Chapter 180

I have to say, because of the exhibition, the recruitment office here is more entertaining than Steve has ever been. Not only are there advanced display screens in the corridor playing propaganda films, but also many things for entertaining group photos.

For example, the big picture, but the position of the protagonist's head is a hole, so you can replace your face on it, take pictures and so on.

But Steve was too short. He saw everyone standing in front of the photo and had a good time. He tried it himself. Unfortunately, it only showed the tip of his head.

Steve shook his head helplessly. He could only pick up his mood and continue to walk to the place where the physical examination was officially conducted.

"Countless people have sacrificed their lives for this. I have no right to do less than others. I just need a chance to prove myself..."

his eyes are firm, and he talks to himself as if he is cheering himself up. The idea of overthrowing the party in his heart will only be stronger, but not extinguished.

Mr. Wilson said that as long as he was himself and stuck to his heart, he could.

He walked through the crowd in the corridor. His weak body was like a boat in the sea, but he was very calm.

However, a bald old man with glasses heard him not far away, so he secretly watched him, looked up and down with salty eyes, as if he was very satisfied with him...

after a few minutes, he sat in the clinic, took off his shoes and coat, and anxiously waited for the military doctor to give him a physical examination.

Then a nurse walked into the cubicle and whispered a few words in the doctor's ear.

The doctor nodded, put down what he had in his hand and walked out: "wait here."

"What? What happened? " Steve asked, puzzled.

"Just wait."

The doctor walked out of the room with no expression, and the thick curtain once again cut off Steve's contact with the outside world.

Steve began to get a little flustered, and he noticed that there were signs on the wall behind him - it's illegal to forge information about conscription.

Was it discovered?

He remembered what Barkey had told him to stop using his false identity to join the army. He said that some tall and strong tattooed men in the prison liked his white, tender and small type. They would regard him as their own green pool, and then... That way...

shivering, he seemed to foresee that he would be a doll in a dark place by a group of strong men Playing around like that.

He immediately got up from the examination bed, looked for his shoes and put them on. If he could not, he would slip away first. In short, he could not go in or be someone else's green pool...

however, just as he was packing up his things and preparing to run, the curtain separating the clinic room was lifted, and a strong and tall soldier came in. He was wearing a white helmet, and the black armband on his arm was written with two letters MP letters 。

This is the gendarmerie, that is, the police in the army, who is responsible for dealing with illegal activities in the army. After coming in, he stares at Steve without expression.

Steve huddled up. He felt like he was done.

Goodbye, Bucky, goodbye, Mr. Wilson, goodbye, his pure life...

just as he was thinking wildly, the curtain was lifted again and an old man with glasses came in. He was wearing a brown suit with a faded red sweater inside.

"Thank you."

He spoke to the gendarme with a smile, and then the gendarme, who had cast a psychological shadow on Steve, went out without saying a word, to his relief.

But the old man's eyes were very strange. He looked at himself as if he were looking at some treasure.

He put his hands behind him and looked at Steve with a smile.

"So..." he took out Steve's draft file from behind and looked at it casually: "do you want to go abroad and kill some Nazi?"

Steve was a little confused. Although it was a good thing for the gendarme to leave, the old man was a little eccentric.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand what that means."

The old man closed the file folder, walked up to Steve and held out his hand.

"I'm Dr. Abraham Erskine from the strategic science Corps."

"Steven Rogers" Steve shook hands with him politely, guessing the other party's intentions, but at least not to send himself to prison.

Dr. Erskine nodded, took a few steps aside, opened Steve's file at a small table, and asked, like a chat.

"Where are you from?" As if worried that he didn't understand, Dr. toto glasses added, "I live in Queens, at the intersection of 73th and Utopia street. Before that, I lived in Germany. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all."

"And where do you live, Mr. Rogers? Niu Haiwen? Palamos? Five different physical examinations in five cities.... "

" this information is not necessarily correct. " Steve immediately struggled to say that his desire to survive was extremely strong.Dr. Erskine closed the file. He knew that the information was correct and that the information of the strategic science Corps was always accurate.

The long list of disease names on the file is also true. The patient has tried many times today, risking his arrest and imprisonment.

"No, I don't care about the test report, I just care about the number of times, five times, you tried five times, why?"

"....

Steve was speechless. People brought all the fake files in the past. The evidence is irrefutable.

Dr. Erskine went up to him again and looked into his eyes. There was no hatred in the eyes of the young man, but what drove him to fight?

"You haven't answered my question. Do you want to kill Nazi?"

Steve frowned. "Is this a test?"

"... yes." The doctor nodded and looked at Steve's face. In the yellowish light, he still looked pale.

Steve pondered for a moment, and he should have answered - yes, I want to kill the enemy.

General Halsey in the Pacific also said, "kill little Japan, kill little Japan, kill more small Japan!" "In the future, Japanese can only be heard in hell." Wait a minute.

In this way, they are the favorite in the army. The purpose of soldiers' existence is to kill their enemies.

But these passionate words are not his own answers. His heart doesn't think so.

What he wants is to stop the pain that war brings to people and end the war. Maybe he will kill people, but that is for a better future.

So he shook his head, organized his language, looked the doctor in the eye, and gave him his answer.

"I don't like killing people, I don't like bullets, I don't care where it comes from."

Dr. Erskine pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in a relaxed expression, but Steve didn't know what he meant.

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