[Zhongyingmei] Goblin Detective

In the forests of New Guinea, Agent Coulson felt his heart beating louder than the birdsong in the woods.The opportunity to go out on a mission with Captain America is unique. After he returns this time, he will probably be cast with envy by the entire team.

"Hi, captain."

Another familiar face appeared from behind Coulson and waved at him: "Do you remember me?"

"It's impossible to forget, Duggan."

Steve laughed. "It's good to see you, my old friend."

"But how did you manage to keep from aging? Let me guess... Could it be that you used drugs similar to Fury's?"

"It was around the time of the paperclip project, and there was a Dr. Zola who helped out a little bit."

Dugan rubbed the back of his head: "It's a bit embarrassing. Lindell got mad at me at the time, but being able to see you also made me feel like I'm earning some money after such boring work."

"Lindell? It's hard to imagine him being angry."

Steve asked curiously, "Can you tell me about his experiences over the years?"

There is no way to drive in the jungle. Except for Tony who can fly in the sky, all of them have to trek on the ground honestly. Although this place is a paradise for wild animals, it is not for people. So friendly, everyone can only talk about some light topics to pass the boredom in the forced march.

"He, uh..."

Dugan racked his brains and thought about it. Most of the content related to Lindell revolves around the work of S.H.I.E.L.D., and this kind of work is dangerous enough in the eyes of most people, it is really not a pleasant topic, so He can only pick up less important places and say: "He once wanted to take a helicopter pilot's license."

"Oh?"

The US team was really interested.

"Helicopters are harder to fly than fixed wing planes, you know when you don't have a job you want to have some fun with yourself...I remember him learning a different language, basically to the point where he can communicate fluently , but those are basically the teachers that the mutant who ran the school asked someone to find, and then one day he found me when he wanted to learn how to fly an airplane."

Dugan covered his mouth and smiled: "At that time, I thought there was nothing this guy was not good at in this world, and he didn't want to drive a simulator for ground training first."

"The results of it?"

Steve was a good and cooperative listener.

"He took a cursory look at how Howard was driving, and confidently told us that the goblin's memory would not forget any details..."

"—and ended up losing a helicopter for nothing, probably the biggest expense he's ever spent in years, and it made Howard laugh for months."

As a result, Dugan suddenly realized that he seemed to have said something more. Howard Stark was already a figure in their memory. At that time, few people thought of this outstanding founder anymore.

The atmosphere fell silent again.

In fact, it wasn’t just Howard Stark. Over the years, Lindell had sent away countless acquaintances, and the entire Roaring Commando back then was only left with those who survived by special means.

"It seems that I have slept too long."

Steve frowned and smiled: "If I woke up earlier—"

If he woke up earlier, he might be able to participate more in his life.For those scenes of trekking alone in the huge human world, and the stories of fighting alone on the battlefield, Steve is quite aware that with Lindell's strength, it may be difficult to have any "difficult struggle" life experience, and as a long-lived creature, he should It's not easy to feel lonely, but even so, he still feels that he is missing a lot of content that he "should be involved in".

Seeing that the atmosphere had turned gloomy, Coulson immediately started to bring up the topic: "Speaking of which, the first time I saw him was when I was about ten years old... At that time, I couldn't even imagine that one day I would be able to talk to him. Cap, you come out to carry out the task together."

With these nostalgic expressions, he was a little embarrassed: "I met him in the exhibition hall of World War II."

"—has he been there?"

Steve was a little surprised, but after being surprised, he felt that it was normal. It was not surprising that something happened in 70 years.

"Well, I didn't have enough money with me at that time, and he helped me pay for the missing part before I successfully bought the peripherals. The little toy I bought at that time is still in my house."

"Did you talk about anything?"

"Well, I thought he was a fan of yours at the time, so I asked him if he also liked Captain America."

Coulson laughed: "I didn't expect that guy to really know you, and you have such a good relationship - he was the least photo among the group photos left at the beginning, and his appearance is different from the current appearance, so I didn't recognize you at all. .”

Originally, this conversation was supposed to end after everyone was happy with each other, but the veterans who returned from World War II were particularly stubborn in this regard.

"How did he answer?"

he asked.

Coulson scratched his head in embarrassment: "Actually, that happened when I was ten years old. Cap, you must know that human memory is not as good as that of elves..."

"I know you remember."

Steve is terribly sensitive to this kind of detail: "You go into such detail about your meeting with Lyndell that it's impossible to forget the conversation that follows."

Staring at him from those blue eyes that only appeared in childhood hero stickers, Coulson admitted that no one could lie to such a person.

