[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

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When a group of stinky old men talk about the beautiful lover in their hometown who wears a dress, full red lips, and a slender chest, they will inevitably show nostalgic expressions. Some people even have a photo that has not been searched. Proudly showing off his favorite baby girl.

While others were arguing loudly whether your Betty is the most gentle and beautiful, or my Sarah is ingenious, Bucky was thinking silently by himself.

If Steve was here, he would definitely laugh at him as the little prince of Brooklyn for getting stuck on the topic of "Who is my lover?"

But he really couldn't think of any girl who would make his heart move, and he wanted to start a family with her and spend his life together.He tried to remember the last girl he dated—connie, I guess?Look, he doesn't even remember his name!

"What about you, Barnes?"

"what?"

Bucky raised his head blankly, only to realize that everyone's eyes were on him.

"Woman! Dude, there must be a girl waiting for you at home, right? Don't you call yourself a little prince?"

"Brooklyn, Prince Brooklyn."

"Yes, yes, yes! Come on, share, what kind of person is your "princess"? If you want me to talk about this woman, the first thing to look at is her breasts! If you don't have breasts, don't talk about anything!"

"Fuck you, let Barnes finish first, okay?"

"I..." As soon as Bucky opened his mouth, everyone fell silent. This kind of scene, which was the same as giving a speech on stage, made him so embarrassed that he didn't know how to continue the topic, especially when he was distressed just now that he didn't care. The "True Hometown Love" thing, I haven't had time to be sad yet.

Forget it, there isn't one in reality, he won't break one!

Even if she broke up, she would still be his ideal future wife, wouldn't she?Finding one according to the model in the future will definitely be a fun life.

"Ahem, she, she... is very tall, uh... about the same as me."

"Oh, that's really high!"

"Fuck! Taller than me!"

"Well, yes, I like tall ones, and it's great to not have to bend over when kissing."

The last sentence that Bucky deliberately added got a burst of boos from the audience, and some people clamored that it is unscientific for anyone to find a 1.8-meter female King Kong for such a reason.

"She, uh... has small breasts, but she has a good figure──"

"Hey, how can you call yourself a good figure if you don't have big breasts?"

"Proportion! I'm talking about proportion!" Bucky gestured with his hands, "The proportion of the body is very important. For example, the muscles of the arms, the curve of the waist, and the muscle lines of the legs must be balanced."

"Mamma Mia, and muscles...does she hit you at home? Does she abuse you?"

"This... People have quarrels when they get along with others. Sometimes they are a little impulsive... I think as long as the intention is good, it is acceptable. The point is to be independent. Thank you for being soft and only wanting to rely on others. .”

"I still prefer softer ones."

"Me too."

"Independence doesn't sound bad. Considering that we are so far away from home, if the mother-in-law at home has no personality at all, why don't she run away with the wild man?"

"That makes sense."

Seeing that other people gathered together to discuss whether it is better to be a soft girl or a female man, Bucky was relieved, and finally passed this level.

But a new problem came again.

When he stated the conditions of those "ideal lovers", the shadow of a person kept flashing in his mind. He was tall enough and well-proportioned, and he could cut a devil and repair a rifle.Very independent and thoughtful—in fact, so outlandish that Bucky sometimes feels like he's falling behind.

But there is a very serious problem ahead.

What if the ideal lover has a third leg between his legs?

Even if this issue can be put aside first, what should I do if No.1, who is currently the most suitable image of an ideal lover, is taken away by the super ugly devil and I don't know if I will come back?

Is it destined to be a love that ended before it even started?

With a sad heart, Sergeant Barnes was captured by Hydra soldiers.

Job Change No.20 Steps

If I wasn't in prison right now, I would definitely find Schmidt's scepter-waving action ridiculous.Really, it's like a wizard in the Middle Ages. I've seen a stage play by elementary school students, and the child playing the old witch is just like this, waving branches and chanting spells like this.

The guy he took as an experimental product was a captive of which unit he didn't know. At first he insisted that he refused to serve Hydra. After being shaken by the scepter in front of his eyes, he started to shout stupidly: "Long live Hydra!"

