[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The warrior who dared to throw stones at the 1.6-meter beast twitched his mouth: "Whatever you say...go out and have a drink and wait? I remember that your age is not what you look like."

liqueur?

Lindell refused very firmly, which seemed a little unreasonable.But Dugan didn't think there was anything wrong. This person always had this face: "Will you be assigned to work with the pilot later?"

"Ms. Carter said she wanted me to try out as many different classes as possible."

Lindell explained: "In order to find the most profitable practice."

"I have wanted to fly a plane since I was a child, and I also drove the one that sprayed pesticides on the farm when I was a child. Maybe I will have the opportunity to work together in the future."

Dugan sighed: "There is also a shortage of pilots now."

For this statement, Lindell responded with a sleepy attitude, which was proof that he had ears.

Howard Stark, as one of the arms dealers providing weapons to the U.S. military, is very interested in Lindell's situation. After all, there are not many opportunities to blindly strengthen the firepower of firearms without considering recoil and mobility. In the future, it might be his live advertisement.

It's a pity that Mr. Advertising is very unprofessional, and every time we meet, he exudes an atmosphere of "be patient because of politeness".

After a few awkward chats, Dugan found that the other party didn't answer at all. He lamented in his heart that it was really difficult for this person to communicate, and then hurried away. Fortunately, Lindell no longer occupied the training equipment, and moved the nap location to a nearby tree. .

The branches are extremely thin, and it is reasonable to say that there is no way to bear the weight of an adult, but he sleeps soundly on these thin branches.

As a means of slowing down the loss of mana, he has been getting more and more lethargic lately.New York is not a place with rich land veins, and the atmospheric magic is so thin that it seems that humans are climbing on snow-capped mountains. Lindell closed his eyes and entered power-saving mode, making up his mind not to eat dinner today.

The sun shines through the leaves and casts dappled shadows on the face of the fairy boy. If nothing else happens, he should be able to see the starry sky at night when he wakes up.The goblins living in the human world each have their own means of maintaining magic power. He also tried to draw power from the atmosphere and leylines, but it was a pity that he couldn't make ends meet.

The wait was longer than expected.

This feeling seemed to have passed for too long, until he was shaken off from the branch, and then he was caught lightly and put on the ground again.

The not-so-good-tempered goblin just punched backhand, but the fist was firmly intercepted in the middle.

"sorry to keep you waiting."

The big blond man smiled shyly, his face was still familiar, but it was different everywhere from the face down.

Lindell: "...?"

Has human science and technology been able to achieve seamless head replacement?

Now this guy was taller than both Bucky and Crowley, and his empty short-sleeved shirt was filled with muscles, and he could easily intercept his punches—even if the punches were not at their full strength.

He circled Steve around and around. Originally, the two of them were the last and second to last in the entire barracks, but now the other's body was directly taller, and even his shadow was bigger than him. Can be completely caged by the opponent's shadow.

The penultimate one glanced at him from head to toe with scrutiny, until he saw that the tip of the ear of the other party was red with embarrassment.

"Now when I go to the battlefield, I can match your speed."

Steve smiled: "Otherwise I'm really worried that you won't even listen to orders...and you must only want to act alone."

"It looks like your asthma is probably cured."

Lindell sighed: "Those humans are quite capable."

It was only later that Lindell learned that Steve had appeared in the newspapers on the first day of the successful serum experiment and successfully killed a Hydra member by himself, but that evening when they met him, they only talked about the future The vision of going to the battlefield together - at that time, many soldiers who went to the battlefield would have their names and photos printed on the butt of their rifles, symbolizing their care outside the battlefield, and all their connections would be life and death in the war.

"And you can also eat an extra self-heating lunch box for individual soldiers."

One of the costs of quadruple physical strength is a sharp increase in consumption, Lindell pushed his canned luncheon meat aside, and watched Steve take it skillfully: "Otherwise, there are not so many places to stuff supplies in infantry equipment. "

"Don't you eat? At least there's chocolate."

