[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

"Then what, there is a reason for the surname Stark, and I do know Howard, but can I trouble you not to tell this after you return to the Soviet Union? There are enough scapegoats on Howard's head..."

Lindell followed behind Natasha. Compared with him who had lost the guidance of the animals, his eyes were a little darkened. As a senior agent, Natasha was more experienced in this kind of mountain intelligence and reconnaissance.

Of course, he can also fly with the wind after the gravity is adjusted, but this kind of place appears in the air and is more likely to be targeted by ground-to-air bombs, thereby exposing himself.

He watched as Natasha walked to the river, dug three successive puddles, relied on a gravity filtration system to filter the water, and finally fished out small packets of sanitizer from her package.Lindell didn't understand the Russian terminology above, but presumably it should be used to deal with sedimented metals and toxic substances in the water.

"The defoliant has already polluted the surrounding area, you should drink like this."

Lindell stretched out a finger towards the stream, and a round transparent water mass separated out of the stream, and then the substances in the liquid continued to layer and peel off at a speed visible to the naked eye, becoming clear.He casually threw the excess impurities back into the stream: "This way the purification is almost done. I remember that this defoliant will have a genetic effect. The jargon is called Agent Orange (agente). It will affect the next generation and cause distortion. If you don’t take it, it’s better not to take it.”

"agente."

The other party repeated the phrase: "You Yankees made something, tsk."

"Anyway, it's better to be cautious."

Lindell didn't deny it: "My word, it's hard to be influenced by this kind of stuff, but you're human after all, and..."

And it's female.This means that the destruction of the body will be more brutal and straightforward.

He didn't know much about chemical weapons, and it wasn't until many years later that Lindell realized that it would take more than 14 years for the tetrachlorobenzene and dioxins in this agent to be metabolized from the human body. From the perspective of knowledge, it is better to have as little contact as possible.

This kindness finally made the other party talk more, and the taciturn female agent glanced at him: "It doesn't matter to me, and I won't have any offspring."

"In short, it's better to be healthy."

Lindell didn't give the other party a chance to react, and poked the other party's forehead, and then a transparent air barrier wrapped around Natasha's head: "Well, this principle is like... your Soviet Union has been very famous recently. That, Gagarin (yuri alekseyevich gagarin)?"

"The first human being in outer space."

Natasha glanced at him, and even started chatting along Lindell's words: "But shouldn't Armstrong be the most famous recently? Humans finally touched the moon, and so on."

"And if you want to start a conversation with this kind of content, you should know that Gagarin died in a plane crash last year."

Only 34 years old, very regrettable age.

"Ah, sorry... I haven't been reading the news much lately, and I apologize, ma'am."

"It's nothing. I sometimes confuse things from decades ago and a few years ago. There are too many news to remember. I only know that the Soviet Union and the United States have plans to march into space."

Lindell thought to himself, in this way, Howard probably could make a lot of money. After all, he had been deploying aerospace-related plans a long time ago, and sold a large amount of things to NASA.

The full-scale cold war and partial hot war are escalating every day. Engineers like Howard will become groundless under the influence of the times. Coupled with the work of S.H.I.E.L.D., they can't wait to divide their heads into eight pieces. .During the last phone call, Lindell kindly suggested him to learn about the division of the alchemist's thinking, which is said to be able to split the brain into a multi-core processor for use. Howard retorted that it would be better to clone a few of himself, one person Working in Stark Industries works alone for S.H.I.E.L.D., and then he can dive into those inventions and creations.

The dead leaves accumulated a thick layer, and Lindell walked in his boots one step at a time, and finally gave up completely, using a floating spell to float himself on the surface.Natasha is very used to the current state of field combat. She looks calm and alert, identifying the direction of the wind and the direction of the surrounding mountains.

"If you go deeper, your supplies should be insufficient."

The goblin youth looked at the equipment on her body: "Even if I can provide the water supply, if you go further, the compressed biscuits you carry on your body probably won't be enough to support you halfway back."

Humans need to eat, even if they minimize their survival needs—eating dry rations that are tasteless and only maintain the normal functioning of the body—you must maintain enough food intake to maintain a fighting state .The biological environment here is extremely harsh, full of water pollution and soil pollution, and Lindell is not sure whether these chemical pollution sources will accumulate layer by layer in the human body if he catches edible plants rashly.

"Don't you have long-distance mobility?"

Natasha raised her eyebrows and glanced at him: "When I saw you for the first time, you were already deep in the contaminated area, and you didn't carry any special weapons except for the shield that seemed to be in the way, and there were no mobile devices around. No trace of the parachute dropped by the plane was found, which means that you are floating on the ground."

She glanced at Lindell's stepping on the leaves: "There must be other ways to get out of this area."

"...But are you so confident that I can bring one more person by the way?"

