[Comprehensive] Hero Dogma

My housework skills have also made great progress. Since I was finally kicked out of the apartment because I couldn't pay the rent and Steve picked up the apartment, I switched to voluntary labor to pay for the rent, and applied the spirit of cleaning up the scene after the assassination was completed. Housekeeping, never a single hair falling out of Steve's house!

Bucky often came to Steve's place, and after seeing the fruits of my labor, he spontaneously paid for my three meals a day. The salary I went to work in the amusement park finally began to accumulate a little after I finished repairing the Hidden Blade.

When I finally had a chance to look at the sun and say, "Life is beautiful, it's almost time to go out and stab Schmidt again!", Steve and Bucky began to gear up and prepare to join the army.

"Bucky just joins the army, Steve, you..."

I turned my head to look at Steve, who was sitting between us, making the back of the three of us into a perfect M shape, and I still couldn't get the second half of the sentence out.

"Steve, it's not like you can only serve your country if you join the army."

Bucky frowned, the two of them had already quarreled over Steve's stubborn desire to join the army, and now every time this topic was mentioned, the atmosphere between them would become particularly stiff.

Seeing that the temperature around them dropped by two degrees because of their cold faces, I had to forcefully change the topic.

"Actually, none of you know that I practiced a new song recently──"

"Don't!"

"Shut up, don't sing it here!"

Steve and Bucky had a tacit understanding at this time, one grabbed a beer and the other grabbed a handful of peanuts, "Boom!", "Boom!" and put them in front of me.

"eat!"

"Drink hard!"

I pretended not to see the two of them clapping their chests and exhaling. I grabbed a bag of peanuts and opened it to eat with beer. As soon as the topic left the question of joining the army, the temperature immediately rose again.

After chatting about the weather, annoying customers at work, and funny things happening, until Steve leaves his seat to go to the bathroom, Bucky's smile collapses.

He drank the last sip from the bottom of the bottle in one gulp, and sighed heavily as he put the bottle down.

"Enzo, please do something."

"Eh?"

I saw Bucky's sad face and knew what he wanted to say, nothing more than to keep Steve from getting entangled in the military.

"After I go to report for duty, help me watch Steve. I know him too well, he won't give up like this, I'm afraid he will do something thankless again."

Bucky twitched his lips helplessly.

"I know it's not fair to him, Steve has always wanted to do the right thing, be a man of integrity, and keep him safe from behind while the whole world is at war..."

"It's really torturing his values." I finish after Bucky, "I get it, I get it."

"My God! I wish I could help him. But putting him on the battlefield isn't helping, it's killing him!"

Bucky was still holding the empty wine bottle in his hand, and he raised the bottle a few times to pour it into his mouth. He didn't even notice that the bottle was already empty.

"Anyway, just watch him, okay." Bucky patted my shoulder hard, "Don't let him do stupid things!"

"No problem." I raised my own bottle to toast, "Promise to complete the task."

The Assassin skill I've honed for years and haven't been put to use—protecting dignitaries—finally comes into play!

Sure enough, this once again proves that being born is not as important as entering the world!

Because Bucky had just followed a group of recruits to report to the army for drills, I started to bomb the recruiting studio every day on the back.

Can't be found yet, the difficulty check can't be higher!

What's even more frightening is that when the security check at the conscription station has been so strict that everyone is not allowed to bring any sharp objects, liquids, opaque bottles, etc. except for toothpicks, Steve is still reluctant to give up his forged conscription form. Drill!

The enemy (conscription station) is getting better and better armed, and I can no longer protect important people in a head-to-head confrontation!

Bucky!Am I really going to live up to your request here!I can't even complete the task of protecting important people, how can I face this world, how can I become a hero!

No, I will not let this happen!

From the bottom of the wardrobe, he pulled out the assassin's coat that he hadn't worn for several years, put on the hood, and passed the wall lightly in the night, and fell into the conscription station—for the spicy chicken wings and peanuts that Bucky had paid for all these years !You will never let Steve be recruited into the army!

Can't set bombs Can't I set fires?

Every day, the workstation receives many forms to apply for joining the army. One of these forms is handed over to the person concerned to take home, and the other is sent back for archiving. Classified in the same way── those with excellent physique, those with special talents...

