[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

The ideal is beautiful, but the reality is still far away from Agent Lindell or illustrator Rogers.

The posters of Captain America are all over the streets and alleys, and there are even many surrounding stickers.The big blond man wearing a peaked cap walks through the streets of Brooklyn, surrounded by children holding national flags and stickers, chasing and whistling past, one playing Captain America and the other playing Hydra, which is very scary and embarrassing.

Coupled with the fact that Lindell stood on the side of the road watching with relish, the sense of shame increased exponentially.

Steve: "...or let's go back first."

A nearby bakery was selling muffins. Steve casually suggested that if he met Bucky next time, he could bring him some snacks. Lindell thought about the probability of meeting normal marines and the storage of snacks. Time, after thinking about it seriously, said that I could bring him two baguettes.

The food that can be eaten on the front line during the war is quite limited. Canned everything, chocolate and luncheon meat are basically the standard configuration. Considering the storage resistance and easy transportation, the whole bakery may really only have baguettes left.

Then they enjoyed the scene of Bucky jumping out of the trench and killing the enemy with a baguette, and walked happily to the base.

On the front line, Barnes sneezes violently.

"Are you okay?"

The person next to him asked him: "Do you have a cold?"

They all had a thick layer of leaves on their heads, lying in ambush in the tunnel. 300 meters away was a Hydra military factory, and they were so close that there was only one assault order left.

"It's fine, but I might be better off if you gave me my chocolate ration today."

Barnes replied.

"?? Why do you say such things without any sense of guilt?"

"Probably because I've been eating my friend's rations like this before."

"What kind of friend are you..."

"That ICBM."

Bucky said, "I can also get your autograph for you."

"!!! Dude, your cold joke today is really funny."

"I said it's not a joke... Be careful."

They have all gone through layers of camouflage, of course it is impossible to speak loudly, and there is an obvious breath in the conversation.This arsenal is a hidden stronghold of Hydra. Their task is to find out what is produced here as much as possible and suppress it with arms as much as possible.

"Ready? Then—"

New York, Temporary Operations Conference Room.

"We have reason to suspect that Hydra is developing a special method to target the super soldier program."

Ms. Carter turned over the information in her hand: "Including buying some goblins to be spies, and letting goblins destroy the Allied planes... Although there is no clear evidence for these, the Indian shamans on our side do feel special. Magic fluctuations."

"Aren't people in the Soviet Union 'doing this' planning to share intelligence?"

Someone asked: "Is the situation on the front there more severe?"

"There are similar information over there, but most of them are not accurate..."

Peggy shook her head: "Most of them are fortresses built on the mountain, and they have complete defenses and are difficult to break through."

The meeting was concentrated among a small group of people, Lindell and Steve were leaning on the sofa, the latter was listening attentively, and the former was breathing evenly against him.

Originally, neither of them was involved in this level of discussion, but once it was related to goblins and "super soldiers", Howard still insisted on letting the two of them participate in the meeting—maybe they would put forward some constructive suggestions from their own standpoint.

"We also have goblins here? How about letting him cooperate with the pilot to destroy the enemy's fighter jets?"

Someone suggested: "Anyway, he will do everything within his ability."

"It's an order of magnitude difference, and Lindell alone won't work."

Howard shook his head: "At the end of the day, we have to figure out why there are so many goblins on that side... Theoretically, it should be impossible for such creatures to intervene in human wars to such an extent."

"Maybe they are offered some good offer that is hard to refuse."

The person who proposed pointed to Lindell: "If that guy doesn't go to the battlefield, he will always look tired and can't eat enough? If Hydra can solve this..."

Everyone's expressions were very serious, and some people turned their heads slightly to look at Lindell: "From your point of view, what is the condition you can think of that most goblins can't refuse?"

The owner of the topic is sleeping.

Steve pushed Lindell's shoulder several times to wake up the goblin in power saving mode, and repeated the other party's question in a low voice.The sleepy-eyed guy didn't hesitate: "The magical power that can't be used up no matter what."

Seeing that everyone didn't understand what this meant, Lindell repeated it emphatically in words they could understand.

