Chapter 60 Old Popsicle and Shield
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
SHIELD.
"how is he?"
"The vital signs are normal. For someone who has been frozen for almost 70 years," the doctor doing the examination shrugged. "He is very healthy. His muscles are much better-looking than your belly."
"But he may wake up, or he may not." The doctor limped out with a cane.
Fury heard this and asked: "What do you mean, House?"
"The human brain is the most complex area. For us, that was almost 70 years ago. For him, it may have been just yesterday."
House stopped and the eccentric man said, "The time of waking up depends on when he is willing to end that long dream."
Facing the diagnosis given by the best doctor, Fury stared into House's eyes and said word by word: "I want him to wake up."
"You shouldn't come to the hospital," House didn't like him. "You can go to the church and pray there. Maybe this great American will wake up."
“Don’t some people always say that God cares for America?”
"Either, you'd better arrange some scenes and music that can evoke his memories, which will help increase the probability of him waking up."
In a shame to the famous Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., House walked out of this private clinic equipped with various advanced facilities.
Fury turned to look at the man who was sleeping peacefully. This was a perfect man.
The perfect American blonde and handsome face.
Perfectly able to catch up with the car's body.
Perfect personality.
A perfect political career.
The perfect experiment...
He is a symbol of America, who once led out of the dark valley and destroyed the demonic Hydra.
He was the first true super-soldier and the man who was constantly involved with the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Coulson walked in, looking at his idol and holding a card with a picture of the man on it.
"Can he still wake up?"
"50.00% and 50.00%." Fury patted Coulson on the shoulder, "God bless America."
His original expectations were dashed, and Coulson carefully put the card into his pocket.
He looked sideways at the corner of the room, where a round red and blue shield with a star was placed.
...
"You have something on your mind?"
John stirred the coffee and looked at the black uncle opposite.
"Uh, I, a little bit."
The black uncle had been looking at that page for more than ten minutes. When he heard John's question, he subconsciously was not frank.
John was not surprised. He tapped the spoon on the wall of the cup, put it aside, picked up the coffee and said casually: "If you don't want me to know, I will respect you, Robert."
The black uncle looked up at him, and John pointed at the boss, "Jack told me yesterday."
"In exchange," John held out his fist and smiled, "John."
After bumping fists, the uncle said: "Hello, John."
After this fist bump, the two finally knew each other's names.
Returning to the previous question, Robert sighed, "She rebelled against her boss because of me."
He recalled the girl, "Her name was Elena, and her dream was to become a singer."
"There is always some difference between reality and dreams." John put down the cup and crossed his fingers.
Robert also put down the book. The corner of the page had been rubbed and wrinkled. He closed the book and sighed.
"I told her that you have unlimited possibilities to change the status quo." Robert opened his right hand and looked at the lines on his palm, with guilt and struggle in his eyes. "I gave her hope, but she did it, but she fell into hell."
John listened quietly to his friend and learned about the girl.
A controlled prostitute, unable to be herself, wearing the name Terry, and out of reach of her dreams.
One day, a kind black uncle told her that you have unlimited possibilities.
The barren land encountered the rain and dew called hope, and the seedlings in her heart struggled to break through the soil.
Merciless hands crush the seedlings, crushing their hopes.
"Before the seeds bloom, we can't be sure whether they are weeds or flowers." John said calmly, "My friend, you are confused inside."
Robert closed his eyes, and in his mind was the past.
His wife's departure made him change his mind about killing.
His right hand was clenched as if holding a record given to him by Elena.
But his left hand also pressed the book "The Old Man and the Sea" in his wife's book list.
Responsibility and the past.
Tangled heart.
"Seizing both sides will only make you lose both." John looked at the entangled man and said, "Follow your inner choice, Robert."
"I will support you, although we only know each other's names today," he chuckled, "but friends are always so frivolous and firm."
Touched in his heart, Robert opened his eyes. He looked at his left hand with infinite attachment, and then at his tightly held right hand.
"Some things have to be done by someone." Robert made up his mind and said to John, "You have helped me a lot, John."
"I can help you more if necessary." John touched his chin, "As long as you are in this place, ask me."
"I will, my friend." Robert smiled.
They have a feeling that the friendship between gentlemen in the East is as light as water.
Such as Robert not asking John when facing Dax.
John also doesn't dwell on what Robert will do next.
Just let them know when they need help.
Robert left, seemingly determined and acted upon.
"Jack, bring me a sandwich to take away."
"Your sandwich."
John walked out with a box in his hand, and a car was parked outside.
