The moon is like a polished copper plate. In the cold and secluded night, a man walks quietly in the quiet streets. From time to time, he looks up at the full moon above his head. If anyone sees this
In this scene, you might mistakenly think that this is a homeless man, but you would never expect that this is an old man who has been away from his hometown for a long time.
As for finding the rare tenderness and the taste of hometown, this sounds unbelievable. At least the old man who has lived in Gotham for decades may not have it. It is hard to believe that this man wearing an old-fashioned shirt from the last century
, a man wearing big pants can actually have such inexplicable emotions and be happy with them.
The atmosphere created by the man's silence was quickly destroyed by the sound of the jingling bell. He frowned and looked at the small, noisy thing in his hand. This thing was not only annoying, but also emitted a headache-inducing light. p>
The man pondered for a moment and suddenly remembered that this guy who could emit "moonlight" in the dark night was a thing called a "mobile phone".
In his opinion, it is similar to the radio station during the war. It can be regarded as a small mobile radio station.
He touched the screen with his finger and clicked on the green icon. The voice of his old comrade and now his boss, Nick Fury, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., sounded on the phone: "Steve, have you reached the target location?" When Steve heard this, he looked at the deep alley with bright eyes, judged the current situation, and came to a not so good result. He shrugged and said: "I'm very sorry, I... I seem to be lost."<
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Nick was silent for a moment and said: "It was my negligence. I didn't take into account that you just woke up and are not used to it yet. Next, do as I say and click on a shield icon on your phone, which will give you route instructions."
, you can move along the indicated route... Well, it seems I shouldn’t tell you so much, Captain."
"I very much agree with your last sentence... But instead of going on a mission now, I would like to ask you, how has the Federation developed in the past hundred years? What I am talking about is that the buildings here are, to put it simply, mud houses.
, even our military camps at that time were hundreds of times better than them. I tell you clearly, I am very sad." Steve's expression was serious.
"We will tell you this in detail when you come back from your mission..." Nick said helplessly.
Steve nodded: "Well, let's not talk about this for now. Regarding this mission, you should be able to tell me now whether it is to fight crime or to eliminate dangerous creatures? You can't tell me that you don't know what the mission is.
What?"
"In fact, it is true. We discovered a powerful energy reaction field, and suspected radioactive materials were exposed. Judging from the area and the people in the area, it may be caused by dangerous creatures. We have nine reasons for this.
The certainty of success is certain.
Well... Actually, all the staff in the bureau have gone to perform other tasks, otherwise the bureau would not have allowed you to take this trip when you have just woken up, nor would they have allowed you to walk in this area for a full ten minutes."
"More than 90% chance of it being a dangerous creature? What kind of biological weapon was released by an enemy country?" Steve smacked his lips.
As he walked, he said: "So what's the condition of that dangerous creature now? I think the people here have migrated, it's like a ghost town."
"Wait! Look to the right..." Nick interrupted Steve. Steve followed the instructions and looked sideways to the right. With this action, it seemed as if some switch was pressed. Steve just felt
My ears were ringing, and at the same time, the pupils in my eyes reflected a grand fire.
If you look carefully, you can even see countless fuzzy skeletons. Steve murmured: "Hell fire? Such innocent hell fire?!"
He didn't pause at all, and in the blink of an eye, he ran towards the fire like a speeding off-road vehicle.
He shouted while running: "The dangerous creature you are talking about is not a powerful Ghost Rider, right?"
"Can Ghost Rider be produced these days?"
"Damn it, do you think anyone still lives in this damn place?"
Obviously, one head after another appeared in the firelight, and the frightened expressions on their faces flickered in and out under the reflection of the firelight. They huddled together in every mud house or in the corner of the old apartment in Hell's Kitchen, rustling.
Shivering.
This scene flashed in Steve's eyes, and then the same scene appeared in front of him again, passing by, and then the same similar scene appeared again, and Steve's face became even more ugly.
Against the backdrop of the dark night and firelight, this white man's face was like the red bottom of a pot, extremely terrifying.
"I'm sorry to tell you that there are many residents here. If we don't deal with the Ghost Rider quickly, this place will become a veritable Hell's Kitchen!"
"You first deal with the Ghost Rider quickly. As a hero, you should be able to do it." Nick also observed this scene through surveillance. His tone was calm. The long-term training has tempered his temper.
At this moment when life is at stake, we can handle it with the calmest attitude.
"As long as you are not an old guy from the four major families, there will be no problem on my side. You can send support as soon as possible." Steve's voice was calm.
"Understood. Even if you are defeated, you can wait for half an hour until rescue comes." Nick said with a slight sigh.
"There is someone on your left, go take a look." Steve followed the instructions and saw a strange man wearing black night clothes and a pair of cat ears on his head. He was supporting a strange man who was also wearing an assassin suit.
Girl.
The surrounding mud houses collapsed tragically into broken pieces of earth, and the dense bullet holes and blood on the ground seemed to indicate that a tragic battle seemed to have occurred in this place not long ago.
In fact, the boy with black cat ears was covered in dust, while the weird assassin girl had her eyes closed tightly and seemed to have fainted.
Steve already had an inference in his mind.
"Are they students?" Steve glanced at the two of them amusedly and found that the boy was negotiating with a scarred man.
Judging from the big man's attire, Steve felt a bit familiar. He could tell at a glance that this was a man with a regular military background.
Hearing words like "rescue", "hero" and "revenge" they mentioned, Steve was stunned for a moment and then smiled appreciatively.
Let these long-lost words disperse with the wind, but Steve's ears still echoed: "Let me return to my opinion, although this place is quite bad, at least one thing has not changed, and that is the people. People have not changed.