If we don’t drive them into hell, it will be hell’s turn to swallow us - Alexander V. Suvorov (Count Remnik, a famous military strategist, strategist, commander, and one of the founders of Russian military scholarship.)
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"Surprised?"
An old white man with white hair came out, wearing gloves in his hand, grabbing a pan, and with a smile, he used a shovel in his other hand to flip the fried eggs inside, and showed a smile: "I hope this old man doesn't
Scare you."
Edward smiled, and the tempting smell of fried eggs reached his nose, causing his saliva secretion to increase slightly: "Well, I must be very surprised..."
Countless pictures appeared in his mind to imagine what kind of person the SHIELD BOOS in front of him was. Majesty, dictatorial, bad-tempered, and even good at talking, but he really didn't expect that he turned out to be...
So ordinary, so ordinary that he almost didn't know what to say.
"It doesn't matter. Many people are surprised when they see me."
The old man was wearing ordinary clothes, which looked as if he had purchased them casually at a roadside shop. They even did not match his body that was thin due to old age. It swayed as he walked around, and he was obviously a few sizes too big.
"General, my mission is accomplished."
Coles on the side bowed slightly and said respectfully: "If there is nothing else, I will go down first." His expression was very respectful, and he did not look down upon the old man in front of him because he was like an ordinary person.
“Well done!”
He smiled softly, placed the pan in his hand on the gas stove not far away, nodded kindly to Coles and said: "Little Coles, very good." He patted Coles's hand.
shoulder, brushing off the non-existent dust for him: "Your grandfather and father will be proud of you."
"Thank you for the compliment." Coles bit his lower lip. In front of the old man in front of him, he seemed to have lost the poise of an adult. Looking at his silver-white hair, he hesitated for a while before saluting and twisted.
Turn around and leave quickly.
"He is a good boy." Looking at the door slowly closing, the old man shook his head slightly, put down his gloves, and took over the fried eggs: "It's a pity that his grandfather and father both died in the battle to defend the earth.
On the battlefield, I don’t want him to continue to fight and die like his family.”
"May God bless them..."
Edward had a slight surprise in his eyes, pursed his lips, and sighed softly with some emotion: "A true warrior dares to face any reality, even if it is full of thorns, he is fearless."
"His family has sacrificed everything for the safety of the earth."
The old man nodded, divided the omelette into two portions, and brought it to Edward: "Just like this plate of omelette, if it weren't for his family, I'm afraid our earth would be cut open and eaten like this plate of omelette.
The old man shook his head in a funny way: "I'm afraid it might be even worse than this..."
"Thank you, General."
Edward took the plate of fried eggs with both hands and placed it on the table in front of him. Although there were knives and forks beside his hands, he did not start eating. He just stared at the old man in front of him, because Edward found that the more he observed, the more
It was impossible to observe him clearly, it was like a layer of mist shrouded him.
"Don't be so outspoken, just call me old Charlie."
The old man waved his hand, picked up the knife and fork and ate the omelette gently. His tone was amiable, just like the grandfather next door, giving tolerant care to his children: "General is just a position, not my whole life."
"Oh, by the way, look at my memory."
Old Charlie suddenly smiled, finished the omelette on the plate in three bites, wiped his mouth and said to Edward: "Wait a minute, I'll get you your ID." He stood up and patted his forehead.
: “As I get older, some things tend to get left behind.”
"So fast?"
Edward was slightly stunned, a little surprised by the efficiency of SHIELD. You must know that no matter which country it is, the efficiency of certain government aspects is always lax and low.
Old Charlie turned his head slightly, smiled and waved his hand: "No, no, this is prepared just for you, little Edward."
He took out his ID from the drawer, walked over and handed it to Edward. At about 1.7 meters tall, he was obviously more than a head shorter than Edward, but he still raised his head slightly and put it in his hand like an old man: "Yours
Superpowers can benefit mankind, and I have great expectations for you."
"I……"
Edward wanted to speak, but old Charlie interrupted him: "I know you have doubts, but I would rather give you a task." He waved his hand, indicating to Edward to listen to him first: "In the Bering Strait
, satellites discovered that inexplicable troops are gathering in Siberia, Russia."
Looking at the blue sky outside the window, old Charlie took a deep breath, turned to look at Edward and said: "The Transformers are gathering and are ready to go on combat missions. I think you should already know about them."
"Of course, Nice is a very powerful Transformer." Edward nodded. He discovered that at this moment, old Charlie was not the old man before, but a thinking general, a real general!
"Just go with them, and then when you get to the Bering Strait, the commander there will make arrangements for you." Old Charlie stroked his chest and returned to that kind old man: "You won't blame me, an old man, for being so stupid now."
