[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

At that moment, Natasha thought of many scenes.

——For example, in her memory, a long time ago, she also learned about a soldier who was better at using a shield than a gun in the news and front-line intelligence.

"The injection of magic power has begun, and the initial activation threshold has been reached. Inhibit the failure of the safety valve, and the second activation state."

Lindell placed the shield horizontally in front of his body, and the arc-shaped surface had complex patterns that glowed brilliantly.

There are many ways to break this inherent barrier, and replacing it with a brand new inherent barrier is a relatively mild way.These souls trapped here are doomed to no good end, and the only thing he can do now is to free these souls from the repeated death.

"What are you going to do now?"

Natasha asked: "Why does Hydra make these people suffer the pain of death repeatedly in this place?"

"Because there are not enough people."

Lindell took the lead in answering the latter question, "The Vietnam battlefield can only be regarded as a local war. There is no way to form an efficient and large-scale massacre like 20 years ago. Therefore, in the case of insufficient numbers, the number of deaths can only be repeatedly increased. Make up for the shortage of magic power supply."

This is a way to squeeze the soul dry under desperate circumstances, a method that even Lindell himself has never thought of.Trees can be ignited directly, or they can be smelted into coal by special means and then ignited, but some people use a similar principle to squeeze out the last bit of use value of human beings like organic fuel.

So the reflection of the Second World War, these 20 years of dormancy, did they only learn such things?

As for what he's going to do now—it's too complicated to explain, Lindell chose to show it directly with actual actions.

"Like a treasure, unfold it."

——Although that man is good at marksmanship, he still uses a shield to fight most of the time. At this critical moment of unfolding the Noble Phantasm, Lindell suddenly remembered some insignificant trifles.

□□It can kill people from a long distance. When the pilot presses the bomb button, it is difficult to feel guilty. Everyone is part of the entire system process. They fly to the designated place according to the rules and regulations, and press the button Asked to drop "the contents of the rear cargo warehouse" - Lindell has no doubt that some Hydra members probably just "opened the valve of the poison gas valve as required", and there will be no slightest hesitation because of this.

Magic power circulates in the body, and the established items of the inherent barrier are being stripped and overwritten layer by layer.

"The little world (achillesos) surrounded by the sky—"

A new image spread out from the originally empty shield surface, like a space that was running around wantonly, covering this place full of fire and death with a destructive aura.Disputes in Greek mythology, scenes of tenacious human life, ideas passed down from generation to generation, and wishes for a better future——thousands of years ago, goblin artisans engraved "the human beings they understand" into this shield, At the moment when the Noble Phantasm is unfolded, it can release a fleeting world image centered on the great hero Achilles.

A great hero whose life is fleeting like a meteor, self-disciplined and hard training since childhood, a body protected by the water of the Styx, and the ending of dying on the battlefield.People in ancient Greece looked up at the hero driving the undead chariot (troiastragoidia) galloping in the sky, and sang stories related to Achilles in the long narrative poem. Is the movie the same mood?

—Humans are indeed such creatures, Lindell thought.Whether it is thousands of years ago or today, there will be people who will be passed down and remembered with very similar and shining life trajectories.

Probably because of this, the forging god Hephaestus, or the fairy craftsman back then, no matter who it is--that is why they watched Achilles and forged the Noble Phantasm that belonged to the hero.

The inherent barrier and the "small world surrounded by the sky" collided, and both were annihilated due to different power systems. Lindell and Natasha fell into the original space, the treasure disappeared, and the surroundings were still the ones they saw at the beginning. A jungle where everything looks desolate due to defoliant pollution.Natasha was still a little puzzled. She first judged the safety of the surrounding environment, and then looked at Lindell: "The one just now is..."

"It's a one-off. If you want to use it again, you probably have to go to the person who copied it to repair it."

Lindell said: "It can be regarded as borrowing the power of some human heroes."

"I'm not asking about what you used."

Natasha frowned, thinking about her words: "I mean, the reality marble you mentioned at the beginning..."

She uttered this rare English word with a retroflex: "What do you think the reason Hydra made this kind of thing is for?"

"Maybe it's just an experiment."

Lindell said: "Or it may be a wedge to extract magic power for other plans, or it may be a culture medium for something new. Human beings have very rich imagination in this regard. Even if you ask me now, it is difficult for me Give a precise answer. In short, it is definitely right to destroy this kind of thing when it is discovered.”

"..."

Natasha was silent for a moment: "I need to report this matter back."

"I think so, it's impossible for the Soviet Union to stand on the same front as a group of lunatics."

Lindell stretched his waist: "Shall I send you out of here?"

"Natasha Romanoff, my current name."

Natasha looked at him: "I guess we still have a chance to meet again. Next time, if we meet a living enemy, I will let you see the strength of a top agent."

"I have a human friend who is as good a sniper as you."

