I have to say that because of the exhibition, the recruiting office here is also more entertaining than what Steve has been to before, not only the advanced display screen in the corridor is playing promotional videos, but there are also many things for entertainment group photos.
For example, the kind of large photos, but the main person's head is a hole so that you can replace your face on it and take a commemorative photo.
But Steve was so short that he saw everyone else standing in front of the photo and having fun, so he went up and tried it himself, but it only showed the tip of his head.
Steve shook his head helplessly, he could only pack up his mood and continue to walk towards the official recruitment and physical examination inside.
"Countless people have sacrificed their lives for this, I have no right to do less than others, I just need a chance to prove myself" His gaze was determined, and he was talking to himself as if he were cheering himself up, and the thought of being defeated in his heart would only grow stronger, not extinguished.
Mr.
Wilson said that as long as he was himself and stayed true to his heart, then he could do it.
He walked through the crowd in the hallway, his weak body like a boat in the sea, but he was extremely calm.
As everyone knows, a bald old man with glasses heard his words not far away, so he secretly looked at him, looking up and down with salty and wet eyes, as if he was very satisfied with him A few minutes later, he sat down in the consultation room, took off his shoes and coat, and waited anxiously for the military doctor to give him a physical examination.
A nurse walked into the cubicle and whispered a few words in the doctor's ear.
The doctor nodded, put down what he was holding and walked out: "Wait here." ” "What?
Did something happen?
Steve asked, puzzled.
"Just wait."
The doctor walked out of the room with a blank face, the thick curtain once again cutting off Steve from the outside world.
Steve began to panic a little, and he noticed that there were also signs on the walls behind him, saying that it was illegal to falsify recruitment information.
Was it discovered?
He remembered what Bucky had told him to stop joining the army under a false identity, saying that some tall, strong tattooed men in the prison liked his white, skinny type, and they would treat him as their own Bichi, and then that Shivering, he seemed to foresee himself being played with like dolls by a group of strong men in the dark.
He immediately got up from the examination bed, went to find his own shoes to put on, if not, just slip away, in short, he can't go in, he can't be someone else's blue pool However, just as he was packing up his things and preparing to run, the curtain of the partition room was lifted, and a tall and strong soldier entered, wearing a white helmet and a black armband with the letter P written on his arm.
This is the gendarme, that is, the policeman in the army, who is responsible for dealing with illegal acts in the army, and when he comes in, he stares at Steve with a blank face.
Steve curled up as he felt finished.
Farewell, Bucky, farewell, Mr.
Wilson, farewell, my own pure life Just as he was thinking, the curtain opened again, and in came an old man with glasses, wearing a brown suit with a somewhat faded red sweater underneath.
"Thank you."
He smiled and spoke to the gendarmes, and then the gendarmes, who had caused a psychological shadow on Steve, went out without saying a word, which made him breathe a sigh of relief.
But the old man's gaze was very strange, and he looked at himself as if he were looking at some treasure.
He looked at Steve with his hands behind his back and a smile.
"So," he pulled out Steve's recruiting file from behind him and flipped through it casually, "Do you want to go abroad and kill some Nazi?"
” Steve was a little confused, and while it was a good thing that the gendarmes were leaving, there was something odd about the old man.
"Sorry, I don't quite understand what that means."
The old man closed the folder of the file, walked up to Steve, and held out his hand.
"I'm Dr.
Abraham Erskine, from the Strategic Science Corps."
"Steven Rogers" Steve shook hands with him politely, guessing in his mind what the other party meant, but at least certainly not to send him to prison.
Dr.
Erskine nodded, took a few steps to the side, opened Steve's file on the small table, and asked as if chattering.
"Where are you from?"
As if worried that he didn't understand, Dr.
Toto Glasses added: "I live in Queens, at the corner of 73rd and Utopia Avenue, and before that, I lived in Germany, do you mind?"
” "No, not at all."
"And where do you live, Mister Rogers?
Niu Haven?
Palamós?
Five different medical check-ups in five cities" "This information is not necessarily correct."
Steve immediately struggled, his desire to survive was incomparably strong.
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Dr.
Erskine casually closed the file, knowing that the information was correct, and that the Strategic Science Corps' intelligence had always been accurate.
The long list of names on the file is also true, and this patient has really tried many times today, risking being arrested and imprisoned.
"No, I don't care about the test report, I just care a little about the number of times, five times, you tried five times, why?"
“” Steve was speechless, and the evidence was undeniable because they had brought in all the previous fake files.
Dr.
Erskine walked up to him again and looked him in the eye, there was no hatred in the young man's eyes, but what drove him to want to go to war?
"You haven't answered my question yet, do you want to kill Nazi?"
Steve frowned, "Is this a test?"
” "Yes."
The Doctor nodded, observing Steve's face, which was still pale in the yellowish light.
Steve groaned for a moment, and it stands to reason that he should have replied that I wanted to kill the enemy.
General Halsey in the Pacific also said: kill little Japan, kill little Japan, kill more little Japan!
, and later let the Japanese only be heard in hell.
And so on.
Such words are the favorite in the army, and the purpose of the existence of soldiers is to kill their enemies.
But these impassioned words were not his own answer, and his heart did not think so.
What he wants is to stop the pain that the war has caused to people, to end the war, maybe he will kill people, but that is for a better future.
So he shook his head, organized the language, looked the doctor in the eye, and gave him his answer.
"I don't like to kill people, I don't like bullets, and I don't care where they come from."
Dr.
Erskine pursed his lips and raised his eyebrows in a relaxed expression, but Steve didn't know what he meant.
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