Marvel: Mr. President

Chapter 83: Bullshitter Boss

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People waited for their president to speak again. "I remember my Grandfather telling me once about something George Washington said to him, he had said, "Son, if someday you become a politician and people try to kill you, then you are either stupid or doing something really good." Folks, you tell me, am I stupid or just good?"

He was bullshitting, he didn't even know about his family line. Originally George had no children, but here he was. His jape earned him rounds of laughter. "Officers, go to the national art gallery, you will find the body on the top floor."

"Anyway, I had another thing for you all. As tradition goes, I should say a poem, but I don't want to. In my place, Moony shall do it. As many of you may have known, he just became the Mayor of D.C., and I believe the good boy deserves some praise too." He addressed. In return, the people start awing as Moony walked towards the podium in his tailored suit that had no pants. He also had a cute hat on his head that seemed too small for him.

He put both his paws on the podium and barked, "Woof!"

"YEAAAAAA!" The crown went mad all of a sudden. At this point, if Moony had even farted they would cheer, a human's love for a dog was just like this, even more, if one was a big fluff of cuteness like Moony.

~I will protect you and help you. Please be kind to each other and don't hurt the kiddies or I will bite your butties.~ Moony barked on the mic. Of course, people thought it was mindless barking but Hector understood all of it, making him laugh at the last part.

After that, Hector helped Moony take his oath right there. This was the first mayor to take an oath with the president and by this time all the regulations can be ignored. A dog being the mayor was a situation nobody expected.

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After the oath was a nice dinner, he rarely held these so people waiting to participate were a lot, but not all got in.

There were no voices of revolt from the corridors of power in the United States as Hector controlled them by hook or crook. Still, there were a few businessmen and celebrity guests that indirectly showed their fear and frustration regarding the speech.

"If you are not them then you have nothing to fear," That is what he would say to all these people. But these words were enough to take away the sleep of many. Walmart was already destroyed with its market cap halving due to panic selling. A few more companies that were known to be monopolies among the bankers of Wall Street also faced some low turns.

Hector cared not for them though. After the small party, he went straight to his company. Sadly, Einstein had died 8 years ago at the age of 93. He worked on so many things for Hector's companies, heck there was an underground super security locker where all his concepts and secret plans were safely guarded. Not just him but many more scientists. A majority of them had died and were replaced now. Mostly by their brilliant kids and talented ones from around the world.

"So, what do you have for me? Is my spaceship ready?" He asked Alan Turing. The man was old now but not dead.

"It's impossible. You can never leave the Solar System with our current technology, forget the Galaxy. Even with the blue cube you provided, we just don't have the means to harness this power yet. Stark might, but he straight up refused to co-operate." Alan explained to him.

Hector became much less excited, "That's bad. Tell me, did you at least create the new engine?"

"Oh yes, that we did. We have tested it and it can go Mach 4. But the thing is, we only have the engine, we still lack the components to build a durable body for it, and to research each of these will take time. In normal conditions to reach this level of speed a nation would go through generations of fighters, but here we have an engine way too advanced for us." Alan said.

"Well, that's normal. As long as we have the engine we can keep researching and have an edge in the aerospace industry. Anything else you need to report?" Hector asked.

Out of nowhere, a man walked in, "That request would be from me, sir."

"Hmm, have I seen you somewhere? I feel like I have," Hector vocally wondered.

"I am Hank Pym, sir. I am the creator of a Pym particle that can shrink things in size. I work for the Shield and that brings me directly under you," Hank extended his hand. The man was as old as Howard but shorter in height.

"Should have said that before, boy. Let's have a seat and chat. What can I do for my employee?" He entertained.

Hank took out a file from his jacket and showed it, "This is a hypothesised plan made by Howard. It's for something called a reactor, based on principles of Fusion and the cube you have. I want to offer it to you."

This made him raise his brows, "Hmm, and do I take it that Howard does not know you are giving this to charity?"

Hank didn't match his eyes, "I-I... I just took it from the computer, it's national property,"

Hector looked through the file and gave it back, "This is useless for what I want to make. I'm afraid I'm limited by the technology of my time. Anyway, what do you want? You probably hoped to gain favour or something, right?"

"I want the US Military to start using my patents for transportation purposes," Hank said.

Hector tried to understand what the fuck this man even wanted. His hot wife was all fine in this reality, as the Cuban missile crisis didn't happen. "Hmm... are you doing this for money? Why?"

Hank nodded timidly, who wouldn't be timid in front of a 110-year-old man who could snap his neck like a twig. "I... I want to start my own company and leave Shield. I do not wish to work with Shield anymore, they tried to replicate my invention without asking me, this is a breach of trust."

*Facepalm* Hector was truly disappointed in Howard, "Where did I go wrong? Hank, my boy, I didn't even know this was happening. Howard hates me for stopping him from selling to America's enemies."