After the day's recruitment is completed, the staff has to take advantage of the middle of the night to hurry up and sort out these forms.In order to fight, men, women and children all over the country are really fighting hard. I don't know the mentality of those who started the war.It’s fine if it’s to fight against tyranny and fight for freedom. No matter how I look at it, I feel that this time there is an ambitious guy who wants to dominate the earth forever.

Wait for me to stab you to death!

I hunched over in the grass and waited for the patrolling soldiers to pass by. I lit a cigarette and bounced into the room through the window and landed on the desk full of documents.

By the time the female staff who sorted the files on the other side smelled the burning smell and called for someone to put out the fire, those files were already irreparable.

When Steve arrived at the enlistment workstation the next day holding the application form (this time it was written from Utah), what he saw was a sign of "Suspended Service" hanging on the door, and two men wearing guns. The unsmiling soldiers in military uniform blocked the door.

"What's going on?" Steve craned his neck in the crowd in surprise, trying to see the situation clearly.

"I don't know, I said you're going to be late." I tapped my watch next to Steve's ear, watched him grit his teeth in satisfaction, and pushed away the crowd and ran to the small shop where I went to work.

Well, I'll burn the stop two blocks away later, which is where Steve's going after get off work, based on Steve's behavior patterns.

Shake it, big soldier!

Whoever made you want to seduce Bucky's iron buddies with military uniforms, let you try Enzo's...

"Lucas? Why are you here?" Dr. Erskine stood in front of me blinking.

I hold the scissors in my left hand (who told them to surround the conscription station with barbed wire!) I hold the canister with the smell of diesel in my right hand, and the hood hides half of my face. This image does not look like a good citizen .

No, I hid my face under the hood, how could the doctor recognize me?

"It...it's really you!" Dr. Erskine took a few steps forward, fished and fished from Bai Dahang's pocket, and caught a small wriggling animal, "Because the little cucumber has been acting very I was restless, so I came out to have a look, but I didn't expect it was really you!"

"Little...little cucumber?" I looked at the big lump that the doctor was holding in his hand... yes, it was really a big lump, no matter how I looked at it, I didn't think it had anything to do with "cucumber".

"Yeah, Gherkin. Since you...uh, left, I'm left with Gherkin."

Dr. Erskine raised the gherkin a little higher, and under the light of the workstation, I finally saw clearly what the huge ball of hair was.

I think its predecessor should be a laboratory mouse, which is a small white furry mouse that you will see in all biology laboratories.It's just that it grows two or three times the size of the same kind?Lying in the hands of the doctor is a lump of meat!

But when I saw that meatball mouse raised its small paw, the doctor smiled and took out a cucumber from his pocket and handed it to it. The diameter of that meatball mouse was almost as thick as his head holding it with one paw. The cucumber gnawed up.

Looking at the bulging cheeks of the meatball, I donated so much blood to produce this fat and round thing that can barely be called a healing system?

Oh my God, it even hiccups.

The tenth step of job transfer

With Dr. Erskine here, my plan to set fire to the reference room was aborted.

I can't stand like this with a murder weapon standing at the scene of the expected crime and have a long talk with the doctor. I made an appointment to come to him after two days of limelight, and I also took over a small cucumber (animal) with a whole pack of fresh Gherkins (plants) are used as a stepping stone.

Holding the cucumber in both hands, I couldn't take the first step on the street no matter what.

This is really shameful, holding a fat ball of mice that is burping and gnawing cucumbers in the street, what if people will be left with the impression of "Fat Rat Man" or "Cucumber Assassin"? !

I want to hide the gherkin in my pocket, but if I take off the assassin coat, I don’t have a big pocket like a doctor in my shirt and trousers. I force it into the trouser pocket and don’t let passers-by think I have a cucumber Huge head tumor.

In the end, I stuffed the little cucumber into the little cucumber bag so that the little cucumber and its beloved little cucumber became one and loved each other. From then on, the little cucumber and the little cucumber will never be separated... Ah, who the hell thought of using feed Name your pet!

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Agent Peggy Carter finished the criminal investigation on the other side and returned to the conscription station where Dr. Erskine was. Skip to Dr. Erskine's room.

The thought of seeing her dear Gherkin again made her feel that this hard day was worth it!