[Comprehensive British and American] The life of the villain and the body of the hero

Five years later--

The scorching weather evaporates the last trace of water vapor from the human body, and the American soldiers still wear heavy bulletproof uniforms and helmets, and carry deadly combat weapons on their backs.Sweating profusely can no longer be used to describe their state at this time. If possible, they would like to put themselves in the refrigerator and freeze them for 1 years.

Wearing a camouflage uniform with a sergeant's badge, James squatted next to a sand dune in a nondescript manner. He unscrewed the lid of the military canteen and poured a few mouthfuls of water into his mouth to replenish the sweat constantly oozing from his forehead and back.

This is the sixth month that James has come to the training base in the Middle East, the first year and two months after serving as a soldier.

When James said he wanted to join the military more than a year ago, most people who knew him thought he was out of his mind.As a promising double Ivy League graduate, a comfortable middle-class future is already beckoning him.Like most of his classmates, he can find a stable, decent and rich job, then meet a beautiful, independent and gentle woman, get married normally, give birth to two or three children, and be with his lover and little ones every day, even on weekends. The whole family can go fishing on a yacht.

The benefits that the US military recruiters use to recruit soldiers are nothing more than the following: job recommendations after retirement, a stipend that is enough for veterans to go to college, and promises that immigrants can become full citizens after serving in the military. Lah, money, blah blah, chance to make money, blah blah, money...

For James Layton, an elite child who appears to be from the middle class and has excellent grades, he has no family or political goals. He only wants to join the army for the following two reasons: idle time, or stupid and impulsive patriotism .

James doesn't care about the opinions of those people, the only thing he cares about is the attitude of the two adoptive fathers.After James went to college, though, Bruce and Clark rarely interfered with his decisions.After hearing that James signed up to join the army, Clark just said "oh", and then asked him what sauce he wanted for the hot dog for breakfast, and Bruce was even more calm and didn't even look at him.

At that moment, James felt relieved again, and felt that the little boy in his heart was sour.

Oh, that's enough, he is already 23, not three years old, don't be so childish that you will feel awkward because you don't get the attention of adults!

Even though he thought so, he was still awkward until the moment of parting.Thankfully, Bruce and Clark were willing to come and see him off, which made him feel better.He carried the luggage bag, hesitating to talk to the adoptive fathers.

Oh my God, he's twisted like a teenage girl!

"Good luck, Jim." Clark put his arms around him, his broad shoulders giving a sense of security.

James hugged Clark back, and the two smiled and let go of each other.James tried to keep his eyes from glancing at Bruce, and tried not to look too much like a little girl who couldn't get candy.

"Be careful in everything." The old man in the wheelchair said in a deep voice, and he looked a little older.After all, time is not forgiving, and no human being can escape the laws of time.

"Yeah." James nudged a little further in Bruce's direction.

Bruce looked at him with eyes that made the tall and burly young man want to find a crack in the ground, but under the encouragement of Clark, he took a few steps towards the wheelchair, then bent down and hugged him, and instantly stiffened. Tight old man.

"Thank you for respecting my choice, Bruce. I know you don't agree with the war, and you don't want me to join the U.S. military." He whispered in his adoptive father's ear: "I will miss you."

Bruce raised his head and patted the young man's shoulder, then raised his eyebrows and asked, "So you've been struggling with this for the past few days?"

James blushed suddenly, waiting to be reprimanded by his adoptive father before he left.

But Bruce just stroked James' handsome and energetic face, and said in a barely audible voice: "Go, I have no right to interfere in your life, but I'm here waiting for you to come back, kid."

This sentence instantly illuminated James' depressed mood for several days, and it lasted until the gap between recruits' training. The comrades shared stories about their hometowns and exchanged photos of important people.

Of course, some photos are of beautiful girls, and some are of a gentle and loving couple.

"Hey, James, is this your brother and grandpa?" the comrades asked.

"No, they're the people who adopted me," James explained vaguely, but he couldn't tell everyone that these were his two adoptive fathers, and that they were so suitable and in love.

The world is like this, no one can avoid the eyes of the world.

James finished his boot camp training with flying colors.After some more rigorous training, he was promoted to the rank of sergeant and stationed in the Middle East. He had a small team under him, including himself, a total of five people.

Harry, Clay, Colin and David, his closest teammates, can deliver to his comrades in the back.

In the complex situation in the Middle East, there are battlefields and dangers everywhere.They were cautious when patrolling the streets in armored vehicles, for fear of stepping on explosives installed by terrorists, and also worried that someone would shoot coldly in the back at any time.Here, you can only trust your comrades in arms, and you can only trust God.

