[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

Soon, the identity of a businessman named "Lindell Stark" was freshly fabricated.

"If you use the surname Carter again, you should change your identity if you haven't changed your appearance for so many years. Even if you don't appear in public very often, it is easy to make people suspicious."

Howard said: "The new identity is also more convenient for you to enter Vietnam. It is really normal for arms dealers to appear in war zones."

Lindell also thinks it is reliable: "Does the appearance need to be changed? At least I look like now..."

He observed his own reflection on the glass window and commented: "Not 'Stark' at all."

"Can you adjust?"

Howard was a little curious: "Your appearance hasn't changed at all these years."

"Fantasy species, natural elves, some goblins and other bodies made of real ether can theoretically be adjusted to any shape they want, but large-scale shape interference is more troublesome, so they usually choose a habitual form to fix it. "

Lindell explained: "As long as the magic power is enough, it can be refilled if it is damaged. From my current situation, 'maintaining its own existence' is already a negligible loss."

"Hey, that sounds really loud!"

Howard is eccentric: "It doesn't look like I was reluctant to eat chocolate when I was a child."

Lindell ignored the provocation. He blinked against the glass, his pupils turned blue, and then his long blond hair was dyed black. The process was like a special effects rendering done in a computer. Finally, he stared at Howard's nose After looking at the mustache below for a long time, he gave up adding this feature to himself.

"It looks more like that."

Lindell looked at his results with satisfaction, "In fact, it is possible to make the bone structure closer, but that process is very cumbersome, and it is better to make some simple adjustments to save trouble."

But other onlookers don't think so.

"I think you should change back."

Dugan, who had just returned from a mission, suggested.

"I feel so too……"

Someone whispered, "This face that I've seen for more than 20 years has suddenly changed, and it's still quite a shock to people."

Staring at the black-haired Lindell, he glanced over, indicating that each of you has changed.

"But this is different!"

This time, Howard retorted confidently: "After all, the last time you changed your appearance, it was..."

Peggy glanced at him and coughed, so Howard fell silent.

"Anyway, get ready to go."

Howard said: "You shit... If this shield is normally checked in by plane, the plane of S.H.I.E.L.D. is not suitable. I will ask Jarvis to fly you there."

On the plane, Edwin Jarvis put his hands on the joystick, his face was speechless.

Before leaving, they discussed the specific persona of Lindell's new identity - a businessman from Stark Industries who wants to open up new business routes, and wants to develop business in South Asia, so they first came to travel and explore.But it was very unusual for such an identity to appear on the battlefield, so Dugan suggested how to change to a war reporter.

"Do you think he could be a reporter? Jesus."

Fury vetoed it.

"The biggest problem is..."

Peggy's expression was subtle.

"—am I your son now?"

Lindell asked.

With a puff, someone spewed out the water he just drank from his mouth.

Lindell gazed at Howard's haircut with the sideburns extending a bit upwards, and felt that the age gap they "looked" was not a problem with the proposal: It's been nearly 20 years since the end of World War II, and if Howard didn't behave very well in the beginning-he certainly It is indeed not that correct, so assuming that his contraceptive measures back then were not so perfect...

Apparently, many people continued to think along his thinking logic. The corner of Nick Fury's mouth was trying to go up and down, and his expression was very tense.

"Then you might as well say that you are my father's illegitimate child!"

Howard gave up on himself: "Just use the setting of distant relatives in general..."

"It's not a responsible idea to blame yourself on the previous generation, Stark."

Nick Fury said narrowly.

"This is simply a fabrication. You can't take this as my fault, can you?"

Howard felt that this group of people was very unreasonable: "How can it be counted on me?"

……

In short, this question of identity is very elusive.

Edwin Jarvis chatted to him from the driver's seat: "Is Mr. Lindell's mission this time to end the Vietnam War as quickly as possible?"

He didn't know that S.H.I.E.L.D. had so many considerations. Lindell looked at the other side's face and said, "I can't finish it."

"what?"

"—I can't finish it."

Lindell emphasized: "War is initiated by human beings, and it is also human beings who want to avoid and prevent it. Generally speaking, this is the result of conflicts between one group of human beings and another group of human beings. I can only avoid it as much as possible and not make wars more dangerous. results, but the war itself, that's not something I can decide."

Angels and demons can't do it, and being a goblin doesn't help either.As long as human beings are willing, they can have countless ways to provoke disputes, mutants and ordinary people, contests between different regimes, mages of different schools, various reasons-life is precious and cheap, People can be extremely happy because of the birth of a newborn, and they can also pull the trigger on someone who has no resistance in the front sight.

Theoretically, regardless of the means used, he could threaten high-level leaders like those radical mutants, and even break the bottom line to delete and modify a person's soul, but such an approach is tantamount to quenching thirst with poison, and will only Push the whole world into a more dangerous situation.

This is the bottom line that Charles has always been able to do but has never touched.

"...What do you think? About this kind of thing."

Below the plane are layers of clouds and mists, and below that is a devastated land.Jarvis himself has been in the army and is an excellent pilot. His past is also complicated enough: "In your capacity, if you don't get involved in this kind of thing, you should have a quite calm social status." .”

