New York's Center Square, War Heroes Memorial.

In front of the pavilion, two stone statues of young men in battle clothes towered, one holding a sword and the other a shield, the two of them turned their backs to each other, and their majestic and fierce eyes shot forward.

At nightfall, the light falls on the top of the statue, like a circle of sacred flowers.

The musical fountain is located at the foot of the sculpture, and under the music of modern warfare, the rhythmic throwing of clear water sets off the exciting momentum.

Many office workers, or tourists from other places, bring their old and young family members, gather around the statue in twos and threes, stop and look up.

Two tall young men, a little sneaky, lowered the caps above their heads.

They carefully avoided the crowd in front of the gate and followed the steady stream of people into the memorial.

"Come and see the war memorial that promotes the memory of yourself...... Why would I do such a boring thing? ”

Caught in the crowd, Kyle felt bored for no reason, glanced at Steve, who was in high spirits next to him, and could only sigh helplessly, and walked with him to the museum.

The corridor of the memorial.

On both sides of the wall are embedded screens, constantly looping World War II propaganda films, a sword-wielding youth in a black battle suit, and a shield-wielding youth in dark blue leggings, the two of them as the protagonists, leading the soldiers, charging forward to dominate the battle.

This place is not for me......

Kyle lowered the brim of his hat, afraid of being recognized.

Watching my promotional video like this, I always feel an inexplicable shame.

Steve watched it with relish, and was even more surprised by the modern color video, his eyes constantly revealing the brilliance of accepting new things.

In front of the exhibition hall in a corner, tourists were lively, and the video projected a photo of a short young man, and with the explanation of the voice-over words in a circular tone:

'Steve Rogers. Before the injection of serum, he weighed 95 pounds and was 5 feet 4 inches tall, and he was not able to enlist in the army many times due to poor physical condition. After the injection of serum, he weighed 240 pounds and was six feet 2 inches tall......

"Kyle, that's talking about me over there." Steve smiled and whispered to Kyle.

Kyle nodded, and the voice continued to float over: "Steve Rogers was selected to participate in an unprecedented project during World War II, he became the world's first super soldier, saved thousands of soldier prisoners in his first operation, and is Captain America who represents national justice!" A legendary hero who dismantles the Hydra organization and saves the world! ”

Steve's eyes lit up slightly, and he patted Kyle on the shoulder, and said proudly like a child, "Well, I'm amazing." ”

"Awesome." Kyle doesn't want to hit his old friend, so he has to give him a thumbs up.

Steve smiled, his previous sadness gone, and his fists clenched quietly.

This at least made him understand that although the road was lonely and hard, as long as the world recognized it as a heroic act, everything was worth it.

The two of them continued to go deeper into the museum. Arrive at another huge exhibition hall, where both photos and videos are based on darkness, and there are model pendants of one-handed swords.

The crowd is almost full.

Kyle Astorf, who first entered the recruit base, quickly rose to prominence in training and became a dazzling new star among soldiers. ’

He is the youngest major general in the United States and the greatest war hero of World War II, not only dismantling the Hydra organization, but also dominating the battlefield in many major wars, saving and accelerating the return of the world to peace, and is known as a symbol of peace today! ’

The voice-over voice is heard in my ears.

Steve tugged at the corners of his mouth and looked at Kyle, who was in his pocket next to him with a look of indifference.

"How do I feel, my limelight has been overpowered by you." Steve said depressedly.

"You're thinking too much."

Kyle pats him on the shoulder in turn as a gesture of comfort.

In the war memorial, there are also photos of important people such as the Ministry of Science and Strategy and the Roaring Commandos in the old days.

Kyle and Steve visit the place, as if to remember their lost youth, the era of war that the world has gradually forgotten and buried.

"In the twenty-first century, the era of peace is so good." Seeing the end, Steve sighed softly.

"In the future, you probably won't think like that." Kyle shook his head and said coldly, "Once the world is cleaned up and clean, many people will want to destroy it." ”

Steve fell silent, took one last look at Peggy's picture on the wall, turned around and waved his hand, "Let's go, it's time to leave." ”

Kyle bowed, and the two exited the entrance to the memorial.

Walking into the hallway near the entrance, a large number of screams suddenly came from outside the door, and then people seemed to be forced to return to the museum.

"What?!" An uncle who wanted to go out was surprised and roared angrily.

"Shut up!"

He was responded to by the rough invective of several men outside the door.

The uncle was about to say something, when a loud gunfire rang out like a warning, and he was so frightened that he turned pale and retreated inward.

"It's ...... Rob? Steve asked, surprised, somewhat understanding what Kyle meant.

"It should be." Kyle couldn't complain.

New York is a sin city......

However, I chose the War Memorial to rob, and I don't know if the boss of the robber has the wrong line in his brain.

Or is it that the aura of heroes will attract robbers to commit crimes, which is also the default rule in hero movies.

The two of them stopped in the middle of the corridor near the entrance, motionless, like two iron pillars, and the frightened tourists swept past them, hiding in the hall of the memorial behind them.

"Let me in!"

Five black-clad and hooded robbers, armed with guns in both hands, drove visitors into the hall and barricaded the entrance to the memorial.

The leader of the robbers stood in the corridor, glanced inward, and said sharply: "Hold your head in your hands and squat down honestly!" Hand over your belongings one by one! ”

As soon as the words fell, the tourists collectively squatted down in horror, and in the blink of an eye, only two young people were left standing conspicuously in the middle.

"You two, don't you want to live?" The leader of the robbers raised his eyebrows and pointed at his gun.

But neither of them looked at him, and was discussing something in their own whispers.

"Shall I come, or will you come?" Kyle asked, with his hands still in his pockets, bored.

"Let me do it. After lying down for so long, it's time to move your muscles and bones. Steve said with a shrug.

"Don't push me ......"

The robber pointed his gun at Steve, and before he could finish his sentence, Steve suddenly moved.

He stepped forward with a swift lunge and burst forward, and the leader of the robbers reacted, and his finger subconsciously put his finger on the trigger, and he was about to shoot.

But Steve's speed was obviously faster, leaning close to the armpit of the robber leader, his hands quickly stretched out, holding the barrel of the gun in one hand and breaking it up, and holding the opponent's wrist with the other hand and twisting it into a twisted shape.

'Bang! ’

Gunshots rang out, and a light bulb on the ceiling of the hall shattered.

Steve flipped his hands over, the screams of the robber leader were still in his throat, and his body flipped more than 180 degrees, and his head slammed down against the smooth floor.

"The action is not bad."

Kyle commented, but yawned sleepily.