Marvel’s Superman

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

The White House, the Pentagon gang, take turns visiting every day.

The Red Square Conference has almost made clear the contradiction between the two superpowers and the future situation.

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

To be more precise, everyone is worried.

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

Luke didn't even think about being Dr. Manhattan, and in case Howard couldn't think of it, he regarded him as the biggest threat in the world.

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

And he went far away to Mars, completely lost his humanity...

How boring.

The Overwatch world line is destined to never happen in the Marvel Universe.

So, in order to avoid the harassment of politicians, but also to prepare the bachelor party for Captain America before marriage, Luke specially took Howard to Las Vegas for a tour.

They are sitting on a passenger plane bound for Nevada, and because of the constraints, they do not want to be killed.

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

That kind of corrupt and depraved extravagant life can only be achieved 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 businessmen, and then a group of Mormons came.

It was not until the railroad access of Union Pacific that it gradually prospered.

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

But just like the mining towns in the west, when the gold and silver mines are exhausted, the gold prospectors will leave and look for 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 that Las Vegas will become a paradise for the rich and a paradise for gamblers."

Luke said with a smile.

The casino plan he had considered before has long since been completed and is now in business.

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

Under Luke's behest, they neither competed with their compatriots for turf business, nor did they conflict with the Irish.

Cosa-Alessandro, a newcomer, took his brothers to a firm foothold in New York and only managed an underground casino business for a few blocks.

In Luke's words, "practice your hands first".

It is not easy to run a casino. From security to customer source, to chip exchange, capital flow, etc., you need to accumulate experience.

Most of the gangsters don't have any special skills.

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

Therefore, they are keen on smuggling and high-risk business like drug trafficking.

In a serious industry, there are thresholds.

Once a Wall Street stockbroker, his favorite clients were gangsters.

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

This is like the entertainment circle of the later dynasties, the most popular investor is the coal boss.

There is a very high similarity in nature between the two.

Later, there was an astonishing case. There was a daring liar who pretended to be Morgan Stanley's gold broker and played the heads of the five major families in Italy. Even the accountants specially hired by the Mafia didn't notice anything wrong.

In just half a month, the liar got nearly 1.5 million US dollars, and then slipped away.

Of course, the leaders of the five major families later issued a "wanted order", and they were more efficient and faster than the federal police, and they caught people four months later.

As for the end?

The liar was not dismembered, Shen He.

Instead, according to legal procedures, he was imprisoned in a local prison.

Two weeks later, died of anal fissure.

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

From white to black, from macho to pervert.

Each roommate has a special hobby that the strongman locks the man, and the man is added to the man.

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

In the end, overwhelmed, died of an anal fissure.

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

But when it comes to economic savvy and dealing with wealth, it's really not enough.

Luke didn't want Alessandro's gang to become "thugs" who depend on him and only do those illegal businesses.

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

Anyway, sooner or later, it will be washed ashore, so why not refuse to go to sea from the beginning to reduce the stains on the body.

Just like the phrase "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 beacon country of liberal democracy, the only thing worth investing in is probably gambling.

From the past to the present, the flesh business and the gambling business are two different things.

It has never been outdated and has always been a "hard demand" of human beings.

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

Howard pondered, at this time "Casino" has not spread all over the world.

Its name is only spread among a handful of rich circles, those bastards with money and nowhere to spend, who like to drive their lovers to Las Vilas in droves.

Saloons in New York, golf on horseback, can't satisfy them.

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

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

Howard, leaning on the plane seat, asked.

He had heard the legend of Superman assisting the Allied raid on Sicily.

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

"I was originally an Irish immigrant, and my uncle used to paint houses for Irish gangsters."

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

"How many votes is this? What a glittering investor? Howard, don't underestimate the gangsters, their era is not over until the end of the Cold War and the arrival of peace."

Even Kennedy Jr., who became president in the future, has a delicate relationship with Irish gangsters in his family.

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

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

While the Irish specialize in solidarity, they make political donations and political investments.

Their most successful, probably, is to send JFK Jr. to the White House.

It just didn't turn out well, the Kennedy brothers weren't as disciplined as their dad.

Pay attention to a fair transaction and exchange of interests.

After they came to power, they turned around to rectify the collusion between unions and gangs before they took their seats.

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

Howard looked at the gathering and scattered clouds, ended the topic of gangsters, and brought up another matter.

"Rogers is really planning to get married?"

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

Using a wedding to wake up the former good brother seems like a reliable plan on the surface.

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

Talking about this, Luke was in high spirits.

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On the other side, Las Vegas.

An old man wearing a half-top hat and leaning on a silver cane appeared in the barren desert.

Perhaps the sun was too hot and the temperature was too high, his figure was distorted.

"I smelled . . . enticing smells."

The old man twitched his nose and grinned.

It was like a hungry diners who saw a table full of sumptuous feasts.

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

The old man muttered and stepped forward.

The space seemed to shorten automatically, quickly disappearing into the desert.

"Insatiable greed, insatiable lust...it's more like hell than hell."