[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

William Stryker was pushed to the forefront for a series of 27 accusations of allegedly attacking mutant schools without authorization, suspected of conducting human experiments on mutants without authorization, and suspected of racial discrimination and crimes against humanity.

The entire Xavier School for Gifted Boys was bombed to pieces, and on the ruins stood a row of tearful children who were at most junior high school age. The principal was sitting in a wheelchair and squeezed among the children, no matter how miserable he looked.

The photo made the headlines of The New York Times, followed by pages of criticism and reflection.

Charles Xavier said at the right time that he would pay his own money to restore the building, and he must continue to open the school. If the parents really can't handle the relationship with the mutant children, they can also send them to the school. Come here yourself.

——Anyway, building on the ground is like building blocks, and there is a mage to repair it, so he is not afraid at all.

"Stark Industries also manufactures weapons, but it will never be involved in such activities. When those people accused me of treason, did you ever think about who they handed over the future of the United States?"

Howard stepped in under the spotlight and beat the dog in the water without hesitation: "Illegal human experimentation itself is a red line that should not be crossed. I really can't imagine that in today's world, there is still a place for people to be dignified..."

The task of destroying the remaining human experiment institutions was spontaneously handed over to Charles, and Eric Lanshere was released due to insufficient evidence.After leaving prison, he flew into the sky silently and left without saying a word about the practices of Xavier School for Gifted Boys-they maintained a delicate confrontational relationship between them, which was also part of this precarious peace.

This is the price he can accept.

At the same time, in the case of conclusive evidence of mutant human experiments, Stryker was sentenced to 350 years in prison. Not surprisingly, he should die of old age in prison-this process is full of contributions from Nick Fury and Colonel Phillips Pushing, but they did not go to the front desk in a tacit understanding.

…cut off a head and grow more.

Hydra's words are like the sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's heads. If you expose your position prematurely, it will only be excluded prematurely in future plans.

After this round of games between the two sides, the discussion about mutants became heated again, but fortunately, with the gradual expansion of information, some mutants in this world finally know that they still have two places to go— One is the position of Magneto, which is relatively independent and also rejects human beings, and the other is Xavier School for Genius Boys who wants to coexist peacefully and coexist with human beings.The feeling of always being at home is easy to make the heart feel at ease, and therefore, vicious social incidents are less than in the previous days.

——As for the fact that the giants of these two organizations are chatting secretly every day, this is another thing that only a handful of people know.

Regarding the destroyed surface buildings of the school, Ancient One sent a total of six Weissandi mages to repair them. The large buildings kept returning to their original places under the influence of magic power. The dazzling scene is really amazing.

"Superb technology!"

Charles sighed: "There are still such amazing things in this world."

"The mystics of Emperor Weishan guard the boundary between this world and the dark quadrant, guarding the world from another angle."

The mage who came this time was a man with a younger face, and the attitude of the other party was respectful. When facing this well-deserved leader of mutants, he seemed to respect him: "Since we inherited this power, It means more responsibility...Mr. Xavier, I am very honored to be able to help you."

"Oh?"

Charles looked at him curiously. For many reasons, as long as the other party didn't take the initiative to let go of the mental barrier, he couldn't actually read the voices of these mages: "You also know me?"

"When I was a student, I had a close friend who was a mutant."

The other party smiled shyly: "It's just not a mutant ability worth mentioning, and he has always been very inferior because of this, living incognito... If there are people like you, I think his life will definitely be better. Hope some."

"It will definitely be better."

Charles also nodded: "I assure you, sir."

The suspect in the assassination of President Kennedy was also quickly captured. It was a man named Oswald, whose personal information showed that he had served in the Marine Corps.But on the way to be transferred to prison, he was shot again in full view. This time he failed to show the characteristics of the bullet turning, but a series of shootings have proved the strangeness of the matter.

Before dying, the man confessed in pain, saying that he was just a scapegoat[1] and that the real murderer was someone else.

In this shooting case, Eric Lanshere had sufficient proof of his absence - at almost the same time that Oswald was shot, he was accepting a group of new mutant members, because his and Charles' organization now Countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, which instead became his evidence.

Cia dispatched a large number of people to investigate this matter, and SHIELD also dispatched a lot of agents, but the results are still not obvious.Lindell once wanted to get involved personally, but Peggy Carter stopped him in time: "You are one of our cards, Lindell, you have more time than everyone else, and these times will eventually Be your strength...after we all die, maybe we will have to rely on you to support a new generation of S.H.I.E.L.D. members.”

"Don't become the target of all your enemies too early."

Lindell remained silent. Although he was usually not very talkative, since the mutant incident happened, this long-haired goblin youth was much quieter than usual.Peggy's husband, Agent Daniel Sousa, tapped the shoulder of the fellow detective: "What's the matter? Are you still worried about Charles and the others?"

