When the plane arrived in Brooklyn, the airport wasn't too well guarded, apparently not wanting to make too much of a fuss.

Before leaving, Zhang Yang and the others changed into civilian clothes to prevent their identities from being exposed, and then left the airport and entered the city under the guidance of two black old-fashioned cars.

"Has anyone else arrived?"

"Mr. Colonel, Senator Brandt has arrived, and it's time for you."

The young man driving the car said respectfully, this person gave Zhang Yang the feeling of a soldier in his gestures, and he was obviously disguised.

"That's good, how are the defense forces arranged?" Phillips nodded.

"Our men are already secretly lying in ambush all around, absolutely no problem, Colonel."

Zhang Yang secretly despised in his heart, the other party's confident words made him a little disdainful, the so-called absolutely no problem, it was easily broken through in the movie, not only killed Erskine but also snatched the serum, and the person in charge of guarding the door was actually an old lady in her sixties!

Whenever he thought of the picture of the old lady holding a submachine gun and trying to stop the intruder, Zhang Yang was speechless for a while, and he couldn't understand how these people were arranged, and no one found such a bright flaw. However, these words could only be said in his heart, and Phillips was obviously satisfied with what the person had said, and nodded and asked no more.

"Alright, let's go, we can't keep the senators waiting too long."

"Okay."

"Doctor, you and I share a car." Phillips beckoned to Erskine and got into the same car. And Zhang Yang, Steve and Carter are the other one, although the car is slower. But the space inside is still relatively spacious, enough to seat four people.

Steve didn't say a word after getting into the car, keeping an eye on the situation outside the car. Zhang Yang followed his gaze and could see the towering old-fashioned buildings on both sides of the street.

"Steve, what's wrong with you?" Zhang Yang asked.

"I'm fine, I just remembered some things from the past."

Steve came to his senses and shook his head. Then he looked outside as if recalling something: "I grew up here with Bucky, but unlike him, I was often beaten. This parking lot. There was also the alley that I passed before, and a restaurant in front of me, all of which were beaten. ”

The place he had just passed clearly reminded Steve of his previous experience, certainly not in a good way. And Carter seems to know about Steve's situation for the first time. Gave Steve a meaningful look: "They beat you, why don't you run?" ”

Steve smiled bitterly: "If you run, they will keep chasing, and only by standing up and fighting back at them can you have the possibility of repelling them." ”

Carter didn't expect such an answer and didn't say anything more, while Zhang Yang asked a few questions about Bucky, and it didn't take long. The two cars pulled up in front of an old antique shop, and a few idlers were smoking and chatting in front of the door. It's just that his eyes inadvertently swept over Zhang Yang and the others.

"Follow me."

Carter walked in with the crowd, and Zhang Yang noticed that there were several other old-fashioned cars parked in the doorway, and a few men in hats around them were talking in low voices, which seemed to be normal.

"What, there's a problem?"

Phillips passed by Zhang Yang, noticed Zhang Yang's actions, and asked casually.

"Maybe I'm too careful, and I always feel like someone is watching us behind our backs." Zhang Yang shook his head, he only knew that Hydra sent someone to ambush at the door to pick up the people who mixed inside, but it was a little difficult for him to identify, in front of and around this antique shop, it was obviously a parking space set out, and it was full of cars, and the other party only needed to find a place to hide, and Zhang Yang could only pounce.

"Hehe, you're too nervous, don't worry, this is New York, it's our territory, and the Germans and Japanese don't have that much ability to touch here."

Phillips smiled and patted Zhang Yang's shoulder, obviously very confident in the defense force here, and then pushed the door with Dr. Erskine, Zhang Yang secretly noted the faces of several people around him, and then no longer hesitated, and walked in behind everyone.

Like the store's signature "Brooklyn Antique Store," this is a shop that specializes in antiques, with several bronze vases and ornaments visible from the glass vitrines outside the door. Of course, these grandiose things in the window are naturally not valuable items, good things are in the store, you must know that the nominal owner of this store is an old lady, if someone comes to rob the door, there is really no power to deal with it.

