[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"That's different, even if you add him—"

Agent Carter followed Lindell and Steve all the way: "Rescuing a group of people who don't know what to do and killing all the living people in the field of vision are two fundamentally different levels of combat difficulty! What about the emergency treatment of the wounded? Evacuation What if they were suppressed by heavy firepower?"

"I know, so this time it's two people going together."

Steve didn't even raise his head: "Lindell can kill all the enemies like in the past, and leave the rest to me."

"you--"

Detective Carter felt that one day he would be pissed off by these two: "You don't even know what that place does! It's a test base for new weapons, and even Howard couldn't figure out what that weapon does. principle!"

"Mmmm!"

Howard came over suddenly and coughed: "So... I really want to know the specific principle."

"Even you fool around with the two of them?"

Carter's eyes widened: "You should know where that is better than us!"

"I'm also very clear that it would be a waste if the ICBM is only used to destroy strongholds without doing more work...Super soldiers acting in stage plays are an even bigger waste."

The dark-haired businessman raised his eyes: "And I happen to be a person who likes to maximize profits."

"You... well... okay."

Peggy Carter finally gave up: "All of you come with me, at least listen to the pre-war meeting... Maybe this can reduce the death rate of this reckless operation."

Steve's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he laughed: "Thank you very much."

After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and patted Lindell on the back. The latter hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Thank you."

"According to the existing intelligence, there is anti-aircraft fire coverage around that area, and it is difficult for planes to fly too close. The support we can provide here is very limited."

Peggy Carter planted a flag on the map sand table: "Pay attention to the priority of ensuring your own life safety, and the second mission goal is to search and rescue the soldiers in the facility."

"The third goal is to at least help me get their guns back."

Howard added.

"I understand."

Steve nodded, and memorized the surrounding topographical map: "Leave the third goal to Lindell, and I'm mainly thinking about saving people... Is it okay?"

"The most important thing is not to die in that kind of place!"

Peggy Carter couldn't take it anymore.

Only less than fifty of the 200 people came back, and most of them were seriously injured and could no longer go to the battlefield. She must be crazy to want two people—well, a reformed soldier and a goblin to break out .

But they still got on Stark's plane together.Lindell was still slanting his long-barreled gun without a scope, and looked at Steve with a complicated expression: "Do you have to hold that?"

He was referring to the kite-shaped shield with the American flag on it, painted stainless steel, barely covering most of his body.

"Well... I think this is pretty cool, don't you?"

The guy who was asked scratched his head in embarrassment and blushed suspiciously.

Apart from brief small talk, the voyage was mostly silent.

At the end of the flight, even Stark himself, as the pilot, began to lose his mind. He vowed to install an automatic flight control system on the plane in the future to cruise at a constant speed during such a long voyage. Time to cheer up again.

Most of the time, their heights were maintained outside the range of ground anti-aircraft artillery fire, and they began to decrease after reaching the predetermined location. It must be said that Stark was an excellent driver, and his level was as outstanding as his ability as an engineer.The plane deftly rolled over, dodging the anti-aircraft bombs passing by the wings, and even the few passengers in the plane who were not wearing seat belts rolled over like clothes in a washing machine.

"So you should fly safely—"

Howard complained in the cockpit.

"Wear a microphone for local area communication so that the two of you can communicate with each other. We will be on standby at a nearby Allied base."

Agent Carter still had a worried expression: "If the situation is not right, retreat immediately."

"receive."

Steve smiled and opened the safety valve on the cabin door.

They jumped off the plane one after the other.

No matter from which point of view, Steve can be called an excellent soldier.

He was even more like an experienced veteran than Lindell when he was on a mission for the first time - thanks to the honing and diligent knowledge accumulation in those training camps, he skillfully checked all the way before the 107th Division stayed here. The traces under the ground can be inferred from the combat situation at that time.

Lindell's footsteps were as light as a cat's, and he followed him silently without making a sound.The two successfully knocked out the guard, and Steve climbed onto the platform. After thinking about it, Lindell took out the dagger and swiped lightly at the back of the unlucky guy's neck.

