The curling ball flew past the batsman and the Dodgers made it 4-4 again! Eberts Stadium had fantastic weather today like that great goal, Philadelphia was in a stalemate again, and Pearson hit Zezel last month, and this time he will ...... Lai Ze ran to third base and scored! ”

Rumble!

Brooklyn Dodgers supporters in the stands stood up and cheered for victory, applause and cheers as one of the best games of the season at Eberts Stadium was born.

Steve, his mother, Sarah, and his partner, the Bucky family, screamed with excitement together, they were all Dodgers fans, and in fact there was no Brooklyn who was not a Dodgers fan.

"I should have been so resolute in inviting the teacher to come to the game!"

Steve said loudly to his mother, he was now a young man of eighteen or nineteen, still not tall, but he looked lean and strong, full of energy.

"Steve, Mr. Howlett has a lot of important things, and he doesn't have time to spend watching baseball."

Ms. Sarah said with a little reproach that Sarah, who has worked in the Howlett Advanced Research Institute for several years, is already a small director of the logistics service department, and often has to entertain generals and dignitaries who come to talk and cooperate in the institute, and she has already refreshed her perception of Mr. Howlett many times.

After the game, they were excitedly discussing the Dodgers' back-to-back equalizer and final winning goal, and Steve suddenly stopped to look at a recruitment poster posted outside the stadium with a complicated expression.

A white-bearded old man in the image of Uncle Sam, wearing a top hat with a star stripe, pointed ahead with a proud look, and the bold black font below reads: I WANT YOU!

Ms. Sarah's face suddenly became cold, and she straightened her blonde hair in front of her forehead, and after a few years of good life, she became beautiful again.

"Steve, let's go, it's not something you need to think about, the United States is still far from this war."

Young Steve Rogers quickly came back to his senses and smiled apologetically at his mother.

Yes, the European battlefield has almost fallen, and the Second World War, which is much larger than the war more than ten years ago, still does not seem to burn the God-blessed United States, and the American people continue to dance, watch the ball, and chase the dreams of the times.

On December 7, 1941, Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, sinking four battleships and two destroyers, destroying 188 aircraft, killing more than 2,400 American soldiers and wounding more than 1,000.

Howlett Estate, Long Island, New York.

“...... No problem, Mr. President, yes, the Howletts have stood with the White House since the Civil War and still do today... Okay, looking forward to meeting you. ”

James put down the yellow glazed telephone with unknown texture, and the attendant on the side left the front hall with the landline, he pondered for a moment, looked at Gatsby beside him, and commanded quite seriously.

"Immediately vacate the family's Oak Ridge plant in Tennessee for reconstruction, transport large quantities of uranium ore from Canada and our mines in the Congo to Oak Ridge, and send nuclear research experts and engineers from the Brooklyn Institute to New York City."

Gatsby asked cautiously, "Master, is this going to ......?"

Roosevelt couldn't sit still, well, but he couldn't stand up either. The Pacific base was bombed, and soon he was going to make a national mobilization speech, and he had to speed up the progress of Germany's nuclear research program on a large scale in order to benchmark against Germany's nuclear research program, and in this phone call, he almost moved Lincoln out. ”

After listening to James's words, Jayin Gatsby squinted his eyes and smiled, and said clearly.

"Yes, there is only a small amount of uranium ore suitable for use in the United States, some good ore is in Canada and Czechoslovakia, but the best uranium resources are in the Congo, and now that Czechoslovakia is controlled by Germany, the group's mineral resources in the other two places are second to none, not to mention the high-level factory base throughout the United States."

"This plan is a classified study of the first sequence of the United States at the moment, and soon the Pentagon and the White House will come to connect with you, try to cooperate, New York City will set up a military district, initially named Manhattan, and I will come forward in the future."

James finally instructed that he hadn't seen much outsiders for some years, and that he would have to do some disguise every time, but for the sake of the Manhattan Project, Roosevelt wanted him to make sure he made a trip to the White House.

After Pearl Harbor, the military base of the US Pacific Fleet, was bombed by the Japanese army, President Franklin D. Roosevelt issued the famous "national humiliation" speech to the entire American people, fully mobilizing the United States to participate in the war.

A few days later, the manor was underground.

Steve's footsteps are nimble and interspersed with changing positions, his arms swinging, like a shield constantly dismantling the opponent's attack, the opponent is a tall and burly brown-haired man, about thirty years old, the offensive path is very wild, his hands have always been in the shape of claws, and he can tear off a crack when he touches his body.

Bang bang!

The brown-haired man sprang up after swinging his front paws, and ducked up again, breaking Steve's block with one leg and tearing a few cuts in his training jersey on his chest.

"Come here today, Colin, and make progress."

