I Am In Marvel

New York City Center Plaza, War Heroes Memorial.

In front of the pavilion, two stone statues of young men in battle uniforms stood, one holding a sword and the other holding a shield. The two of them turned their backs to each other, and their dignified and sharp eyes shot forward.

At night, the lights fall on the top of the statue, like a circle of sacred crowns.

The musical fountain is set at the foot of the sculpture. Under the music of the modern war, the rhythmically throws the water, and the performance sets off the inspiring and exciting momentum.

Many office workers, or tourists from other places, brought their families, young and old, and gathered around the statue in twos and threes to visit and look up.

Two tall young men, slightly sneaky, lowered the peaked caps on their heads.

They carefully avoided the crowd in front of the door and followed the continuous flow of people into the memorial hall.

"Come and see the war memorial that promotes my memory...why do I do such a boring thing?"

Caught in the crowd, Kyle felt bored for no reason, glanced at Steve who was in high spirits beside him, and could only sigh helplessly, and walked with him into the museum.

in the hallway of the memorial.

There are built-in screens on both sides of the wall, and the World War II propaganda films are continuously displayed in a loop. The sword-wielding youth in black uniforms and the shield-wielding youth in dark blue tights are the protagonists, leading the soldiers and charging ahead. of domination.

This place is not for me...

Kyle lowered the brim of his hat, afraid of being recognized by someone.

Looking at my own promotional video like this, I always feel an inexplicable shame.

Steve watched it with relish, and was even more surprised by the modern color video, and his eyes kept showing the brilliance of accepting new things.

In a corner of the exhibition hall, there was a lively crowd around the tourists. The video showed a photo of a short young man, which was accompanied by a voice-over explanation in Zheng Yuan:

'Steve Rogers. Before the serum injection, he weighed 95 pounds and was five feet four inches tall. He was repeatedly unable to enlist due to poor health. 240 lbs after serum injection, 6'2"...'

"Kyle, they're talking about me over there." Steve smiled and said in a low voice to Kyle.

Kyle nodded, and the voice over there continued to float: "Steve Rogers was selected to participate in an unprecedented project during World War II, he became the world's first super soldier, and he saved thousands of soldiers in his first action. , is Captain America who represents national justice! The legendary hero who disintegrated the Hydra organization and saved the world!"

Steve's eyes lit up, he tapped Kyle on the shoulder, and said proudly like a child, "How about it, I'm amazing."

"Great." Kyle didn't want to hit his old friend, so he gave him a thumbs up.

Steve smiled, the previous sadness disappeared, and his fists clenched quietly.

This at least made him understand that although the road is lonely and difficult, as long as the world recognizes it as a heroic act, everything is worth it.

The two continued to go deeper into the hall. Arrive at another huge exhibition hall, where both photos and videos are based on darkness, and there are model pendants of one-handed swords.

The tourists around here are almost full.

'Kyle Dolph, when he first entered the recruit base, quickly emerged in the training and became a dazzling new star among the soldiers. ’

"He is the youngest major general in the United States and the greatest war hero of World War II. He not only disintegrated the Hydra organization, but also dominated the battlefield in many large-scale wars, saving and accelerating the return of the world to peace. He is known as a contemporary symbol of peace!" ’

The voice-over explanation sounded into the ears.

Steve twitched the corners of his mouth forcefully, and looked frustratedly at Kyle, who had his pockets in his side and looked indifferent.

"How do I feel, my limelight has been suppressed by you." Steve said depressedly.

"You think too much."

Kyle patted him on the shoulder in return for comfort.

In the war memorial, there are also photos of important figures such as the Ministry of Science and Strategy of the old era and the Roaring Commando.

Kyle and Steve visited everywhere, as if to remember their lost youth, the era of war that was gradually forgotten and buried by the world.

"The 21st century, the era of peace is really good." At the end, Steve sighed softly.

"In the future, you may not think so." Kyle shook his head and said coldly, "The world is cleaned up and clean, and many people will want to destroy it."

Steve fell silent, finally glanced at Peggy's picture on the wall, turned around and waved, "Let's go, it's time to leave."

Kyle nodded, and the two exited towards the entrance of the memorial hall.

Walking to the corridor near the door, a large number of screams suddenly came from the door, and then people seemed to be forced to return to the museum.

"What are you doing?!" An uncle who wanted to get out was surprised and roared.

"shut up!"

What responded to him was the rude scolding from a few men outside the door.

The uncle was about to say something when a loud gunshot sounded like a warning, causing him to retreat inward with a pale face.

"This is... robbery?" Steve asked in surprise, a little understanding what Kyle just said.

"It should be." Kyle was unable to complain.

It should be said that New York is worthy of being a sin city...

However, I chose the War Memorial to rob, and I don't know if the boss of the robber had a wrong line in his mind.

In other words, the halo of heroes will attract robbers to commit crimes, which is also the default rule in hero movies.

The two stopped in the middle of the corridor near the door, motionless, like two iron pillars, and the frightened tourists passed by and hid in the hall of the memorial hall behind them.

"Give me all in!"

Five robbers dressed in black and wearing hoods, armed with firearms in both hands, drove tourists into the lobby and blocked the entrance to the memorial.

The leader of the robbers stood in the corridor, glanced inward at everyone, and said sharply, "Hold your head in your hands and squat down honestly! Hand over your belongings one by one!"

As soon as the words fell, the tourists squatted down in a collective panic, and in a blink of an eye, only two young people were left standing in the middle.

"You two, don't you want to live?" The robber leader raised his eyebrows and pointed his gun at him.

But the two of them didn't even look at him, they were discussing something in a low voice to themselves.

"I'm coming, or are you coming?" Kyle asked boredly with his hands in his pockets.

"Let me do it. Lying down for so long, it's time to move." Steve said with a shrug.

"Don't force me..."

The robber pointed a gun at Steve, and before he finished speaking, Steve moved abruptly.

He took a swift stride and sprinted forward in an explosive sprint. The robber leader reacted and put his finger on the trigger subconsciously, and was about to shoot.

But Steve's speed was obviously faster. He leaned over and approached the armpit of the robber leader, and quickly stretched out his hands, holding the barrel of the gun in one hand and twisting it up, while the other hand held the opponent's wrist and twisted it into a twist.

'Boom! ’

Gunshots rang out, and a light bulb on the ceiling of the hall shattered.

Steve flipped his hands, the robber leader's screams were still in his throat, his body turned more than 180 degrees, and his head slammed down on the smooth floor.

"The action is not bad."

Kyle commented, but yawned drowsily.