[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The main battlefield in Europe, over Austria.

"Look, we're still in one team."

Dugan held the push rod of the engine throttle with one hand, and skillfully turned on various switches on the top control panel with the other hand: "Although there is no way to fight side by side, I still wish you good luck in advance."

"Just go to the place and put me down. I didn't realize you talked so much before."

Lindell was carrying a large-caliber sniper rifle. There was no scope or stabilizer on the barrel, and a second set of magazines was installed in the extra positions. The whole gun seemed to be half as tall as himself.

The order he received was to kill all creatures in the buildings within the target range regardless of the means.

"Then I'll wait for your good news."

Damm Duggan shrugged in the driver's seat. "Honestly, you're the grumpiest soldier I've ever met."

"Arrive at the designated position, descend to the predetermined range, and the bomb bay can be opened."

After Dugan reported on the intercom, he turned back: "When you come back, a helicopter will pick you up. Remember to stand at the marked position and wait for it to not run around."

As a result, the rear hatch was only halfway open, and the blond-haired goblin jumped down from the half-open gap.

Dugan: "..."

The plane turned around in the air and turned back.

The air quickly passed over the ear temples and hair, and in the process of falling, the human's semi-curved auricles became narrow and long, and the green irises gradually dilated in the eye sockets, and finally turned into golden vertical pupils.Lindell turned back and took out the first one from the pockets of the training uniform and detonated it on the spot, and the hypnotic gas quickly dispersed in the air.

Switching breathing to the form of magic power supply, and then absorbing human fear and souls as bait on the spot, the movements of the goblin boy are so fast that the naked eye is almost hard to keep up with, and even the sharp nails can become a sickle for harvesting life.

He ran in the corridor of the stronghold. Infrared induction lines belonged to visible light waves in the eyes of goblins. After avoiding the induction equipment with a series of gymnastic movements, Lindell kicked open the gate, holding the The light machine gun broke into the encirclement.

The terrain here is complex and dangerous, but as long as you close your eyes, the smell of fear emanating from the human soul will be as dazzling as lights in the dark.

"Looks like I can have a full meal today."

After uttering such an incomprehensible sentence, he raised the barrel of the gun against the tempered glass window. The target was almost one and a half kilometers away. It is almost impossible to snipe without a scope, but...

The power absorbed before was transformed into magic power, and the magic power was turned into the wind passing through the mountains.

Shanfeng modified the trajectory of the bullet, wedged into the temple of the target person at a complicated and treacherous angle.The opponent originally hid in the bunker of the fortifications, so he never thought that there would be bullets that could turn around and fall from the sky.

A bayonet made of special alloy was attached to the tip of the gun barrel. Lindell turned around beautifully in the air, and the tip of the knife provoked a person to turn back and block the bullets behind him. Half an hour later, the room full of bullet marks returned to silence.

The goblin with golden pupils took a deep breath in the room that was no longer responding to life, the feeling of the influx of mana and its rapid consumption was even addictive, if it weren't for the few days that Crowley and Aziraphale restrained him For years, he doubted whether he would always enjoy this feeling.

"Mission completed, there are no signs of human life activity within a radius of one kilometer."

He turned on the communicator, and as he spoke, his eyes, nails and ears gradually returned to their human form: "You can call the helicopter to pick me up."

"Not bad, today's efficiency is also very high... It's hard work, come back and rest."

An unfamiliar voice came from the other end of the communicator, and Lindell didn't bother to identify which leader it was: "The helicopter will arrive at the predetermined location in 15 minutes. You can move to the top of the building now."

Lindell turned off the communicator with a snap, which caused a burst of complaints from the headquarters dozens of kilometers away: "Won't he say he received or over before the call ended?"

"I think it's good if he is willing to answer your call."

Pilot Dugan, who has been keeping silent in the communication frequency band, couldn't help complaining. The background sound was the sound of propellers that gradually increased: "The operation code is ICBM, and it is entering the recovery stage."