"……no."

Lindell hesitated for a moment, and said after some consideration: "I just think that at that time, he said that he wanted to end the war together... After the war is over, the current world should not be what they expected at the beginning. "

"..."

After a long time, Susa also nodded in agreement: "Yes, who would have thought that the end of the war would be like this."

In No. 19, when World War II ended, former President Kennedy's younger brother, Robert Kennedy, was elected as the U.S. Attorney General.

He was dedicated to opposing the Vietnam War and was the rare leader who openly took the side of the mutants.Lindell once looked up the personal information about this person out of curiosity. During the Cuban Missile Crisis, he was also one of the people who were committed to avoiding thermonuclear war. Olive Branch, who has been a driving force for the work progress of the Xavier Academy for Gifted Youngsters.

He has issued a very sharp attack on the policy of the United States on the Vietnam War, vowing to end the war as soon as possible.Three years later, and exactly as he had promised, the presidential candidate, Robert Kennedy, won elections in five of the six states.

"Goblins don't get votes."

Lindell leaned on the sofa: "It's such a pity."

"You are also interested in this kind of thing?"

Dugan stood against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth, holding a chocolate pie in one hand, and threw it in Lindell's direction, which was firmly caught in the palm of his hand: "I thought you were the kind of person who would always abstain— —Otherwise you can participate in this kind of activity dozens of times.”

"Of course I will abstain. Who wants to go out and line up under the summer sun."

Lindell listened to the chirping of cicadas outside the window, and the cold air sent by the air conditioner could not relieve the hot summer atmosphere.The screams of the cicadas were magnified countless times, and Lindell finally couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted out the window to shut up. These poor hemiptera insects seemed to be thrown away suddenly. It was like entering a refrigerator, and it became quiet in an instant.

The environment outside the window was so quiet for a moment that it didn't feel so summer-like. Lindell stretched his waist, opened the Egyptian literature in his hand again, and finally had the patience to continue.

"Uh, is that okay?"

Dugan looked out the window with some concern: "I mean, interfere with the natural laws of this world..."

"They call it that for courtship. I don't think there are so many cicadas in the United States that are occasionally single. It's not a problem, or you don't have a girlfriend yourself, and you still pay attention to these guys to see if they can find a mating | object."

Lindell turned a page of the book: "Besides, the cicadas are all deaf, and they sing so loudly that they don't even know what kind of trouble they bring to others."

Dugan: "..."

He was choked halfway by a sentence: "...don't raise the severity of the topic to the level of whether I have a girlfriend or not."

"But I heard that Howard is going to have a girlfriend."

Lindell rolled his eyes: "If you didn't participate in this strange plan of changing your body, at least you wouldn't lose to that bastard Howard."

"Only you can call him an asshole."

Dugan couldn't help laughing: "In the eyes of others, he is a well-known entrepreneur, a genius engineer, etc... Have you recently shifted your interest to Arabic?"

"Different languages ​​correspond to different cultures, and different regions have different magic foundations. Human magicians will use the most appropriate instructions to mobilize the power of the foundation, so if you want to understand the magic of that system, the most basic part It is to learn the language of this faction.”

Lindell shook the spine of the book in his hand at Dugan, "Each language family also has its own characteristics. For example, you can't imagine how many pronunciations the word 'camel' has in Arabic."

A male camel under ten months, a male under ten months old and born in the summer, a female camel six months old, a young female camel—God knows how they define young—all different words.

And according to the frequency of drinking water, the camels that drink water once a day, once every two days, and once every three days, and can drink water all the time, use different vocabulary.

"...Does understanding these have anything to do with learning spells?"

Dugan gave up after listening to the beginning.

"There are... and don't talk about the general use of Arabic. If you want to learn the corresponding magic system, you probably have to involve the scope of the old language."

"It seems that I will never be able to use spells in my life."

Dugan judged.

Lindell originally thought that his summer would be spent in three hundred arguments with the camel, but in the early hours of June [-], the day of the victory in the California presidential election, presidential candidate Robert Kennedy was attacked. Sniped and killed on the spot.

The murderer was quickly arrested and brought to justice. He was a somewhat deranged Palestinian youth. However, according to the investigation results of the detectives, at least ten bullet holes were found at the scene, far more than the opponent's left, wheeler, and gun with eight bullets. limit.

"Let me go to the scene, at least the scene where you just died can use spirit descending."

Lindell said: "In this case, maybe there is a glimmer of hope that the soul of the deceased can be summoned-of course, the soul itself no longer exists, but at least the projection left by the soul that once existed in this world can be summoned, in this case , should be able to..."

