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Chapter 215 Roger's Superhero, Hydra Captain Steve

A few days later, thanks to the tireless efforts of Gwen, the working-class woman, Paradise Corporation and Water Corporation were finally established.

The establishment of Paradise Group was quiet and unnoticed, and New Yorkers forgot about it after just a glance.

Isn't it just a tech company?
You can find them everywhere on the street!

Stark Industries, Osborn Corporation, Hammer Industries...

New York City residents say they've seen it all before.

But Vought International is different; it has become a topic of conversation and has become a hot news topic in recent days.

On social media, the topic of Vought has become incredibly popular.

Netizens are arguing heatedly.

Some people remarked, "These days, there are so many superheroes. Now there are even superhero companies. Times have really changed."

Some people are worried: "This is terrible! How can superheroes who fight evil and promote good have companies? Are capitalists going to target superheroes?"

This comment garnered countless likes, and the comment section instantly exploded with heated replies: "That's right, from now on, superheroes will be at the mercy of capital, becoming henchmen of capitalists!"

However, some people countered: "This is just worrying unnecessarily. There are so many superheroes now, and famous superheroes all have fans, no different from idols. It's normal for them to be managed by companies."

Some people joked, "Maybe we'll see superheroes advertising in the future, like Spider-Man endorsing stockings. Just thinking about it is exciting."

Gwen scrolled through her phone, her face growing darker and darker, especially when she came across the post about her being asked to endorse stockings. She got so angry that she switched into keyboard warrior mode and started rantting.

Before he could even finish a few insults, his account was banned from speaking.

She angrily slammed her phone down and turned to glare at Roger, who was sitting on a beach chair nearby.
Roger was wearing sunglasses, leisurely basking in the sun, with a glass of bubbly iced drink beside him.

The two were not at the hamburger shop at that moment.

To reward Gwen for her hard work these past few days, Roger took her to a seaside villa for a vacation.

Gwen complained, "Boss, the whole world is talking about your Vought International right now."

"In the end, your company is just an empty shell, without even a superhero."

Roger took off his sunglasses, raised an eyebrow at her, and said, "Who said there aren't superheroes?"

"Aren't you, little spider, a ready-made advertisement?"

Gwen's eyes widened in disbelief as she asked, "Am I not just your secretary?"

"When did you become a superhero under the company's umbrella?"

Roger snorted coldly: "Steamed buns, you disagree?"

Gwen, hands on her hips, said, "Boss, you've been exploiting me every day, and now you want me to work for free?"

Roger casually took a sip of his drink: "I'll give you a raise."

"Once I get Tony here, I'll find a few more superheroes and see if I can put together a top-tier team."

"By the way, the name Avengers is also acceptable."

"Let's keep this name."

Gwen rolled her eyes: "What a corny name."

Then, she asked curiously, "Boss, aren't you the famous Superman? Why don't you personally promote yourself and reveal your identity like that playboy?"

Roger leaned back in his chair, shrugged, and said, "I'm the esteemed boss, what boss would personally carry bricks?"

"Now that the company is up and running, it's time to announce the signing of civilian superheroes and hold superhero auditions in various places."

"We'll do a live stream later, which will both make money and attract customers."

Gwen was somewhat skeptical: "Are there really people coming to participate in the selection?"

"Don't all civilian superheroes work alone, afraid of revealing their true identities?"

Gwen was once a superhero like that, so she has a lot of experience with it.

Roger smiled confidently: "Not all superheroes are like Tony, a rich man."

"There are plenty of poor superheroes out there."

“Especially those who are relatively unknown, they not only need money, but also urgently need an opportunity to become famous.”

"Besides, we can create some hype. The winner will receive Stark Industries' most advanced equipment and a co-branded Iron Man suit." Roger paused, then added, "With your Spider-Man endorsement, how can we not have a lot of people coming?"

Upon hearing this, Gwen couldn't help but laugh out loud, imagining the superhero audition scene that might appear in the future: "Okay, boss, I'll go prepare the announcement."

"But it's a deal, you can't go back on your word about the raise."

After saying that, Gwen made a face and rushed into the villa.

Roger suddenly realized something.

I almost forgot about Captain America.

I wonder if Captain America has been unfrozen?
If it were still lying in the ice, it would be perfect to catch it and use it as a living advertisement for the company.

Call him Captain Hydra, it'll definitely spark a buzz.

With the Battle of New York looming, Nick Fury, the "Haired Egg" director, was busy assembling the Avengers.

Of course, he's probably busy catching the mole within S.H.I.E.L.D. right now, so he doesn't have time to work on the Avengers.

However, according to the plot, the oil exploration team may have already discovered the wreckage of a strategic bomber that crashed during World War II in the Arctic ice.

Upon realizing this, Roger's eyes instantly shone with a pure white light, and his pupils disappeared.

Eye of Insight, activated.

Massive amounts of data flashed across my retina.

Roger read the information about Earth.

A moment later, he sat up abruptly: "Sure enough, Captain America is still an ice sculpture in the Arctic."

Roger stood up from his chair, and a wormhole appeared in front of him, from which a biting wind carrying snowflakes poured out.

The next second, he plunged into the wormhole and found himself in a world of ice and snow.

During the midnight sun, the snow underfoot reflects the sunlight, creating a dazzling white light.

Roger looked down and scanned the ground.

According to the information he read, Captain America was frozen under the ice beneath the snow.

At the same time, two silver wings made of dark silver appeared behind Roger.

Wherever the silver wings passed, the ice layer cracked smoothly like a hot knife cutting butter, and a block of ice, carrying a biting chill, shot into the sky.

Inside the ice cube, Captain America, dressed in his Stars and Stripes suit and clutching his vibranium shield, was fast asleep.

Roger leaned closer for a look.

still alive.

It's been frozen for seventy years and nothing's happened to it.

Science in the Marvel universe certainly doesn't respect martial ethics.

However, with Roger's skills, even if Captain America were frozen into a rotten piece of flesh, he could still be brought back to life.

Thawing is no big deal at all.

Just then, Roger glanced around.

Based on his senses, a team of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were scouting nearby.

Leading the group was none other than Captain America's number one fan, Phil Coulson, a top-notch worker at S.H.I.E.L.D.

It seems they've already discovered the wreckage of that strategic bomber and want to come and collect their idol's remains.

"You came at just the right time."

Roger smirked, making no move to greet him, and casually opened another wormhole.

He took the ice block that had frozen Captain America with him and left the Arctic without any intention of concealing the traces behind him.

"Once Coulson notices something amiss, Egghead will probably assume that Hydra beat him to it."

Roger couldn't help but laugh when he thought of Nick Fury's furious expression.

(End of this chapter)