American manga: I drew Superman in the Great Depression

"Oh well."

Seeing Scott's resolute attitude, Colin also released his hand on his shoulder.

"The strength is good."

After moving his free body again, Scott said unwillingly.

"In the past three years, I have been working hard to improve myself in prison, and you are the first existence that made me feel difficult."

As he spoke, Scott waved his fist, seemingly intending to use this method to prove that he was not as vulnerable as he had just seen.

In this regard, Colin didn't say much and just watched his performance quietly.

"Ahem..."

After a while, Scott, who felt a little embarrassed, coughed a few times, put away his fists, and changed the subject.

"Tell me, what is your purpose of looking for me?"

"You sure you want to be here."

Facing Scott's inquiry, Colin pointed to the ice cream machine behind him.

"Dale, please greet the guests for me. I have something to go out. Thank you."

After hearing Colin's reminder, Scott realized that the ice cream shop in front of him was indeed not a suitable place to talk, and said hello to his colleagues beside him.

Scott took Colin into Baskin-Robbins' bathroom.

Click——

He took a "under maintenance" sign and hung it at the bathroom door. Scott locked the door, took a deep breath, turned to look at Colin behind him, and asked.

"Now, can you tell me your purpose?"

"We need your help."

Facing Scott's inquiry, Colin immediately gave an answer.

"us?"

Hearing the description from Colin, Scott stretched out his hand to express his doubts: "I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean by us.

But if you want to ask for help, you must have come to the wrong person. I am just an ordinary employee of Baskin-Robbins. My daily job is just making ice cream. The only one who can help you, or you, is

When making smoothies, add a little more jam…”

It is easy to see from Scott's reaction that he does not want to participate in the help Colin said.

"Tell him that Dr. Hank Pym sent us to him."

At this moment, Nick's voice came from the miniature headphones under Colin's ears.

In fact, even if you don't use headphones, I can still hear what you say.

Colin said something silently in his heart, but on the surface, Colin still pretended to get the news from the earphones, and repeated it to Scott in front of him.

"Dr. Hank Pym sent us to you."

"..."

Scott suddenly fell silent when he heard the name appearing in Colin's mouth.

After a few seconds of silence, he raised his head and said to Colin in front of him: "What are you going to let me steal?"

…

Positive World, New York Grand Central Station.

Accompanied by the roar of the train, the latest ep-3 box-type electric locomotive manufactured by General Electric slowly slowed down and drove into the platform.

Roy Disney carried his suitcase and got off the motorcycle.

Entering the station hall from the train passage, Roy gently pressed the top hat on his head with his hand and lifted the suitcase in his hand to avoid the malicious palms in the crowd.

Coming out of the crowded train station, Roy breathed a sigh of relief.

He stopped a car with his hand, got in, and announced his destination to the driver on the driver's seat: "Second Avenue, 96th Street, Baibolan Publishing House."

…

New York, Courier Newspapers.

Harry Donnerfield took off his hat, revealing his receding hairline, took off his coat and hung it on the floor stand nearby. Looking at the busy people in the newspaper office, he said: "The second issue of "The Courier Comics" has been released more than the first issue.

What’s even more shocking is that many newsstands in New York City sold out the comics not long after they got the comics, and the deliveryman has already heard requests from more than one newsstand owner to rush the stock.”

The popularity of the second issue of "Messenger Comics" is obviously closely related to Colin's activities on the last page of the comic.

This, from within the Courier Press.

You can see something from the envelopes stacked as high as a hill in front of Little John and others.

In the past, although newspapers also received endless amounts of letters every day, they were still able to sort them out to some extent.

However, this time, the number of fan letters has increased by two or three times compared to the past.

It is said that letters from superhuman readers who participated in the event filled the deliveryman's truck directly.

For this reason, the deliveryman spent a lot of effort to deliver the cart full of letters to the newspaper office.

"Mr. Harry, you are finally here."

Poking his head out of the envelope, Little John looked at Harry who had arrived at the newspaper office, and a stiff smile appeared on his tired face.

He never thought that one day he would actually feel dizzy after reading letters from readers of Superman.

In particular, this time he not only needed to open the letters from readers, but also compiled them piece by piece and recorded the contents for Colin to select and serialize in the next issue of The Courier.

Comic winner.

Since early in the morning, Little John has already written fifty or sixty letters from readers, and this is just the tip of the iceberg among the letters piled up like a hill in front of him.

Looking at the piles of letters in front of Little John, Harry understood why Colin insisted on printing only 300,000 copies.

With the current staff of The Courier, there is simply no way they can handle more letters, and the publication date of the next issue of The Courier is just around the corner, so there is not much time for them to handle it.

Of course, they can also choose to ignore these letters and directly choose a few letters to deal with them through cheating.

But obviously, Colin did not intend to do this.

Thinking of this, uu Kanshu www.uukanshu.com Harry rolled up his sleeves, came to Little John, reached out and picked up a small pile of envelopes and said proactively: "How many are left that have not been processed?"

"After reading these, it's almost done."

Seeing Harry's initiative to help, Little John gave him a grateful expression.

Then he turned and glanced at Colin's desk not far away: "In fact, Mr. Colin is the one who works the hardest. The letters from readers on his desk are more than twice as many as mine."

Speaking of this, Little John's tone was both admiring and helpless.

The boss is better at work than the workers. Who can I ask to explain this?

Following Little John's words, Harry glanced in the direction of Colin and saw that on his desk, there were letters piled higher than Little John's hill in front of him.

However, when faced with the large amount of letters on the table, Colin acted particularly skillfully.

It was as if the mountain of letters in front of him didn't exist.