Lindell asked slowly.

"Can't you?"

"……can."

now it's right.

If resupply only needs to be considered one-way instead of round-trip, then the depth they can explore is doubled.Natasha observed Lindell as she walked. The origin of the other party was unknown, and she was very familiar with the agent's workflow. She had mysterious special spells and claimed to be not human—and she was also related to Howard Stark.

"The one you had with you."

She gestured to the huge shield in Lindell's hand: "Is it a special device?"

"Ah, a magical prop that can only be used once, you should be the fairy stick in the hands of Cinderella's fairy godmother."

Lindell said while holding up this quaint giant shield.

Natasha: "..."

It's really hard for her to imagine going in this direction.

The other party's personality made it difficult for her to grasp, at least she couldn't build a model from a psychological point of view.Natasha tried several rounds calmly, but all she got was ambiguous responses. Lindell and Howard Stark seemed to be completely different in age, but they seemed to have many years of experience as agents. Not even losing to some of her peers in the red room, which made Natasha wonder whether the other party has also undergone a series of physical transformations, so that she has problems with self-cognition.

It's no surprise that Yankees did this kind of thing.

It's just that it's not suitable to talk about too in-depth content at work. They are just the relationship they met by chance during the mission. A bit of a past that I don't want to bring up.

"About the front, you need to be careful."

Halfway through the journey, Lindell suddenly spoke.

Natasha observed it with an infrared thermosensitive telescope: "There is no biological reaction within the visible range."

There is no way to live here for a long time. She only planned to try her luck at the abandoned base at the beginning, saying that she wanted to break through the control of Hydra, and she didn't think there would be any successful organization here.South Asia is different from the original European battlefield. There is no supporting heavy industry system. Even if you want to do research or experiment, the cost of carrying out it is much higher than in areas with developed industrial systems.

"But there is a magic reaction."

Lindell frowned, and saw that the other party didn't understand, so he said more: "Six months ago, I heard that in some rural areas in Vietnam, there were farmers who were collecting corpses, and they would get some subsidies for transporting a car. Small money. If it is to maintain the appearance of the city after the street fighting, it is true that some such helpers will be called in to do some 'cleaning work' that does not appear on the table, but if it involves such a wide range, it is a bit abnormal."

"So I posed as a local farmer and joined the corpse collection team."

Speaking of this, Natasha finally couldn't help but glanced at him. It was hard to imagine how a person who had traveled such a long distance without a speck of dust on his body could perfectly fit into the ranks of Vietnamese with obvious South Asian faces, but thinking about him If there is a way to float on fallen leaves, there should be a corresponding magical method.

Corpses are not limited to race and origin, and they don’t care which side they belong to. Vietnamese, Americans, French and Soviets, whichever side gets completely equal treatment after death.Lindell hid in the delivery truck. As expected, these corpses were not transported to landfills, cemeteries or centralized incineration, but were sent into train containers, and they did not know where they were going.

"No, can't you track along the rails?"

Natasha realized the loophole in this sentence: "According to your moving speed, it should be easy to track the other party's traces."

"That's why I say it's a bit strange. There are traces of the origin of the train, but it actually walks on the leylines—I don't know if you have heard the legend of the magic eye collection train in Europe... I can tell by the way you look."

Lindell sighed. There is a huge difference in the world between a mage and an agent. He walks between the two himself, and he is able to understand this difference in cognition better: "In short, there is no way to track To these trains, but their destinations are not completely impossible to calculate, so I came here."

He now has reason to suspect that Hydra has also been mixed into the high-level US military, otherwise why can he participate in such a stupid war that is basically of no benefit to the country-or the arms dealers have dared to do anything to sell goods , interfering in political decision-making to such an extent.

"By the way, by the way, have you ever fought a bear?"

"what?"

"I heard that people in your part can shoot goblins and bears."

Lindell described it vividly: "That's the kind, huh, and then you can beat wild animals with your bare hands."

Natasha: "..."

She hesitated for a second, "I don't think it's impossible."

"So Americans like to drink Coke like water?"

"That would lead to kidney failure, I guess, but I don't really need any of that anyway."

The two exchanged stereotypes with each other, and Lindell walked around the vicinity repeatedly, his expression changed again and again, and finally stood still in front of an open space.Natasha followed behind with a puzzled expression: "Is there an ambush ahead? At least in my eyes...that's just an open space."

"Probably, it may look like that in your eyes."

Accompanied by the voice, Lindell's ears protruded from the hair hanging from the temples, and gradually became thinner and narrower. The transparent thin scales on the neck gradually covered several vital points such as the larynx and the position of the brain stem, and the golden eyes seemed to be It is a solidified flame.

"But I don't suggest you go any further."

