The Death Knell

It has to be said that because of the exhibition, the recruitment office here is more entertaining than the ones Steve has been to before. Not only are there advanced displays in the corridors playing promotional videos, but there are also many entertainment Something to take a photo with.

For example, a large photo, but there is a hole in the head of the main character, so you can replace your face on it and take photos as a souvenir.

But Steve was too short. He saw everyone else standing in front of the photo and having a great time, so he went up and tried it himself, but unfortunately only the tip of his head was exposed.

Steve shook his head helplessly. He could only gather his mood and continue walking inside to where the official recruitment physical examination was.

"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 were firm, and he was talking to himself as if to cheer himself up. The idea of ​​defeating the *** in his heart would only become stronger, but not extinguished.

Mr. Wilson said that as long as he is himself and sticks to his heart, then it will be okay.

He walked through the crowd in the corridor, his frail body like a boat in the sea, but he was extremely calm.

As everyone knows, a bald old man wearing glasses heard his words not far away, so he secretly stared at 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 anxiously for the military doctor to examine him.

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

The doctor nodded, put down what he was holding and walked out: "Wait here."

"What? What happened?" Steve asked confused.

"Just wait."

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

Steve began to panic, and he noticed that there was also a sign on the wall behind him - it is illegal to falsify military recruitment information.

Has it been discovered?

He remembered what Bucky had warned him, asking him to stop using a false identity to join the army. He said that some tall and strong tattooed men in the prison liked his fair and skinny type, and they would regard him as their Bi. Pool, and then this... that...

He shuddered, as if he could foresee himself being played with like a doll by a group of strong men in a dark place.

He immediately got up from the examination bed and went to find his own shoes to put on. If that didn't work, he would slip away first. In short, he couldn't go in, and he couldn't be someone else's bitch...

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

This is the military police, that is, the police in the military, who are responsible for dealing with illegal activities in the military. After coming in, he stared at Steve expressionlessly.

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

Farewell, Bucky, farewell, Mr. Wilson, farewell, my pure life...

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

"Thanks."

He smiled and spoke to the military policeman, and then the military policeman who had caused Steve a psychological shadow went out without saying a word, which made him sigh in 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 his back and looked at Steve with a smile.

"So..." He took out Steve's recruitment file from behind his back and looked through it casually: "Do you want to go abroad to kill some Nazis?"

Steve was a little confused. Although it was a good thing that the military police left, this old man was a little weird.

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

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

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

"Steven Rogers" Steve shook hands with him politely, while guessing the other person's intention, but at least he was sure that he was not here to send him to prison.

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

"Where are you from?" As if he was worried that he wouldn't understand, Dr. Toto glasses added: "I live in Queens, at the intersection of 73rd and Utopia Street. Before that, I lived in Germany. Do you mind?"

"No, not at all."

"So where do you live, Mr. Rogers? New Haven? Paramus? Five different physicals in five cities..."

"This information may not be correct." Steve struggled to say immediately, his desire to survive was extremely strong.

Dr. Erskine closed the file casually. He knew that the information was correct and that the Strategic Science Corps' intelligence was always accurate.

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

"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. They had brought in all the false files from the past, and the evidence was conclusive and irrefutable.

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

"You haven't answered my question yet. Do you want to kill the nazi?"

Steve frowned: "Is this a test?"

"...Yes." The doctor nodded while observing Steve's face. Under the yellowish light, he still looked that 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! ’, ‘From now on, Japanese can only be heard in hell. ’ Wait for something like this.

Such words are the favorite among the military. The meaning of soldiers' existence is to kill their enemies.

But these passionate words are not his own answer, that is not what he thinks in his heart.

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 words, looked directly into the doctor's eyes, and told him his answer.

"I don't like killing people, I don't like bullets, and I don't care 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.