Bitter, numbing, soul-tasting.

With a snap, the magic switch was turned on.

The field of vision quickly became clear and broad, the lake-green eyes turned into ginger-yellow vertical pupils, and the ears were thin and narrow, accommodating sounds with a wavelength range far beyond that of human beings.

"There are sounds of large equipment down here."

Lindell gestured to Steve: "Something is running slowly... most human souls respond in the direction of four o'clock, but there is no way to distinguish friend from foe."

He hesitated: "Allied soldiers and enemies have almost the same soul in my sense of smell."

"It doesn't matter, this information is enough."

Steve nodded: "Go save people first!"

The room where the prisoners were held was not heavily guarded. After finishing off a few guards, Lindell had already started thinking about taking one or two of the weapons.Steve scanned the cells one by one anxiously, but he didn't see his former friend.

"We are reinforcements."

Steve patted a person's face lightly. I don't know if it was his illusion. Some of these prisoners of war looked particularly depressed: "Is Sergeant James Barnes around here?"

"Barnes? I don't know... After many people were taken away from here, they never came back."

The other party replied in a trance, but Steve had no time to think about it.He rummaged through the guard's body, paused after seeing the fatal wound on his neck, and finally took out the key with a normal expression: "Can you still go? Take his weapon."

Fortunately, these people were well-trained soldiers, and they could join the battle with their weapons. Steve opened the cell doors one by one, and soon a large crowd gathered around him.

"Has anyone seen Barnes?"

Steve turned up the volume: "James Buchanan Barnes, did anyone see him?"

"James?"

One of them frowned: "He was next to me during the assault... He should have been taken to a lower level."

"I'm going down to find him."

Lindell didn't hesitate.

"It's useless! The people who were transported to the lower floors never came back!"

someone shouted.

Steve frowned: "Lindell, you take them out in a surprise attack, and I'll go to the lower floor to find Bucky."

The two were at a stalemate for a while, and the person who spoke at the beginning carefully identified the looks of the two of them—after all, Lindell’s underage face appeared in such a place, and it was really awkward—then said hesitantly: “Here is Just leave it to us, you guys go together."

He gritted his teeth and smiled: "He should have mentioned his friend to me What's your name?"

"Lindell... well, ICBM."

He said the more recognizable nickname.

"You'll find out later."

Steve raised his eyebrows: "I have to ask him personally if he has told others about my embarrassing things."

The two left a hurried background and went all the way down. The surface was just a base of an ordinary arsenal, and there were holes in the underground area.The spiral staircase could not be seen at a glance. They first ran down at full speed for a certain distance, and then Lindell slowed down, with some puzzled expressions on his face.

"what happened?"

"There's something wrong with the air..."

Lindell shook his nose to confirm, shook his head, and felt that it was his own illusion.

"Poison gas?"

Steve became nervous. If the poisonous gas leaks in this kind of place, the situation in the lower floors will only get worse... The blond American soldier repeatedly confirmed: "But there is no special feeling, is it a colorless and odorless gas? "

"No, it's not poisonous gas, it's more comfortable to say..."

The goblin with golden pupils hesitated to judge: "This is more suitable for my environment than the ground."

But that shouldn't be possible.The mystery belongs to the inner side of the world, and the outer side is handed over to human beings, which is the rule that this world has followed since the end of the Age of Gods.

Magic power is like radioactivity. It is difficult to detect when it does not reach a certain concentration or dose. Fortunately, this concentration will not have any impact on the human body. Steve took a deep breath and felt that his physical condition was not good enough. What's changed: "Anyway, let's go down first."

Lindell frowned and didn't answer, and walked in the front.The facilities on the lower floor looked like some kind of research institute, with iron gates lined up on both sides of the corridor, Steve checked them one by one, and finally found something abnormal in the back position.

He kicked open the metal door: "Bucky?!"

The person lying on the metal bed barely coughed a few times, his voice a little hoarse: "...Steve?"