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Jarod raised his hands, sat on the stool behind the counter, and quietly changed into a less tired position.

On his head, there was a black muzzle of a gun at this time, and not far behind him was the employee of the cake shop who worked with him today, tied up like a twist and thrown in the corner, crying like pear blossoms with rain.Although he understood that this was the most intuitive reaction for ordinary people to face threats to their lives, Garald still couldn't help but have black lines all over his head, and the corners of his forehead twitched and ached.

... Please, you are still a man anyway, is it really okay to cry like this?

If it wasn't for the bad timing, Garrod would really like to stuff the rag from the counter into the guy's mouth right now.His hearing was originally ten times sharper than that of ordinary humans, which is supposed to be a great advantage, but in this case it became ten times torture.In addition, the robbers overhead were confronting the police outside the store emotionally, roaring one after another, so loud that people couldn't help but want to pull their ears down and cover them.

So, how did things end up like this?

He glanced at the gunpoint on his forehead, then out of the window at the S.H.I.E.L.D. agent who had been groping along the wall and making comforting gestures to him through the glass.Jialuode sighed silently, but also retracted his legs that were about to move, and quietly faced his hostage, while being full of complicated and sad despair towards this world.

10 minutes ago—

Walking into the store with a backpack on his back, he greeted the colleague who was already standing behind the counter and tidying up the cash register.Garald took off his earphones, put on the apron specially designed for the back kitchen, and while looking at the order sent by the boss, he walked into the workshop to prepare the materials needed for today.

It is the hottest time of the year in New York, and the sun hangs overhead like a furnace, making the whole city red.Although it was less than 5 minutes away from the subway station, when Jarod entered, his shirt was still mostly soaked with sweat.Strands of black hair stuck to the neck, looking a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you tie your hair up?"

Looking up from behind the counter, the colleague who was on shift with him today glanced at the back of Jialude who disappeared behind the door, and couldn't help muttering:

"Or just cut it off. It looks hot with such long hair. I think short hair is also suitable. Anyway, with your face, those little girls won't dislike you because of it."

There was obviously a bit of harmless jealousy in these words, but Garald didn't care much, and didn't answer anything.Instead, he stroked his hair dangling under his ears, with a helpless smile on his face.

In fact, he's not uncut.

His original hair was much longer than it is now, almost hanging straight to his waist. In order to integrate into the human society of the 21st century, most of it has been cut off cruelly, and the remaining part must never be moved.This is not to say that it has anything to do with maintaining the image, it's purely because if it were shorter, he wouldn't be able to cover his sharp ears that are different from ordinary people.

Jarod was an Elf, a Noldor of the world of Arda, created by Iluvatar.

In his memory, he lived a long, long time.From the time when most of the Noldor elves rebelled against Valinor in the Double Tree Period, until Sauron was wiped out in the Holy War of the Ring, he wandered in the vast middle-earth to find his own destiny.After the war ended, the age of mankind finally came, and the elves gradually chose to go westward from the Gray Harbor to Aman. He was supposed to return with the Rivendell elves, but he rejected Elrond's invitation and chose to stay in Middle-earth , stay in this piece of land that he has measured with his whole life and sleep forever.

Then this sleep, I slept for several thousand years.It wasn't until the agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. accidentally dug him out somewhere deep in the forest that Garald finally woke up in this completely strange era, and found to his heart that he seemed to have become an incompatible intruder , a walking living fossil.

Therefore, he had to start learning the way of modern human beings and work hard to integrate into this world.And found a part-time job in this cake shop. Although the salary is not much, he can barely support himself and doesn't need too many skills belonging to the 21st century. Jialuode feels that he can't ask for more.

Turn on the oven, take out the freshly baked biscuits on the tray and put them in the box.He finally checked and placed the order, and after confirming that it was correct, he carried the box and walked out of the workshop, preparing to hand it over to his colleagues to deliver to the customers who had already booked last night.

And the accident happened at the moment when Jialuo opened the curtain.

Before he could react, a pistol with a cold light was pressed against his forehead.The colleague who was standing behind the counter to greet customers was already lying face down on the ground, and the sparse customers in the store also rushed out screaming, took out their phones while running and called 911, and soon the person in charge of the incident was called. The patrolmen on the road surrounded the cake shop layer by layer.

Garald felt that he was simply unlucky.

Of course he knew what a gun was.In fact, when he first woke up, he was still suffering from S.H.I.E.L.D. on this thing.Although I didn't expect this era to be any more peaceful than they were then, but being kidnapped at gunpoint in broad daylight was too much. Not only did he mess up his work, he was delayed from earning money to support his family and go to the new world, but he also gave back his original life. It left an indelible shadow on the old heart.

Especially when he found out that he had gritted his teeth and endured it for so long, but the robber still had a breakdown in the conversation with the police as expected.

Young people nowadays, wouldn't it be good to respect the elderly more?

He had already lost his value as a hostage, and was driven to a corner by gunpoint.Garrod rubbed his sore shoulder, resisting the urge to roll his eyes, while helping his colleague who was sobbing and crying, and patted him on the back for relief.

"You are quite brave."

