Chapter 170: Forgotten or Remembered?

Chapter 170: Forgotten or Remembered?

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Angered, he questioned, "Cosplayer? Why would I cosplay as myself? What the hell did those fuckers in the congress did this time? Kid, who is the president?"

The officer looked at him dumbly, "Did you come from space? The president is Jack MacArthur, and the Vice President is Dick Cheney."

Hector closed his eye for a second to remember the name, "Hmm... JACK? That oil-loving son of a bitch? Youngest son of General MacArthur?"

All the officers nodded their heads. Indeed, they, too, thought the guy loved oil a bit too much. Nearly every speech of his had mention of oil in it.

"Oh no... I hope he didn't mess with things too much. Fine, we shall leave." Hector turned around and walked away. But after making sure they could not be seen with Jean's powers, he ordered, "Ravagers, go back to the ship and wait for me to clean this mess up. I don't know what happened, but they just turned my home into a museum about me."

"Pfft..."

"Hahaha... prez, you're dead in this world," Yondu joked.

Peter too, "How? Did they find your dead body?"

Jean was angry, "We must punish whoever did this to grandpa."

Hector laughed it off, "It's okay. I will head to the White House and whoop this new president's ass. You all wait on the ship. Moony, let's go."

"I wanna go too!"

"Me too,"

"I wouldn't mind,"

Peter, Jean and Diana got ready to walk with him. He didn't object to them either, "Fine. We will need to get the bus. Logan, you shouldn't come. I need someone to keep an eye on the clan. I repeat, do not be naughty."

After giving his warnings, he walked away to the bus stop. Though when they arrived at the stop, they saw the timings. Just one bus every two hours. It was horrendous timing, especially if this was a tourist destination.

"WOAH! Can I take a picture with you? Your costume looks so real,"

All of a sudden, a group of tourists ran up to him, most of them being old folks. Then another group rushed. They were from the country besides the land of the rising sun. They didn't ask and went straight up to take pictures while standing in front of him.

~Boy, scare them away~ he mentally told his son.

Knowing what to do. Moony went to a tourist, lifted his right leg and peed on him. This is how doggos show dominance. But after that, he started growling at them, "WOOF... GRRR..."

In no time, all tourists ran away. However, Hector was still out of options. So he walked to a tourist bus and spoke to the driver, "I will pay you a thousand dollars if you immediately drop us off at Constitution Avenue."

"Where is the money?" The man asked.

~Fuck, I got no dollars,~ Hector cursed, but he had something else, "Here, see this gold brick?"

Now that was enticing. The driver looked around, it was lunchtime, and the group he had brought was yet to go inside the museum. "Sure, get in. I will drop you off in a jiffy,"

Kennedy stopped in his tracks and was left behind. His jaw had dropped, and his eyes widened in shock. He started talking to himself, "P-President of two galaxies?... I can't even fathom the scale of this power. How strong is the US president in front of him now?"

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" However, Kennedy returned to reality as soon as he heard Hector cursing.

Hector was standing on the other side of the 17th street, beyond the World War II Memorial. Normally, one should be able to see the Washington Monument from here, but a new building stood in front of Hector, obstructing the view.

And the building itself was what made him curse. The building was bigger but similar to the shape and structure of the Lincoln Memorial. Though in this one, Hector's giant stone statue, 30 feet tall, was placed, sitting on a stone seat, donning his military coat. Beside the seat was also Moony's statue, resting on the ground.

And then his eyes fell on the stone wall behind the statue on which a few words were inscribed. He read them in silence and felt a bit conflicted.

Jean muttered it loud, "In this temple, as in the hearts of the people, for whom he saved the free world, the memory of Hector K. Washington is enshrined forever."

Kennedy caught up, "Ah, they made it after your alleged death,"

Hector merely sighed, "I don't know how to feel about this. Sorrowful? Or honoured?"

Diana patted his shoulder, "I'd say honoured. They don't know you're alive and tried their best to immortalise you in their memory."

Kennedy nodded strongly, "Lady, I don't know who you are, but you are right. Old man, you don't know the number of streets, buildings and monuments named after you. Heck, your face is on the Mount Rushmore National Memorial, just to the left of George's face."

"But the mountain was deemed unfit for further carving," Hector exclaimed.

Kennedy shrugged, "I know, but since you gave the land to Lakota people, the Natives decided to fund the project of reinforcing the mountain and then carve your face on it. So technically, it wasn't funded by the government. You should be proud, old man,"

A big smile formed on Hector's face. This was worth more to him than all government-funded memorials. "Indeed. If they were motivated to go this far to remember me, then it seems my policies helped them."

"BOW WOWOoo?" Moony sassily smacked his paw on Kennedy's ass and asked him something. The man by now knew about Moony's intelligence, so he treated him like another human.

"You're asking about your face?" Kennedy sighed. "Well, that's the thing. They wanted to carve your face beside the old man's, but the government had to intervene and stop them, as many believed it would anger the people, who'd think the natives tarnished the image of presidents by adding a dog."

Moony sadly made some squeaking noises and went beside Diana to get some head pats.

Kennedy felt like killing himself at that moment. The cuteness was unbearable, "Don't worry, they still made a giant 60-foot tall statue of you at the memorial park's entrance."

"WOFYYY?" ~REALLY?"~

In an instant, the good boy was happy. Hector sighed, his son was too gullible sometimes, compromising too quickly for little happiness.

"Great. Now let's go and smack the president."

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