The Death Knell

The doctor smiled. This young man was just as he imagined, an upright man with a kind heart.

"Well, there have been many big men involved in this war, and I think maybe we need a little man now." The doctor said in a calm tone, and also made a little joke: "I can give you a An opportunity, but it’s just an opportunity.”

He turned around and lifted the curtain of the cubicle, motioning for Steve to follow him.

Steve grabbed his clothes and replied hastily: "I'll catch it."

"Very good." In the physical examination hall outside, the doctor came to the doctor's desk and picked out seals. The old-fashioned desk lamp made everything hazy: "So Mr. Steve, where are you from?"

Steve was a little embarrassed. He looked to the side and whispered, "Brooklyn."

Dr. Erskine said "Hmm" without saying anything. He turned to the Brooklyn information sheet, stamped it with force, and handed the file into Steve's hands.

"Congratulations, soldier, you were selected."

The joy on Steve's face could no longer be suppressed. His wish finally came true. Soon, he would be able to put on a military uniform and go to the front line to contribute to ending unjust wars.

The seal on the file is '1a', which is the highest rating in the US Army's enlistment test, which means he can become any branch of the military, including high-demand branches such as paratroopers and pilots.

The doctor walked out with a smile. Someone would naturally tell Rogers where to report afterwards, but it was definitely not the pilot or submariner he imagined.

"Doctor, please wait a moment." Steve closed the file and held it tightly in his hand. He still had a question.

"Huh?" Dr. Erskine stopped and turned around to look at him with a puzzled expression. He had indeed used his power to open the back door, but this young man wouldn't be honest enough to criticize even this. ?

Steve is indeed upright, but not pedantic. He didn't do anything bad when he joined the army. Bucky often said that he needs to be flexible.

For good purposes and results, the process is not really important, but he still wants to ask if Mr. Wilson performed the operation. After all, I am too conspicuous like this, and I am afraid that I will be reported in the future and cause trouble to Mr. Wilson.

"Excuse me, do you know Mr. Wilson? The guy from Wilson Enterprises."

Dr. Erskine tilted his head and thought for a moment, with a strange expression on his face.

"My shampoo and toothpaste are both produced by Wilson Enterprises. I should be considered a loyal user of them. The mint flavor is indeed very refreshing, but from a personal point of view... I don't know him."

The doctor smiled and flipped up the few hairs he had left, put on a confident smile and turned away, leaving Steve with a puzzled look.

Strange, didn’t Mr. Wilson say that it was arranged? Wasn't the Doctor his friend?

He scratched his head and looked around the physical examination hall. People were walking in a hurry, and no one even paid attention to him, a small man.

Suddenly, he felt someone looking at him. It turned out that the military policeman did not follow the doctor away, but smiled at him from a distance, showing the same smile as Gin, and then disappeared into the crowd.

Steve instantly understood that this military policeman was the one arranged by Mr. Wilson.

This military policeman is fake and is simply an employee of the winery. Otherwise, how could it be so convenient for Dr. Erskine to meet Steve?

When Steve walked to the recruitment office, the fake military police went to Dr. Erskine, who was visiting elsewhere at the venue, and said that the recruitment office had found a person wandering inside who had repeatedly falsified information. This person may have a unique personality. genetic disease.

As an expert in biology and anthropology, Dr. Erskine was naturally interested. He thought the military police were from the military recruitment office, so he followed him and happened to meet Steve who was walking slowly in the corridor.

As for the people at the recruitment office, they thought that the military policeman was following the doctor. The doctor had very high authority. Once his identity was revealed, everyone had to obey his orders, so the fake military policeman followed him in without hesitation.

The military police are originally military police who manage other soldiers. Naturally, no one will come to check him. Su Ming used the above to play a trick of "double-mindedness" and led the doctor and Steve to meet.

What happened next was that the doctor went to get the information, and the military police went to keep an eye on Steve, giving the doctor the illusion that if you don't want this person, we will arrest him.

The doctor listened to Steve's words in the corridor and was moved by his determination to join the army. How could it be possible for Steve to be captured?