But after all, they have been friends from birth to death for so many years, and they have a close relationship with the army since childhood. It is understandable that they do not worship Steve Rogers as "Captain America" ​​like ordinary people, presumably Captain America probably wouldn't care that much...

Coulson spoke cautiously.

"He said he didn't like it."

The team marched silently for more than half an hour, and the person walking in the front was still immersed in the bleak atmosphere and couldn't extricate himself.

Coulson and Clint exchanged sign language, winked and communicated why Captain America was suddenly so vicious today without making too much noise.

"The relationship between the two of them is already so good that it couldn't be better. To be honest, he can't force Lindell to act like a goblin like those star-chasing girls..."

Clint waved his arm and gestured: "—Like that, hold the bouquets in the hands of the cheerleaders in the audience during the basketball game, and keep that kind of vigor, right?"

"He still has the protection given by Lindell before he left! That guy only took care of the captain eccentrically, neither Natasha nor I!"

The man with the bow and arrow on his back complained indignantly: "There are enough small groups in the Avengers!"

Coulson imagined Lindell cheering for Steve Rogers in the basketball game in the auditorium with a cheerleading bouquet in his hand, and shivered vigorously: "My suggestion is that you hurry up Lindell can read other people's emotions, and I definitely don't want you to have some messy content in your mind every time you see him."

This was simply the scariest picture he had ever imagined today.

"But they almost grew up together. Except for Barnes, Lindell is already the person the captain knows who has been in contact with him the longest."

Coulson also found it very puzzling: "The relationship between the two of them is so good."

In short, Coulson felt that it was his own responsibility to make the American team feel bad, but he told several jokes in a row after that, but it didn't make the situation better. Even Clint called your jokes to make me I feel a little cold.

As for Steve, who has been silent all the time, even beating Hydra members seems to be more serious than usual-you really can't let him distinguish clearly in advance, the kind of love that fans worship idols and the kind of love that he understands are completely different. Not the same thing.

He had already inquired about the most reliable place to buy a ring—this was part of a human oath, and although it seemed a little too thin without magic power as a guarantee, it was still the most effective oath he could make (swear ).

But Lindell—

After all, he is different from human beings.

S.H.I.E.L.D., on the way to the hub branch.

"Although it is a routine inspection, the captain and the others are not here now, so I still have to trouble Mr. Lindell to accompany you."

Detective Kevin, who was in charge of driving, explained: "After all, Mr. Banner...he himself would prefer to have someone close enough to control the Hulk."

"I'm fine."

Lindell took the seat belt through his body and buckled it into the seat belt socket of the car: "But if you suddenly adjust the time of routine inspection, won't you feel that there is a sudden increase in work?"

"It's a decision made by the technical department. Field agents of our level are just helping."

The little detective replied while driving, and Lindell's bored eyes were reflected in the rearview mirror: "Their work over there will not fail to connect, after all, there is a very powerful artificial intelligence big data or something... I I don’t know much about these, probably Dr. Banner may know a little more than I do.”

Banner sat next to Lindell, and when he heard them chatting about this topic, he also explained it: "It is an intelligent algorithm center left over from the last century and capable of self-renewal and iteration. Its functions are very It is powerful and can accurately evaluate a person's past based on the information that has been entered. It is said that many video sites now push users' favorite videos and use similar methods to replace them."

"Is that the algorithm that makes cats and dogs all over the homepage of my video site after watching a pet video?"

Lindell looked particularly disgusted: "I remember that I used my shopping account to order two sets of ratchet components for Tony a few years ago, as well as some Japanese-made parts, which resulted in a lot of unnamed tools. The homepage of ’s website was completely occupied, and it took a long time to change back to the original state of pushing desserts.”

This algorithm does not sound very smart.

"Ahaha, S.H.I.E.L.D. must not be using such an inferior version."

Banner smiled: "Even those of us who used to be in academia have heard of it. It is said that it is called the 'Zola Algorithm'... Do you know this person?"

The good memory of the goblin allowed Lindell to react quickly, and he said very disgustedly: "I know, that person and Howard were colleagues for a while, but when I came back from Vietnam, he was already dying, and he should He died in a few years."

The cause is cancer, a disease that tends to appear in humans in later life.

Dr. Zola's technology allowed Dugan to survive, but this lifestyle once made Lindell feel disapproved. After the other party suffered from cancer, Lindell didn't visit the doctor very much, but he heard a little bit about it from Howard. The condition of a person in old age.I heard that he flatly rejected those cancer treatment plans. It can be said that his passion for survival is quite weak, and he accepted his death very calmly.

"As if it wasn't such a big deal."

Howard was obviously confused in his emotions at the time: "I don't think he is usually so indifferent to life and death?"

