The doctor laughed. The young man, as he had imagined, was a man of integrity and a kind heart.
"Well, there have been a lot of big guys in this war, and I think maybe we need a little one now." "I can give you a chance, but it's just a chance."
He turned and lifted the curtain from the compartment, signaling Steve to follow him.
Steve grabbed his clothes and said, "I'll catch it."
"Good." Outside in the physical examination hall, the doctor came to the doctor's desk, picked the seal, and the old-fashioned lamp made everything hazy: "so, Mr. Steve, where the hell are you from?"
Steve was a little embarrassed. He looked aside and whispered, "Brooklyn."
Dr. Erskine, without saying anything, flipped over to the Brooklyn data sheet, stamped it hard, and handed the file to Steve.
"Congratulations, soldier. You're selected."
Steve couldn't bear the joy on his face any longer. His wish was finally realized. Before long, he would be able to put on his uniform and go to the front line to contribute to the end of the unjust war.
The seal on the file is "1A", which is the highest evaluation of the U.S. military recruitment test, which means that he can become any branch of arms, including parachutists and pilots with high requirements.
The doctor walked out with a smile. Naturally, someone would tell Rogers where to report, but it was not the pilot or submarine he imagined.
"Just a moment, doctor." Steve closed the file and held it tightly in his hand. He had another question.
"Well?" Dr. Erskine stopped, turned around and looked at him with a puzzled look. He did use his power to open the back door. But the young man would not be so upright that he would even have to criticize this?
Steve was honest, but not pedantic. He didn't want to do anything bad when he joined the army. Bucky always said that he should know how to be flexible.
For the sake of good purpose and result, the process is not very important, but he still wants to ask whether Mr. Wilson has carried out the operation. After all, I am so conspicuous that I may be reported in the future, which will bring trouble to Mr. Wilson.
"Do you know Mr. Wilson? Wilson's company. "
Dr. Erskine thought with his head tilted, and a strange expression appeared on his face.
"My shampoo and toothpaste are made by Wilson company, and I should be a loyal user of them. Mint flavor is really fresh, but from a personal point of view... I don't know him."
The doctor teased his hair with a smile, put on a confident smile and left, leaving a puzzled face of Steve.
Strange, didn't Mr. Wilson say it was arranged? Isn't the doctor his friend?
He scratched his head and looked around the hall of physical examination. People were in a hurry, and no one even paid attention to him.
Suddenly, he felt that someone was looking at him. The former gendarme did not leave with the doctor. Instead, he laughed at him from a distance, showing the same smile as gin, and then disappeared into the crowd.
Steve understood in an instant that the gendarme was Mr. Wilson's man.
The gendarmerie was a fake. He was the employee of the distillery. Otherwise, how could Dr. Erskine meet Steve?
When Steve went to the recruitment office, the fake gendarme went to Dr. Erskine, who was visiting other places in the venue. He said that the recruitment office found a person who had repeatedly forged information wandering in it. This person may have a unique genetic disease.
As an expert in biology and anthropology, Dr. Erskine naturally attracted interest. He thought that the gendarmerie was from the conscription office, so he followed him and met Steve, who walked slowly in the corridor.
The people in the conscription office thought that the gendarmerie came with the doctor. The doctor's authority was very high. Everyone had to obey his orders when his identity was revealed. Therefore, the fake gendarme swaggered in with him.
The gendarmerie was originally a police officer in charge of other soldiers. Naturally, no one would come to check on him. Su Ming took advantage of the above to play a "two ends mask" and led the doctor and Steve to meet.
After that, the doctor went to get the information, and the gendarme watched Steve, creating the illusion that if you don't want this person, we will capture him.
The doctor listened to Steve's words in the corridor and was moved by his determination to join the army. How could Steve be captured?
So after entering the compartment, the doctor also said thanks to the gendarme for informing himself, otherwise such a person would be wasted.