Ferdinand jogged over and opened the back seat.
After John got in, Dax handed him a piece of information from the passenger seat.
"He came over by boat, went to Midtown High School, got a few part-time jobs, and changed his name to Sean."
"I really experienced life, but I didn't forget to go to school. This is really touching." John took the information and handed over the sandwich in his hand.
Dax was stunned and asked, "What is this?"
"I don't think you want to go hungry."
Having said that, Dax took the box and opened it with some hesitation.
Inside was a tuna sandwich. He looked at the food in the box with mixed feelings.
Ferdinand opened the door and came in. As soon as he saw the sandwich, he yelled, "Where did you get the sandwich?"
It's a pity that no one paid attention to Ferdinand. He could only watch Dax eating the sandwich, greedy.
John opened the information and looked at it. As expected of the FBI, Shang Qi was found so quickly.
In other words, Shang Qi never considered that his father would come across the ocean to New York with the photo. The boy in the photo basically had the same hairstyle.
"Why does the address where you live look familiar?" He looked at the address he found carefully and suddenly realized, "Isn't this near Mei's house?"
What a coincidence, Shang-Chi is Mei's neighbor.
This kid didn't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt were expensive, so he rented an apartment that wasn't cheap.
With the little money he earned from his work-study program, he would be kicked out after living there for two months at most.
"Ferdinand."
"I'm here, boss."
John looked at the name of the apartment and handed over the information, "Buy the house above tomorrow."
"What?" Ferdinand thought he heard wrongly, and he looked confused.
With this tone, I don’t know if I thought I was being asked to go to Subway to buy a sandwich.
"I can use my FBI powers to spy on him," Dykes said.
"We have a better way to solve the problem once and for all," John did not agree and said calmly, "You are not his nanny. That would be too humiliating."
There is no better way to supervise than to become the other party's landlord, because the other party not only has to pay you, but also reports on time.
John's attitude makes people feel comfortable. After all, it may be very uncomfortable for Dax to be the nanny of a little kid.
What he needed was John's recognition.
Car starts.
Get out of here with a bang.
At the same time, Robert stood in a magnificent room with an envelope containing nine thousand eight hundred US dollars. Facing the ferocious Russians, he pressed his watch to count the time.
...
"how is he?"
"The vital signs are normal. For someone who has been frozen for almost 70 years," the doctor doing the examination shrugged. "He is very healthy. His muscles are much better-looking than your belly."
"But he may wake up, or he may not." The doctor limped out with a cane.
Fury heard this and asked: "What do you mean, House?"
"The human brain is the most complex area. For us, that was almost 70 years ago. For him, it may have been just yesterday."
House stopped and the eccentric man said, "The time of waking up depends on when he is willing to end that long dream."
Facing the diagnosis given by the best doctor, Fury stared into House's eyes and said word by word: "I want him to wake up."
"You shouldn't come to the hospital," House didn't like him. "You can go to the church and pray there. Maybe this great American will wake up."
“Don’t some people always say that God cares for America?”
"Either, you'd better arrange some scenes and music that can evoke his memories, which will help increase the probability of him waking up."
In a shame to the famous Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., House walked out of this private clinic equipped with various advanced facilities.
Fury turned to look at the man who was sleeping peacefully. This was a perfect man.
The perfect American blonde and handsome face.
Perfectly able to catch up with the car's body.
Perfect personality.
A perfect political career.
The perfect experiment...
He is a symbol of America, who once led out of the dark valley and destroyed the demonic Hydra.
He was the first true super-soldier and the man who was constantly involved with the founder of S.H.I.E.L.D.
Coulson walked in, looking at his idol and holding a card with a picture of the man on it.
"Can he still wake up?"
"50.00% and 50.00%." Fury patted Coulson on the shoulder, "God bless America."
His original expectations were dashed, and Coulson carefully put the card into his pocket.
He looked sideways at the corner of the room, where a round red and blue shield with a star was placed.
...
"You have something on your mind?"
John stirred the coffee and looked at the black uncle opposite.
"Uh, I, a little bit."
The black uncle had been looking at that page for more than ten minutes. When he heard John's question, he subconsciously was not frank.
John was not surprised. He tapped the spoon on the wall of the cup, put it aside, picked up the coffee and said casually: "If you don't want me to know, I will respect you, Robert."
The black uncle looked up at him, and John pointed at the boss, "Jack told me yesterday."
"In exchange," John held out his fist and smiled, "John."
After bumping fists, the uncle said: "Hello, John."
