The lights flickered, the music was melodious, and the crowds of good people who had been accosting each other had been beaten away, and the person Eric had been waiting for finally came over-

"You're finally here, Mr. Stark." Eric raised his glass to the visitor and joked with him. "If you're still so calm, I'm already thinking about whether or not to put a short skirt on Tarbert and see if it works."

It's a well-known joke in high society - even if you put a shark in a short skirt, a certain 'flower' or 'playboy' will not hesitate to come to you.

Of course, the cheeky old acquaintance would not blush because of the ridicule of others, and he greeted him familiarly and walked up to Eric.

Now, the two men finally see each other again after a nineteen-year absence.

Eric looked at Howard, and Howard looked back at him, looking at each other, and they both sighed a little.

Now Howard has obviously aged a little, although he still looks tough on the outside, but his inner essence has begun to wither, and the long-term 'prodigal' life has caused irreversible negative effects on his health, the originally plump cheeks are slightly thin and sunken, the once bright but slightly frivolous gaze has become much deeper than before, the forehead is slightly bald, the face is slightly yellow, he is wearing a black 'color' suit, and when he is not speaking, he looks more like a stereotypical bureaucrat than a talented scientist.

Only the words and smiles when he came along the way still retained some romantic nature.

This is the magic of time, and time seems so cruel and merciless to those who cannot resist its power.

The same nineteen years have passed, but it has had no effect on Eric. Although the means of crossing the long river of time are unfamiliar, he has become fundamentally different from others, and in Howard's eyes, Eric is still the Eric of the past, like a picture of memory, completely ignoring the changes of the world.

For a moment, Howard felt an irrepressible jealousy welling up in his heart, and his pupils narrowed, but he quickly controlled his feelings and regained his sharpness.

At this time, Tarbert had already pulled up the CIA officer who was accompanying him and left with the chubby person in charge.

Howard glanced at the brigadier general and saw that Tarbert had taken the initiative to cooperate, and did not have any displeasure at all about Eric's teasing, so he further raised his evaluation of the influence of his old colleague.

Looking back on the past, in fact, their 'friendship' is very ordinary, just acquaintances who hide a competitive relationship, but the years have precipitated this relationship, and now even the parties themselves are difficult to sort out their views on each other.

"How's Peggy?" Eric asked in a low voice, looking far away through Howard's body.

"Same as me." Howard replied in the same whisper. "She did not return to England and remained in the United States to continue to work as an agent of the Scientific Strategy Corps......"

He gave a brief introduction to the situation.

Due to 'gender' discrimination, Carter was given a cold reception after the war, and could only serve tea and water at the regiment headquarters and do some administrative work. However, the much-neglected 'female' agent is not destined to work in a boiling water room for the rest of his life: some of his dangerous "Xiao Ming" are stolen and end up on the black market, so the Legion higher-ups suspect that he is trying to resell weapons, and the unexplained Stark has to find Carter and ask her to help find out the truth about Ming's theft and clear his name.

In this way, after some twists and turns, Carter finally saved Howard, and Howard felt that he needed to show his strength in the special department, so he took the opportunity to re-enter the SSR and find a way to become one of the leaders of the Science Strategy Corps, and play a role with Carter.

"I thought you'd be running for office, not spending time in the secret service." Eric said casually, somewhat strange at this.

"It's easy, but no one can maintain influence for a long time, politicians have to 'spend' too much time to curry favor with the public, I don't think I can do it, I want to be a 'tide' leader, not to 'expose' every inch of my skin from under my clothes and point out to reporters to take pictures." Howard's answer should be said to be very consistent with his 'sexual' personality.

However, there is also a problem here, that is, the Legion was originally created at the behest of President Roosevelt, without the full consent of Congress, and in a sense, it was an unconventional organization, and it only survived by virtue of its wartime shape and the fact that there was no particular contradiction between itself and the division of authority of other agencies. However, after the war, the Soviet Union replaced the Axis powers as the new henchmen, and the SSR became more and more sinister, and finally came under attack by the McCarthyists in 1953.

"Amazing brave souls, great patriots...... He almost cornered us! Can you imagine that the Legionnaires were often in their briefcases with a bottle of whiskey, and the politicians who defended the Nazis who slaughtered their own soldiers confused the Senate and the United States as a whole with a whole sea of facts of different 'sexuality' and unverifiable figures...... After a few years, the only good thing was that we were in power, but there was nothing to be happy about, because the whole SSR was almost finished. Howard said indignantly, and it could be seen that he had worked a lot to keep the unit.

