After about an hour's walk, Reginald came to the neighborhood where the old man pointed out to him that the NERV group was said to be lurking, and the scene of this neighborhood reminded Reginald of the factory area under the bridge in Brooklyn, New York, where Reginald was born and raised.

As a child, the Reginald family lived in a dilapidated government-provided apartment, and from the window of the apartment they could see the Brooklyn Bridge -- only a little bit of the bridge peeking out between the cracks, of course. Reginald had only one child in the family, and his father was a skilled fitter, so he lived a little better, and from time to time he had money to buy something to eat and share it with everyone, so he became the head of the children in the neighborhood.

At that time, they were all in the grade where they should have gone to school, but the government's public schools were poor, the teachers were irresponsible, and no one treated Reginald as a descendant of new immigrants, so Reginald and his friends fooled around the streets all day long, and no one cared. Reginald often led his friends to help the little gang bosses on their street, mostly teaching bullshit to legitimate merchants who didn't pay their protection money on time. For example, taking advantage of the newsstand owner's inattention to pee on the newspaper, smashing the glass of the bakery window with a stone.

After doing all this, Reginald and his friends can get a dollar of labor money from a bartender in a nearby Italian tavern, or a drunkard to grab a handful of them—robbery without the permission of the boss is a problem in the gang's field.

At that time, Reginald's future was simple: join the gang, start as a thug, work his way up the ladder, and eventually meet his godfather Corioni and become a famous figure on the street.

But then something changed his life forever.

Reginald and his buddies helped another gang smuggle a batch of moonshine and get a good sum of money. They happily went to the station and rented a locker, hid the money in it, and swore in front of the closet, following the example of the "heroes" in the gangster tales they heard in the tavern, that they would live and die with the rich.

Coming out of the station, a group of young people walked down the street in high spirits, whistling and swaggering, as if they were already the underworld figures on the side of the Megatron.

They walked under the Brooklyn Bridge and were about to cross the bridge hole to their neighborhood, when the little gang boss who had been "taking care" of them appeared.

The little leader flashed his pistol, and the young children scattered. The youngest child ran last and did not manage to hide in cover in time.

After the gunshots rang out, Reginald watched as he slowly fell to the ground.

The little boss seemed to be just going to give them a warning, and immediately after seeing the man fall to the ground, he slipped away. Reginald rushed out of his hiding place and pulled his little guy off the road to the side of the road.

"Noodles," he said, looking at Reginald and calling out Reginald's nickname in a weak voice, "I...... Slipped ......"

He was too young to understand that death had come.

Reginald closed the little boy's eyes with his hand, and at that moment he made up his mind for revenge.

Reginald carried out his plan to kill the little boss behind the restaurant he used as a lair, and then Reginald confessed to his father, whose always law-abiding father frowned, and after a long hesitation, took Reginald to meet the great godfather Don Corioni.

Corioni happily sent Reginald out of the United States, and the rest of Reginald is never clear, because even when he returned to the United States, he never set foot in Brooklyn again - he didn't even get off the train as it passed through New York.

Reginald went to Italy, finished high school with the financial support of a kind priest, and was supposed to join a seminary, but instead he chose to go to Germany, and then joined the international column and went to fight in Turkey.

Now, standing on the side of the road in one of London's poorest neighborhoods, Reginald feels like he's back in time in Brooklyn. Just then he saw a group of children coming out of the corner.

In Reginald's view, the children were simply replicas of themselves in the past: swaggering down the street in clothes that were obviously oversized, with expressions on their faces that they didn't know the height of the sky, as if they could own the whole world.

Suddenly, the first child saw Reginald, and he immediately stopped and said something to the youngest child in thick English, and then Reginald saw that the child turned around and ran away, probably somewhere to report the news.

Reginald remembered the words of the old administrator: "You are a raw face, and when you enter the ghetto, your own people will interrogate you." ”

He walked towards the children and asked casually, "Yo, are the Baker Street Detectives busy today?" ”

The children all showed expressions of "this thing is talking about the gods", only the eldest child seemed to know the story of the great detective, and said, "Mr. Holmes went on a date with Watson today, and it is not the right time for you to look for him." ”

Appointment?

Reginald raised his eyebrows, and said in his heart, Could it be that in the original British Sherlock Holmes, Watson is a lady? However, he decided not to dwell on this issue, he put his hands in his pockets and whistled the melody of "Mandarin Duck Tea".