After this fist bump, the two finally knew each other's names.
Returning to the previous question, Robert sighed, "She rebelled against her boss because of me."
He recalled the girl, "Her name was Elena, and her dream was to become a singer."
"There is always some difference between reality and dreams." John put down the cup and crossed his fingers.
Robert also put down the book. The corner of the page had been rubbed and wrinkled. He closed the book and sighed.
"I told her that you have unlimited possibilities to change the status quo." Robert opened his right hand and looked at the lines on his palm, with guilt and struggle in his eyes. "I gave her hope, but she did it, but she fell into hell."
John listened quietly to his friend and learned about the girl.
A controlled prostitute, unable to be herself, wearing the name Terry, and out of reach of her dreams.
One day, a kind black uncle told her that you have unlimited possibilities.
The barren land encountered the rain and dew called hope, and the seedlings in her heart struggled to break through the soil.
Merciless hands crush the seedlings, crushing their hopes.
"Before the seeds bloom, we can't be sure whether they are weeds or flowers." John said calmly, "My friend, you are confused inside."
Robert closed his eyes, and in his mind was the past.
His wife's departure made him change his mind about killing.
His right hand was clenched as if holding a record given to him by Elena.
But his left hand also pressed the book "The Old Man and the Sea" in his wife's book list.
Responsibility and the past.
Tangled heart.
"Seizing both sides will only make you lose both." John looked at the entangled man and said, "Follow your inner choice, Robert."
"I will support you, although we only know each other's names today," he chuckled, "but friends are always so frivolous and firm."
Touched in his heart, Robert opened his eyes. He looked at his left hand with infinite attachment, and then at his tightly held right hand.
"Some things have to be done by someone." Robert made up his mind and said to John, "You have helped me a lot, John."
"I can help you more if necessary." John touched his chin, "As long as you are in this place, ask me."
"I will, my friend." Robert smiled.
They have a feeling that the friendship between gentlemen in the East is as light as water.
Such as Robert not asking John when facing Dax.
John also doesn't dwell on what Robert will do next.
Just let them know when they need help.
Robert left, seemingly determined and acted upon.
"Jack, bring me a sandwich to take away."
"Your sandwich."
John walked out with a box in his hand, and a car was parked outside.
Ferdinand jogged over and opened the back seat.
After John got in, Dax handed him a piece of information from the passenger seat.
"He came over by boat, went to Midtown High School, got a few part-time jobs, and changed his name to Sean."
"I really experienced life, but I didn't forget to go to school. This is really touching." John took the information and handed over the sandwich in his hand.
Dax was stunned and asked, "What is this?"
"I don't think you want to go hungry."
Having said that, Dax took the box and opened it with some hesitation.
Inside was a tuna sandwich. He looked at the food in the box with mixed feelings.
Ferdinand opened the door and came in. As soon as he saw the sandwich, he yelled, "Where did you get the sandwich?"
It's a pity that no one paid attention to Ferdinand. He could only watch Dax eating the sandwich, greedy.
John opened the information and looked at it. As expected of the FBI, Shang Qi was found so quickly.
In other words, Shang Qi never considered that his father would come across the ocean to New York with the photo. The boy in the photo basically had the same hairstyle.
"Why does the address where you live look familiar?" He looked at the address he found carefully and suddenly realized, "Isn't this near Mei's house?"
What a coincidence, Shang-Chi is Mei's neighbor.
This kid didn't know that firewood, rice, oil, and salt were expensive, so he rented an apartment that wasn't cheap.
With the little money he earned from his work-study program, he would be kicked out after living there for two months at most.
"Ferdinand."
"I'm here, boss."
John looked at the name of the apartment and handed over the information, "Buy the house above tomorrow."
"What?" Ferdinand thought he heard wrongly, and he looked confused.
With this tone, I don’t know if I thought I was being asked to go to Subway to buy a sandwich.
"I can use my FBI powers to spy on him," Dykes said.
"We have a better way to solve the problem once and for all," John did not agree and said calmly, "You are not his nanny. That would be too humiliating."
There is no better way to supervise than to become the other party's landlord, because the other party not only has to pay you, but also reports on time.
John's attitude makes people feel comfortable. After all, it may be very uncomfortable for Dax to be the nanny of a little kid.
What he needed was John's recognition.
Car starts.
Get out of here with a bang.
At the same time, Robert stood in a magnificent room with an envelope containing nine thousand eight hundred US dollars. Facing the ferocious Russians, he pressed his watch to count the time.
...
