A person in American comics is forced to mechanically ascend in order to go home

In the winter of 1986, it was the twelfth lunar month.

The biting cold wind blew across the vast Siberian Plateau from north to south, passing over countless reconnaissance planes with the words "Stark Industries" printed on them that were lingering on the Soviet border.

Carrying the endless cold, I was swept into a village on a high loess slope that took me a long time to find on the map.

"Ah sneeze!"

Lin Xiao shuddered, stood up and wiped his nose with a piece of paper, then quickly sat back on the edge of the kang and took a breath of hot air into the palm of his hand.

Such terrible weather, such a sharp north wind. The old cotton-padded jacket and cotton hat are like a layer of paper.

Even the orange cat on the bed curled up in a ball, taking a nap with half-closed eyes.

"A Yuan, come here."

Lin Xiao waved to the orange cat.

"Meow-"

The orange cat reluctantly raised his chin, blinked, and then lowered his head.

"We'll have braised carp for lunch today."

"Meow!"

The orange cat finally had a glimmer of satisfaction in his eyes, and he stood up slowly,

He stretched his front legs forward, raised his buttocks, and yawned widely.

Then he walked cautiously with cat steps, his orange and white tail swaying rhythmically.

Lin Xiao picked up the cat and put his hand under the cat's belly.

“Much warmer.

Xiaoxue, routine morning inspection. "

"Okay, sir."

The crisp reply came from nowhere.

There was no second person around him, and the cat didn't respond.

After a few seconds, as if he heard something, Lin Xiao frowned, rubbed the fat cat's bulging belly a few times, and touched the pen in the upper left pocket of his cotton-padded jacket.

……

"Bah—"

In front of the stone monument at the entrance of the village, a black car suddenly swerved to a stop.

A large amount of dust was thrown into the air.

Two men in black trench coats got out of the car.

One person wears round glasses and covers his mouth and nose with his left hand. He seems to be uncomfortable with the earthy smell in the air. From time to time, he glances at the mobile phone held in his right hand.

Behind him, a long-haired man followed with his head lowered, wearing a black leather glove on his left hand.

The two of them strode towards the village, looking particularly eye-catching among the red brick cave dwellings and loess roads.

"Wang! Wang!"

Not far away, an old yellow dog that had just finished urinating stopped in front of him.

Barking incessantly.

The person walking in front frowned, took a step back, and reached into his arms.

But before he could take out anything, the long-haired man behind him looked up slightly.

The black pupils are surrounded by bloodshot eyes,

Condensed, empty, indifferent.

The old yellow dog's pointed ears twitched twice, then he took a step back and lay on the ground, and began to whimper.

Uphill, downhill, uphill again.

The two finally stopped in front of a cave dwelling.

There is a red wooden sign hanging at the door, and the white paint neatly reads "Electrical Repair".

The man wearing glasses looked at the flashing red dot on the map on his mobile phone, nodded, and opened the door.

The cave dwelling was exceptionally clean, with white dust evenly plastered on the earthen walls, and there were no common calendars or posters.

"The blower isn't turning, or is the village radio going mute again?"

The clear voice echoed in the hut, but there was no hint of the roughness that a northwest man should have.

The master of the repair shop is very young, he looks no more than 20 years old. There was no trace of blush on the clean face that was common on the northwest plateau.

He has black hair and black eyes, and his features are sharp and angular under the military green cotton hat, and his outline is much deeper than the villagers he saw along the way. There is a black gold-rimmed pen in the upper left pocket of the old cotton-padded jacket.

"Mr. Lin Xiao?"

The man with glasses took a step forward and asked with a smile.

The fingers of the young man in front of him, who was stroking the cat with his head down, were white and slender. They did not have the rough calluses of a repairman, but looked like the hands of an artist.

"Ah, it's me."

Hearing the rare standard Mandarin in northern Shaanxi, Lin Xiao raised his head and said,

The light was mostly blocked by two figures in black trench coats.

The man wearing glasses smiled half-smilingly, his eyes twinkling.

Behind him, a long-haired man stood at the door with his head bowed, a black mask covering his mouth and nose. Under the wide windbreaker, a charcoal black tights and tactical leather boots are faintly visible.