"This is probably a common problem with people who don't age."

Lindell carried a shield that made it difficult for him to move, and thought: "If it was Gu Yi, he should do similar things from my standpoint."

"But you are obviously not a human being, but you are still intervening in the affairs of human beings—ah, I don't mean to question the meaning of your decision. I am personally very grateful to be able to help Mr. Stark in this way."

"..."

Lindell was silent for a moment.

There was only the roar of the engine between them, and just when the plane had started to land and Jarvis had one hand on the landing gear control handle, Lindell finally spoke.

"About 20 years ago, someone told me that there are 26 billion people in this world, and it takes a very long time and experience to understand human beings."

Lindell said: "At that time, I thought that as long as I persisted for a long time, just like Arabic and German, as long as I spent enough time, I would be able to acquire such knowledge."

"—But now there are 36 billion people on the earth. Even if my level of understanding improves a little, the things I don't understand will only increase at a faster rate."

"Sir, with all due respect, what do you want to understand?"

Jarvis asked: "If you want to understand a person by understanding the whole human race, even if you live long enough, I think it is too difficult."

But I only have time left.

The body made of true ether will not be easily damaged, and even if it is fatally injured, it can be easily restored to its original state when the magic power is abundant.Time is like gravel mixed in the wind, carving fine lines on the eyelids of everyone around you. Everyone rides time down the river, and only you stay where you are.

"The talent of goblins is also limited. As long as I don't stay by my side, I can't read other people's emotions."

In the reflector of the cockpit, the still-looking detective was huddled behind a huge shield, wearing a seat belt, mentally: "Jarvis, what kind of mood does a human being have in order to be on the ground?" Saying 'I love you' before dying?"

The plane landed at a military base.

The logo of Stark Industries can be seen clearly on the ground, and basically every soldier knows more or less about Howard Stark.Jarvis sent Lindell off the plane in the midst of everyone's attention, and after verifying his identity with the local garrison, he said that if necessary, Lindell hoped to get supplies at the nearby base, so all expenses incurred would be borne by Stark Industries is solely responsible.

Providers of weapons and equipment are, in a sense, the parents of soldiers.With Stark's contacts, he was very familiar with most of the colonel-level people, and these people on the front line agreed to Jarvis' request almost without hesitation.

"The price is based on the local price? You know, it is not easy to transport materials here from the mainland of the United States..."

Jarvis took out a check, signed a sum that stunned everyone, and said gently: "Sir, I guess these should be enough."

"Of course, this is too... this should be enough."

The person with the highest military rank in the entire base took Jarvis's check and shifted his gaze to Lindell - the man looked too young and didn't have many big muscles on his body, and he didn't look like he could Characters who have lived long on the battlefield...

"What's your name? Do we need to send some soldiers to ensure his safety?"

"Lindell Stark."

Lindell said: "There is no need to send people. If there are too many people, it will be troublesome for me. I will probably keep borrowing your communication equipment to contact Howard once a month. Other than that, I shouldn't need too many materials. Normally The configuration of the soldiers can be prepared."

"..."

Everyone who pricked up their ears to listen to the gossip was stunned.

"I guess...there's only one Stark in this world? The one I understand?"

Someone asked stutteringly.

"And now, as you can see, there's a second one."

Lindell replied blankly: "It was Howard who entrusted me to come here."

Is that Howard Stark?Everyone showed a horrified expression: "What does he want you to do? What is the relationship between you?"

"Who knows...they didn't discuss it in the end, what should our relationship be."

The plain and straightforward content was filled up by the soldiers with hundreds of annual dramas in their minds, from the illegitimate son Howard was unwilling to admit publicly to his brother who has been hiding his name and now comes back to rob property, or the other party was abandoned by the family and thrown on the battlefield Waiting for a certain day of "accidental death"... God, look at his body, he must not last long in Vietnam, but he doesn't know when he will be completely "declared missing".

Everyone's eyes and emotions became pity. Lindell looked around in a confused expression. Of course, he could perceive this group emotional change. He finally retracted his gaze and looked at Jarvis: "Look, this is why I said I don't understand humans."

Jarvis: "..."

He also felt that his boss would become victimized in the future.

"Jarvis?"

"I... uh, sir. If you need other assistance from the United States, you can also use the communication equipment here to contact us."

Jarvis forcibly changed the topic, further confirming the embarrassing speculation about the origin of the "Stark" in front of him.

It seems that Howard should want him to die on this land!He really deserves to be an evil arms dealer!The soldiers thought to themselves, even if they are connected by blood, they must be put to death!There is really a lot of grievances...

The emotions conveyed also made Lindell feel even more puzzling... Forget it, this is not the point anyway.

He said bluntly: "I need a car with a full fuel tank and a set of normal soldier's rations. If there is anything missing later, I will come back and pick it up myself. You don't need to worry about it."

"Uh, don't you even have a gun?"

They asked, "I don't know if you can use a gun..."

There is no gun callus on the position of the gun in this person's hand, and there is no trace of deliberate exercise. He wants to run to such a place close to the deep mountains and old forests...

