Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 73: 100

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[A/N: Wtf, my ape brotherhood. Stop using curses in comments, they get auto-deleted. I can't reply to you then. Don't take away my only opportunity of social interaction that comes once a day.]

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"I am Captain Vietnam," the man repeated, probably feeling insecure due to two men and a dog laughing at him.

Hector talked to him, "Son, why are you dressed like that? Did you get some sort of a super-soldier serum?"

"Serum? What's that? I eat rice and drink milk every day, my strength is god-given. Only I can beat America," the boy repeated. [A/N: No hard feelings for my Vietnamese ape friends.]

Just then, one of the men that Moony booty slammed not long ago woke up, his brows furrowed when he saw the man, "Oye, what are you doing here, lunatic? You were to clean the barracks,"

"Oh, so he's not some super-soldier, but instead a cosplayer?" Hector realised.

"What's a cosplayer? I've heard you say that to the Japanese many times," Logan inquired.

"It's when someone dresses up like someone else, often times a famous fictional character or celebrity. Forget it. What's your name, boy?" He asked Captain Vietnam.

But the man on the ground replied, "He's Ho Lee Fuk. He's the son of our commander, he wants to raise him as his legacy, but Ho Lee Fuk is not right in the head. Please go, I will take him back to the camp."

~Why is he being so nice? He just got defeated by a dog?~ Hector wondered. But who was he to ask? He just put a tracker device on them and let them go.

After that, they walked all the way to the American base, but in their way, they saw too many North Vietnamese soldiers. There were so many tunnels that there was no telling when they would come out from somewhere.

Hence, when he returned, he found Charles quickly. "I need you to map the entire country and mark the locations of enemies and neutrals on the map. Raven, child, you can help as well. You are going to travel with me secretly to the biggest base in North Vietnam. We are going to end Ho Chi Minh. The man is an old goat but he's the link keeping the Workers' Party of Vietnam peaceful. With his death, there will be many who will eye the position to become the leader.

"Meanwhile, Charles will map all their major bases and once we have their location, we shall launch a major airstrike at the same time, crippling them in one go. I will not use my own fist this time as there are no enemy tanks. Yes, there are Soviets planes that I will keep on shooting down secretly. Understood?" He ordered them.

"What about me?" Erik asked.

"You're a Colonel ranked officer, you don't go into conflict. And don't forget, people don't know about your powers, lead the troops here as you'd normally do." Hector advised him.

But he noticed the boy's eyes on his girlfriend, "Oh come on, son. I won't let anything happen to your girl. Don't worry."

"Woof..." Moony barked.

"You... you will play around with Logan. Your job is to map out the caves, how far they are spread, where they lead to, their entrances and the traps they have laid in the jungle. Be careful," he instructed them.

Moony and Logan looked at each other for a second, then bumped their paw and fist. The two had a bond of friendship that'd put Steve and Bucky to shame.

"Quick, quick, get to work." He clapped and pushed them around. However, the moment he went out of the enclosed hanger, he found himself surrounded by soldiers.

No, they didn't have guns, instead, they had big smiles on their faces. *PA!* Out of nowhere a dozen confetti were blown and the hundreds of men put on conical party hats on their heads. "HAPPY BIRTHDAY MR PRESIDENT!"

Howling and clapping, Moony, Logan, Erik, Raven and Charles also came out, singing the birthday song. Logan handed him a small birthday hat, "You've turned 100, old man... officially."

Soon, a few men rolled a trolley towards him, it had a giant blue cake on it, it was in the shape of a star and had 100 small white star-shaped candies on it. But then another giant trolley moved in, this one was a container, "Sir, this just flew in this morning. This box contains 15 million postcards, all from the citizens of the United States and some even from abroad, wishing you a Happy Birthday."

~Am I the oldest head of state of any country ever?~ he wondered and proceeded to cut the cake.

"Haha, thank you, my sons. And since you are recording it, I would like to thank every person in the world who wished me a happy birthday. May you all be blessed with a healthy and prosperous life."