People die here every once in a while, and no one knows whose head the bad luck will fall on.Here, James faced the ubiquitous death and blood for the first time, completely broke away from the protection of civilization and law for the first time, and also accepted actual combat for the first time.

People don't understand why he wants to join the army, but James himself is very clear: he desires danger, desires adventure.There's something restless in him, and despite all the training he's been doing, he needs something real.

He needs to really protect others and be a hero on his own, just like his adoptive fathers did.

The siren sounded without warning, and the sharp whistling sound put every soldier on alert.A few soldiers rushed out from the tent and ran towards where James was.

"Captain Layton?" The youngest Harry looked at him with a pair of brown deer-like glasses with a gun on his back.

"You were playing cards again just now?" James raised his eyebrows, and the other three began to look up at the sky.

"We were just on duty yesterday, so it's rare for us to have a day off." David flattered me with a smile.

"Stop doing this, didn't you hear the sirens? Hurry up and assemble." He has learned to speak some foul language in the barracks for more than a year, and James shook his head secretly. Although he was reprimanding his soldiers, his tone was full of with a smile.

After collecting about twenty teams, Captain Sheki immediately packed them up and sent them to their destination.

"Urgent mission." Before leaving, Captain Sheki said seriously with a cold face: "The support troops are on the way."

After getting into the car, veterans like Clay and David were not nervous, but they could chat and laugh while checking weapons and ammunition.But recruits like Harry and Colin pursed their lips and said nothing, staring at their helmets as if they were looking at their fateful enemies.

James patted the shoulders of the two of them and showed a bright smile: "Don't be nervous. Such an urgent mission will come once every one or two months. Just get used to it, and treat it as a daily mission of patrolling on duty."

When Harry joined the army, he just finished. He himself is an immigrant from the Middle East, and they came to this land of hope with them, so he went to the conscription office to sign up as soon as he became an adult, because his family needed an official American citizenship; and Colin was also only 19 years old. After graduating from high school, he dropped out of school because of poverty. He thought he might as well try to join the army.

James knows everyone on his team, and naturally, he's protective of these two newcomers.

"Listen to me, even if there is a firefight, don't be afraid. Follow David, Clay, and me, and follow the big army. Don't be afraid. The more you are afraid, the more mistakes you will make. You have all received professional training, and you must have confidence in yourself." James said softly: "Trust me, I will protect you. Colin, you will be twenty in five days, right?"

The young man who was not good at words nodded, still looking nervous and cautious.

"Instead of frightening yourself so tensely, you might as well think about how to avoid the pranks of veterans. It's your 20th birthday, ha, they won't let you go." After James finished speaking, David and Clay could hear muffled laughter .

They arrived at their destination in a relaxed atmosphere. The firefight had already begun, but the situation on the battlefield was not bad.The firepower of the U.S. military has suppressed the terrorists. They were trapped in a small earthen house and fired in vain.

"Squad K has been reduced in battle, and you, Squad G, will replace you." The officer in charge saw James and gave an order.

The five of them immediately put up their guns and entered a state of combat readiness. Amid the hail of bullets, they cautiously and quickly arrived at the right wing position where the K team was located. As expected, there was a bleeding wounded lying there.

"We've got to get him out," said Sergeant Lasf, the leader of Team K, as another teammate staunched the wounded man's bleeding.

"No problem, we can withstand it." James replied.

Another round of bullets flew out, rubbing against the edge of the bunker, making a frightening sound. The K team covered the wounded and gradually retreated, and the G team stepped up to each position according to the training arrangement.

Has James killed anyone since he went to the battlefield?That's a good question.

The answer is yes, yes, he did, on the battlefield in the Middle East.

In the chaotic scene, James didn't have much time to think. He pulled the trigger and killed one of his teammates before the terrorist pierced his head.

War is a man-eating machine in which there is no justice and anyone can easily take another's life with impunity.James vividly remembers Bruce's views on the war, and he knew his adoptive father didn't want him to join the army.

Because the U.S. military is not necessarily righteous, the people they kill...no matter who they kill, they are indeed killing people.Even if it's just for self-protection, even if that person is a complete scum.

But now that James has made a choice, he can't back down. He shoots on the battlefield, time and time again.

The author has something to say: Bruce hates guns, and he hates war even more, and he certainly doesn't like James joining the army.But he couldn't and wouldn't order James to do anything.

James is going to join M's hero in the future, so of course he needs some real experience.And the Avengers doesn't seem like the Zhenglian, they have no obstacles to killing bad guys.

Moreover, James killed all the terrorists who cooperated with Hydra. This is not a war of interests between countries, and it may be better.There's a reason heroes with special powers can't join the human war, but right now James is just a regular guy.

#Hydra has joined the countdown package#

#Death flag has been established#

#骁梦室室has joined the future plot, and is waving to San Shao#