A chilling air rushed over his face.

"My name is Strack, Mr. Lin."

The man with glasses held out his hand.

"You two are not locals. Is there anything you want to fix?"

Hearing the name, Lin Xiao raised his eyebrows and gently shook his head.

"Dr. Zola's brain, mutant genes, super serum equation..."

The bespectacled man's tone gradually became fanatical,

"There are so many things in this world that need to be fixed, Mr. Lin, or should I call you Albert Irvine?"

"I don't quite understand what you're saying, and I don't know Alvin. If it's not troublesome, Mr. Strack, maybe you can go to the town and ask the college students who are teaching."

Lin Xiao put the cat on the ground, stood up, and walked outside the house.

"excuse me."

He patted the left shoulder of the long-haired masked man standing at the door.

The other party didn't move, so Lin Xiao sat back on the kang.

"Starting three years ago, a man named Albert Irvine began publishing papers in the quantum field frequently, shocking the entire academic community."

The bespectacled man paced around the room, took out a stack of A4 paper from his arms, and shook it at Lin Xiao. It was full of English and mathematical formulas.

"He then began peddling the technology remotely, from the U.S. Department of Defense to Stark Industries. But no one could trace the IP address of the receiving account."

As he spoke, the man with glasses leaned down and looked directly into Lin Xiao's bright black eyes.

"My organization and I would like to invite him to join,

do you know him? Mr. Lin Xiao. "

The word "Lin Xiao" is very strong.

At the door, the long-haired masked man's black gloves had been taken off at some point, and a silver metal arm was packed with knotted steel muscles, which made the door frame creak.

Rough and tough.

It seems that there is no need to continue talking.

Facing Straker's gaze that seemed to reveal a big secret behind his spectacles, Lin Xiao suddenly smiled with a hint of amusement.

"This is not an invitation, Baron Strucker. By the way, have you heard of Death Spores?"

"Death spores?"

"It's not a comic book universe, so I'm relieved."

The man with glasses was stunned for a moment, subconsciously feeling that something was wrong. What comics? What death spores...wait, I seem to have never mentioned the identity of the baron.

But it was too late.

Lin Xiao suddenly pulled out the pen from his cotton-padded jacket pocket.

In an instant, a small black gold fountain pen continued to expand, contract, and deform, swelling into a carbon black tactical stick about one meter long.

With strong wind, it turned into a domineering black shadow and hit Straker on the head.

"Little Snow!"

At the same time, Lin Xiao glanced at the long-haired masked man rushing from the door.

Suddenly, blue electricity spread from the left shoulder of the long-haired masked man to the entire robotic arm and throughout his body.

The Winter Soldier bent over in pain, then dwarfed, his right knee involuntarily kneeling on the ground, and his whole body twitched.

Straker, who was in front of him, had no time to dodge and subconsciously stretched out his arm to block it.

"Crack!"

"boom!"

With the crisp sound of bones breaking, the long charcoal black rod pressed against Strack's raised arm and landed on his right shoulder.

His body softened and he knelt on the ground. There was an incredible expression on the face that was twisted in pain,

This long rod is countless times heavier than the small pen, completely violating the law of conservation of mass.

Smelling the burning smell in the air, Lin Xiao's eyes skipped over Straker who fell to the ground.

Even though he was kneeling on the ground, the Winter Soldier still didn't stop.

Creeping forward, the mechanical arm was dragged on the ground, making a harsh friction sound.

The eyes exposed in the black mask were still emotionless.

Lin Xiao was a little surprised. The voltage of 300 volts was enough to electrocute a cow.

"Xiaoxue, increase power by 50%."

"Okay, sir."

Looking at Strack, who was struggling to stand up with his lips slightly open,

A brilliant idea flashed in my mind.

Lin Xiao leaned into his ear and joked:

"Hello from the Eastern Branch of Hydra!"

The next second, the frozen Straker's eyes were fixed on the long black stick that was swung over again, and the fingers holding it were white and slender.

"Meow-"

As Baron Strucker's head hit the ground, the Winter Soldier finally stopped moving.

The orange cat, which had climbed onto the bed a long time ago, covered its mouth with its paws and yawned.