Lindell smiled: "So I really believe what you said."

"Lindell—just Lindell, that's my name."

Nine years after the end of World War II, the last group of American soldiers evacuated from Vietnamese territory.

Domestic anti-war voices became louder and louder. After several years, the Vietnam War finally ended with the failure of the United States and the South Vietnamese government.Lindell himself doesn't really mind winning or losing, or that the human war itself doesn't mean much to him. Over the years, he has changed many identities, wandering around in this land covered by war, and his main goal is to devote himself to the broken leylines. maintenance and the destruction of Hydra's remaining bases.

Compared with the period when the "icbm" plan was implemented, his methods have advanced a lot.

In his spare time, he also acted as a doctor in the field, regardless of his nationality or identity, and appeared in the village simply as a doctor who treated human beings.Not all diseases can be treated, and Lindell's scope of ability is at most limited to various types of inflammation caused by bacterial infections. As for more serious injuries-such as amputation, bone fracture, or content that requires surgery, Lindell He was completely helpless, at most he could use the corresponding runes to dispel some of the unbearable pain.

There were children holding his hand on the hospital bed. Even the incurable ailment thanked him for the moment of painless relief. The little hand was pressed against the face of the goblin youth. Lindell thought that the other party was going to say something. "Thank you", I was ready to say no thanks, but the little girl with loose hair smiled sweetly and said that you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen.

Hmm... The appearance can be modified at will, but after all, it is a compliment from others. At this time, according to the social rhetoric, one should express gratitude.

Lindell was about to respond, but the other party went on to say, but why don't you laugh?

--What?Lindell asked, "Is there something unusual about my expression?"

You're all copying us, she said with her eyes open.

"When you take a look at Dad's anxious expression, you will have a similar expression on his face; when you see your brothers busy in the field, you will also put on a serious expression, and occasionally go back to help them; you see The neighbor's younger brother laughed like him when he was playing in the yard, but if you just follow other people's example...why don't you laugh yourself?"

Lindell froze for a moment, then slowly imitated the appearance of the other party's mother, showing a comforting smile.

"Feeling other people's emotions and responding appropriately is something I've learned over time to respond to."

He said slowly, "Isn't this bad?"

"Of course it's not good. How can this kind of thing need to be learned? It should be instinct."

Because of the short-term disappearance of pain, the little girl suddenly became energetic, which made Lindell recharge the runes surrounding her with some magic power, delaying the time of this "painless anesthesia" for a few hours: "You Have you ever met someone who makes you want to laugh whenever you meet? Every time I see my mother, I do that!"

"...Well, no."

Lindell shook his head honestly.

"Then, I hope that the gods of Tianfu, Shuifu and Hades can bless you to meet that person—"

"That's useless, you go to sleep."

Lindell flicked the other person's forehead lightly: "I don't believe in gods, and they won't protect me either."

"What about the Buddha?"

The other party changed the target in a good manner. The religious beliefs in Vietnam are relatively messy. There are all kinds of religions that are widely spread in the world.

"Hmm... It doesn't feel like I will be blessed by the Buddha."

"Where's the angel?"

The little girl is not forgiving.

"The angels...haven't seen them for a long time, and I don't know where they traveled to."

Lindell thought for a while: "Human beings have already been to the moon, and they should have been there too."

"Mr. Lindell, you can also tell fairy tales..."

The other party closed his eyes contentedly.

Lindell withdrew at the same time as the troops.

On the return flight, still in Stark's eye-catching plane, Edwin Jarvis showed up at the airport wearing a helmet and bowed to Lindell.

"It's surprising that it took so long to end."

Lindell walked towards the plane side by side with him: "I didn't expect the war to last so long..."

"Even so, the United States has put a lot of effort into it."

Jarvis pointed out: "Offended a lot of people."

Howard had offended people a lot, Lindell thought, but as an arms dealer, it was indeed not easy.This period of time is not long or short for Lindell, but it is particularly important for humans.The popular clothes have changed a few times, and the international situation is also uncertain. Australia is wrapped in a constitutional crisis. In the same year, NASA launched the first Mars probe with a lander. It is said that it will land on Mars a year later.

"It is said that people from CIA are involved in Australia's constitutional crisis, and I don't know what they are thinking..."

While chatting while flying the plane, Jarvis saw Lindell's lack of interest: "Why, aren't you interested in these?"

"not interested."

Lindell said: "A few years ago, I was able to cheer up and take a look at it, but now I'm starting to feel bored."

"Well... After all, it's been so many years."

Jarvis changed the subject from the kindness: "I'm going back after a long time, are you planning to take a vacation for yourself?"

"Well, pulling out so many 'nails' is quite satisfying as a workload."

Lindell was lying on the recliner of the plane, not even bothering to fasten the seat belt: "Then take an indefinite vacation."

Most old friends in New York have changed again.