"You're not going to sit idly by, are you?" Eric asked, knowing what was going to happen next.

Sure enough, Howard proved it.

"Yes, we've been trying to get support. Now it's a new era, and we're going to have to reorganize it into a whole new organization -- it's part of the United States -- and we've already figured out that the new unit will be called the High International Espionage and Law Enforcement Command, what do you think? ”

He asked with interest, and the corners of Eric's mouth twitched without answering, the name was the same as the abbreviation of the famous institution in later generations, but it sounded something else entirely.

"Or how about the Strategic Danger Intervention and Espionage Logistics Division, I've been thinking about them for a long time, the abbreviation is shie1d, shield, it's very in line with our 'spirit' god, right?" Speaking of his name, Howard's eyebrows fluttered, and only then did he regain some of his Ming temperament.

"What about Peggy's thoughts?" Eric was not interested in the names and asked directly about the point.

Howard grinned, suddenly a little 'fine'.

“…… Bureau of Territorial Strategic Defense, Attack and Logistics Support. He said weakly, and then heard Eric's opinion.

"That's the name!" Eric said in an irrefutable tone.

The conversation didn't last long, and that night Ericla took Howard to New York to meet the people he wanted to meet, and although the CIA had some opinions, who would care about them?

No one can stand in the way of a time traveler.

It was only a four- or five-hour drive during the day, and Eric arrived in a split second, and under Howard's guidance, he arrived at the New York residence of the 'female' agent, no one knew what they were doing inside, and it had been several days since he came out, during which time Howard helped them cope with all the disturbances, until he received the news of Eric's departure, and rushed back to him.

"Did you see Peggy?" No nonsense, he asked directly.

Eric nodded, not saying more.

Contrary to what others thought, the meeting was not pleasant at first, and nineteen years have consumed the best time of a 'woman'.

Just like the story in the Thousand and One Nights, King Solomon coaxed the simple demon god into a bottle and threw it into the sea, at first the demon god was full of expectations, and in the first millennium he promised to give wealth to the one who saved him, so that he would become the richest man in the whole world, but no one came, so in the second millennium he promised power, and in the third millennium he promised to be young, but the savior never appeared, so in the fourth millennium, it became a devil completely.

Peggy is faced with this transformation, no matter how resolute and decisive her 'sex' personality is, in the end she will not be able to live with good memories forever.

Fortunately, there is someone who can help her, not simply injecting vitality, but completely changing.

"You can restore her to 'spring', can you?" Howard asked tentatively, like senators in the past, he had reached an age where he needed to care about his life, and even because of his lifestyle, he felt the threat of frailty more clearly than the old people who were good at maintenance.

Eric didn't reply, and walked straight ahead without even a pause.

Howard could only follow closely behind like a follower, working hard for his life.

"Peggy's body report I know that she just looks old on the outside, but her physique is actually improving, like Steve. It's a contradiction, but she can't hide it from me, I know it even better than she knows herself, how did you do it? ”

"Isn't it you?" Eric said faintly, and Howard trotted up.

"Erskine did his tricks, and Brandt's people didn't show up until a long time later, but there were no researchers, no correct numbers, not even Steve, they completely lost hope, but I know you have a way, sue me, I can do a lot for you." Howard gasped a little and quickly reached out to grab him.

Now Eric finally turned his head and looked him silently into the eyes.

"I'm sure you can do a lot, but nothing compares to your own life. So the question arises: Mr. Stark, what are you going to give me in return? ”

His attitude was not aggressive, but Howard could feel the pressure inside.

Under this pressure, he suddenly laughed.

"I don't know what you want, just know that you can meet my needs." Howard regained his composure. "Growing up on the Lower East Side, my father was a fruit merchant and my mother was selling 'blouse' in a factory, and people like me are bound to get a bit of bad along the way up the ladder of high society. Some people have a 'flower' board on their heads, depending on your parents' background, your class, your beliefs, and your 'sex'...... If you want to break the 'flower' board these days, you have to do something conventional. So, what do you need me to do? ”

Howard spread his hands helplessly, but his eyes burned with the light of desire.

Eric raised an eyebrow and patted him on the shoulder.

Now, at last, he has one more Confederate soldier.

"Do what you have to do and you'll get what you want." Eric said softly.

"What about you?" Howard laughed, his stiff expression completely gone, and he turned back into the cunning Stark.

"As for me," Eric smiled faintly. "I'm going to visit a friend in the world's highest mountain range before I come and solve your problems."

He said casually, squinting his eyes and looking far to the east. r1152――aahhh+26727622――>

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