Greenwich Village, New York, Central Park Cafe.

Dressed in casual clothes and wearing a cap on the couch on the side, Steve is now a wanted person for S.H.I.E.L.D., and an hour ago, Alexander Pearce, who took over Fury's work, issued an arrest warrant for himself.

If he hadn't known about it, Steve might have been trapped in S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the current situation is not clear, as the head of S.H.I.E.L.D., Nick Fury's life and death are unknown, he must find out the truth.

Greenwich Village, also known as the West Village, is the stronghold of America's counterculture, where artists, activists, and rebels have gathered since the end of the last century. Most of the people who live here are writers, artists, and actors.

Rock singer Bob Dylan once sang the rebellious voice of the 60s here, and famous Hollywood stars Robert Drooney and Al Pacino also tried their best in the small theater here before starring in "The Godfather", chasing their acting dreams.

The intricacies of roads in this area, which are very different from the checkerboard urban planning, and the relatively small number of surveillance cameras, made Steve choose to hide here. After leaving Pierce's conference room, he took a USB stick from Fury's office while no one was looking, and the real content of the encrypted message was to inform it of its location.

"Captain, your camouflage skills are really not good."

As Steve was holding a cup of coffee and thinking about what to do next, a woman who was also dressed in a low-key way sat down next to him.

"Before S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rapid response special forces arrive, you have half an hour to decide whether you should trust me or not." Natasha whispered.

"Fury said you were on a secret mission, and he told me the same thing, don't trust anyone."

Steve stares closely at the top S.H.I.E.L.D. agent, known as the "Black Widow" who, like Hawkeye Barton, is Fury's right-hand man.

"I know who took Fury." Natasha's tone was flat, "Many intelligence agencies don't believe in his existence, his name is the 'Winter Soldier', and he has been believed to be the murderer of more than twenty assassinations in the past fifty years. Five years ago, I was escorting a nuclear physics engineer out of the Middle East, and someone burst my car tire near Odessa, and a bullet passed through me and hit the engineer. ”

Natasha lifted the hem of her coat to reveal a scar on the right side of her lower abdomen, and after losing contact with Nick Fury, the female agent followed Captain America closely, and like Maria Hill, they both thought that they could only trust Steve Rogers for the time being.

If there is anyone else, it is absolutely impossible to be a spy of Hydra, it must be Captain America. His morals and character are beyond doubt.

"It's impossible to track down the Winter Soldier, I've tried, and it's a ghost." Natasha had palpitations.

The dangerous experience of five years ago, even if I think about it now, is scary, the other party is like a machine, calmly and rationally completing the task, and then walking away.

There was no mud at all, not even a shadow of the other party, and if it weren't for the Soviet bullet left in the engineer's skull, maybe Natasha would have thought it was a dream.

"Then let's find out who this ghost really is." Steve replied.

He was a veteran and never knew what it meant to hold back. Since Fury left clues for himself before being taken away, it would be good to find the past.

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Three hours later, Steve and his companion Natasha arrived at the Caspian training camp in New Jersey, where Captain America used to train as a recruit, full of memories of the times.

They dodged two searches by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s rapid response special forces, and then opened the USB flash drive in a densely populated e-mall, and the internal data was protected by artificial intelligence and could not be read, so Natasha used the tracking program to locate the exact location of the signal.

Steve never imagined that he would one day return to this place, the training camp had been abandoned for a long time, overgrown with weeds, and apparently reduced to a useless building, which was estimated to be demolished and razed in a short time.

Looking at the erected rusty flagpole, Steve's ears seemed to echo the roar of Colonel Phillips, at that time, he was still a thin little man, relying on Dr. Egins to open the back door before he passed the military medical examination.

He was always last in every training program, and Colonel Phillips once wondered why Dr. Eggins chose himself, and it was only later that he understood that 'character is more important than muscles'.

Steve Rogers has lived up to Dr. Erkins' expectations, and he has always done the right thing and strived to be a good person to be trusted.

"It's a wrong location, no thermal images, no signals, not even radio waves." Natasha took out her instrument and scanned it, and said in frustration.

She felt cheated and had come all the way from New York to New Jersey to find nothing. In this abandoned training camp, every barracks was inspected and there were no suspicious signs.

"No, we're not in the wrong place. Military regulations stipulate that the storage of military supplies is prohibited within 500 yards of the barracks...... This building should not exist. ”

Steve wields a vibranium shield and cuts the iron lock of the warehouse door, inside is the office stronghold of the Strategic Science Corps, and there are multiple portraits on the walls, Colonel Phillips, Howard Stark, and Peggy Carter, all of whom are old people from the last century.

After some investigation, they found a secret space behind the bookcase, and took the elevator all the way down to a large computer room, where the antique server was covered in dust and seemed to have not been taken care of in a long time.

Perhaps the sensor was touched, and the lights inside the computer room turned on one by one, and Natasha saw a brand-new data interface on the console, as if someone had guessed their arrival.

Tried to insert the USB flash drive, and then broke the silence, and the whole computer room began to operate, it was unbelievable, these old antiques could still work normally.

A dense and noisy turning sound echoed, and a line of green text lit up on the retro screen, "Do you want to start the system?" Natasha didn't hesitate too much and replied directly to YES.

From the moment they stepped into the place, everything was full of strange things. Steve remained silent, a faint vigilance rising in his heart, as if someone was deliberately leading him, the barracks where he had been trained, the stronghold of the Strategic Science Corps, and this large machine room located underground.

He vaguely felt that there was a pair of invisible eyes watching him, and perhaps, as Fury said, a great conspiracy loomed, and the opponent hid in the darkness that no one knew, looking down on everyone.

The data streamed into green characters was constantly refreshed, and finally formed a blurred face, and the camera on the console slowly rotated, sweeping over the two people in front of them.

Steve Rogers, born 1918...... Natasha Alia Lozna Romanov, born in 1984......"

Words with a strong Russian accent came out of the computer, and the blurred human face changed anthropomorphic expressions from time to time, which looked quite weird. ()

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