Or let him hypnotize the murderer.

Or, throw yourself into the mission of hunting down the real murderer.

"That's the fbi's job, not yours."

Peggy said, "Think about World War II... think about why you became an agent, Lindell."

"I'm afraid you'll have to go to Vietnam next--and possibly stay there for a long time."

As they expected, after the death of Robert Kennedy, the Vietnam War reached new heights.The Soviet Union actively intervened in the war, and the United States also stepped up its military investment. Military expenditures even reached nearly 150 billion US dollars, which was as high as 30.00% of the national defense expenditure at that time[-].

This is already a very irrational figure, and the wheels of war are turning again. This large-scale local war in Southeast Asia is drawing countless countries into the meat grinder.

"Should I kill the Slavs for the Americans this time?"

Lindell seemed very resistant: "I don't want to do this."

"It's not going there as a soldier this time."

Peggy shook her head: "Mass death, human souls... Someone wants to get these, you have to prevent the gate of Fairy Town from opening again, Lindell."

"It's not fighting for any country, but for mankind itself. You need to find out the branch of Hydra in Vietnam on the battlefield and destroy their plan. This time, as the S.H.I.E.L.D. side, it is easy to intervene easily It will lead to an escalation of international disputes, and the support we can provide you is also very limited."

Lindell nodded, now he is completely different from him in World War II, and the support of weapons and ammunition seems to be better than nothing: "Okay."

—someone wants war.

More war, bloodshed, sacrifice, death, consumption, and what else to rise from this sea of ​​corpses and blood.

If he didn't understand this until now, then all his years of understanding humans would be in vain.Howard Stark's position as an arms dealer is very difficult. On the one hand, he needs to complete the government's orders as required. On the other hand, he has several competing companies that are maliciously trying to expand the impact of this war.In a sense, a huge arms dealer can also influence policy and the situation of the war. As a well-known businessman who supplied a large amount of weapons for World War II, Howard's current situation seems to be a bit difficult.

"I can't cut off the supply because of this—if I don't provide it, other companies will do the same. At least in terms of quality, my products can keep our soldiers alive as much as possible."

They are riding on a high-speed train, and no one should think about jumping off the train halfway.Lindell packed his things silently—in fact, he didn’t have much to pack—he packed his bags and asked calmly, “Then I’m leaving now?”

"—No, you need one more thing."

At this time, Gu Yi suddenly stepped out of the sparkling portal. She stared at Lindell, and took out a strange and thick round shield from the portal: "It was originally a weapon made by goblin craftsmen in the age of gods. Our alchemists here have spent a lot of effort to imitate disposable items. Humans have limited effects, and it is probably more useful in your hands."

"...I'm more used to guns."

Lindell took half a step back subconsciously: "Or give me a dagger, do you have a dagger with the ability to cut?"

He observed Gu Yi's expression and gave in again: "Otherwise the sword is fine."

"—Anyway, it's just a shield, isn't it?"

Gu Yi asked.

"I always feel that it is more efficient without guns and swords."

"Even if you recognize what it is at a glance?"

Gu Yi looked at him meaningfully: "I thought you, as a goblin, would be familiar with this technique."

"Alright, although I don't know when Lindell made so many strange friends, please don't embarrass him like this."

Howard coughed: "I can be regarded as a person who has made a good shield, and I will not lack him in equipment support."

"Is this the result of your observation of the future? Do you think it would be better for me to use this?"

Lindell looked at Gu Yi.

"I can only say that this is more suitable for you."

After being ignored once, Howard, the most well-known arms dealer in New York, intervened in the conversation again: "So what the hell is this? With all due respect, it may lack aesthetic meaning—maybe I can respray it Paint once, change to another color."

This shield really didn't look special, it was more than two circles larger than the one he made by himself, it was inconvenient to hide, and it looked quite heavy, using it with the strength of an ordinary human was like wielding a huge cast iron pot.

"It's very rare for an imitation product to achieve this level, and the real product itself has a similar appearance."

An ancient shield was handed over to Lindell, who held it as if holding a satellite dish pot: "This is a replica of the weapon used by the great Greek hero Achilles. Of course, there are also rumors that the god-made armor made by Stoss is a fairy product, and as a legend, it is no longer testable..."

She looked at Lindell and said softly, "The name is, the small world surrounded by the sky (achillesos)."

Author has something to say: General note:

[1] Scapegoat: from historical records.

An apology:

In the previous chapter, due to the lack of detailed information on the Internet, I misquoted the netizen’s jokes as Kennedy’s original words, which have been revised and corrected as soon as possible (within 40 minutes of posting). I am sorry to cause trouble to everyone. We will try our best to confirm the authenticity of the information in the future.

Do not confuse article content with actual history.