Now I finally know why there is always an endless stream of workers in Hydra's arsenal. It turns out that they are all brainwashed captives, so that I don't have to worry about their sneaky hands and feet, and I don't need to pity their workload. One died and there were seventeen or eight others on top.

It couldn't be more economical and environmentally friendly!

"So I think you are very good at it."

Watching the guy who would rather die than surrender just a few minutes ago was about to go to work in the factory, I half-closed my eyes and looked at Schmidt, wondering what else he wanted from me.

"Shouldn't I need to hand-copy a copy of the instruction manual for you?"

Schmidt tugged at one corner of his mouth, changed the scepter from his left hand to his right hand, and placed it firmly on the table at hand after touching the spherical hollow that should have been where the Apple of Eden should have been placed.

"I heard about the name of the Assassin Organization when I was young." Schmidt said to himself an irrelevant topic, "If I'm wrong, please don't politely correct me──You seem to think that you are fighting for the weak, Against oppressors, against exploitation. That's really..."

Schmidt's hand drew circles in the air, as if trying to fish something out of it to continue his words.

I thought he was going to say something sarcastically "really stupid" or something, but what he said...honestly, blew my mind.

"Remarkable. Great cause."

You are definitely not Schmidt!Who are you!

"But you are all wrong about one thing. The so-called inequality, oppression, and exploitation are all the result of an imperfect order. These unpleasant facts exist because the order is not perfect. Once a truly perfect system is established, with every class in its place... just imagine how wonderful that would be?"

"What you call 'perfect order', I guess that's the dictatorial world under the light of the Nazis, so—thank you no more."

Schmidt shrugged indifferently, picked up the scepter and prepared to leave.

"It's up to you, anyway, I have enough time for you to tell the whereabouts of other treasures."

"Really?" I said in a deliberately exaggerated tone, "let me guess how you're going to get me to talk, with a scepter? I'm sorry, I thought you'd tried it for days and knew it didn't work for me. Or You want to trap me like this to compare endurance, so you give me free food and drink without having to work... I think this is a bit of a loss for you."

Schmidt stood at the door and looked at me like a fool:

"Poor child, you don't think you are the only little assassin in the whole world, do you? But assassins who are stupid enough to join the army and come to seek death...... I think it may be difficult to find a second one."

I don't know if Schmidt, who turned around and left after speaking, saw my expression, but I think it must be ugly.

Schmidt made it very clear—he can catch one assassin, he can catch the second.

I'm suddenly thankful that my heroic project hasn't come true yet.

What I have always seen is that relatives and friends around me must accept the training of assassins from the beginning of their understanding, and even if they cannot participate in missions, they need to become logistics members who can assist assassins.If you really can't accept the assassin's career, no problem, you can leave freely and no one will stop you.

The premise is that you can't leak any news about the Brotherhood. Once you betray the Assassin brothers and sisters, no matter the end of the world, the traitor will be... everyone knows.

So for thousands of years, countless people have not completely lost their freedom because of the struggle of assassins and templars, but no one knows how their current life came about.At least when they read about Washington in their textbooks they remember what he did in the American Revolutionary War, who remembers the Native Assassins who saved Washington's life.

We work in the dark to serve the light -- but what does the light give the assassins?

We've been routed for years, and the Templars are growing in power every day.I have no doubt that one day in the future they will want to conquer the universe!

I don't want to continue to "plow in the dark" anymore!

Fuck his creed!That's the old calendar of thousands of years, everything must keep pace with the times, okay?

So I want to bring the assassin out of the shadows and into the light, the best way is to have an assassin stand in the spotlight──Who is he?where is he from?How is his technique trained?

People will have questions, and then seek answers. The final result is to let the assassin stand in front of the world, and let everyone know this group of true heroes who are always hidden in the dark!

It turned out that things didn't go as I expected, and I even became an unexploded bomb that endangered the entire fraternity.

Why is this happening?

I can imagine that with Schmidt's paranoia, and his obsession with superhuman strength, he will definitely spare no effort