Chapter 185: Good people are better, bad people are worse
"Schmidt sent his men to **** my research product, and he himself injected the potion called Super Warrior Serum."
Dr. said helplessly, he felt that this was his own mistake, maybe he shouldn't have invented it in the beginning, but now it's done, he can only try his best to recover the mistake.
Steve nodded slightly, although he couldn't understand the principle: "That thing really made him stronger?"
Dr. held his glasses, hesitated for a few seconds, and nodded and admitted: "Yes, but that thing also has side effects. The serum formula at the time was not perfect, and the most important thing was the person who received the injection."
"People?"
"Yes, serum will strengthen all aspects of the human body, so good people will become better, bad people... will become worse." The doctor scratched his bald head and explained the principles of his research to Steve. .
Super Soldier Serum (SSS) not only acts on the body, but also on the mind and brain, such as amplifying a person's ambition and nature, and having power will make people feel omnipotent.
Steve probably understood, but the doctor did not finish his words. He waited quietly, and the two looked at each other in the quiet barracks, thinking.
"This is why you were selected. If you choose a strong person, you may lose respect for it due to the familiarity with power. A thin person can better understand the value of power and possess power. After...compassion."
Doctor thought for a while, and finally said the word. He didn't know if it should be said in English, but he knew Steve could understand what he meant.
Steve thought for a while, his eyes firmly raised to look at the doctor.
"Thank you, I think I understand."
Dr. Erskine laughed. He pointed to the suitcase over there and motioned Steve to bring the wine glass on it. He opened the wine he had brought and poured some into both glasses.
The brownish-red liquor and the cup made a crisp collision sound, emitting a color like blood under the yellow barracks light.
Dr. took a glass of wine and pointed to Steve's chest: "Promise me, no matter what happens tomorrow, keep your current heart. You don't have to be a good soldier, but you must be a good person."
Steve smiled, yes, he is not sure to be a qualified soldier, because he can't even raise the rifle normally now.
But to be a good person, he has confidence. Both his father and Mr. Wilson taught him to be an upright person. This is what he wants to do.
He raised the wine glass in his hand and gestured to Dr. Erskine: "Respect the small weak."
Dr. Erskine understood that Steve was talking about himself, he would not forget his weak mood, and would not change because of his strength.
Dr. smiled and clinked glasses with him: "Respect the weak."
But when the two were about to drink with a smile, the doctor suddenly snatched Steve's glass.
"God, what am I doing? You have a medical check-up tomorrow. You can't drink tonight."
Steve shrugged. He recognized that the bottle of wine was a product of Wilson's enterprise, aged in an old cellar in 1925, from the past prohibition era.
He didn't think there was anything. Although he was young at the time, his father also drank alcohol. Uncle Tom next door also drank alcohol. Many people bought alcohol privately.
Steve will not be superstitious of the law, he has his own cognition and ideas, he weighs everything with simple morals and values.
Drinking and selling alcohol is not wrong. Enjoying consumer goods is a right that everyone should have. Prohibition, a law that suppresses human nature, is wrong.
But since the doctor said that he would have another physical examination tomorrow, he stopped drinking.
He shrugged, and said regretfully to the doctor: "Well, let's drink together when the matter is over."
"Why later?" The doctor looked at him inexplicably, pooled the drinks in the two glasses, shook the glasses, and smelled intoxicated: "I have no plans tomorrow, I will drink now."
abruptly...
Both of them solved the doubts in their hearts, and the conversation afterwards became more casual. They were happily discussing the affairs of the Legion and their respective lives.
Neither of them noticed. Not far from the window, Nick Fury quietly turned and left. His task was to'protect' Dr. Erskine. It was he and Reid who brought the Doctor back from Germany, and the Doctor used to work for Nazi , He still needs'protection'.
This time he was specially transferred back from France for this mission.
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On the third day, Steve got in the Legion’s car early in the morning. Peggy Carter was waiting for him in the car. They needed to return to New York for a retrofit experiment.
A lot of electricity is needed throughout the operation, and the Philadelphia grid obviously doesn't meet the requirements.
Although the black car is not as luxurious as Su Ming's car, it is much more stable than the truck Steve took to the barracks.
Steve looked at the scenery outside the window enthusiastically along the way. He seemed to be very curious about every tree and every flower.
In fact, he is still a little nervous, he doesn't know what his fate will be, whether that unique serum will turn himself into a muscular lunatic.
Everything is unknown, so he can only focus on anything that can attract attention.
Peggy looked at him helplessly, thinking that he was really too honest. He was chattering about things outside the window all the way. Isn’t the people in the car worth seeing?
The car returned to Brooklyn, this is the place where Steve lived before, and he is very familiar with it.
As the vehicle moved forward, he kept tapping the glass with his finger, and said to Agent Carter beside him: "I have been beaten in that alley... and that parking lot... There is the back door of that restaurant..."
Carter pursed her lips. In order to calm Steve's mood, she could only forcefully talk awkwardly: "Do you have any way to stop yourself from escaping?"
Steve didn't notice the strange atmosphere. He shook his head and said very seriously: "Once you start to escape, they won't let you stop. You must stand up and fight them back."
Carter's beautiful mouth raised a smile: "I probably understand how you feel, every door is closed in front of you."
She is the same. This era is full of discrimination, racial discrimination, **** discrimination, and birth discrimination. Women like her should not appear in the military in traditional concepts.
Steve lowered his head and rubbed his fingers as if there were dirt on them.
"I just don't understand, why do you want to join the army?" He thought for a while, and felt that his statement seemed prone to misunderstanding, and added: "You are a beautiful lady...woman, uh, UU The female agent who read www.uukanshu.com is not a woman, uh, you are very beautiful..."
The darker the trace, Peggy turned her head to stare at him with sharp eyes, and then shook her head helplessly.
"You don't know how to chat with women, do you?"
Steve smiled bitterly and scratched his head: "I think this is the longest conversation I have ever had."
A hint of joy flashed in Carter's eyes, but she was well hidden, she turned her head slightly, not wanting Steve to see the smile on her face.
She has seen many men in the barracks, but no one is as special as Steve. She actually has a good impression of him. In just a few days, the charm of this little man attracted her deeply.
Whether a person is strong enough does not lie in how many things he can carry to the streets, but in how many things he can carry to live.
Peggy Carter, who was born in England, saw a lot of mediocre faces hidden under the faces of gentlemen. She was not interested in those men, but Steve's little fresh feeling made her very comfortable.
Now that he has no girlfriend, she is actually very happy.
Steve still lowered his head and didn't see Carter's expression. He calmly said his past: "Girls don't line up to dance with a sick ghost."
"If you say that, you must be able to dance." Carter looked at him caringly, which made her a little distressed.
Steve smiled, he could tell Peggy's concern from his tone: "Actually, I haven't thought so much over the years, I'm just waiting."
"Waiting for what?" Peggy asked him curiously, his big eyes full of tenderness.
"Waiting for a suitable partner." Steve looked at her and answered very calmly.
Carter smiled, she liked the answer.