"Thank you
Even if he had known the answer afterwards, Steve was still shocked by Su Ming's series of tricks. It was a crime to forge his own conscription information. The people in the distillery simply disguised themselves as gendarmes. This was a war period. If he was found out, he would surely have played out.The key is that they really did it, and they did not know what means to lead themselves and the doctor, and successfully enlisted in the army.
Bold plans, ideal results, everything is just right.
I didn't expect that Mr. Wilson did this for himself. Steve was very moved...
in fact, Su Ming's courage was much greater than he thought. Unlike his research waste, the brewery's thugs were all good, all of them were talents, and their words were good.
It's just a basic operation to create a gendarme out of thin air in such a chaotic place. Steve should find a place to sit down, cover his mouth and stop shouting "666".
Soon, a real soldier came up and handed Steve a piece of paper with an address and a date.
"Caspian camp..." Steve had never heard of this place. The unit that recruited him was not the air force or the Navy, but the strategic science Corps mentioned by the doctor just now, and its name was SSR (strategic scientific reserve).
He went back to the Wilson enterprise booth with the newspaper slip and his own files, intending to thank Su Ming for his help. However, he found that Su Ming and Bucky had both left. Only Jos, who had just been promoting products on the booth, was waiting for him at the tables of several people.
He looked as if he had eaten too much, touching his stomach all the time, and he was still saying something.
"Hi, Mr. Jos."
Steve greets him and looks around, hoping to find Bucky.
Like gin, this middle-aged man in a tight sweater is not named Jos. It's just a code name. It's said that the boss wanted to name him Joe, but he said he was afraid of being sprayed with fruit powder. Finally, he was called Jos, with the internal code name of "Master John", or MJ for short.
He doesn't have any special skills. His greatest strength is his eloquence, and his words seem to be very credible. Wilson's enterprise is not small now, so Su Ming asks him to be responsible for external contact and product release.
He came to the top of the class entirely by the look of the real Joe gang leader.
"Hi, Steve, it's done?"
"Yes, I want to thank Mr. Wilson. Where has he been?"
He didn't find anyone familiar with him, except for the people around him who were still savoring all kinds of food.
"The boss just came back from overseas last night, and now he has gone home to rest." With a friendly smile, Jos reached out of his jeans pocket and pulled out a ticket: "this is what he left for you, tonight's train ticket. It's to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Camp Caspian is 70 miles north of Philadelphia's outskirts. There's military personnel to pick you up at the train station."
"How did he know that?" Steve looked surprised. He didn't say it. Did Mr. Wilson buy all the tickets?
This is not a tight layout, is it? This is a miracle.
"Our boss always has a plan."
Jos said with emotion that he was not young enough to work in Wilson's enterprise. Although he was not as early as gin, he joined in the recruitment in 1929. Now he is an old man in the company and is used to the talent of the boss.
Steve was not polite and took the ticket generously. After all, he owed too much gratitude. He just didn't know whether he could successfully come back from the battlefield and serve as the spokesperson for Wilson enterprise?
If he comes back from the battlefield without arms and legs, he is not sure whether Mr. Wilson still needs the endorsement of the disabled, which is not conducive to the brand image. In this era, people with disabilities are still discriminated against...
Steve shakes his head and throws these things out of his brain. The idea is ominous: "what about my friend Bucky?"
Jos showed a vague expression, a face mysteriously raised eyebrows at him: "in order to see him off, the boss contracted the presidential suite of Waldorf hotel for him for one night, and then Bucky took his female companion to" experience the presidential room service "... You know."
OK, Steve got it. I don't think I'll see him off tonight. I just hope he gets on the ship on time tomorrow.
"Well, then I'll go home and pack up. Goodbye, Mr. Jos."
"I wish you a safe return."
Jos responded with a smile, only this sentence is more suitable for those who are going to battle.
Dressed in the starry sky, Rogers came back to his home briskly. He immediately packed his things and rushed to the railway station with great enthusiasm.
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