Arrange a task for you?"
"No, I'd love to!"
Edward took a deep breath and nodded in reply. "Call of Duty" can only gain points by relying on war and life. Although he doesn't know what race he is fighting against, Edward is not afraid because this game system is almost based on war.
Keep fighting!
"I'm glad you can accept it." Old Charlie patted Edward's arm, with a slightly serious look on his face, and warned: "I understand that you were a gang member, but remember, the battlefield is not comparable to a gang fight.
"
Edward nodded and listened patiently to old Charlie's nagging. I don't know why, but when facing old Charlie, he really didn't have even the slightest bit of wariness. It was as if he had met the old man in his previous life. There was something ordinary, but
But it has a unique temperament that is different from ordinary people.
"Thank you...really!" Edward thanked him in a low voice. Although he was now 32 years old, a feeling of being recognized still flowed in his heart, which moved him a little.
"Okay, little Edward, I'm going to take a lunch break."
Old Charlie nodded at him and clapped his hands, as if to cheer him up: "You know, when people get old, they must have enough sleep." He said, and walked to the bedroom: "Oh,
There are still a lot of things for me to deal with tonight."
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SHIELD responded quickly. When Edward came out of Old Charlie's, someone came to him and arranged a temporary house for him, as well as a check worth three million U.S. dollars, which made Edward very satisfied.
S.H.I.E.L.D.’s post-event arrangements and rich benefits.
"Hey, Mr. Edward!" Coles came out of the house with a face of surprise. Looking at Edward's astonished face, he gave him a hug: "I really didn't expect you to come to my house."
"Well…"
Edward looked at the note in his hand doubtfully, which read "House 32, Cream Pie Road". Then he looked at the house number next to Coles. Combined with the "Cream Pie Road" he had seen before, he finally understood what he was talking about.
People are indeed the people they want to stay in for a while.
"Nice to meet you! Coles!"
Edward also gave Coles a hug, but he was really not used to this kind of greeting custom in the United States. As a 32-year-old man, he was really a little uncomfortable facing Coles' hug when he was only 25 years old.
Come.
In other words, with an age difference of almost ten years, there is always a generation gap. Moreover, combined in the two previous generations, Edward is almost in his fifties, and even in terms of soul, it can be said that he is a weathered middle-aged man.
It’s not an exaggeration, because he has actually experienced it!
"Grandpa Charlie called me and said that someone with super powers would come to stay at my house. I didn't expect it to be you, Mr. Edward!"
Coles welcomed Edward into the house with a smile, quickly made him a cup of coffee, put it on the table, and tidied up the still messy home. He smiled awkwardly: "I thought he was about the same age as me, you know.
Yes, young people actually don’t care about these little things.”
"certainly!"
Edward shrugged, pulled out a copy of "Playboy" from under his buttocks, flipped through a few pages with great interest, licked his lips and said with a smile: "I also liked reading this when I was young, and of course I will too once I have my own career.
Gradually forget these."
Coles was silent for a while, and then said after a while: "I long to inherit the glory of my family and go to the battlefield, but General Charlie won't let me go." He sat on the sofa and glanced at Edward, with a tone of voice.
Envy: "I know you will go to the battlefield tomorrow, a real battlefield, a battlefield for men."
"You like the battlefield very much?"
Edward took a sip of the coffee. It was not delicious and had a slight saccharin smell. The taste of instant coffee was never very good. After taking a sip, Edward put it back on the table and looked at Coles.
With a slightly immature face, he said softly: "You have never been on the battlefield, right?"
Coles nodded: "Yes, Mr. Edward."
Shaking his head slightly, Edward knocked on the table: "The battlefield is never a place that people should envy." Looking at Coles's eyes, Edward stared straight into his eyes, like a lion: "That is a mass graveyard of life, as long as
If you are a normal human being, you shouldn’t like that.”
Coles frowned and defended: "But my grandfather and my father died on the battlefield, just like a real warrior, winning his highest glory!" Coles said, his face
Wearing pride: "I'm proud of them!"
"But they are not excited about war."
Edward sighed. He thought of the brothers before and the orphanages he had funded. He felt slightly bitter and sour in his heart: "Because the war ended, that's why we started the war."
Gently patting Coles on the shoulder, Edward stood up: "Your grandfather and your father are truly good warriors!"
If you really fight to die for the future of mankind and the safety of the earth, even if you don't have a name, it is still noble. Your name may not be remembered in the history books, or it may even be forgotten in a few generations. Some people may even say it as a joke.
Curse them. But they have paid their dues and should be praised like heroes, no matter it is a casual sentence.
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