The older child raised an eyebrow and turned around in a "follow me" gesture.

Reginald followed the children and soon turned into an alley.

After fifteen minutes of walking in the alleys, he couldn't help but ask, "How far is this?" ”

"Not that far," the girly-looking boy among the kids smiled back at Reginald, "we're taking you around so you don't know where your headquarters are if you're an agent." ”

"Shut up, Pete." The older child glared back at the younger boy, and then continued to lead the way without saying a word.

Reginald shrugged.

Back then, he also liked to drill alleys in Brooklyn, and sometimes he got into trouble, and alleys were the biggest weapon for children. No one is more familiar with these complicated and narrow roads than the children, and the spies will be dizzy when they get there.

At this time, the siren sounded.

Reginald frowned and looked up at the sky: "I don't remember we had a daytime air raid operation......"

"It's not an air raid," the little boy who had just called Pete turned around, "and came to throw us food and clothes." ”

"Shut up, Pete."

"He's German, and this has nothing to do with him."

"How could his pronunciation be German?" The older kid gave Reginald one look and said, "That's how Germans pronounce it......"

The older kid learned a few words of English with a German accent, and the deliberately exaggerated tone made Reginald laugh.

"My comrades-in-arms speak English really like this, you learn quite like that."

The older kid ignored Reginald, but Pete said to Reginald, "Aren't you German?" ”

"I was an American, joined the international column, and then transferred from the international column to the Luftwaffe."

"But you didn't know that there would be German planes airdropping food and clothing to us during the day!"

Reginald shrugged. At this time, he remembered the rumors he had heard while drinking at the pilots' club that there was a propaganda warfare unit in the political work department of the NERV headquarters, which was now on a "humanitarian mission", and that every day a considerable number of Junkers 1 took off from "a secret airfield" in France, not knowing what to do.

At that time, he thought that this was all nonsense, and he didn't care, but now it seems that there may really be such a force, secretly throwing food supplies into Britain and buying the hearts of the British people.

"How much can you get?" Reginald asked Pete. ”

"I guess most of them were obtained," Pete replied to Reginald's question unsuspectingly, "the things are thrown directly into the city, and they will be robbed as soon as they fall, and when 'they' come to the scene, they can only find the wooden boxes that have been crushed, but now even the wooden boxes will be taken away for firewood, and 'they' won't get anything." However, according to adults, some wooden boxes fell on the Thames, and they were robbed by 'them'. ”

Then Pete turned his head to look at Reginald: "Did you also come to throw food and were shot down?" ”

"No, I'm in charge of the bombing at night." Reginald smiled at Pete, "My target is the airport in the UK, and it's because of our bombing that these guys who come to drop things during the day can safely drop their cargo." ”

"That's cool," Pete said in a phrase that clearly came out of a film directed by Lin Youde, "and I want to be a pilot in the future." But I don't have the money to go to high school, and the Air Force doesn't want people who haven't gone to high school. ”

"You're only in elementary school now." Another kid said to Pete, "It's still early in high school, and you don't necessarily want to be a pilot yet." ”

"Y'all shut up." The eldest child, who had not spoken all the time, finally couldn't bear it anymore, and turned around and used a break to maintain the dignity of his child king.

Then the group walked around the alley for another five minutes, and finally, the child king stopped.

"We're here." He opened a small, shabby door and pointed inside, "You go in alone, the adults are waiting for you." ”

Reginald nodded, then walked through the door.

Inside the door was an ordinary small workshop, and there was no human figure.

Reginald turned around to ask the children who had brought him, only to see the door shut.

When the door fell, the room fell silent.

Finally, footsteps came from the stairs leading to the second floor, and a young man with glasses appeared in front of Reginald.

"Hello."

"An American pilot?" The young man frowned, "If you're a secret agent in disguise, this character setting is also quite creative. ”

"I am a major in the 314th tactical bomber unit of the Luftwaffe and have served in the international column."

"I know that our insiders have found the flight log book on the wreckage of your plane. Major, it seems that you are the leader? My men are looking for your men with all their might, and the fog you landed caused us a lot of trouble, and I can only promise to do my best. ”

"That's enough, I think my men are capable enough to protect themselves."

"That's good." The man with glasses nodded, then looked at Reginald and asked, "Are you hungry, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you?" It's food dropped by your plane, and you'd better go back and complain, most of the British don't know how to eat lasagna, they've never seen much of it, and they only handle potatoes and fish. ”