Inside the shop is a long carpet with red and yellow flowers, and if you look around, you can see many things that look very historical, obviously antiques, from large wooden tables and chairs, to bulky pendulum clocks, to small oil paintings, vases, silver knives and forks for eating, etc., which look like a dazzling array of things. Of course, the price of these things is also expensive, as for the authenticity of it, whether it is an antique or not, this needs to be decided by the eyes of the guests.

In antiques, there is a saying that the eyesight is not good enough to buy a fake, that is, a fake, and on the other hand, there is naturally a saying that there is a leak, and they all rely on personal eyesight to eat. Zhang Yang is ignorant of these antiques, and although it is impossible to pick up leaks, it will not give people money for nothing.

On the contrary, Steve seemed to be very interested in these antiques, and his spirit was much better, and at this time, an old lady came out of the inner room, who looked about sixty years old, although her face was full of wrinkles, but she could still see that she was also a beauty when she was young, and smiled slightly after seeing Zhang Yang and his party:

"Hello guys, I need to buy something."

"I want to buy a set of 19th-century wooden furniture, and I heard that you have a chair that has been handed down from the British royal family, and my father is old and doesn't like to sit on those steel furniture." Carter picked up the conversation with familiarity, and everyone understood that this was a code.

The old lady's face remained unchanged, and she did not see that she was saying a code, and continued:

"The weather looks great today."

"Yes, but I always carry an umbrella."

After a strange joint code, the old lady calmly walked to the counter, and her fingers touched a gray button to press, and if someone went around the back of the counter, they could see that there was a brand new submachine gun under the button.

"The chairs are in the pantry, go over and pick them yourself."

Carter nodded slightly, and then led everyone to the back room, the so-called storage room, but when he entered, there was only a bookcase, and an old wooden cabinet next to it, on which were scattered with stacks of English books, which looked like they had been for some years.

The five of them stood in front of the bookcase, waited for a moment, and then heard the sound of hydraulic rotation, and then what appeared to be a whole bookcase split directly from the middle, and on the other side of the bookcase were two steel doors inlaid with rivets, and several soldiers in light green military uniforms were talking about something at the table.

"Let's go."

Carter was at the front, coming here only a little less often than Justkine compared to Phillips, while Zhang Yang and Steve were here for the first time. Zhang Yang looked at this secret base surrounded by steel plates thoughtfully.

Before entering, he had observed the surroundings of the antique shop, most of the space in this real room was underground, just within the confines of the antique shop, and the old lady might have been a retired agent, or had cooperated with the military, or was simply a cover for the military to put it out.

The white-hat soldier with the abbreviation "MP" on it immediately opened the iron door at the end of the passage after seeing everyone, and a wide underground space appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

In Steve's eyes, these large instruments covering most of the space, as well as the densely shining red, green and yellow three-color indicators, are already very advanced in his opinion. And Zhang Yang, who has been bombarded by various sci-fi blockbusters for I don't know how long, will naturally not be shocked by these so-called advanced instruments.

"Steve, you come with me."

Erskine only spoke at this moment, patted Steve on the shoulder, and woke him up, while Phillips turned and walked to the side of the stairs, Zhang Yang noticed that above his head, a transparent rectangular glass wall stood on top of it, and by taking advantage of the height difference, the person sitting behind the glass curtain wall could see the whole process of the real process very clearly.

"Let's go over together, I'll have to wait a few minutes to start."

Carter gestured to Zhang Yang and walked down behind Erskine, obviously not refusing to be thousands of miles away.

The moment Zhang Yang stepped into this real room, it meant that he had gained the trust of Phillips, and the rest of the things would naturally open the door to him, of course, the specific number of real yàn and the recipe process were not something he could touch, including Carter, I am afraid he was not qualified.

"Steve, wait a minute, you take off your shirt, tie, and hat and lie down on top of that machine."

Erskine instructed Steve to take off his shirt, and immediately attracted everyone's attention, although he still looked skinny, everyone was stunned to find that there were already muscle lines under Steve's body.

"Oh my God, he's so skinny."

"Seitrin, his arm doesn't seem to have your vinegar."

The two female technicians chuckled in low voices, making Steve's face a little embarrassed. It's just that Zhang Yang's attention at the moment is not on him, but at a young white man with a mustache, a shirt and a tie, who seems to be a little out of place with the people in white coats. (To be continued......)