Superman

Chapter 5 Strategic Science Corps

"You lost Dr. Erskine?"

Turning the hour hand back five minutes ago, a tall female officer asked in a stern tone.

"German spies are very likely to be lurking in this city, trying to capture or execute Dr. Erskine all the time! How important is he, don't you know? Go look for it!"

The female officer reprimanded unceremoniously.

The heroic Jiao Hao face was covered with cold expressions, like an iceberg.

The agent in plain clothes nodded repeatedly, trying to suppress the dismissive contempt in his eyes.

This is a turbulent era in which the status of women has not been taken seriously.

Most people still hold the idea that women should stay at home as full-time housewives and do housework, and there is no need to show up.

Even if the stern female officer in front of her is their superior, she must maintain an attitude of obedience.

But the respect of these plainclothes agents is still very perfunctory.

To them, the female officer is a beautiful vase with a bad temper, not her superior!

"We are separated from him. There are too many people in the fairground. Who knows where the old German man went!"

A plainclothes agent defended.

"He is Dr. Abraham Erskine!"

The female officer corrected.

"This cannot change the fact that he and Hitler are compatriots."

Another plainclothes agent retorted with a sneer.

Due to the deliberate propaganda of public opinion, the public has obvious hatred of the Germans.

Even if Abraham Erskine was in the Allied camp, it could not stop the prejudices of these people.

Bang!

There was a clear gunshot not far away.

A panic scream can still be heard faintly.

The female officer's expression changed, she gave the plainclothes agent a cold look, and walked away quickly on her flat heels.

Three minutes later.

She rushed to the recruiting station with a team of soldiers with live ammunition.

Several cold corpses fell on the ground, and the pungent blood filled the audience.

"Doctor!"

The female officer could not help but breathe a sigh of relief when seeing Dr. Erskine unharmed.

The opponent is now the highest-level protection target of the military, and it is also a major concern for the Germans.

Everyone in the know knows how valuable the super soldier serum developed by Abraham Erskine is.

It can end this war!

The balance that affects victory!

It even influences the pattern of the world!

"These people... should be spies they sent."

Dr. Erskine has recovered from the panic, and said calmly: "It seems that Schmidt really doesn't want me to live in this world."

The female officer nodded and agreed.

After that, she swept the two young men next to Dr. Erskine with her left light, with a trace of alertness in her eyes.

"Fortunately, this young man saved me. By the way, I don't know your name yet."

Dr. Erskine explained.

He saw Luke alone, thrilling to get rid of the three spies who followed the assassination, and thought it was a plainclothes agent sent by the military to protect him.

But judging from the wary eyes of the female officer, it is obviously not the case!

"Luke. My name is Luke Cavill."

The young man putting away the pistol smiled.

He did not expect to meet Abraham Erskine and Captain America’s girlfriend, Peggy Carter, in this way.

That's right.

The female officer standing in front of her was one of the founders of the future SHIELD.

Now, the opponent should be an agent of the Strategic Science Corps.

Responsible for protecting Abraham Erskine and participating in the Super Soldier Project.

"You killed these spies? Good skill."

The female officer named Peggy Carter said meaningfully.

She glanced at the body of the spy in black. All three were killed by a single shot. There were no extra traces of trauma, and all bullets hit the vital parts.

Judging from the wounds alone, this young man named Luke has good marksmanship.

Moreover, after killing the three, the other party did not show the intense emotion of panic.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like a novice.

Such abnormal performance has every reason to make Peggy suspicious.

It is impossible to say that ordinary young people in Brooklyn can sling German spies casually?

In that way, the Allies would have reached Berlin long ago and ended the war!

"Learned some self-defense skills."

Luke answered casually.

He did learn fighting and shooting from Uncle Frank for a while.

The latter once thought about cultivating Luke into a house-cleaning gang fighter.

Irish gangs are rising rapidly, and they just lack some good guys who can do things.

Unfortunately, Luke has no interest in this road.

Although he worked hard to learn fighting and shooting, and insisted on exercising, it was only to increase the means of self-protection.

I am not a doughnut head who wants to be a "gangster superstar"!

"Doc, it's not safe here. Let's leave first."

The female officer retracted her gaze, looked at Dr. Erskine on the side, and whispered: "We will investigate all this afterwards."

"Okay. I remember your name, Luke."

Dr. Erskine nodded, knowing he was closely guarded by the military.

To participate in Tomorrow’s World Expo tonight, I was still invited by Howard Stark.

However, after meeting, Dr. Erskine felt that the young and promising Mr. Stark was more like a businessman.

The enthusiasm for climbing toward the peak of science is far less than the interest in gathering wealth and chasing women.

Therefore, the two of them only exchanged a few words, and then they didn't talk in depth.

"Is he your friend?"

Before leaving, Erskine looked at Steve Rogers.

For some reason, he was very interested in this small, thin man.

Perhaps it was the conversation between the other party and the recruiting station officer that brought back some memories in Erskine's heart.

As the developer of Super Soldier Serum, Abraham Erskine knows its harm and what side effects it has.

I have created a devil, and I don't want to create a second one, and more!

Therefore, Erskine is always looking for a suitable candidate-a "super soldier" who will not bully and understands mercy.

"Yes. His name is Steve Rogers."

Luke pulled Steve over and said loudly: "My friend really wants to play for the country. Although he is not strong enough, his patriotism has never been extinguished."

"I know."

Erskine turned away thoughtfully.

The female officer also hurried to follow, but she looked at Luke before she left and seemed to be suspicious.

Those soldiers with live ammunition stayed to protect the scene and clean up the mess.

"Luke, who are they?"

Steve who survived the disaster was a little ignorant, he didn't know what happened yet.

"Someone who can change your destiny."

Luke curled his lips and said softly.

He patted Steve's thin shoulder, a gleam of light glowed deep in his eyes.

I did not expect that I would enter the military's field of vision in this way.

I am afraid that the next female agent named Peggy Carter will investigate Luke carefully.

But he is not worried, the Strategic Science Corps is destined to achieve nothing.

Their enemy is Hydra, an axis of evil.

And Luke has nothing to do with the so-called German spy, the killer sent by the Hydra.

"All that just now was terrible."

Steve, who didn't understand the meaning, had lingering fears.

The conscription officer who was arguing with him also fell in a pool of blood.

The hollow eyes lose all the color.

"If you step on the battlefield, you will encounter more of these things and witness more dead partners."

Luke sighed.

He watched Uncle Frank paint the house.

Even personally solved so many gangster scum.

I have long been accustomed to blood and death.

"Do I still have a chance to step on the battlefield?"

Steve is a little frustrated, he has suffered too many rejections.

Everyone said he couldn't do it, thinking that he should stay here.

Even the good brother Bucky is no exception.

"There will be."

Luke nodded affirmatively.

He seemed more confident than Steve himself.

"Okay, go find Bucky. I'm going to do it for him tonight."

Feeling Steve's puzzled gaze, Luke turned the subject away and dragged the small, thin man out of the drafting station.