Peggy has several new lines at the corners of her eyes, and Howard has changed his hairstyle, and his hairline has visibly moved up.Lindell stared at his shiny forehead for a few times, but was ordered to look away angrily by the other party, saying that this is a normal physiological process of human beings, and don't look like they have discovered a new world.

There are also those who haven't changed much in appearance, such as Dugan, such as... Fury?

Don't black people look old?Lindell rolled his eyes.

"An anti-aging drug invented by Professor Berthold Sternberg, Fury was the first batch of experimental subjects to participate in human experiments."

Howard explained: "It wasn't at the beginning, cough, we drew a few tubes of blood...The active ingredients separated from the blood were reused and made into a drug that can delay aging."

That's right, Lindell remembered that before Steve officially participated in combat as a soldier, there was indeed a period of time spent in the laboratory and on the stage of the opera house, but he didn't expect that the blood samples left at that time would be so long later still work.

"Do you feel offended by it?"

Fury's one remaining eye looked at him.

"Why do you ask that?"

Lindell asked back.

"After all, that Dugan time, you were so angry...and that was the blood sample left by Captain America after all."

"Compared to my thoughts, your situation is more troublesome."

The blond-haired goblin sighed: "If you choose a long life with the human spirit, you will face a much more severe mental load than you imagined. This is not something ordinary people can bear."

"That takes a very, very strong will and soul."

He seemed to smile when he saw Fury, and reached out to brush his hair.This burly man curled his lips and said that you should not underestimate human beings, you know...

"We have endless possibilities."

The number of reagents is limited, so Howard is naturally inappropriate as a public figure and a well-known entrepreneur, and choosing a longer life than ordinary people is basically equivalent to giving up most of his social identity.Fury shrugged and said that he had no friends with his bad personality, so it would be quieter, which is actually good.

During this period, S.H.I.E.L.D. recruited a group of new recruits, many of whom Lindell didn't know very well. He greeted casually, and didn't plan to go to work when there was no urgent task. He lived like an urban legend in the industry.Fury obviously also knew that it would be difficult for anyone to devote himself to a new job after spending several years on the battlefield. He waved his big hand and said that it would be too shameful if the goblin worried about human affairs too much.

As a result, Lindell, who had several years of salary in his hand... suddenly became very idle.

He deliberated between Maldives and Hawaii, and felt that it was not interesting to be paralyzed on the beach like a human being and being exposed to ultraviolet radiation—in fact, he had never understood why human beings would actively increase the probability of suffering from skin cancer in this way—while Walking while thinking, I came to the exhibition hall inexplicably.

In 30 years, he has never stepped into it.

At the entrance of the exhibition hall, plastic shields are sold as souvenirs, with familiar color schemes on them, but the metal steel white has been replaced with a pure white that is more suitable for plastic (and lowers the cost), and it seems to be very popular with children. .

So he walked over and was stopped at the door.

"Please buy a ticket, sir."

Lindell: "..."

He opened his mouth, and suddenly wanted to say that some of the exhibits were donated by himself, but considering that the conductor might not have been born when he donated these items, Lindell felt that it was pointless to argue about these trivial matters.The young man with long blond hair took out a banknote from his pocket, and the banknote was quickly exchanged for admission tickets, plus a few coins of different denominations.

The exhibition hall is full of familiar and "outdated" things, such as the assault rifles they used, helmets, soldiers' steel white nameplates - Lindell even found his own - and huge black and white photos .

There is nothing worth mentioning here. Lindell glanced around. A little bit of frustration seemed very abrupt in the midst of a lot of longing emotions. He followed this emotion and turned his vision. Standing dejectedly in front of the glass display case, staring at a military kettle in a daze.

It seems to be Bucky's thing... The personal belongings of the soldiers are all standard, and no one can tell the difference when they are put together.

"what happened?"

It was rare for him to be interested, and he tapped the other person on the shoulder.

"I was going to buy souvenirs, but I didn't bring enough money."

The boy's reason was very simple and ordinary, "Just a little bit, I can buy a Captain America's shield."

"...that plastic shield at the door?"

Lindell asked, no matter from the workmanship or the color matching, there was a cheap atmosphere, and in his eyes, it was obviously a toy used to deceive children.

"How can you say that!"

The other party puffed up his face: "That's, that's—"

Lindell did not give the other party a chance to continue with the "but".

"I don't want coins in my pocket, do you think these are enough?"

He stuffed the coins into the opponent's hand, and the latter counted them a little, suppressed his voice, and let out a cheer.

"Thank you, sir!"

The kid said, "My name is Philip Coulson...I admire Captain America the most!"

The author has something to say: Modern characters are gradually coming online.

And black people really don't look old.The cast of Fury is almost eighty...

↑Correction, he was born in 48 and is 72 this year. It is not accurate to say that he is almost 70 years old, but he is definitely in his [-]s