"To put it simply, the fear that cannot be absorbed, the life that cannot be killed, the soul that is always trembling, and the nourishment that is endless."

There is no need for him to elaborate on the simpler truth—human life is the cheapest and most basic part of this transaction.

"damn it!"

An officer with a mustache slammed his fist on the table: "Isn't this using human life as fuel!"

No one answered his words. Everyone knows that life is cheap in war, and the meeting ended in a gloomy mood. Howard originally planned to invite Steve and Lindell to have a meal. After listening in, he considered that this might be an extra Consumption, and dismissed the idea.

"As long as you sign the oath, you will definitely do your best to fulfill it...Is that so?"

He looked into Lindell's eyes with interest: "Are all goblins like this?"

"Only humans will break their promises. Although demons also like to tamper with the content of the contract, they will still follow the unquestionable content."

He remembered a wedding he attended a few years ago. Human beings are creatures that cannot use magic to restrain themselves, so they need God to witness—it's a pity that God doesn't bother to watch.

"Don't say that, it's prejudice."

Howard patted the top of his head, and his blond hair shook up and down: "It's not a human being without honesty and trustworthiness, just look at Rogers."

The big blond man who was shot by the topic innocently began to blush when he came into contact with the two people's scrutiny. Obviously, quadruple physical strength and special medicine could not prevent the blood in his body from rushing to his cheeks.

"I guess he hasn't even learned to lie."

"You don't even need a lie detector," Howard said.

"...Actually, a little bit."

Lindell recalls a time when he was the same height as him: "Bucky and I used to take turns skipping class saying, 'Steve has asthma and we're going to take him to the hospital.'"

Everyone was taken aback, and then burst into laughter.

After Lindell's vacation came to an end, there was news that a unit on the front line had lost contact as a whole.

It wasn't too soon for the Austrian battle report to reach the United States. After the escaped soldiers were sent back to the home base by the transport plane, the goblin's good eyesight allowed him to see clearly the crimson blood gradually oozing out from under the bandages, and the scribbled wounds. mutilation.

The heaviness and despair permeating the air are very keen in the goblin's perception. It is probably the difference from "the oxygen content of high-altitude snow-capped mountains" to the difference in ordinary plateau areas, but Lindell unexpectedly finds that he has no interest in absorbing magic power.The medical staff hurried past him carrying a stretcher, and Lindell briefly looked at a patient who was amputated below the knee. The emotions in the eyes of the other party were so complicated that he couldn't distinguish them, cloudy and strong.

The other party's lips moved, as if to say something to him, but after all, he lost his strength and fell on the stretcher.Lindell was completely unable to help with rescue-related content, and no one expected him to do anything. Soon, the wounded in the cabin were "loaded and unloaded".

In an instant, Lindell remembered another more important thing.

Steve's reaction was faster than him. He had rushed to Colonel Phillips before him: "How is the situation of the 107th Division? Do you have a list of those who died in battle? I want to know a person's name -"

"Sergeant Barnes? Unfortunately, I wrote his obituary today . . . I'm sorry, sir."

Steve was stunned, but Lindell immediately retorted: "He lied."

"what?"

"After the normal search and rescue fails, it will be temporarily confirmed as MIA (missing in battle). According to the process, it is impossible to issue an obituary so quickly. If KIA is confirmed, at least the silver-white metal plate can be seen."

Lindell said: "I need to know what the original combat objectives of the 107th Division were. The last time I saw their combat records, this team had not yet entered Austria."

"Oh my god, I thought you never took these classes."

Colonel Phillips muttered, "Can goblins listen to people while they're asleep?"

"I need to know the truth."

Steve pressed his hands on the table, the difference in size and height brought a silent sense of oppression, his blue eyes confronted Colonel Phillips, and after a long time, Agent Carter, who had been standing by the side, let go: "Even if you know It doesn't help, that kind of place..."

"No matter where it is, I will definitely go."

Steve glanced at Lindell quickly, and looked straight back again, without any hesitation on his face: "Humans have no mandatory agreement, but the three of us have agreed to end the war together."