Steve found one from the ration compartment: "I remember you used to like it."

"...No."

Thinking about his precarious residual magic power, Lindell shook his head: "I don't think this brand tastes good."

Originally, Lindell thought they would set foot on the European continent like this, but the death of Dr. Erkins brought a series of changes.

"Hey, Rogers—just in time, Lindell is here."

Behind Steve came a few people striding forward, Ms. Carter in the front, and Stark, plus two men Lindell didn't know, with shiny medals pinned to their chests.

"We are going to England tomorrow, Lindell, the situation has changed, and now there is not so much time for you to test the weapons one by one."

Ms. Carter stared at the green-eyed goblin boy: "A special assault force needs your strength."

"We need an assault force against Hydra, and it happens that this guy's indicators are very suitable."

One of them explained: "And small-scale combat units don't emphasize teamwork so much, as long as the individual combat capabilities are good enough."

"Then I'll go too—"

"You stay in the lab."

Steve's words stopped abruptly.

"There can't be just one super soldier in this world."

The guy with the medals on his chest stretched out his hand and patted Steve on the shoulder: "After Dr. Erkins died, there must be someone who followed his development progress."

"But how about letting Lindell go to London alone—!"

Steve argues: "He didn't train with the army at all these days. He should only know how to use a few weapons by now!"

"It's enough to know these things. How to use the weapon, how far it can shoot, and how painful it will be when hit. I know this guy is not afraid of ordinary bullets, so I have let him memorize several powerful ones these days."

Stark took over Steve's words: "You may not be very clear, but he is not the only special soldier in the army, and some Indian wizards also serve in the army. In short, as long as it works, we will try any method. "

The blond soldier pursed his lips, his expression a little embarrassed, while Lindell asked, "Will the super soldier die after being shot?"

"Uh, I think so."

Howard shrugged: "Super soldiers are human too...and you know I'm an expert at that."

Lindell fell silent.

He wasn't an American citizen, but the magic issue would have to be resolved one day, at least he didn't intend to continue pestering Crowley to make him pluck feathers from his back.

"What did the Indian say earlier?"

Peggy asked quietly.

"They said that although goblins cannot communicate with human emotions, they are the most trustworthy creatures in the world, so as long as there is enough bait to persuade them to sign the oath, they will definitely do their best to complete the agreement."

Howard stared at those green eyes with interest: "What kind of conditions can make you fight for human beings?"

"Does he not need money?"

The officer behind Howard suggested something, but Peggy raised her hand to stop it.The female agent with exquisite makeup held his hand and said that as long as we can do something, we will try our best to put it on your balance.

Human beings with different thoughts surround him, and Lindell silently discerns the escaping emotions in the air, just like Merlin feeds on the stories created by humans, and he can theoretically draw food from these emotions.

But most of human emotions are still too thin, just like the fake flower ears with spoon cover as big as the tip of a fingernail that newly grow on the dead wood in the forest after the rain, or the little honey at the stamen, which can Eating it is not enough to satisfy one's hunger at all.

When dying, there should be enough despair and terror on the battlefield.Lindell remembered the day when Crowley picked him up. He used a feather to lure himself to pretend to be a human being for so many years, but he still couldn't understand why they tried to kill the same kind so efficiently.

Some goblins kill humans based on food and clothing issues—for example, Nixie, the water demon, hunts human blood and souls and converts them into magic power, but guns and guns are cold and mechanized.

He has seen how the Nazis treated the Jews in the video data sent back. The goblin with little knowledge was once shocked by the behaviors that humans can do. At that time, Steve was sitting beside him, and his shoulders were not broad enough. Trembling slightly, he said that one day he would end all this.

"Compared to the contract, it's better to keep it as it is now."

He let go: "I will go to England with you."

"It's fine, and I won't stay in the UK for a long time. After all, I have to take care of the business in the United States-you can follow me on the plane and go back and forth."

Howard Stark patted Lindell on the shoulder: "So happy to work together, Mr.elf."