Chapter 75: End Of Vietnam War

Chapter 75: End Of Vietnam War

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"Stark Industries?"

It was outrageous. According to the CATSA act, no American company was allowed to sell weapons or technology to America's adversaries, including the USSR, China, Vietnam and all other communist nations.

"I guess he's going to have to answer some questions or face the hammer of justice. This is not the America of old where the rich and powerful never get punished." Hector muttered as he picked up the mortar shell.

Logan scoffed, noticing something strange, "Well, it seems they don't take you seriously. But, either Stark is smart or a fool. If he was selling weapons illegally, why do they have the company name? It's too easy to raise questions,"

"Unless he sold it to a third party first in order to bypass the CATSA. Let's go. We should deal with this war first." he disarmed the mortar and put it in his pocket for safekeeping. Now he had another reason to take over Hanoi peacefully, it was to make sure all the records were not damaged. Only then can he find traitors within American soil.

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Hector was in Saigon. A news came, he learnt that someone attempted to kill Kennedy, but he survived as he was not in a convertible. Hector wondered if it was Bucky. But why would Bucky be ordered to do this? After all, Kennedy had no power.

Forgetting that, he focused on his mission here. So far, about 200 soldiers have lost their lives in small skirmishes. Hector had never allowed them to invade yet.

"Sir... your letter, Lieutenant Dan from the post office sent it,"

Hector looked up, the voice felt familiar to him. And sure enough, the face was familiar, too. "You are?"

"Private Forrest Gump, Mr President General, sir." Forrest stood like a stick and screamed in reply.

~Who would have thought. The perfectionist OCD autistic hero is here too.~ he thought. "At ease, thank you for bringing the letter. Now you go back, tell Lieutenant Dan that you are to be relieved of your duty there and be assigned as my assistant right here. Okay?"

Forrest Gump stayed still and looked around just by moving the eyeballs. He was confused, why the heck would the President want this. "Have I made a mistake, M-Mr President General?"

"Just call me General when you see me in this dress. And no, you have not made any mistakes. I just like your spirit. Now go," he sent him off.

"Is he autistic?" Erik asked him.

Logan defended him for some reason, he probably had a soft spot for all those who can't defend themselves, "So what? He's still fighting for his country,"

"Woof!" Moony also barked, ~Same,~ he meant.

Hector chuckled, "Calm down you all. Forrest is a good, honest lad. He's just simple-minded and prone to be taken advantage of. That's why I called him here. I don't want to write a letter to his mother to inform her about his death."

His face turned sorrowful at that. It was his habit from World War. If there were a small number of fatalities then he would write all the letters himself, if there were too many then he'd sign them himself. This way, he had memorised the name of every soldier that has died under his presidency.

"Charles, is the map ready? The Air Force is waiting for the command,"

Raven handed him the map, "Red ones are the locations of all camps that do not have any civilians in them. All are Northern armies or full of Viet Cong. The green ones have civilians in them."

Hector didn't wait and walked to the hanger that based the Air Force commanders and their office. "Listen up, this is the map, the red ones are the targets. Sync your watches. We drop bombs on all of them at the same time at 10 AM. We have 3 hours until then, the jets are loaded and ready. Any questions?"

*SLAP*

A nice smack in the face and Le Duan sat down like a scared schoolboy who got his pants pulled down. "I am 100 years old, America is the strongest and the richest nation in the world. I am respected and loved around the world. Do not see my face, see the deal I am offering. If anything, this proves I have the magical powers to grant you your wish."

Le Duan stuttered, "W-what is the price?"

"Your compliance to follow my orders, turn the nation capitalistic. In return, you shall have my support as the President of Vietnam for as long as I am in this world." He proposed and put down a document on the table.

"Sign it with your blood and it will be done,"

Le Duan picked it to read, but Hector started tapping the table to make the man nervous. He didn't want him to read through the lines and learn that the words "I give my essence" meant he was giving up his soul.

"I-I... what if I don't accept?" he inquired.

*BAM* Hector slammed his fist, "Then you die, pipsqueak."

Wasting no time, Le Duan pricked his thumb on the pin attached to the paper and pressed it at the bottom of the paper. The document shined for a second and the deal was done.

"Now sign the instrument of surrender," he added in another paper.

In no time, soldiers with cameras entered and clicked photos. The war in Vietnam was over. Hector took a sigh of relief, the war cost America 1200 soldiers but it was a big win.

~This was probably my last war on Earth. *sigh* I'm getting bored of being the president now,~ he thought to himself.

1971, January 27th, the war in Vietnam ended. A war that was close to Hector's heart because this was where he lost his legs in his original world. If he had not become a cripple, he may not have met Satan and he'd not be here.

He wanted good for this small nation from the bottom of his heart. So, soldiers would remain as the nation was under his occupation now. The leader of the occupation was newly promoted Brigadier General Erik Lehnsherr. It was supposed to last for 5 years.

Hector, meanwhile, returned to America to prepare for his next election and to start looking for mutants to house in his new school/orphanage.

"Forrest, son, what do you think about the mutants?" he inquired. He had brought Forrest Gump with him on Air Force One. He liked talking to the boy because the thought process Forrest had was something that can keep rich and powerful grounded.

Forrest was happily eating ice cream since he does not drink, "My momma says they are sick folks, they need help. But... I think they aren't that sick. They ought to be smarter, more gifted than me, after all."

~This fucker, he knows he's mentally limited,~ Hector realised. He used to think Forrest didn't know he was different.

"You may not be the smartest, but are certainly hard-working. Well, let me tell you a story of a pathetic man who was crippled in a war just like the one we ended and how he became a god... or a demon..." Hector started.

[A/N: A new major Marvel character is incoming in the next chapter. HINT: 1977 and red.]

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