Next, the first bite went to Moony, his boy. Then to Eric, his officially adopted son. Embarrassed, Logan also got one, the guy was officially on paper, 65 years old, and still his bodyguard.

It was a fun celebration at the base, a lot of beer was drunk and the meat was cooked. One cake was not enough so Hector had to organise a few hundred more. In short, all men and women ate and drank to their heart's content.

Back in the United States, a small ceremony was held to honour his years of service to the nation. In it, a few hundred men from the three military services and police marched in front of the White House while his historic speeches were being played on loudspeakers.

Such honour was never given to any politician in American history.

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But the war must go on. Hector headed out with Raven, who disguised herself as a Vietnamese soldier. Moony and Logan were with them but they were kilometres ahead, clearing out a route for them to head north unseen. Their destination was the capital of North Vietnam, Hanoi.

Along their way, they had to kill many northern soldiers. But they made sure to not harm the villagers. In fact, Hector showed an amazing act of goodwill. He would use satellite communication to talk with Charles so he can mind sweep the village. If there were any Viet Cong, Hector would kill them.

When the people are in terror, he brings stacks of rations, containing frozen canned meat, rice, wheat and spices in his Funhouse dimension. He would then explain to the people in simple Vietnamese why he is doing all this and that all that food is for them. He would assure them that once the war is over, none of them will have to starve.

Even if they didn't believe him now, they would remember him, and when in the future they and their children will see his photo on televisions or newspapers, they will immediately remember this incident, instantly feeling a sense of closeness and goodwill towards him.

It was a game of the mind, he was just good at playing it. You learn this after working in hell for too long.

"H-How did you do that, sir? How did you bring out all that food?" Raven was shocked beyond words.

He laughed and patted her head, "Child, there are a few things meant to be left unspoken. But in short, it's not the super-soldier serum that makes me special, and no, I'm not a gifted one. Maybe, one day I will tell you. After all, you'll be Erik's wife someday."

Raven's face blushed. But honestly, she was in the disguise of a Vietnamese soldier, it didn't look cute at all, instead, Hector felt goosebumps. He coughed, "Let's continue."

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"We've checked, no soldiers are hiding beyond this point. You go straight, you can easily enter the capital." Logan reported to him.

"Good job," he said, giving Logan a treat, which was a cigar, and Moony got giant thick beef jerky.

Logan scoffed, "Uh... I'm not a dog, you don't have to treat me,"

"It's Cuban,"

*TICK* "Should've said it before," Logan was already igniting his lighter. It was amazing how he had turned from being a mindless killer to a wholesome killer.

"You two head back to the base now. I and Raven will be returning soon too. Ho Chi Minh will die today at all costs." Hector dismissed them and continued on his journey.

"Raven, you take the shape of the Northern commander we killed on our way. Did you take all his identity cards?" He asked her.

She patted her pockets, "Yup, got everything. But what about you?"

"Don't worry, it'll be just fine," he shrugged.

A few moments later, both were seen walking down the city of Hanoi. Soldiers and guards were swarming the streets, but for some reason, they saluted both of them, Hector more than Raven.

"H-how?" she wondered, as she still saw a normal Hector.

"Some illusions are meant for a few eyes, Raven," he cryptically replied. While in reality, he was just using one of his abilities to create illusions. They can only work visibly, not physically like Raven's body morphing.

After a few minutes of walking, they arrived at the office of the Workers' Party of Vietnam. There were guards outside, but they also saluted Hector stiffly.

Without a single word spoken, they were allowed to enter the building. A lot more people saluted him or tried to talk to him. To that, Hector would just wave his hand with a serious face, sending the message he was not interested.

Raven was on the edge the whole time, preparing for an attack at any moment. She silently followed Hector entering the basement where a lift door was present. The guards for some reason looked confused there, but they saluted.

*TING* The lift came. Hector and Raven entered, pressed the button and it started going down. She took a heavy sigh of relief, "Ah... that was nerve-wracking. Why are they not attacking you, sir? What are you disguised as?"

He laughed and gave a one-word reply, "Ho Chi Minh."

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