One of the "Wolves" bowed and withdrew, leaving the underground training ground to James and Steve.

"I've obviously had something on my mind lately, let's talk about it."

James knows himself too well as a student, and in the past month's sparring practice, Steve's body-cracking punches have either been too aggressive or more hesitant, and he is not as comfortable as before.

"Teacher, I want to join the army."

Young Steve Rogers said solemnly to the teacher, as if he had made up his mind.

James smiled and asked seriously, "What about your mother?" ”

"She disagreed, very vehemently opposed."

Steve shook his head, he didn't complain about his mother, Sarah Rogers, who had enlisted in the 107th Army when his mother was still pregnant with him, fought in World War I, and died of mustard gas.

Of course, he could understand that his mother didn't want her only son to go to war again, and he didn't look like a good soldier.

"In the past few years, follow me to practice killing techniques, your talent is excellent, the third stage is one step away, although you look thin, but you can fight yourself one by one with your bare hands until you are tired and lie down."

James smiled self-deprecatingly as he spoke, and continued with a mocking tone: "But you haven't even killed a chicken, and the battlefield is not a place to rely on fists and feet, you say that you want to join the army, why, is it bloody?" ”

Steve's face was a little red, eighteen or nineteen-year-old people were the most enthusiastic, heroism flooded their hearts, he fixed his mind, and said in the eyes of the teacher.

"You once said that never back down, but to be worth it, what thing in this world is worth fighting without flinching? It's just relatives, lovers, and friends, but all of these things can only be had on the basis of peace and stability in this country, teacher, I want to contribute. ”

James got up and pressed a button, and soon a member of the wolf pack walked down and quickly left at James's orders.

"I'll give you a test, even if it's your graduation exam, and I'll agree with you to join the army when you're done, and I'll talk about your mother."

Steve looked at the teacher's somewhat strange smile, and there was a slight chill in it, not only has he been practicing hand-to-hand combat skills all these years, but he has also experienced those hellish "tortures" while training the wolf pack players with James.

He had a glimpse of this teacher's secret, but it was like a small spike in the iceberg.

New York, West Midtown, located on the west coast of Manhattan Island, New York.

One of the most chaotic and crime-driven places in New York City, a well-known slum populated mainly by the working class of Irish immigrants, is known for its chaotic and backward quality of living, high ethnic conflicts, and high crime rates.

The origin of the rumor is unknown, but it is used to being called "Hell's Kitchen".

Steve Rogers sat in the car, looking at a bag of papers handed to him by his teacher, with a grim expression.

"So such a person really didn't bear any guilt at all, and got out perfectly?" Steve said with some resentment, but even more incredulous.

"Mental illness is the best way for many criminals to get rid of their crimes in recent years, coupled with the operation of lawyers and the use of some means against the victims in private, it is not difficult to be acquitted, you only need to go to a psychiatric hospital for treatment and reporting, not to mention——"

James touched his cigar on the crystal ashtray and continued: "Gibson Cullen has always been a mad and violent extreme, a madman. ”

Steve's arms trembled as he looked at the photos of several mutilated women, biting his cheeks.

The driver slowly parked the updated silver gray stretch sedan at the intersection, signaling that James had arrived.

"Colin will take you in, and then you need to go and meet this thug Cullen alone, as for what you want to do, I don't care."

James stared ahead, not at his students.

Growth is not the road that others have walked, and the things that have passed, you can turn it into your own by listening to and seeing, it is not something that you have realized and realized, and others will not be able to catch it for you.

Colin walked to the entrance to an underground staircase, motioned for Steve to be below, looked a little encouraging, whispered a word of caution, and returned to the car.

Steve glanced back at the car at the end of the road and walked down with his fists clenched.

The stench, fishy smell, and the cacophony of jazz like a broken record player filled the small room.

It looked like a speakeasy, there weren't many people, but they were all blushing and disheveled, and two women were smoking cigarettes in bright makeup, and they were amusing to watch the uncomfortable little "boy" walk in.

At the innermost table, a bald-headed white man was swearing in a thick Irish accent, and several fat men with greasy hair and shining eyes were scooping up the dollars in front of the bald man.

"Gibson Cullen?"

Steve was a little regretful when he called his name, and he hadn't figured out how to question the villain.

"Your mother isn't here, no one feeds you, and even if you're here, you'll have to wait until I'm full first!"

Several red-faced men next to him laughed rudely, looking at this young and short boy playfully.

Steve yelled with some anger: "If a bastard like you also has a mother, then she must regret drowning you without giving birth to you, those women who were killed by your daughter, won't you meet them in your dreams!" ”

The room fell silent suddenly, and the sound of a pistol loading sounded, and Gibson Cullen expertly pulled out a revolver from under the table and pointed it at the strange young man.