"Thank you, I will use it, but I don't need it for the time being...Even if I am driving, I can't shoot at the same time."

Lindell said, "That's it, see you next time, Jarvis."

"See you next time, sir. It's a great honor to help you."

Edwin Jarvis bowed politely and watched the other party leave.

A few months later, Vietnam, behind the lines.

Although the war should not involve civilians as much as possible, it is difficult to take too much into account when it is actually fought—especially in the case of large-scale air strikes.

From Saigon all the way north, Lindell was fortunate that he had learned his driver's license at the beginning, but after a few weeks of driving on the poor road conditions, he gave up this plan and changed the long-distance movement method to use gravity to float himself. Get up, and then move forward by the wind, sitting in the shield looks like a large floating dandelion from the ground, or some mushroom flying in the sky.

What's more convenient than others is that he doesn't need to supply food, or even look for clean water sources everywhere. As long as the mission requires, he can run around like a perpetual motion machine day and night.It was originally agreed to go back and report once a month because the scope of activities gradually expanded to once every few months. Fortunately, he didn't suffer any injuries, and he looked as energetic as when he first came.

The soldiers began to whisper, thinking that this little Mr. Stark might be more resilient than he imagined.

The terrain here is mountainous, with dense jungles, and even poisonous plants and insects are overgrown in many places. This is a very difficult environment for soldiers who lack jungle combat experience, but in Lindell's eyes, it is as smooth as walking on the ground.But any animal with a brain would not take the risk of harming him. Relying on the information and communication of the rich flora and fauna here, he successfully established an information network that only he can understand.

War also forces people to grow.

When Lindell was holding a child's slender wrist, he realized this deeply—almost all the people here are soldiers, and his appearance and characteristics are shining targets in the jungle. Lindell had never thought of this age What kind of threat can a human child pose? After all, he deliberately confirmed that the other party should not be a mutant... But the child shot down a hornet's nest with a slingshot in one breath, and set up ambushes with sharp bamboo sticks on the surrounding escape routes. If someone else were here, they might really be stung to death by wasps.

After driving away the hornet, Lindell looked at the other party carefully: this child has an obvious South Asian appearance, with bright and pure hatred in his eyes.When the blow failed, the child immediately turned around and wanted to bite his wrist. Lindell could only use a little strength to cut his hand back behind him: "Believe it or not... I am not a soldier."

Not sure if he could understand English, Lindell repeated himself in German, Arabic, Italian and Chinese, and raised his hands to prove that he had no intention of confronting the enemy.

The child didn't understand any of the five languages, which made Lindell very regretful that he had placed Vietnamese after Japanese in the plan, but fortunately, his ability to control the enemy with one move and his actions to show that he was harmless made Lindell very regretful. The other party dropped his vigilance for a while, and Lindell took the initiative to show him in his pocket, proving that he really didn't have any weapons on him.

The most eye-catching baggage was the shield. The child looked around it for a while, tried to lift it up but failed to move it, and when he saw Lindell lifted it up with one hand, his eyes widened in surprise.

"I'm a detective."

Lindell bent down, gestured and pronounced: "If there is a suspicious enemy nearby, maybe I can help you get rid of him."

The other party thought for a while, and the disgusted expression on his face still did not subside—probably to him, any foreigner is an offender who breaks into his own country—but he still made a "follow up" gesture to him, Lindell turned a blind eye to this malice, and followed the other party all the way out in the direction of the forest.

After about an hour's journey, they came to a "building complex" - a lot of people crowded in dilapidated houses, most of them had simple weapons and kept the minimum armed forces.

They looked at Lindell warily. The child probably spoke a few words in the local dialect, and then one of the elders introduced himself in stumbling English, saying that these children were all orphans who lost their families during the war. Stay here, although I don't know what you are looking for here, but the surrounding area has already been bombed, and some places have even been polluted by white phosphorus bombs, so there should be nothing you want.

A row of pointed bamboo hats hang neatly at the door, which should be local national costumes.Lindell looked in the room, there was a child lying on the bed with an unhealthy red face.

A body constructed of true ether will not suffer from illness, but Lindell has a shallow understanding of human diseases.

"He has a fever."

Lindell said: "Although I am not a qualified doctor, I should be better at handling this situation than others. Why don't you let me see?"

"You don't appear to be carrying any medication."

Although the other party said so, he still stepped out of the way.The air in the room was blocked, and unknown herbs were drying. Lindell stretched out a hand and placed it on top of the child's head. The slightly cooler body temperature than ordinary people made the other party's struggle a little lighter.

He really doesn't know any medical skills, but if the fever is caused by infection, using magic can kill the excess bacteria in the human body—it's just a little troublesome.

But the most important thing is to reduce the fever first, Lindell thought for a while, and drew the rune in the air with his free hand.

The author has something to say: Howard Stark was murdered.

so far

Volume [-], The Stranger

Volume [-], Striker

Volume III, Soldier

Volume Four, The Innovator

Volume [-], Contractor (anter)

Volume [-], Pursuer

■Volume [-], Defender