates and cutlery from the cupboard.
"Eat it while it's hot! The potato pancakes were specially filled with meat by Aunt Bertha! ”
The old man named "Frank" sat down at the table and said, "Don't try to buy me with this little thing!" Luke, you troublesome bastard, the Italian guy from last time...... Well, awesome taste! No matter how you eat, you won't get tired of it! ”
It turns out that no one can escape the law of true fragrance!
After Frank had eaten that breakfast, he never mentioned Hobson and his younger brother again.
He mentioned more about getting Luke into the burgeoning Irish gang.
"Mr. Hoffa thinks highly of you, that good idea to do business with the barracks allowed the gang to get some 'outcast' firearms! Those Italians, they haven't been arrogant lately! ”
Frank couldn't understand why his nephew would resist joining the gang.
The idle street gangsters in Brooklyn wish they could join the gang and become one of them.
At least then there will be no one to bully themselves anymore!
"Not interested! If I really want to mix gangsters, I might as well go back to school! ”
Luke made himself a cup of coffee and said lightly.
He knew that this was the most turbulent period in American history, as the newspaper said, "Violence is like a cherry sauce pie, an American specialty."
Since Prohibition, all sorts of gangs have sprung up.
At first, most of them were poor immigrants, such as the Irish and Italians.
Unlike the British and Germans, who brought large sums of money to develop North America, their so-called "immigrants" were just changing places and continuing to be low-level people.
Many people can't even afford to rent a house, so they can only do the hardest and most tiring work.
Groups of immigrants living in clusters of each other gradually formed slums.
This is how the "Hell's Kitchen" later became known in New York.
As one sociologist has said, poverty tends to breed nationalism.
Since the Irish and Italians, both Catholic themselves, were seen as "barbarians" who could not be assimilated in Christianity-dominated North America.
The ubiquitous exclusion and discrimination make life very difficult for these migrant groups.
Thus, in order to resist the exploitation of the foremen and the persecution of religion, the Irish and Italians spontaneously formed various violent groups.
This is the prototype of American gangsters!
At that time, gangs were just a group of poor people, and they were not taken seriously.
It wasn't until later that a special group of people called "city bosses" began to emerge.
They were the "profession" that emerged after the rise of industrial society, and their main role was to raise campaign funds for party candidates and buy votes – what later generations called "brokers".
As we all know, the United States is a nation of immigrants.
In the past, no one could afford to be a lowly and poor group of immigrants.
However, the "city bosses" were keenly aware of their value, and the gangs formed by the workers at the beginning gradually changed.
One accepts the protection of interest groups, and the other gives politicians a stable vote.
The two sides hit it off!
However, no one expected the subsequent development.
"Prohibition" provided gangs with a lot of wealth, coupled with the rise of labor unions, and the frequent occurrence of labor movements.
The monster of the gangster has finally torn open the cage of social law!
They have enough wealth in one hand and woo politicians through votes in the other.
and cooperate with trade unions to obtain legal status.
All of a sudden, it's developing rapidly!
Like Uncle Frank's Irish gang, they have a close relationship with the top of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, Mr. Jimmy Hoffa.
The union represented nearly a million truck drivers and warehouse workers, and at its peak it had a membership of 2.3 million.
It can be said that if you run for mayor or councillor, you can get the help of the union, which is no different from directly declaring victory.
Gangsters, trade unions, politicians, constitute a tight chain of interests.
"It's a pity that this glory didn't last long."
Luke thought silently.
It doesn't matter if it's Irish or Italian.
Their power was at its peak.
The former succeeded in electing John F. Kennedy president, and the latter was closely associated with the first director of the FBI, Edgar Hoover.
However, gangsters are only deformed products in times of social upheaval.
With the end of World War II, they inevitably went into decline.
Reduced to a tool in the hands of politicians and interest groups, it is difficult to have the glory of the past.
"There is no future for the Marvel world to be a gangster boss, even if he has the status of Jin Zhi!"
This was Luke's inner thoughts.
"What a bastard boy from Gao Luyuan! I won't ask you to join the gang, let you be a truck driver, and take my place in the future, you don't want to! Do you still want to be a war hero? ”
Seeing Luke's indifferent look, Frank became angry.
He had a good relationship with Mr. Jimmy Hoffa of the National Brotherhood of Truck Drivers, so he couldn't afford to clean the house, and after his retirement, he served as the honorary president of the first branch of the union.
Although it is only a name, I can receive a good salary every month.
If you say hello yourself, the gang and Mr. Hoffa should take good care of Luke.
"Uncle Frank, don't worry about that! Here, put on a blanket! ”
Luke didn't retort, grinning and put the thick blanket over Frank's legs.
If he follows Captain America and joins the Roaring Commando, maybe he can really get the honor of a war hero!
It's a pity that even if you become a hero, you are still a tool and a mascot in the hands of politicians and capitalists.
So, Luke had something else in mind.