Probably the contrast between the two is too stark.The robber, who was pulling off his coat to reveal the bomb in his waist, turned his head and gave Garald a ferocious look, but the gun in his hand still did not let go: "Still waiting for those sons of bitches outside to come in and save you? Tell you Don't even think about it, they won't sacrifice themselves for two worthless hostages!!"

"yes."

Sighing, the expression on the elf's face didn't change a bit: "However, it seems that there is no need to sacrifice anything to save us."

"what?"

Not understanding why he would speak like that, the robber froze for a moment.And Garrod glanced at the golden hair passing by outside the window, shook his head helplessly, and sighed more clearly:

"Sometimes, you can still stand here, not always because no one can stop you, but because he is waiting for someone to come up with a better solution."

After a pause, he continued, "But now, it's almost there."

...what the hell?

Although I can understand every word, but when put together, I don't understand the meaning at all.The robber frowned, and was about to wave his gun to make him shut up, but suddenly heard a loud and piercing cracking sound from the window glass beside him.

"Crash-"

As if being forcibly broken by something from the outside, the man only saw a blue and red round object flashing past his field of vision, with a strong wind blowing across his cheek.At the same time, a certain figure also jumped in from the shattered window, approaching in the blink of an eye.

That was an unexpected, but reasonable person who appeared here.

"Captain America...!!"

The moment he saw the person coming, he immediately pulled the trigger, but only hit the overturned table and chair.The robber had a ferocious expression. Seeing the captain dexterously dodging the flying bullets, he knew at that moment that he would never be able to defeat this world-famous super soldier, and he would never be able to escape from his hands without incident.

However, this was what he had expected.

He fired a few more shots, but still didn't even touch the corner of Captain America's shirt.The robber's eyes were gloomy and vicious, his right hand was still holding the gun, but his left hand was silently touching the bomb at his waist.

Let's die together.

The figure who dodged the bullet was reflected in his pupils.He grinned and laughed distortedly, his expression full of strange madness: "HailHydra——"

However, at the moment when he was about to touch the lead, something seemed to strike from behind and hit his hand hard, causing him to miss the target directly.At the same time, the robber felt a sharp pain in the back of his head, his eyes went black, and then he staggered two steps under Captain America's surprised gaze, and lay directly at his feet.

Steve, still maintaining his punching posture:? ? ?

I have seen too many Hydras seeking their own death, but it is really rare to lie down so consciously.The captain stood there in a daze for a few seconds, his expression hesitant to speak.But before he raised his head and said something, a figure with a creamy smell flew over from the corner, wrapped around him like an octopus, and cried miserably.

"I knew Captain America would come to save us!"

Wearing the staff uniform of the cake shop, the front desk boy who was tied up in the corner just now threw himself on Steve's chest and cried loudly, which directly scared the captain who had never seen this battle.And Garald, who just pushed the man over, stood there happily, hid the bench legs behind him, pretended that nothing happened, and kicked the unconscious robber on the ground with his toes, road:

"Thank you very much for your selflessness, Captain. If you hadn't sacrificed your life to rescue me, my colleagues and I would have probably turned into two corpses. You are indeed a brave and great warrior."

Steve: ...No, I'm not, I'm not.

"actually--"

Captain America felt that he should clarify that the bench leg hit Hydra's head was not his handwriting, and he didn't even touch a finger just now.However, when he tried hard to persuade the cake shop boy to get off of him, and looked up at the elf's overly pretty face and the index finger quietly on his lips, the originally planned question suddenly got stuck In his throat, he couldn't spit it out or swallow it, and almost suffocated him to death.

"……you are very brave."

Finally, Steve finally nodded, holding back such an ambiguous sentence.

"Thank you."

With a gentle smile on the corner of his mouth, Jarod took the initiative to pick up the shield on the ground and handed it over.At this time, people from S.H.I.E.L.D. and NYPD also rushed in from outside the store, grabbed the Hydra that was on the ground in broad daylight, and began to take over all the aftermath work, and tried to prevent all New Yorkers who were watching Captain America from disregarding their actions. Everyone rushed forward, frantically asking for autographs and group photos.

After that, they didn't have time to say another word.

After confirming that the robbers were under control, Steve walked to the cordon and began to skillfully deal with the media and the crowd.A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent took Garrod out of the messy cake shop, wrapped him in a blanket, and prepared to send him to the New York Police Department for a statement.Before getting into the car, Mr. Elf couldn't help but look back, his eyes fell on the blond man with the shield on his back, and something flashed quickly.

Captain America?

He is such a nice guy.

He took out his mobile phone, stood outside the crowd, and snapped a picture of Steve who was surrounded by fans.Garald nodded in satisfaction, opened the webpage, and posted the photo on his homepage:

"I ran into Captain America outside today, what a blond sweetheart. It's a pity I didn't touch his chest [picture.jpg]"

And when he finished the investigation notes and finally returned to his home.His cell phone also just rang a very special ringtone.Garrod opened the screen and found that the website had pushed him a system message "Your friend 'Star-Spangled Banner' liked you" in the top information bar, as well as a chat invitation from a friend who paid special attention to him.

He clicked on the dialogue box——

"The Star-Spangled Banner: Good evening. "

"The Star-Spangled Banner: Are you off work? "