The Death Knell

I have to say that because of the exhibition, the conscription office here is also more entertaining than Steve’s previous visits. Not only are there advanced screens in the corridors to play promotional videos, but there are also many for entertainment. Something for a group photo.

　　 Such as the kind of large-scale photo, but the position of the protagonist's head is a hole, so that you can replace your face on it, take pictures and so on.

　　But Steve is too short. He saw everyone standing in front of the photo and having fun, he went up and tried it himself, but it only showed the tip of his head.

　　 Steve shook his head helplessly. He could only pack up his mood and continue to the place where the official recruitment medical examination was made.

　　 "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..."

　　 He has a firm gaze, muttering to himself as if to cheer himself up, the idea of ​​knocking down * in his heart will only become stronger, but not extinguished.

　　 Mr. Wilson said that as long as he is himself and sticks to his heart, then it is all right.

　　 He passed through the crowd in the corridor, his weak body was like a flat boat in the ocean, but he was very calm.

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

　　 A few minutes later, he sat in the consulting room, took off his shoes and coat, and waited nervously for the medical examination.

　　 At this time, a nurse walked into the cubicle and whispered a few words in the doctor's ear.

　　 The doctor nodded, put down the things in his hands and walked out: "Wait here."

　　 "What? Did something happen?" Steve asked puzzledly.

　　 "Just wait."

　　 The doctor walked out of the consulting room expressionlessly, the thick curtain once again isolated Steve from the outside world.

　　 Steve started to panic. He noticed that there were signs on the wall behind him that it was illegal to fake conscription information.

Was 　　 discovered?

He remembered Bucky’s warning to stop him from joining the army with a false identity. He said that some tall, strong tattooed men in the prison liked his white, tender and thin type, and they would treat him as their own. Pool, then this...that...

　　 shuddered, he seemed to have foreseen that he was being manipulated like a doll by a group of strong men in a dark place.

　　 He immediately got up from the examination bed and went to look for his own shoes to put on. If it doesn’t work, just slip away first. Anyway, he can’t go in or be someone else’s bitch...

　　 However, just as he was packing his things and preparing to run away, the curtain of the partitioning room opened and a strong and tall soldier walked in. He was wearing a white helmet and the black armband on his arm had the letters MP written on it.

　　 This is the military police, that is, the police in the army, which is responsible for handling illegal activities in the army. After entering, he stared at Steve blankly.

　　 Steve suddenly shrank into a ball, and he felt like he was finished.

　　Goodbye, Bucky, goodbye, Mr. Wilson, goodbye, my own pure life...

　　 Just as he was thinking about it, the curtain opened again, and an old man with glasses walked in. He was wearing a brown suit with a faded red sweater inside.

　　 "Thank you."

　　 He smiled and talked to the military police, and then the military police who had cast a psychological shadow on Steve went out without saying a word, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.

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

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

　　 "So..." He took out Steve's conscription file from behind and looked through it casually: "You want to go abroad to kill some Nazi?"

　　 Steve is a little confused. Although it is a good thing for the military police to leave, the old man is a little weird.

　　 "Sorry, I don't quite understand what this means."

　　 The old man closed the file folder, walked in front of Steve, and stretched out his hand.

　　 "I am Dr. Abraham Erskine from the Strategic Science Corps."

　　 "Steven Rogers" Steve shook hands politely with him, and at the same time guessed what the other party was coming from, but at least he was definitely not here to send himself to prison.

　　 Dr. Erskine nodded, walked a few steps to the side, opened Steve's file on the small table, and asked like a small chat.

　　 "Where are you from?" As if worried that he would not understand, Dr. Toto Glasses added: "I live in Queens, at the intersection of 73th and Utopia Street. Before that, I live in Germany. Would you mind?"

　　 "No, not at all."

　　 "Then where do you live, Mr. Rogers? Niu Haven? Palamos? Five different medical examinations in five cities..."

　　 "This information may not be correct." Steve struggling immediately, his desire to survive is extremely strong.

　　 Dr. Erskine closed the file easily. He knew that this information was correct and that the Strategic Science Corps intelligence had always been accurate.

The long list of disease names on the file is also true. This patient has really tried many times today, risking being arrested and imprisoned~www.NovelMTL.com~No, I don’t care about the test report, I I just care about the number of times. Five times. You tried five times. Why? "

　　"..."

　　 Steve was speechless, and they brought all the previous fake files. The evidence is conclusive and irresistible.

　　 Dr. Erskine walked in front of him again and looked into his eyes. There was no hatred in this young man's eyes, but what drove him to go to the battlefield?

　　 "You haven't answered my question yet, do you want to kill Nazi?"

　　 Steve frowned: "Is this a test?"

　　 "...Yes." The doctor nodded, while observing Steve's face. Under the yellow light, he was still pale.

　　 Steve pondered for a moment, and logically, he should answer—yes, I want to kill the enemy.

　　 General Halsey in the Pacific also said: ‘Kill little Japan, kill little Japan, kill more little Japan! ’, ‘In the future, Japanese can only be heard in hell. ’Wait for that.

　　 Such words are the favorite in the army, and the meaning of soldiers' existence is to kill their own enemies.

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

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

　　 So he shook his head, organized the language, looked directly into the doctor's eyes, and told him his answer.

　　 "I don't like killing, nor do I like bullets, let alone where it comes from."

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