Back in Washington, D.C., Luke didn't live a few quiet days.

The White House, the Pentagon's bunch, take turns visiting every day.

The Red Square meeting has almost made clear the contradictions between the two superpowers, as well as the situation in the future.

The whole world wants to know which side Superman is on.

More accurately, everyone is worried.

Will Superman become a "weapon" and be put on the battlefield.

Luke had no idea of being a Manhattan doctor, and if Howard couldn't think about it, he would see him as the biggest threat in the world.

Then he designed a series of conspiracies, and finally at the cost of nearly 8 million lives in New York, the United States and the Soviet Union ended the struggle for hegemony, and World War III broke out.

And he went away to Mars and completely lost his humanity......

That's boring.

The Watchmen world line is destined to be impossible in the Marvel Universe.

So, in order to avoid the harassment of politicians, and also to prepare Captain America for a bachelorette party before marriage, Luke specially took Howard to Las Vegas to collect style.

They were sitting on a passenger plane bound for Nevada, and due to the limited conditions, and they didn't want to be victimized.

The two did not call a bunch of flight attendants and did pole dancing in the first-class cabin.

That kind of corrupt and depraved extravagant life can only be done 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, discovered by Mexican merchants and followed by a group of Mormons.

It wasn't until the Union Pacific was connected by railroad that it flourished.

Later, it was the gold rush that prompted a large influx of people.

But as in the mining towns of the West, when the gold and silver mines run out, the gold diggers will leave in search of the next location.

"First of all, gambling is legal in Nevada."

"Secondly, the War Department has built a lot of military bases there so that I can radiate my influence."

"In the end, I believe Las Vegas will become a paradise for the rich, a paradise for gamblers."

Luke said with a smile.

The casino plan he had considered before had already been completed and entered into business.

Mafia who crossed the ocean from Sicily to the North American continent.

At Luke's behest, they did not compete with their countrymen for turf or business, nor did they contradict the Irish.

The newcomer Cossa Alessandro, after establishing himself in New York with his brothers, ran only a few blocks of underground casino business.

In Luke's words, it's "practice first".

It's not easy to run a casino, and you need to accumulate experience in everything from security to customer sources, to chip exchange, money flow, and so on.

Most of the gangsters don't have any skills.

In addition to using violence, there are not many people who know how to use their brains.

That's why they're keen on high-risk businesses like smuggling and drug trafficking.

Serious industries have thresholds where they are.

Once a Wall Street stockbroker, his favorite client was the gangster.

Because they give money happily and never ask about the financial situation of the account.

This is just like the entertainment industry of the Celestial Empire in the later generations, where the most popular investor is the coal boss.

Between the two, there is an extremely high degree of similarity in nature.

Later, there was an astonishing case in which a daring liar, disguised as Morgan Stanley's gold broker, played the heads of the five major Italian families around, and even the accountants specially hired by the mafia did not notice that something was wrong.

In just half a month, the scammer took out nearly $1.5 million, and then slipped away.

Of course, later the leaders of the five major families issued a "wanted warrant", and with greater efficiency and faster speed than the federal police, they were arrested four months later.

As for the end?

The liar was not dismembered and sunk.

Instead, he was imprisoned in a local prison in accordance with legal procedures.

Two weeks later, he died of anal fissures.

It is said that he has changed four "roommates".

From white to black, from hunk to perverted.

Every roommate has a special hobby of strongman locking men, men and men.

Scammers are like a tunnel through a volcano, being in and out every day.

In the end, overwhelmed, anal fissure and death.

This incident also reflects from the side that gangsters are very good at fighting hard.

But when it comes to economic acumen and dealing with wealth, it is not true.

Luke doesn't want Alexandro's gang to become "thugs" who are attached to him and will only do those illegal businesses.

The more stable the social environment, the less room there will be for the gangsters to survive.

Anyway, sooner or later, you have to wash your hands and go ashore, so why not refuse to go to the sea from the beginning to reduce the stain on your body.

Just as the saying "the way to make a fortune is written in the criminal law", businesses with huge profits are basically illegal or in a gray area.

In the lighthouse of liberal democracy, the only thing worth investing in is probably gambling.

From the past to the present, there are two kinds of skin and meat business, and gambling business.

It has never been outdated, and it has always been a "hard need" of human beings.

"A paradise for the rich...... I do have a lot of friends who are attracted to Las Vegas. ”

Howard thought for a moment, at this time, the "casino" had not yet spread all over the world.

Its name is only circulated among a small circle of wealthy people, who have money and have nowhere to spend it, and like to rush to Las Velas with their lovers in droves.

New York's salon receptions, horseback riding and golfing are no longer satisfying them.

Once the threshold of desire is raised, it is difficult to lower it again.

"It's just that you have something to do with the mafia?"

Howard, leaning back in his plane seat, asked.

He had heard the legendary story of Superman assisting the Allied forces in their raid on Sicily.

But the dignified lieutenant general should not and will not take the initiative to mix with the mafia.

"I'm an Irish immigrant, and my uncle has painted houses for Irish gangsters."

Luke shrugged his shoulders and turned his head to ask, "Do you know how influential the International Teamsters Union is?" Their chairman, Jimmy Hoffa, has more than two million registered members and eight billion pensions. ”

"How many votes is this? And what a glittering investor? Howard, don't underestimate the gangsters, their time is not over, unless the Cold War ends and peace comes. ”

Kennedy Jr., who later became president, had a delicate relationship with the Irish gangsters.

Many people say that Italians do business with black and white, and Irish fight and brawl and engage in politics.

It means that the mafia goes to sea first, and then goes ashore. From a gang boss to a business tycoon.

And the Irish specialize in solidarity unions, and make a lot of political donations, political investments.

Their most successful was probably to get Kennedy Jr. into the White House.

It's just that the results are not rosy, and the Kennedy brothers are not as disciplined as their father.

Pay attention to a fair transaction, interest exchange.

After they came to power, they turned around and rectified the problem of collusion between the trade unions and the gangsters before they could sit in the hot seat.

"That's right, Jimmy Hoffa has always been a man of the show."

Howard looked at the scattered clouds, ended the gangster conversation, and brought up another matter.

"Is Rogers really going to get married?"

Luke nodded, his unintentional words seemed to be listened to by Captain America.

Awakening the good brothers of yesteryear with a wedding seems like a reliable plan on the surface.

"Las Vegas, that's where Steve spent his bachelor night."

Luke was in high spirits when he talked about it.

……

……

On the other side, Las Vegas.

An old man in a bowler hat and a silver cane appeared in the desert.

Maybe it was because the sun was scorching and the temperature was too high, and his figure was distorted.

"I smell it...... Attractive smell. ”

The old man sniffled, a smile on his lips.

It's like a hungry diner seeing a table full of sumptuous wine.

"The last time I visited, there was nothing in this place."

The old man muttered and stepped forward.

The space seems to shrink automatically, quickly disappearing into the desert.

"Insatiable greed, insatiable lust...... It's worse than hell. ”