The Death Knell

Steve is actually not good at words, and his long-term low self-esteem makes him a little introverted, while Fury is not a talkative person, and the two of them only chatted occasionally along the way.

For some reason, Steve could sense something dark in Fury. His new friend seemed to have been through a lot of things... bad things.

Everyone in the carriage was subconsciously avoiding Fury's gaze, as if he had some infectious disease.

They always glanced at Fury when they spoke, and if Fury was looking at them, their voices would get quieter and quieter until they shut their mouths tightly.

In this weird atmosphere, they arrived at Camp Caspian.

Caspian Camp is built in a forest. It is not small. You can see many people running and training inside. However, if we look at it by the standards of a normal army, there are only one or two companies here, and everything looks empty. of.

"Click."

The baffle at the back of the car was removed, and several soldiers stood underneath. A sergeant was looking at them with serious eyes.

"Gettang, Lochis! Hariapu! Pack Tam!"

Steve was confused. Why are there British troops in the United States? And also of Indian origin? No one can speak American English with this Indian accent...

He won't be the one to train him in the future, right? There's a bit of a communication problem here.

Fortunately, through the 'translation' of other soldiers, the people in the car finally understood the meaning, and it turned out that the rookies were asked to get off the car quickly.

Fury jumped out of the car first, and the others filed out in a loose row.

"Play, spit, though, Buddha...huh?"

The Indian sergeant held the list in one hand and counted the number of people in the other. Suddenly his eyes became sharp. Why is there one person missing?

Then he looked into the car and found Hodge sitting firmly in his seat, his head drooped and motionless...

The Indian was on fire immediately. Hodge's behavior showed that he didn't take him seriously!

I have long heard that Americans are very unfriendly and not as kind as the British nobles towards Indians. Now that I have seen it, it is indeed true!

I hate this kind of racial discrimination the most.

He rushed to the car in one stride. The curry he had eaten for breakfast today made him full of energy. He pulled out the wooden stick from his waist and hit Hodge on the back.

How else could Hodge, who was already unconscious, react? It was nothing more than being knocked to the ground.

The people in the carriage looked away one after another. Under Fury's cold gaze, they turned to chat or whistle toward the sky.

If you listen carefully, someone else is playing Marseillaise.

But the eyes of the soldiers who followed the Indian sergeant were different. They looked at the Indians with admiration, as if they were telling something.

"Congratulations, Sergeant, you killed someone."

The Indian sergeant was also confused. The British had been involved in the war for more than two years, and he had participated in dozens of battles, large and small. Even if he fired desperately on the battlefield, he had never hit a single German.

As a result, I just threw a stick and opened the business today?

Wait, the Americans seem to be allies...

The Indian sergeant dropped the stick, touched Hodge's neck, and breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that he had passed out.

And he seemed to have passed out before he could do anything.

Then there is only one truth...other people in the car knocked him unconscious!

Didn't you expect that? Americans, the British Empire has famous books like Sherlock Holmes, and I was able to read through the illustrated version when I was 20 years old!

"Who does it look like? Who did it look like?"

The sergeant who saw through the truth jumped out of the car, walked in front of a row of people, and squinted his eyes to observe them one by one.

Of course, Steve was ruled out first, which was impossible no matter how you looked at it.

Fury walked out on his own initiative. The task assigned to him had been completed. Although he didn't understand what was so special about this little man, the agent didn't need to ask why.

"it's me."

The Indian officer looked at him and then at the crowd. Someone quietly nodded desperately behind Fury. It seemed like that was it.

"Are you very tired and good at beating?"

"Of course." Fury stood straight and looked forward, replying calmly.

The Indian sergeant circled Fury, looking him up and down, stroking his beard and tugging at the turban on his head.

"Okay, the geese will get tired of this, Foloumi..."

Fury turned to look at Steve, nodded slightly, and followed the Indians, crossing the playground and disappearing into a certain barracks.

The other soldiers sent Hodge to the infirmary, and then took everyone to the barracks on the other side of the playground, giving them cabinets and beds.

"There are your military uniforms in the cabinet. Wear them tomorrow. Meet at the training ground at 7 a.m. Dismiss!"

The soldier left after saying these words. Steve put down his luggage and immediately went out to look for Fury, but Fury seemed to have evaporated and disappeared.

He returned to the barracks and waited, but until Hodge came back, Fury still didn't come back.

Hotch didn't dare to provoke Steve. After all, there was no telling when the black guy would come back. The black guy looked like he had a life in his hands, and his eyes made people feel scared.

Steve lay on the hard bed and fell asleep without realizing it. He was so tired that he didn't wake up until it was almost time to gather the next day.

They put on their military uniforms and waited on the playground. Steve was thinking that if the training officer was still the same Indian as yesterday, he would have to ask where Fury was.

After all, Fury did it for his own sake. Even if he had to be punished, they should both be punished together.

But the person he was waiting for was not an Indian.

"Recruits, stand at attention!" A clear voice sounded, and a very beautiful and sexy tall woman wearing a women's military uniform walked into their sight: "I am Agent Carter, I am in charge of everything in your team."

"What's the matter with your accent? Queen Victoria's accent?" Hotch smiled and twisted his lips. When he saw a beautiful woman, he couldn't help but want to tease her.

"Your name, soldier."

Peggy stopped and looked at him calmly. She had seen too many such self-righteous men.

"Gilmore Hodge, Her Majesty the Queen."

He moved his chin and replied frivolously.

"Come out, Soldier Hodge." Peggy pointed in front of her: "Take your right foot forward."

"What, are we going to wrestle?" Hotch winked at her and moved closer according to her words: "I know many positions that will definitely make you happy."

However, before he could turn around to show off his joke to his teammates, Peggy Carter punched him in the face, knocking him unconscious.

Maybe it was the old injury from yesterday that was triggered again, maybe Agent Carter really exerted too much force, but Steve pressed his lips hard and managed not to laugh.

This Hodge was so mean-mouthed that he was knocked unconscious twice in two days.

"Agent Carter!"

At this time, a jeep drove up and an officer got out of it, calling Peggy's name loudly.

Peggy quickly turned around, straightened her clothes and hair, and saluted the visitor.

"Colonel Philip."

A white man, probably in his fifties, walked over, with long, vigorous steps in front of everyone. He turned over the matter lightly.

"I saw you exchanging feelings with our candidate as soon as I came here. I'm very happy." He looked at Hotch who was foaming on the ground and felt a little sick: "Medic! Take this man away and repair him properly. Hit his mouth!"