"Probably because the important work has been completed."

Jarvis was still with Howard at that time, he deduced so.

Later, Dr. Zola’s story quickly turned, but the algorithm he left seems to be working for S.H.I.E.L.D. even now. In recent years, in order to improve the calculation ability in the central control room, a brand new supercomputer.

"How does that compare to Stark's artificial intelligence?"

Lindell was a little curious: "Which one is more powerful?"

"Then I'm not sure."

Banner touched the bridge of his nose and said, "In fact, I haven't really touched such a core thing, I just heard about it."

The physical examination process is the same as always.

There are a series of sensor patches on Banner's arm. After staying here for a long time, even he himself has already figured out most of the inspection equipment here-based on his own PhDs, Banner judges that relying solely on this This detection method is not enough to understand Hulk's secret.

But his attitude is still cooperative, and he treats it as a free medical examination.

"Please also give me a copy of the report that will be issued later to see if the levels of cholesterol and alanine aminotransferase have increased recently. I feel that I haven't exercised well in the past few years."

He pretended to complain to the technicians in white coats beside him: "Even if I just ride a bicycle, I worry about whether I will have a heart arrhythmia and transform."

The S.H.I.E.L.D. employee in charge of the centrifuged blood sample said with some embarrassment: "We will try our best to analyze it..."

Banner encouraged without expectations: "I wish you all the best, come on."

Lindell and Banner are separated by a tempered glass door. Since the last time Hulk lost control for no reason, there have been Lindell, Bucky or Natasha within a radius of 20 meters around Bruce Banner. One of the people, most of the remaining candidates are not in the United States. Bucky has not yet learned to control his own strength, and the attack is a bit indifferent, so he is the only one who can help here.

Sitting next to him was Detective Kevin, who was opening the card draw interface of the mobile game. After a single draw, the screen shone with golden light, and it was another SSR.

"In terms of incentives, it's weird, right?"

The S.H.I.E.L.D. employee responsible for analyzing Banner's special situation is a beautiful woman who has become an expert in the field of biochemistry at a young age. She holds a thick stack of Bruce Banner's tests in her hand. The report, which is an integrated version of all previous physical examinations: "Different organisms have different resistance to radiation. The radiation dose of 450 roentgens has reached half the lethal dose of human beings. If this dose reaches 600 roentgens, then In this radiation environment, the human mortality rate can reach almost 100%."

"what do you mean?"

The other party is a pure researcher, and belongs to the type with no other distractions, so Lindell is also willing to chat with her a few more words.

"Generally speaking, in terms of radiation resistance, mice are stronger than monkeys, monkeys are stronger than humans, and in the human group, the radiation resistance of minors is obviously better than that of adults. But this biological There are exceptions to the general rule in the world, for example, after being exposed to 18 roentgens of radiation, the life span of parasitic wasps increased instead of decreased.”

The research on radiation is still a brand-new field full of mysteries, and Bruce Banner is full of various impossibilities.

"Mr. Banner's body does not show any signs of radiation sickness. Generally speaking, people who are exposed to that dose of neutrons and gamma rays may even face whole-body chromosomal fragmentation and DNA fragmentation."

Just like the victims of the Chernobyl nuclear power plant accident, although this kind of severe radiation sickness will not kill people on the spot, they will face the dilemma that the cells cannot be replaced at all. From the start of granulocytes, until the skin that originally needs to be replaced every 28 days, the patient will die in extreme pain for dozens of days.

"Well, thanks to your research, I also found a new place to go."

The man wrapped in various instruments shrugged his shoulders, and even moved the transmission line on his body: "Maybe I can go to Chernobyl to live in seclusion after I can't stay here any longer."

He was right. With the consent of Banner himself, the laboratory also tried to use small doses of radiation to partially irradiate Banner himself, but the result was—no results, as an ordinary person Judging from his physical fitness, he is still in a mess.

"Anyway, that's pretty lucky."

The little detective puffed out one side of his cheek and sighed: "After all, compared to dying like that after getting radiation sickness, this result is already very good."

"You're right to say that, people still have to learn to have fun with themselves."

Banner took off the sensor on his body and put on his coat again: "This is a 0% survival rate."

If this is the case, then at least you can rest assured that this power cannot be copied——

There was a bang, followed by sirens from the entire hall.

"The Slingshot Division monitors the ground intelligence from the satellite!"

The little detective jumped up from his chair and took out his mobile phone to show Lindell: "Now, on the streets of Long Island, there is a red one that looks very similar to the Hulk—"

And right now, the Avengers Mansion happens to be empty of active members.

The author has something to say: the US team at this time: he doesn't like me quq