[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"...Are there none of the ground-to-air anti-aircraft guns left here? Anyone can come and tell him to shut up."

Bucky raised his forehead, he always felt that the direction of this conversation was getting more and more strange.

"Probably, all of them were blown up just now..."

Steve was stunned, and subconsciously replied, and then turned over suddenly, pushing the two of them to the ground.

The bomb exploded not far from them, and what greeted them next was a series of dense bullets.Bucky picked up an assault rifle discarded on the ground with his backhand and began to fight back. Lindell also put the long butt of the gun on his shoulder against his shoulder, and leaned on a tracked combat vehicle to pull the trigger.

The helicopter disappeared into the dark night.

The magic power in the air was exhausted by the detonation spell, accompanied by a series of artillery fire and rumbling underground explosions, the traces here were completely hidden.

Unlike the individual combat capabilities brought about by the Super Soldier Project, Steve is even better at combat command.The members of the 107th Division, who were originally stragglers, were quickly organized together and launched a counterattack against the remaining members of Hydra.

By the time the mighty members returned to the nearest Allied base, they had walked all night on foot.Most people looked a little embarrassed because of lack of physical strength, but their eyes were full of brilliance—the joy of being saved from a desperate situation overwhelmed everything else.

Ms. Carter frowned and stood at the front of the base: "I'm planning to issue two more MIA notices!"

"Where's the gun?"

Howard focused on something else: "Did the gun come back?"

"The energy box inside is empty."

Bucky threw him a gun: "I took it apart and checked it in advance, and there is nothing left."

Howard was obviously disappointed, but he still took the gun. This involved mysterious and scientific contacts, and no one else could help.A weapon with a depleted energy cartridge is better than nothing, and those key parts disappear without a trace, like the disappearing hairs in Lindell's room.

The best engineers in the United States frowned and discovered the key question: "Are these weapons related to magic power? Let ordinary humans trigger and use them?"

Lindell nodded: "Many of the old-style god-made military equipment are driven by magic power. This is a poor imitation."

But he quickly put this little episode behind him, and the next tasks came one after another. Steve planned to form an assault force. Selected from among the rescued comrades to fight against Schmidt and the Hydra led by him.

It seems that along with the injection of the serum, those things that were originally sealed in this body—firmness and persistence, leadership and sense of responsibility—began to evaporate little by little, and finally be seen by everyone.

The blond-haired goblin blinked, and suddenly felt that she might understand why Merlin always looked at humans.

Because it's really hard to look away.

There is nothing more joyful than being alive after a disaster. The tavern was crowded with people, and the soldiers raised their beer glasses to celebrate each other.Lindell was originally sitting in the distance with a full face of rejection, but was forced into the crowd by Steve and Bucky.

"This little brother is very powerful!"

Lindell felt that they were obviously drunk, otherwise they would never have the guts to hook up with a goblin like him: "James said he could still get your autograph for us?"

"You still remember!"

Bucky was obviously also a little drunk, his cheeks turned redder than usual: "Now do you still want Captain America's autograph..."

The Orthodox Christians not far away were speaking their native dialect, pouring wine into their mouths at the speed of drinking water; the Indian soldiers took out a tattered woven net the size of a palm from their arms, and said As long as you rely on this thing, you won't have nightmares during the night of continuous artillery fire.

"You can come to Seattle after the war is over, we have someone here who is very good at making dream catchers!"

He raised his thumb: "I'll give you one for each of you later!"

"Then I must live until the end of the war even for your weird little Wang, maybe my daughter will like this..."

The light and the golden water of the beer fluctuated and intertwined. Lindell was hugged, shoved and shaken by an unknown number of people. His people all pushed away.

In the end, it was Steve who picked up the guy who was squeezed by the drunks in the middle of the broken sofa and put him on the bar stool.

"how do you feel?"

he asked with a smile.

"Too crowded!"

Lindell didn't hesitate.

"...I mean the perception of the commandos, life now, and how to treat humans... and so on."

As if realizing that his topic was a bit broad, Steve added: "If there is anything that feels uncomfortable to mention, I will try to help as much as possible."

The attitude of the other party is sincere and enthusiastic, and no one can find a single fault.Lindell sat on a high stool to look at the pair of blue eyes. He thought for a while and asked: "Then can you stop dancing with that group of people? Every time you wait for the end of your performance It's a little tough."

Steve was taken aback for a moment, and then remembered the picture of Lindell wearing a wig with a lipstick mark on his face, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Want to increase the concentration of magic power in the whole world, return the earth to the natural environment of the age of gods or even earlier, and try to kill the vast majority of the population on the earth, and only let the selected human beings live... This is already Beyond the usual concept of anti-humanity.Ms. Carter and Colonel Phillips held battle meeting after meeting, and finally worked out a preliminary plan.

"We need someone to go undercover."

"Break into enemy lines and pass on information from within," she announced.

"How did you infiltrate? What the entire division failed to do by storm, and you want to rely on a man who doesn't carry a weapon... I'm afraid you can't imagine how they treat the captives who are used as labor."

Colonel Phillips disapproved all over his face: "General physical examination, starvation and forced heavy physical labor, maybe there are terrible human experiments. In this case, let alone intelligence, it will be very difficult as long as you survive."

"So we choose someone who doesn't need to eat."

Peggy Carter shrugged: "Physical strength far exceeds that of ordinary people. As long as there is sufficient 'fuel', it is difficult to feel tired, and there is a considerable degree of combat effectiveness without weapons... As for the human experiment, it is probably for the purpose of letting humans survive under high concentrations of magic power. Surviving the next test, I guess Lindell is a free nutritious meal."

"but--"

Colonel Phillips posed the most fatal key question.

"How can he pretend to be successfully captured?"

Steve also showed a worried expression: "He couldn't even pretend to be sick and skip class before..."

This guy's emotions are basically written on his face, and he is full of resistance to the things he doesn't like to eat and the activities he doesn't want to participate in. It's really hard to imagine that he can hold his nose and serve as a laborer under the hands of the Nazis.

"But there is no more suitable candidate, and Lindell cannot continue to carry out the mission of killing indiscriminately as an ICBM."

In the end, Peggy Carter made a final decision: "And anyway, he looks like a minor now, and it's normal for minors to make some outrageous expressions."

So this espionage plan, which was not very reliable from the beginning, was finalized in this way.

"From now on, your name is Lyndell Cohen."

Peggy Carter pinned a logo in the shape of a hexagram[1] on Lindell's chest: "Jewish, parents died in the bombing."

Lindell nodded.

"We'll send you to Poland, where you'll find a way to get caught as a Jew, there's credible information that they're going to take labor from the general population, and you need to be as close to their arsenal as possible, if there's a way , and then collect information related to human experiments.”

Ms. Carter pressed his shoulder: "The first requirement is to protect yourself, and the second is intelligence. We will provide you with a transmitter that continuously shows your location. There is a disposable The mayday button, which sends out a distress signal before self-destructing ... Stark will monitor that signal to provide support."

She took out a transmitter the size of a thumb with only one button on it: "The battery can last for a month. After a month, no matter where you are, please contact us as soon as possible."

"Then now comes the problem."

Howard snapped his fingers: "They will conduct a strict body inspection... How do you hide this transmitter? I have tried my best to make it as inconspicuous as possible while ensuring its function."

Bucky thought hard and suggested, "Eat... eat it?"

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General notes:

[1] The yellow hexagram was a symbol used by the Nazis to distinguish Jews during World War II.