[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

A military career isn't much to look forward to, Lindell thought.

It's just a physical education class for adults. Instead of the basketball that everyone is fighting for, it's replaced with an assault rifle. In addition, there are some content similar to obstacle crossing.Lindell is still the "bench player" in this new team. Occasionally, someone will question why there is a 1.6-meter baby face slacking off when they are sweating profusely, so with Ms. Carter's acquiescence, the goblin boy rolls up his sleeves He beat "Prickly Head" happily.

After that, no one challenged him again.

It's overdue, he thought, Aziraphale has never let him hurt others easily, but the army is different - the moment he raises his gun, he is naturally endowed with the legal right to kill human beings.

"But is that okay?"

Lindell asked, playing with the circlip of the assault rifle in his hand: "I'm not even human, but you let me follow here."

The small-scale identity exposure after the medical examination was expected, but what he did not expect was that this group of agents were so calm—they said that human beings are not completely ignorant of the mysterious events in this world, and their subordinates recruited agents all the year round. Consultant, responsible for docking special situations like his.

"But it's the first time I can see a goblin up close."

Carter observed the opponent's fingers: "No matter what the reason is, I'm glad you can fight for peace."

His original answer didn't satisfy Agent Carter, but it was a pass anyway.Lindell refused to intervene in the war as a goblin, so the military can only use him as a soldier with extraordinary physical fitness-in a sense, it coincides with the creation plan of this super soldier.

The information disclosed to the public today is that Lindell himself is a semi-successful case of this experiment, and has maintained his embarrassing height due to various reasons.Most of the soldiers are convinced of this kind of rhetoric. After all, no one can think of a guy who can do hundreds of pull-ups casually with one hand without undergoing body modification. As an insider who needs to keep it secret, Steve After listening to all kinds of messages, Husband could only laugh and cry-after all, if the truth is not seen with his own eyes, it is really hard to convince people.

Each of them received a set of two nameplates formed by metal stamping, with their own names and personal information engraved on them. Lindell's situation is a bit special. He has neither a surname nor a way to determine his blood type, so he just threw it away on the day he got it. Into the trash can.

"Hey, if you're like this—"

"There are as many ways to recognize me as alive, and I'm not going to die anyway."

The attitude of the other party was very frank: "They said that I would not have many opportunities to fight with conventional troops."

Of course Steve knew who "they" were referring to, and he was a little sad and envious, but he quickly adjusted his mentality: "If that's the case, why don't you leave yours to me?"

...?

The other party was stunned for a moment, looking at the trash can in the corner of the room: "Why?"

"Because, Lindell will live a long time, right? For things like war, Mr. Aziraphale said that they once served King Arthur and Morgan Le Fay respectively..."

It has been a very exaggerated time since King Arthur's knights of the round table, Steve stood up, reached out and picked up the shiny silver aluminum alloy plate from the trash can, dusted off the dust and put it in his trouser pocket: " In this way, when I become an old man, maybe I can show off to the children who listen to the stories, saying that I have seen a real goblin."

"You see, at that time they must think I'm telling some fairy tales...how interesting."

Lindell can't understand why Steve finds such a scene funny, just like he can't understand that the other party's sketchbook has so many drawings of his own goblin form.Unlike when he was first picked up by Crowley and the others, he is now very accustomed to pretending to be a human being. At most, he will be misunderstood as having a difficult personality-but Steve behaves like an amateur occultist Enthusiasts, or amateur illustrators among them.

... He really couldn't think of any more metaphors.

In the sketch, the blond boy raises the Garand semi-automatic rifle with one arm, closes one eye and aims at the target in the distance. No matter how heavy the gun is and how much recoil it has, it is nothing in the hands of the goblin. , the spearmanship of moving and shooting with one hand is very enviable; or he is standing on a tall tree branch and looking into the distance, half of his face is wrapped in a scarf, and only a little bit of the long and narrow ear tips are exposed.