"That is why I am here, I know you are not a man who chases war. I know you want peace and didn't mean to use Pym Particle to wage wars. This is why I came to offer the reactor, as you seem to be interested in space." Pym replied.

~I'm not against war, I'm just against puny Earth wars.~ he thought, but it didn't need to be said out loud. "In that case, how about you sell me half the rights to your Pym Particle? This way, we will need each other's permission to use it on something?"

"No, I won't do that. I can never do that, it will limit my ability to work freely and my own invention will end up becoming a hostage. However, I can sell you a vial of Pym Particle each for 10 million dollars(33 million now). And you must sign that you will not use it to wage war." Hank requested. He was only going by the honour that Hector had, otherwise he'd sell it to nobody. After all, he too was one of those brainwashed by the Smart America radio programme.

"That's too much, we can't afford..." Alan Turing wanted to speak but got stopped.

"Deal, I want 5 vials from you." He requested.

Meanwhile, in Hector's mind, a devilish laugh was echoing, ~Hahaha, what a fool. Once I am in space with the level of technology out there it shall only take me a few clicks of buttons to replicate. That's what Thanos did. Truly, when a lamb comes to you on its own to be chopped, you don't deny it.~

Hank was happy to get 50 million dollars, which was enough to set up a state of the art lab for his company. He shook hands, "It's a pleasure doing business, Mr President. I will return with the vials and the contract. Have a good day,"

"Sir, that's too high of a price, how will you pay him?" Alan asked him.

Hector patted his shoulder, "Boy, you are just 68 right now, you get the right to speak when you turn 69. And besides, don't you want to see my new designs for the computers?"

"But sir, they are useless, you only show me what they look like and not what's in them," Alan said as he got dragged by Hector's arm on his shoulder.

"Kid, if I was that smart I wouldn't have made this company. There is a difference between being a revolutionary thinker and a scientist." Hector started to ramble about weird philosophy. To Alan, Hector was like a father who saved him when he was in trouble, who kept him free from the authorities for being homosexual. So he respected even his weird side.

"And what does that make a politician?" He inquired.

Hector blurted, "That makes them bullshitter,"

"Then you are?"

"Haha, I am the boss of all, the ultimate bullshitter. Now, let's stop this nonsense and eat some Chinese food today." He dragged him out of the company building, still in the lab coat.

"Then... all the things you say, are they bullshit?" Alan seemed serious while asking this.

Hector just laughed, "Maybe and maybe not. If I gave you an answer then I'd not be a bullshitter. Are you coming or not?"

"I am scared of motorbikes." Alan took a step back. The red motorbike Hector owned was his daily means of travel whenever he needed to move around Washington.

"Is that so? Then I will teach you how to ride one. Come here," Hector dragged him.

Alan, like a little kid, just sat down on the ground, thinking if he can't be dragged, there's no need to fear. But, shocking him, Hector just picked him up as if he was made of cotton, "There you go. Stop being a baby and learn to drive like a strong man. You fool aims to reach the sky with computers and can't ride a bike."

"Maybe we should start with a bicycle," Alan suggested.

Hector denied, "No can do, do you know how I learnt to fly planes? I DIDN'T. I just jumped in one and flew away to bump them into enemy aircraft. I still don't know how to land one. Hence, take it from me, all you've got to do is take a leap of faith."

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Alan's brain went black, "Haha... haha... he crashes the plane and calls it flying... I-I guess... I will die today... god, embrace me."

"HERE WE GOO!" Hector stretched his arm from the sidecar and accelerated. "Just steer the damn bike, son. You can do it,"

Slowly, they covered some distance. Alan started to grow some confidence and soon became confident, "Woah, this is so easy, it's... it's like controlling the cooling rods of the reactor."

"I have no idea what's that but yes, you're right. Now we will take the right turn." He instructed him.

"NO! NOT THAT RIGHT! GODDAMN! WATCH OUT!" Hector jumped out in motion as Alan didn't understand how to steer. There were people on the sidewalk who froze in terror.

But the old man appeared, jumping out of the motorbike itself and picking it up over his head like a toy. "Don't mind me, sorry for the trouble, children."

He put Alan back on the road, "You fool, nearly killed people."

Alan, though, felt more terrified after being lifted in the air, "W-What are you? How are you this strong?"

"You really want to know?" He turned to him with utmost seriousness.

Alan gulped, "Yes,"

He revealed his secret, "Then listen, 2 glasses of milk, 4 eggs, 1 kilo of meat, 100 kilometres of running, 10,000 push-ups, pull-ups and sit-ups every single day. Oh, one more thing, do not masturbate."

"WHAT?! I lost it after eggs"

"Yes, eat two and don't empty the two attached to you."

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