So after entering the compartment, the doctor also said thank you to the military policeman for notifying him, otherwise such a talent would be wasted.

"thank you!"

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Even though he knew the answer afterwards, Steve was still shocked by Su Ming's series of tricks. Forging military recruitment information was already a crime. The people at the winery simply pretended to be military police. This was during the war. If he was discovered, It's definitely over.

The key is that they really did it, and somehow connected themselves with the doctor and successfully enlisted in the army.

Bold plan, ideal results, everything is arranged just right.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Wilson would do this for himself, and Steve was very touched...

In fact, Su Ming was much more courageous than he thought. Unlike the scientific research wastes under him, the thugs in the winery were all good. They were all talented people and they spoke nicely.

Conjuring a military police officer out of thin air in such a chaotic place is just a basic operation. Steve should quickly find a place to sit down now, cover his mouth and stop shouting '666'.

Soon, a real soldier came over and handed Steve a piece of paper with an address and the date of the report.

"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 that the doctor just mentioned, and it was signed SSR.

He took the newspaper strips and his files and returned to the Wilson Enterprises booth to thank Su Ming for his help. However, he found that Su Ming and Bucky had already left. Only Jos, who was still promoting products at the booth just now, was among the original few people. Waiting for him on the table.

He looked like he had eaten too much and was touching his belly and mumbling something.

"Hi, Mr. Joes."

Steve greeted him while looking around, hoping to find Bucky.

Like Gin, this middle-aged man in a tight sweater is not called Joes. It is just a code name. It is said that the boss originally wanted to name him Joe, but because he was afraid of being sprayed by fruit fans, he finally called him Joe. Si, the internal code name is 'Qiao Gangzhu', or mj for short.

He didn't have any special skills. His biggest strength was that he could speak well, and everything he said seemed very credible. Wilson Enterprises was now quite large, so Su Ming put him in charge of external liaison, product launches and other matters.

He rose to the position entirely by looking exactly like the real Gang Leader Qiao.

"Hey Steve, are you done?"

"Yes, I would like to thank Mr. Wilson. Where is he?"

Except for the people around him who were still savoring various foods, he didn't find anyone familiar.

"The boss just came back from overseas last night, and he has gone home to rest now." Jos showed a friendly smile, reached out and took out a ticket from his jeans pocket: "This is what he left for you, tonight's train ticket. Leading to Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Camp Lehigh is just 70 miles north of the outskirts of Philadelphia, and military personnel will pick you up at the train station."

"How did he know?" Steve looked surprised. Did Mr. Wilson buy all the tickets before he said anything?

Isn’t this a strict layout? This is simply a miraculous display.

"Our boss always has a plan."

Jos said with emotion that he had been working at Wilson Enterprises for many years. Although he was not as early as Gin, he joined in 1929 during the recruitment period. Now he is considered an old man in the company and is accustomed to the boss's genius.

Steve was not polite and accepted the ticket generously. After all, he owed too many favors. He just didn't know if he could come back from the battlefield smoothly and be the spokesperson for Wilson Enterprises?

If he came back from the battlefield with missing arms and legs, he was not sure whether Mr. Wilson still needed the endorsement of a disabled person. That would not be good for the brand image. In this era, there is still great discrimination against disabled people...

Steve shook his head, shaking these things out of his mind. This thought was a little ominous: "What about my friend Bucky?"

Joss showed a cryptic expression and raised his eyebrows at him mysteriously: "In order to see him off, the boss booked him the presidential suite at the Waldorf Astoria Hotel for a night, and then Bucky took his female companion there... ....'Experience presidential room service'...you know."

Okay, Steve understands. It seems that there is no need to see him off tonight. I just hope that he can catch the ship on time tomorrow.

"Okay, then I should go home and pack my things. Goodbye, Mr. Joes."

"I wish you a safe return."

Joss responded with a smile. Only this sentence is more suitable for people who are about to go to the battlefield.

Covered in starlight, Rogers returned to his home briskly. He immediately packed his things and rushed to the train station with great interest.