IntercontinentalBallisticMissile, intercontinental missile, a future weapon that only exists in the imagination and has not yet come out, is currently used as the code name of the combat mission Lindell participates in.The specific form is very simple and rude, which is to drop Lindell beyond the height of the enemy's attacking firepower net, kill all enemies within the visible range, and then recycle it.

"That guy can't learn how to temporarily treat the wounded and liberate the prisoners. He doesn't have the habit of taking his teammates into consideration, and he can't carry out complex coordination. If he wants to maximize the benefits, he can only do so."

Someone muttered in a low voice, but was glared at by Agent Carter, and he pursed his mouth and fell silent again.

In fact, as long as you have really seen his methods on the battlefield, it is difficult to connect Lindell with the taciturn boy in the training camp who dozes off most of the time, even if human eyes cannot see clearly the magic power and From the flow of the soul, it can be judged that he is becoming more and more radiant because of the passing of the lives of the people around him.

Lindell grabbed the ladder lowered from the helicopter and was pulled up piece by piece.There were warm towels in the cabin, and the pilot Dugan pointed without looking back: "Wipe your face, wash your hands, and change your clothes after you get back. In the future, you will have a week of vacation. After the new combat plan is formulated, you will be able to take a break." Someone is coming to inform you."

He rubbed his face with the towel, and the white towel was soon stained with blood and dust.

"Is there a new newspaper? The battle report of the 107th Division is also acceptable."

"The intelligence of the Marine Corps is all on the seat, hey, I really don't plan to rest for a second..."

Dugan complained: "The other person's intelligence might as well go back and watch TV broadcasts or newspapers. In short, the news is everywhere. You can also listen to the radio when you go back."

"Ah."

Lindell nodded, read the battle report at a glance, leaned back on the chair and closed his eyes.

"Hey—you're going to sleep now? Don't you want to talk more? I heard that you should be very energetic after killing people..."

Dugan finally gave up communicating, listening to the sound of even breathing around him, in the end he still couldn't resist reaching out to fasten the seat belt on this guy.

Steve Rogers, or "Captain America," as Duggan calls it... has been pretty famous lately.

News about this person can be heard on TV or radio, and newspapers do not hesitate to use a whole page of front-page headlines to report related news.

Lindell's makeshift home has a neat stack of newspapers, topped by someone in a Stars and Stripes tights and holding a Stars and Stripes shield.

The blond goblin who returned from the battlefield took out new training uniforms from the closet, and threw the old clothes on the ground. Anyway, when he returned to this room next time, everything would be back to order—not even a single hair was left .

He knew that some scientists still hadn't given up their plan to study the goblin's secrets from these details, but this would never have any results. After leaving the body and losing the supply of magic power, both hair and nails would gradually disappear into the air forever. exist.

The clothes are a little too wide, and even if the sleeves and trousers are tied tightly, the limbs are still dangling back and forth in the fabric.It is said that the base destroyed this time was a very important stronghold, but Hydra's bases are dotted all over the European continent, even Lindell couldn't help complaining that it couldn't be killed at all.

And not every time is as smooth as today-Hydra seems to be groping for special weapons against goblins again and again, such as high-power ultrasonic waves, and high-frequency sound waves that cannot be heard by human ears appear deafening and noisy in his ears Make it impossible to discern any instructions.

What is certain is that both our side and the enemy's side have magicians involved in this war. There are rumors in the army that the Allied planes were shot down by special means, maybe it was the work of goblins.

"Lindel?"

There was a knock on the door outside the room: "You have a vacation next, right? I just happen to be going back, so I can take you with me."

"New York?"

Lindell went to answer the door.

"Brooklyn, my driver will deliver it to you directly."

Stark raised his eyebrows: "If you think about it, you won't want to go anywhere else."

"..."

As a result, Lindell looked up at him for a long time, making Howard scratch the back of his head a little embarrassedly: "What's the matter? Do you want to go somewhere else this time?"

"No."

The other party said: "Thank you."

"Oh my god, I'm getting goosebumps."

Howard Stark folded his arms exaggeratedly: "Who did you learn it from?"

He poked his head to look at the half-opened newspaper in the room - the blond young man smiled at the camera, it was the title page of the recruitment advertisement.

"thank you."