[Comprehensive Anglo-American] Gem Merchant

The children's eyes were fixed on him, moving like spotlights as Steve moved.

Alphonse explained: "These children have more or less symptoms of autism. This is a welfare institution funded by magicians. Of course... After Stark knew about it, Stark Industries became the big investment , after all, the original magician is not as rich as him."

"Autism."

Steve repeated the phrase: "I remember some kind of congenital developmental disorder."

Growing up in the flames of war left him with little energy to pay attention to these, but it doesn't mean he doesn't have a little bit of basic common sense: "Fury said that people like you don't do meaningless things, and you shouldn't be able to tell the difference between taking care of them." These kids are spared, so why on earth are you in this institution?"

In fact, he also said that most of the mysterious existences have a very low sense of morality and despise the law, just like the underwater inhabitants of Atlantis despise the people on land, these guys who hide their identities also He has a high self-esteem for ordinary people.

Steve watches as Alphonse takes a gem from a child.

"He's glad to see you."

Alphonse didn't look back, and put a new one in the child's pocket: "It would be even better if you could come over and shake hands with him."

"...but he didn't say anything."

Steve Rogers looked at the child who was staring at him. The height of the child was less than his thigh, with a blue peaked cap on his curly chestnut hair. He looked like he should be a naughty and cute age, but his expression Some stood there indifferently, not moving a bit.

"That's one of the symptoms of autism."

Alphonse stood up, and it was Steve who squatted down and shook hands with his expressionless little fan - he unilaterally took the other's hand and squeezed it lightly: "What they saw, what they saw in their minds Memories and inner feelings are not connected together, and even some people's memories are not arranged in a linear arrangement but scattered. You just need to know that he is happy now."

"It's nice to meet you too."

The words made Steve hold the boy's hand for a while longer: "Brave lad."

"That little girl over there wants you to give her a hug."

Alphonse pointed to the little girl standing by the window, looking seriously at the little girl outside the window: "There is also a little gentleman who is going around with himself in the courtyard, who needs a card signed by Captain America—he It’s in his pocket, don’t bother him to take out the card and sign your name on it.”

There are a lot of children here, and Steve's arrival makes him enough stars to hold the moon among the silent or noisy children—even if the stars don't show much enthusiasm, and the moon needs to be under the command of the alchemist. Only then can they know what they want to do for themselves.

The American soldiers who were sent around were busy before returning to Alphonse's side.I saw the alchemist sitting on a low stool that was completely inappropriate compared to his height, chatting softly with a little girl who was about the age of a junior high school student.

"Here, just like the practice just now."

He encouraged: "The expression is the same, and the words are also the same."

The black-haired girl with double braids looked at Steve and pulled out a slightly stiff smile.

"I'm glad to be able to meet you."

I saw the girl exerting all her strength to control her facial expression, her two lips moving up and down for a long time, her two fleshy little hands clenched into fists, as if she had exhausted all her strength to utter such a sentence.

She also gets a hug.

The sharp-eyed Steve recognized a string of necklaces hanging around the neck of the other party, and at the tip of the necklace was a cinnabar-red opaque stone.

Reminiscent of Alphonse's identity as a gem merchant, Steve's expression suddenly turned grim. He suddenly reached out and grabbed the alchemist's wrist, but it was inconvenient to get angry in front of the children, so he could only lower his voice: "What the hell is this?" What's going on?"

"There are many kinds of garnets, but most of their characteristics are containment and release. This cinnabar-colored variety can gradually absorb their negative emotions, as well as the clutter caused by congenital mental instability."

Alphonse encouraged the general to hold the little girl's shoulders: "Many low- and middle-functioning autistic patients have to struggle with all kinds of inexplicable thoughts and emotions in their heads throughout their lives. The little girl I made Gadgets can grab some superfluous things out, leaving their real thoughts-even so, there are still many people who can't express themselves well."

Steve: "Sounds like some kind of orthotic device, like a hearing aid."

"But at the end of the day, they all have to get rid of those dependencies."

Alphonse has amassed quite a few garnet beads, which he has threaded into cloudy strings: "It's like a normal autism intervention facility, there are kids graduating from here, and new ones being taken in." Send it here."

With the help of a few special education teachers, the children played their own games. The American soldier's blue eyes scanned the area, but found nothing unusual.

"They are all ordinary people hired from outside. Except for me and a few investors, there is no other magic interference here."

Alphonse said: "These children don't know either. They only think of this small stone as a medical device that can restore inner peace and assist in correction."

"What's in there?"

Steve stared at the beads and asked, any gems that flowed from the hands of the man in front of him must be strictly vigilant.

"It contains chaos, disorder, struggle, anger, and all kinds of garbage. It's just a garbage dump that can't be sorted."

Alphonse said, "It can be sold to some scrap dealers. Like you said, magicians don't do meaningless things, but they just happen to be able to help this group of children. Mainly for these gems."

Steve's eyebrows furrowed into knots: "These, are they weapons?"

"At least it's very popular in hell."

The alchemist said innocently: "Maybe there are some aliens. After all, those who can come to my master's shop are not ordinary characters. The spiritual pollution and interference caused by each gem can drive a well-trained soldier into madness." Week."

"..."

Steve stood up, his eyes serious.Al felt that the expression he looked at him was like looking at Tony Stark, who used to run an arms business, but the alchemist obviously didn't have the consciousness of being targeted.

"That's alchemy, sir. Extracting from somewhere, applying some changes, deconstructing and reshaping, and then giving new meaning. It's pretty close to Stark's knowledge, if you want to understand it—just Just as science can produce weapons of mass destruction, it can also be used to provide clean energy."

Walking out of the correction center one after the other, Steve's mood was still very complicated, he was worried about the whereabouts of those cinnabar-colored garnets: "Al, if these things you sell will pose a threat to human beings... I mean, even if By doing the same thing, Stark has now become Iron Man."

In his opinion, the power of magic symbolizes the unknown, and the other party has no intention of cooperating at all.This world is far more complicated than Steve once imagined. There is another race living under the deep sea. According to Al, there are also various races outside the atmosphere. They have known it for a long time, but for other human beings without warning...

——This kind of unorganized and undisciplined life mode makes the retired veterans who are used to fighting in the army feel particularly puzzling.

The wind blows over a row of ginkgo trees planted at the entrance of the correction center, and the leaves rustle.Alphonse was wearing an ordinary shirt, but cast a cloaked silhouette on the ground.

"What do you expect me to be?"

He asked, "Gem Man, a magical agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., or something else?—At the end of the day, I'm just a businessman."

Steve wanted to say something else. He looked at the trembling shirt collar of the magician, and the cloak fluttering in the shadow. This person seemed to be the type used to fighting alone, and he needed the care of the organization, um ...

He opened his mouth, and before he could speak, he suddenly turned around and staggered the sound of breaking wind whistling behind him.

A man wearing a battle suit and holding a long whip stood in front of the two of them with an angry face.

"I'm looking for Tony Stark."

"You two are in my way," he said.

The suit looks like a degraded version of Stark's suit, and the two whips in the hands of the man in front of him are wrapped with currents that cannot be ignored.

"Wow."

Alphonse sighed softly, destroying the atmosphere: "Sure enough, there are quite a few people who dislike that guy."

The author has something to say: S.H.I.E.L.D. still tends to control uncontrollable factors in essence, but the mysterious side cannot be controlled.

Therefore, a dynamic balance is maintained in mutual testing.