It is also a product of the electoral culture of the United States. Supporting someone to become a state legislator, governor, or even a member of the House and Senate will reward the company or the tycoon at the political level if they succeed.

In Howard's view, what Mei Mumu did was to reinvest the wealth he got back from Europe.

After thinking about it, Howard nodded: "Actually, there is such a project that needs your funds, and I am personally involved in it. But before I tell you the details, I'll take you to meet with a councillor, and you'll have to sign a non-disclosure agreement. If you breach the confidentiality agreement, you will be court-martialed. ”

"Oh, that's an exaggeration?"

"You can still quit now. Howard shrugged.

"Well, as long as I can please the military, even if I lose a little money, I can accept it. "Umegi doesn't care on his face.

No one knew that this traverser, who had returned from 2016, was secretly revealing his sharp minions......

The undisciplined guy laughed in his heart: at this point in time in 1942, there was only one plan that could have anything to do with Howard, and the super mechanical inventor himself......

On this morning, in a recruiting office in New York, skinny Steve Rogers once again scribbled his birthplace and came to the recruiting office in an attempt to fool around.

It's just that this time it's not a matter of giving a 4F scum evaluation.

Just as the doctor examined Steve's body shirtless, suddenly, the doctor was called out.

Looking at the large sign on the wall that read, "Forgery of identity is illegal", Steve suddenly had an ominous premonition.

I often walk by the river, how can I not get my shoes wet.

The old driver who always says, "I won't be able to get in", will always kill one day.

In fact, Steve already had a hunch. People always have a fluke mentality. He always thought, "I'll report my place of origin, and those nerds in the recruiting office won't find me." Then he changed his nationality again and again to sign up for conscription.

Perhaps, this can also be said to be the little black history before Steve Rogers became Captain America.

It's not that the enlistment office can't find him, but it doesn't have time to deal with a waste wood boy.

When a tall gendarme opened the curtain and stood like a lighthouse at the only exit, Steve had only one song in his mind for himself, "Cool and Cool".

Finished Bird!

Is it detention?

Is it imprisonment?

Or sentencing?

Steve swallowed, he couldn't even imagine it.

This is wartime, and many rules and regulations can be used as a fart under urgent needs, or it can be a big fuss, stealing a can from the logistics department is sentenced to five or ten years in prison for stealing military supplies.

Steve, the lad panicked.

At this time, an old man with a very casual dress opened the curtain and came in. He smiled and nodded to the gendarmes: "Thank you, sir." ”

The gendarmes stood upright, saluted the old man with great respect, and then went out.

Steve was a little dazed - what was the origin of this old man.

The old man glanced at Steve, pouted, and looked up someone's black history: "Oh! You actually tried to enlist in the army in five cities with five places of origin, but each time you lost the medical examination. ”

Steve's face flushed on the spot, and he didn't know what words to use to answer: "I...... I...... I ......"

The old man suddenly asked, "Do you hate **?"

"......" Steve was stunned for a moment

The old man repeated it and asked in an extremely solemn tone, "Do you hate **?"

Steve finally shook his head: "I don't have any personal opinion about **. But I believe that defending the motherland is the duty and responsibility of every young American. I have no right to ask others to hide like a coward in the safety of the rear while others are fighting to the death on the front line. ”

"You don't see it as glory?"

"Glory is such a thing, it's too far away from an ordinary person like me. I just want to do my job. ”

"Duty? That's what interests me the most about you. Not to get rich for promotion, not to be forced to enlist in the army, not to mention brainwashed by frivolous propaganda, and with low physical fitness, but to join the army in five cities of his own will. The old man smiled: "Introduce yourself, I am Dr. Abraham Erskine, I think, I can give you a chance!"

Steve's eyes lit up when he heard this: "I just need one chance!"

Dr. Abraham said, "I need a volunteer to participate in a military experiment. But before you, hundreds of experimenters had died on the bench. Frankly, your chances of success are pretty slim. Even so, do you have to accept it?"

Steve pouted: "As long as I serve the country, there is no difference between dying under the bullet of ** and dying on the experimental bench." ”

Dr. Abraham was shocked, really shocked.

Unlike the thousands of soldiers he'd ever seen, Steve had a sparkle of soul he'd never seen before. That is not a patrioticism that is lip service, but a kind of real life and death, taking pride in the country, and duty as the top, which can be called the flash of a saint!

The doctor smiled brightly: "Either you are the second strongest sophist of the century after Hitler." Either you are a true saint. Well, lad, tell me your real name, and where you're from. ”

"Steve Rogers!" the future Captain America squinted his eyes and said in a proud tone, "I'm from Brooklyn!"

That's right! It's the dirty, chaotic Brooklyn that is looked down upon by the Wall Street elite!

The doctor was satisfied, he took a conscription medical form, and in the lower right corner of the medical form with the name Steve Rogers on it, he heavily stamped a large [1A] seal, which represents the highest level of physique in the U.S. Army recruitment, and then the doctor signed his name to show responsibility for the report.

Steve Rogers, finally got his wish to blend into the barracks, in a special capacity.

Soon, he appeared in the barracks wearing a brown military uniform.

A heroic female officer, with a firm but graceful step, walks towards a group of recruits, including Steve.

For Steve, it was more like a fateful encounter.

She has brownish-black wavy hair, a slightly square face, her facial features are not very delicate, but they are unusually clear, and with the flame-like lipstick, the red lips are even more sexy. It has the flavor of a Hollywood dance company dancer peculiar to the 40s.

But her vigorous pace, coupled with high heels, has a kind of fierceness that does not let women shave their eyebrows.

"Wow! If you're Hitler, I'll you. A rude GI teased.

Then, he saw a fist that was rapidly growing in his vision.

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