It was as if every time he uttered a word, the human and gentle surface that covered this person was gradually peeling off. Even though he was such a gentle and talkative person just now, he changed his appearance in a short period of time.The corners of Lindell's eyes also began to be covered with fine scales, and those golden eyes stared at Natasha: "In a sense, the front is a real hell for you humans."

——Strong, inhuman feeling.

A creature named Lyndall Stark, stripped of human mimicry.I have to say that the other party’s imitation of human beings is very lifelike, including the panting of long-distance trekking, inadvertent small movements when chatting, the Adam’s apple that rolls because of swallowing saliva when talking, and when encountering problems that need to be thought about, it seems to subconsciously stroke the forehead. His actions... When all of these disappeared, it was as if the tide receded, finally revealing the reef below the surface of the water.

Natasha hesitated for a moment before following up: "No matter what it is, I have to bring the information back—this is my job."

She held the other's outstretched hand, and her long and sharp nails rested on her wrist. The body temperature of that hand was lower than that of ordinary people, and she could not feel the pulse.In the next second, he obviously only took a step forward, and the world in front of him suddenly turned, as if he had stepped into a different space.

She just blinked her eyes for a few times, and before she could tell where it was, Natasha felt her eye sockets tingle, and then warm blood flowed down her eyelids.Holding her wrist with one hand, and covering her eyes with the other, Lindell's voice resounded in her ears: "Don't look too closely, the amount of information here just needs to be 'watched', for human beings It’s already a bit unbearable.”

It was as if her fingertips had brushed her eyelids, and when she opened her eyes again, her vision blurred as if she was [-] degrees shortsighted without glasses.White phosphorous bombs cascaded from the stratus-filled sky like meteors clustered together, or fireworks that seemed too bright in daylight.Flowing flames fell from the sky and landed on the wandering people. The flames burning with white phosphorous bombs could not be extinguished, and the resulting screams could almost penetrate the eardrums.

There is not a drop of water on the dry land.

People with flames all over their bodies tore their skins and let out animal-like whines, followed by bombings like torrential rain. People trapped in this space were dying over and over again, repeating their own ordeals. The mistakes of others before they died, overlapping their own fears with the fears of others, repeating it over and over again.

The emotional resonance caused by this fear made Lindell even retch several times on the spot.

"Stark?"

Natasha took one of his arms: "Are you okay?"

"—Call me Lindell, otherwise it always feels like you're calling Howard."

Lindell struggled to stand up on his knees: "This kind of thing, which can be regarded as a mental shock, is a troublesome thing for a more sensitive person like me... If Charles was here, he would probably faint on the spot."

After the white phosphorus bomb explodes, the dust will be inhaled into the body and continue to burn until all the surrounding oxygen is exhausted.These walking dead human beings tore off their own skins, and the gouged out flesh and blood started the next round of burning after encountering the outside air. In addition, the land was filled with the pungent smell of chemicals.

Not far away, the short body that was attached to the napalm bomb staggered past, fell to the ground and convulsed after running a few steps, the small body was so burned that the gender could not be seen clearly.

"What is this place?"

Natasha put on the gas mask, and Lindell stretched out his hand to prop up a small magic barrier in the sky, barely clearing out a piece of clean air.

"Inherent enchantment (realitymarble), the different space constructed, you can also understand it as the egg of a new world."

Lindell wiped his nose, even if he didn't need to really breathe, the pungent air here made him uncomfortable: "These people have already died once, but they were fixed in the boundary between life and death, time and time again. Repeating the near-death scene of yourself or others is probably to disturb the earth veins and form a magic field surrounded by fear. Because this is the prototype of a man-made world, the space that should have been in this phase has been replaced. ...formed what you see now."

In the end, Lindell himself was a little unsure. He probably had to consult Casillas or the Ancient One for such an overly academic question, but at least there was only one thing he needed to do now—whether Hydra What the hell are you trying to do with a bunch of souls locked up here? At least destroying them won't make the situation worse.

Inherent enchantment, a phenomenon in which the eggs of the world constructed by invading the existing big world.Lindell has seen such a technique once or twice in the past few decades, but—this is the most vicious technique.

"So what should we do, are you going to destroy this place?"

Natasha looked up at the sky. There were layers of dark clouds above their heads. This might even be the embodiment of fear. After all, when the burning bombs fell from the sky, she didn't hear the roar of the plane's engine.

This is just an efficient fear generator, even the wind and the sky are fictional.

"It's 'replace here' with something new."

Lindell said, and he took out the shield that he always carried with him.

The author has something to say: Human beings have landed on the moon for more than six years, and it is still used on the earth for so many years, it is really good!

General notes:

Agent Orange, Agent Orange, caused deformities in many newborns in Vietnam.If you are interested, you can search on the Internet. It is a very cruel defoliant.

There is no hydra in the real world, it's really nothing.