The era of American comics begins

Chapter 94 Outdated People
Old-fashioned light bulbs hang from the ceiling in the basement, and the dim light casts jagged ghosts on the walls.A burly and tall man was lying on the dark floor, his upper body was shirtless, his shoulders were wide open, and his bulging muscles were as solid as baked bread.

He put the metal prosthesis of his left hand behind his back, supported the ground with his right hand, and quickly did push-ups with the strength of one hand.The yellow light shone on his silver-white alloy arm, reflecting a dim flash.

His name is Bucky Barnes, and he is a war hero, a member of the famous "Roaring Commandos" during World War II, and the private best friend of the legendary Captain America.

He's the Winter Soldier.

Like his best friend, for 70 years he was thought to have died heroically, but he didn't.A badly wounded Bucky was captured by their enemies, and Hydra enhanced him, fitted him with metal prosthetics, and brainwashed him into Hydra's loyal dog. For 70 years he was like a non-existent ghost, taking countless innocent lives and removing any obstacles in the way of Hydra's development, including even his former friends.

Like friends like Howard Stark and his wife Maria Stark.

Bucky's movements quickened.He bent his elbows, straightened, bent again, and straightened again. He repeated this process mechanically and quickly like a running machine, and the muscles on his arms were as if they were made of steel without feeling the slightest fatigue.

It's only five in the morning, but he can't sleep at all.

Whenever he closed his eyes, he seemed to be able to hear cries and screams, and he could see distorted faces begging him desperately for mercy.And the ending of every dream is that he has no expression on his face, pulls the trigger coldly, and takes the opponent's life with a single shot.

He had blood on his hands, and the worse part was that he couldn't even remember the faces and names of all of them.

"Buzz."

It was the sound of a mobile phone set to vibrate mode beating on the table.Bucky got up, walked to the table, picked up his phone and connected the call.

It's his current boss, and only one person will call him on this phone.

"Sir," he said.

"There is a task for you." Michael's voice came from the other end, "There is a target that needs to be cleared, and detailed information will be sent to your task mailbox in 1 minute.

Be careful, there are signs that this mission may conflict with S.H.I.E.L.D. "

"Got it." Bucky replied cleanly.

The phone hangs up. One minute later, the detailed information was sent to his encrypted mailbox. Bucky quickly scanned the briefing, and then turned off the phone.

He got up and started counting his equipment and packing his luggage.

He is not the same now.He is still a killer, and his job is still to obliterate the enemy and remove obstacles.But unlike before, his work now relies on his own free will.He clearly knew who he was going to kill, what he had done, and why he had to be dealt with.

Every time he pulled the trigger, he believed he had done the damage.

Sergeant Barnes turned off the light, closed the door and exited the room.The basement fell into a silent darkness, so quiet that one could hear the whispers from one's own heart.

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The tall and muscular blond man was wearing a gray short-sleeved sportswear and galloped along the shore like flying.Although he looked like he was exercising in the morning, his steps were light and vigorous, and his speed could only be ashamed of an athlete in the sprint stage of the [-]-meter sprint.

His name is Steve Rogers, Captain America, known as the "Living Legend".

He is a war hero, but he is also a man who does not belong to this era.He remembers that he led the team to try to stop the conspiracy of the Hydra leader Red Skull. He fought with the Red Skull on a plane, and finally drove the plane into the ocean. After being frozen for 65 years, he was excavated and saw the sun again.

Now he has finally accepted the reality that he has been sleeping for more than 60 years, but it still doesn't help him easily integrate into this era.The people he knew and the life he was familiar with seemed to suddenly disappear overnight, and the world around him seemed like a world away when he woke up.

He was relieved at first when someone told him they had won the war, but soon he also thought of—

——If the war has already been won, what else does the world need Captain America to do?

But people still regard him as a hero, and he learned through the newspapers how enthusiastic the people are about the return of Captain America.There is even a museum dedicated to him in the city.He pretended to go to see it in person, which brought back many memories.

The museum records in detail the heroic deeds of Captain America.Including how he bravely rushed into the enemy alone to rescue the captured soldiers, and how he formed the famous "Roaring Commando" and led them to deal bravely with the Red Skull and Hydra.

Of course, there's also a mention of Bucky, the best friend Captain America failed to save.

He sees a statue of Bucky in a museum.He was wearing a military uniform, a military cap, a gun in his hand, and ammunition chains wrapped around his body.I have to say that the statue is quite exquisite, and even the resolute expression is vividly carved.

To this day, he still clearly remembers the moment when Bucky fell off the train.He shouted his name loudly, and his figure fell towards the boundless frozen abyss.The speeding train left his figure far behind, until even his shouts were swallowed by the cold wind.

70 years later, that moment is still fresh in my memory.

After finishing his morning run, Rogers returned to his apartment.He climbed upstairs and greeted his neighbors in the hallway.He took out the key from his pocket, unlocked the door, but stopped in his tracks the moment he entered.

He frowned slightly.

As the best soldier in the world, he possesses not only the best fighting skills, but also keen insight and excellent senses, enough to help him realize that an unexpected visitor has entered his house.

He closed the door gently, and walked in lightly and silently.He suppressed his breathing and heartbeat, and raised his vigilance when he passed every corner where someone might hide.

But the other party never thought of hiding.The uninvited guest sat upright on the sofa, and stood up respectfully when he noticed him entering the door.

"Ah, sorry for trespassing," the man said, sounding a little nervous, "I'm a big fan of yours that's certainly not why I'm here. I mean"

"I remember you," Rogers said, "Phil Coulson? A senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D."

Rogers met Coulson when he was just unfrozen by S.H.I.E.L.D.He remembers the agent as a huge Captain America fan, and he also remembers the agent as a warm-hearted, nice guy.

"You remember me? That's great." Coulson did seem quite excited about it. "But senior agents are a thing of the past. Now I'm the director."

Rogers wondered: "I thought S.H.I.E.L.D. had been disbanded?"

"On the surface, yes. But the world still needs us." Coulson shrugged, "And now, we may need your help."

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