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Chapter 259 The Return of the Hero

New York Central Plaza, War Heroes Memorial.

In front of the museum, two stone statues of young men in combat uniforms stood, one holding a sword and the other holding a shield, with their backs to each other, and their majestic eyes shot forward.

After nightfall, the lights fall on the top of the statue, like a circle of sacred crowns.

The musical fountain is located at the foot of the sculpture. Under the music of modern wars, the clear water is thrown rhythmically, and the performance sets off the exciting and passionate momentum.

Many office workers, or foreign tourists, brought their families, young and old, to gather around the statue in twos and threes, stopping to look up.

Two tall young men, a little sneaky, lowered their peaked caps.

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

"Come and see the war memorial that promotes my memory...Why should I do such a boring thing?"

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

Hallway of the memorial.

There are built-in screens on the walls on both sides, and the World War II propaganda film is continuously shown. The young man with a sword in a black suit and the young man with a shield in dark blue leggings are the protagonists, leading the soldiers and charging forward. domination battle.

This place is not for me...

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

Watching my promotional video like this, I always feel a kind of inexplicable shame.

Steve watched it with gusto, and was even more taken aback by the modern color video, his eyes constantly showing the splendor of accepting new things.

In front of a corner of the exhibition hall, there are lively crowds of tourists, and the video shows a photo of a short young man, accompanied by a voice-over explanation in Zhengyuanqiang:

'Steve Rogers.Before the serum injection, he weighed 95 pounds and was five feet four inches tall. He failed to enlist in the army due to poor health many times.Post serum, 240 lbs, 2'[-]"

"Kyle, you're talking about me over there." Steve smiled and said in a low voice to Kyle.

Kyle nodded, and the voice continued to float over there: "Steve Rogers was selected to participate in an unprecedented project during World War II. He became the world's first super soldier and rescued thousands of soldiers and prisoners in his first operation. , is Captain America who represents the justice of the country! The legendary hero who dismantled the Hydra organization and saved the world!"

Steve's eyes brightened slightly, he patted Kyle's shoulder lightly, and said proudly like a child, "How about it, I'm good."

"Excellent." Kyle didn't want to hit his old friend, so he had to give him a thumbs up.

Steve smiled, the previous sadness disappeared, and his fists were quietly clenched.

This at least made him understand that although this road is lonely and difficult, as long as the world recognizes it as a heroic act, everything is worth it.

The two continued to go deeper into the hall.Arrive at another huge exhibition hall, where both photos and videos are based on darkness, and there is also a model pendant of a one-handed sword.

Tourists gathered here were almost full.

'Kyle Dorff, when he first entered the recruit base, he quickly emerged in the training and became a dazzling new star among the soldiers. '

'He is the youngest major general in the United States and the greatest war hero of World War II. He not only disintegrated the Hydra organization, but also dominated the battlefield in many large-scale wars, saved and accelerated the return of the world to peace, and is known as a contemporary symbol of peace! '

The voice-over commentary came to the ears.

Steve twitched the corner of his mouth far-fetchedly, and looked frustratedly at Kyle, who had his pockets in his side and looked indifferent.

"How do I feel, my limelight has been overwhelmed by you." Steve said depressed.

"You think too much."

Kyle patted him on the shoulder in return, as a gesture of reassurance.

In the war memorial hall, there are photos of important figures such as the Science and Strategy Department of the old era and the Roaring Commando.

Kyle and Steve visited everywhere, as if to remember their lost youth, the era of war that was gradually forgotten by the world and buried far away.

"In the 21st century, it's a wonderful time of peace." Seeing the end, Steve sighed softly.

"In the future, you may not think so." Kyle shook his head and said coldly: "This world is tidied up and cleaned up, and many people will want to destroy it and mess it up."

Steve fell silent, glanced at Peggy's photo on the wall for the last time, turned around and waved his hands and said, "Let's go, it's time to leave."

Kyle nodded, and the two exited towards the entrance of the memorial hall.

Walking to the corridor near the door, there was a sudden burst of screaming outside the door, and then people seemed to be forced to flow back into the museum.

"What are you doing?!" The uncle inside who wanted to go out was startled and roared angrily.

"shut up!"

What responded to him was the violent abuse from several men outside the door.

Just as the uncle was about to say something, a loud gunshot sounded like a warning, causing him to turn pale and back away in fright.

"Is this... robbery?" Steve asked in surprise, somewhat understanding the meaning of Kyle's words just now.

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

It should be said that New York is indeed the city of sin...

However, if he chooses the war memorial to rob, I don't know if the robber boss has a wrong brain.

In other words, the aura of a hero will attract robbers to commit crimes, which can be regarded as the default rule in hero movies.

The two stopped in the middle of the corridor near the door, motionless, like two iron pillars. The terrified tourists passed by and hid in the hall of the memorial hall behind them.

"Give me all in!"

Five robbers wearing black clothes and hoods, holding guns in both hands, drove the tourists into the hall and blocked the entrance of the memorial hall.

The leader of the robbers stood in the corridor, glanced at everyone, 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 squatted down in panic, and in a blink of an eye, there were only two young people standing conspicuously in the middle.

"You two, don't you want to live?" The robber raised his eyebrows and pointed his gun.

But the two of them didn't even look at him, they were discussing something in a low voice to themselves.

"Am I coming, or are you coming?" Kyle asked with his hands still in his pockets, bored.

"Let me do it. After lying down for so long, it's time to stretch your muscles." Steve shrugged.

"Don't force me..."

The robber pointed his gun at Steve, and before he finished speaking, Steve moved suddenly.

With a quick lunge, he rushed forward explosively. The robber leader reacted, subconsciously put his finger on the trigger, and was about to shoot.

But Steve's speed was obviously faster. He leaned close to the robber's leader's armpit, stretched out his hands quickly, held the barrel of the gun with one hand, and twisted it into a twisted shape with the other hand.

'Boom! '

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

Steve flipped his hands, the robber leader's scream was still in his throat, his body turned more than 180 degrees, and his head hit the smooth floor hard.

"The action is not bad."

Kyle made a comment, but yawned slightly sleepily.

(End of this chapter)