Steve was a little nervous, having trained how to deal with firearms at all distances, but this was the first time he had faced an opponent who could actually shoot at him.

"Hehe, I think his clothes are pretty good, like from some rich man's house."

A fat man with a scar on his face next to Steve reached out and grabbed him in his pocket, today he was wearing the training jacket that the teacher prepared for him every day, and anyone with some eyes could see the exquisite materials and styles.

Quack! Rumble!

At the same time as the man's hand was about to touch Steve, two fingers were pinched like lightning, his wrist was twisted, he was kicked sideways, and the scar-faced strong man who had broken his finger wrist flew into the wine table next door.

Gibson Cullen fired a shot but didn't hit, the gunfire exploded, and Steve, who was stunned, stepped forward sideways, his right hand like an iron whip, and cracked into Cullen's head.

"Sir, the gunshots ......"

Colin turned worriedly from the passenger seat and looked at James, who was still sipping his cigar with a calm expression, as if he hadn't heard it, and after a while, he seemed to react and said softly.

"If something happens to him, it's because my eyesight is too bad."

As soon as he finished speaking, Steve Rogers walked up with his hair a little disheveled, his clothes splashed red and white, and there were blood stains on his face, but the whole person was unscathed.

He approached the car a little dejectedly but decently, and opened the door, and James sniffled with an ugly face.

"Stop, throw away the clothes and come back in, it stinks."

Steve was stunned for a moment, quickly took off his strangely colored jacket, threw it on the side of the road, took out a handkerchief and wiped his face, and then discarded the handkerchief before sitting in.

Colin watched in the front row as Steve pulled out his handkerchief, stifling a smile and trembling slightly.

James didn't ask anything, just told the driver to drive to Hull's Kitchen in Brooklyn, and Steve on the side stopped talking a few times.

"Say, don't screw it." James snuffed out the last bit of cigar in his palm, and it didn't seem to touch the skin, and the cigar head was extinguished.

"You don't just ask me what I did." Steve said in a somewhat resentful tone.

"My purpose is just to give you a feel of what it is like to really face the villain, or the situation that has the intention to kill you, and I don't care what the result is, what you have done. You want to go to the battlefield, and life and death are the most common things on the battlefield. ”

James's words are still natural, and he really doesn't care how Steve handles it, even if he sees the weak legs of the gun and kowtows a few times and runs out, he can be regarded as recognizing his own face.

"I was so anxious, I used all my strength with the crackling punch, and the strength of the second stage kill was enough, and Karen's head was smashed..."

After that, Steve grinned embarrassedly, a little like when he was a child, James looked at him strangely, killing skills and killing skills, really killing people, but experienced the "fun".

James and Steve waited in the house for Ms. Sarah to come home from work, Steve took the initiative to make food, and after dinner, James and Sarah talked alone for a while.

After a while, Steve was called in, and he looked at his mother's reddened eyes, and complained to himself with no taste.

Sarah hugged her son tightly and didn't say anything more.

Ten days later.

“...... Mike O'Connor, Henry Kaminsky, Steve Rogers..."

The auditors of the recruitment office called out to the young conscripts who were waiting for the physical examination, Steve was beating a drum in his heart, his mother and teacher agreed to his request to join the army, but his blood was ruined in the recruitment office, he didn't expect that it was not his relatives and friends who finally prevented him from joining the army, but the army itself...

"Steve Rogers... Boy! ”

The examiner of the physical examination report looked at the long column, such as: scarlet fever, rheumatic fever, allergic inflammation and other congenital diseases, and then looked at the young man's fine upper body, although he was short, but his muscles were abnormally well-proportioned and strong.

"Boy, it looks like you're doing a lot of push-ups? But that's not going to work, 4F. ”

Bang!

The examiner didn't wait for Steve to put the worst 4F mark on the file, in fact, after Steve learned boxing with James over the years, especially when he practiced to the peak of the first layer and second stage of the killing technique, many of the problems that he once had, such as filial asthma, high blood pressure, and heart rate instability, have long been gone.

But even so, he still does not meet the physical examination standards for recruitment, and this is the third time that he has changed his location and changed his place of origin to participate in the recruitment activity.

"Sir! Listen to me, I look short, and, with all these little faults, I'm strong enough that I can easily defeat anyone here. ”

As soon as Steve's words fell, there was a moment of silence in the check-in room for a few seconds, and then everyone burst into laughter, and the young men who applied for the draft were generally about 180 centimeters tall, all of them were shirtless, not only did not feel offended, but talked to each other with great interest about this interesting little man.

The examiner also laughed happily, waved his hand, and let him go back without care.

"Look."

Bang!