Although Lindell's goblin looks similar to that of a human being, they are still different. Basically, no one in the same period could tell that Steve was a kid at heart. He even joked that after the war, he might be able to go to Be a cartoonist; Mr. Good-natured from Brooklyn never intends to hide or explain. The "Legend of King Arthur" that Aziraphale lent out at the beginning made it very clear that the relationship between goblins and humans There is a difference like a moat, human emotions and souls may be just a part of food in the eyes of some goblins.

They are sentient, similar to humans but different.

Steve ended up paying for the book and carrying it with him as part of his better-than-nothing luggage.

On the day Dr. Erkins came to make his rounds, Lindell happened to be away, and it was said that he had been called to test new weapons.His adaptability to assault rifles and Thompson submachine guns is quite good, but his shooting performance is not top-notch, at least not worthy of the powerful physical performance of non-human creatures.Lindell also once asked to change to a cold weapon to go to the battlefield, but was flatly rejected by Ms. Carter. He must find a good gun that can bring out his personal characteristics.

What happened later made everyone sigh in their hearts that fortunately this guy was not there, otherwise he would have put the fake grenade that Colonel Phillips used to scare people back into the opponent's mouth—this person has always been blind The elder has no military discipline at all, he can only listen to the words of a few people.

In short, when Lindell came back again, Steve had already passed the selection and became the first subject of the Super Soldier Project.

That night, Steve was so excited that he didn't fall asleep, he got up in the middle of the night and touched a bottle of wine from under the bed.Lindell's bed was next to his, but the man never refused to lie on the bed honestly, and finally found him on the roof, using a chilled wine bottle to touch the face that still looked a little open .

—This looks a bit like luring underage drinking, he thought, but maybe Lindell's real age is a circle older than him.

"Drink?"

Lindell took a sip from the glass bottle, then spat it out, and refused very resolutely, so Steve could only take it back, sighing regretfully: "Obviously Mr. Crowley likes it very much. "

"Perhaps fallen angels and goblins have different tastes."

Lindell didn't answer very seriously.

Their perception of the world is different.It is said that goblins rely on magic power to survive. The legendary goblin town of Avalon has an excessively high concentration of magic power. For humans, it is like being in a vacuum, and they will soon weaken and die.

This made Steve worry for a while whether Lindell, living in human society, would lack oxygen like a fish out of water. Later, he realized that he probably worried too much, and the goblin might be an amphibious creature.

So there's nothing wrong with Merlin breathing with his gills... off topic.

"Stark said that after participating in this program, asthma can be cured."

Lindell said suddenly: "Is what he said true?"

"Well, I hope so."

Steve couldn't help laughing: "You said you wanted to kidnap him before."

Upon hearing this, Lindell recalled the man with the mustache in his memory: "It's one of the more interesting human beings."

This tone is similar to describing "a painting looks a little nice", Steve reached out and rubbed the other person's hair: "Go back and rest, see you tomorrow."

"Good night."

The transformation plan of the super soldier is a secret among secrets. Of course, Lindell would not have the opportunity to watch on the spot.

He sat on the rotating frame used for pilot training and lost his mind as easily as sitting in a reclining chair. The 13-meter-high vertical wheeled ladder turned round and round, and the soldiers waiting for training in the back line were miserable, and no one really dared to call him down.

——Lindell will not become stronger because of participating in training, nor will his strength regress because of not training.No one in the army dared to underestimate the 1.6-meter short man, but no one except Steve dared to get too close to him.

Until finally a warrior threw a pebble at his position, which was caught by the blond goblin.

"Even if I know you're worried... come down and sit somewhere else."

He jumped down, as if there was nothing at a height of more than ten meters, and his movements were as light as a cat.Green eyes stared at the other party until the latter reluctantly raised his hands in surrender: "My name is Dugan, but I guess you didn't remember it... The name is a bit of a mouthful, so everyone calls me Dumdan Dugan."

"Dugan."

Lindell emphasized: "I'm not worried, I'm just waiting here."