Steve slammed his fist through the wooden table in front of the Examiner, and he pulled out his arm sharply, but there was no scar to be seen.

"Oh Fack!"

Before Steve could get complacent, he was about to say a few words that he was very capable of, when he heard the officer in front of him yell.

"Guards, guards! Throw this stinky boy who played a trick on me, and throw it as far away as possible! ”

Two soldiers who were already responsible for maintaining order quickly walked up to Steve's side, one left and one right, and picked up the troublemaker and set up the room.

Steve knew that it was impossible for him to do anything with the guards, this was not the time to show his skills, so he could only shout that it was a misunderstanding, and he was thrown out of the recruiting office shirtless, and then received the same clothes that were thrown out.

......................

March 1942, the town of Tensberg, Norway.

Tønsberg is a town in southeastern Norway, located at the top of the Bay of Tønsberg, one of the oldest towns in Norway, where there are very traditional industries such as shipbuilding, papermaking, leather processing and beer, and is also famous for its silverware.

On the outskirts of the town are a large number of ancient royal tombs, which flourished during the Vikings of Northern Europe.

But the town, which has been quiet for thousands of years, is like a pool of stagnant water, and at this moment, the peace of more than a thousand years has been broken by ironclad chariots, tanks and German leather boots.

"They're here for it!"

A man with dirty blond hair and a typical Nordic beard ran into a quaint stone fort that looked like some kind of church, but in the middle was a huge sarcophagus, with old mottled iron candles hanging from the dome, and rusted armor stomachs that could barely see silver light piled around.

The old man walked slowly but forcefully out of a stone hut, his face flat, his hair rough and messy, draped over his shoulders, his nose as if broken and somewhat twisted, and the folds of his face piled around his eyes.

"Let them come, I don't know how many people have tried to find it over the years, and what they can't find, let them come!"

The old man's voice was like the sea breeze on the worst day, and it sounded a little frightening.

Rumble!

The stone castle trembled violently, and both of them shook a little under their feet.

Boom! A stone wall was broken open by a tank equipped with a ram, and the collapsed Leilei boulder immediately killed the man who rushed to report the news.

Dressed in shiny leather boots, John Schmidt stepped out of a military vehicle with skulls and tentacle markings and stepped on the stone paved roads of the ancient town.

The well-trained soldiers of the hydra rushed into the stone fort and searched everywhere, and several soldiers came to the sarcophagus and pushed the lid hard, but the huge and heavy sarcophagus did not move, as if the sarcophagus had been connected for thousands of years.

"It's really not easy to find here, you guys are very nice, and I have similarities with you."

Schmidt walked in, chatting casually as if he were meeting an old friend, and the old man stared coldly at the German leader in a black military uniform and a leather trench coat.

This man's side seems to be haunted by evil spirits, full of evil energy, his face is a little unnaturally stiff, the texture of his skin is also very strange, his eyes are prominent, his hairline is a little high, his bones are clearly outlined, and every trace of emotion is unreservedly released on his face.

"Of course, this resemblance is nothing else, but the story of the mediocrity of the world as a myth and a nursery rhyme, but you and I believe it deeply, and even take it as the truth."

The old man's voice trembled, and he continued to say hoarsely in his breezy voice: "What you are looking for is nothing but legends, and it is destined to be empty. ”

Smith grinned and walked to the sarcophagus, the lid of the coffin, which three or four sturdy soldiers could not push, was pushed aside by one of Smith's hands, sneering at the dust.

It was a corpse that had long since decayed, and even the armor and stomach cloak worn on it had long since rusted and rotted, and the cross-sword placed on its body had lost its sharpness, and it was fragile as if it had been shattered by a touch.

The corpse's hands were placed on his chest, but there was a hollow piece between them, as if he were holding something.

Schmidt glanced at the old man, his eyes widened as if they were about to jump out, and the folds on his face were pulled and flattened a lot, and he was even more surprised than Schmidt

"It seems that you are not as secretive as you think."

Schmidt pondered, but suddenly smiled strangely: "But it's too obvious here, and it's obvious that someone has taken something away, and you don't know it." ”

He waved his hand, and the tank fire bombarded the houses of the townspeople, and the terrible screams reached the ears of the old man, who watched as the fleeing people outside the stone fort were slaughtered by the invaders.

"Hurry up, how many of them will survive." Schmidt leaned over to the old man and whispered softly.

The old man's throat was only breathing in and out, and he didn't say a word, just stared straight at the huge wooden floating wall.

"Yggdrahir, World Tree."

Smith followed the old man's gaze and slowly approached, and with a certain ceremonial tone, he praised the huge floating statue, delicate and ancient, like the return of the mythical World Tree.

It is the sacred tree that runs through the Nine Realms and constitutes the world in Norse mythology.