Chapter 22: MD-Chapter 22 Exibition
This course of development took Arthur by surprise.
Firstly, he hadn't expected the power of these twelve books to be so immense. However, Dr. Erskine made it clear that these books had laid a strong foundation for him, enabling him to continue in specialized research.
Secondly, he was surprised by the strong friendship between Colonel Phillips and Dr. Erskine. They were practically best buddies, and as a result, Dr. Erskine knew about all of Arthur's 'dark history.'
No wonder Colonel Phillips had ultimately decided to send him here to protect Dr. Erskine. It was essentially a matter of trust, replacing the 'Guardian' role with a more experienced one.
Arthur was momentarily speechless about the whole situation.
Nevertheless, the current outcome was heading in the direction Arthur had hoped for. Learning from Dr. Erskine and having the role of a bodyguard provided a protective cover for him. This way, he wouldn't be ensnared in Hydra's hatred.
If he ever had to go back to the battlefield, he could showcase his talents at an opportune moment. After withdrawing from the front lines, he could focus on research with proper protection, which was undoubtedly better than fighting on the front lines.
As long as he could survive until the end of World War II, he would have both fame and wealth. A splendid future life awaited Arthur!
While Arthur was immersed in his beautiful fantasies, Dr. Erskine seemed a bit impatient and asked, "How's your memory?"
"It's okay I think," Arthur quickly replied.
"Great! I'll get you some materials to study. Tonight, we have an important meeting. I need to meet someone crucial."
Dr. Erskine told Arthur, "For now, focus on being my bodyguard. Once our Super Soldier Plan is successful... then we can discuss the next steps!"
Arthur blinked and nodded silently.
So, the day passed in learning. Dr. Erskine not only provided Arthur with materials but also a lot of his own notes and documents, urging him to remember as much as possible.
Arthur didn't bother understanding everything and swallowed the information like a piece of cake, which left him feeling a bit dizzy.
After dinner, Dr. Erskine organized some documents and, together with Arthur, left the room.
Right before leaving, Arthur finally asked, "Where are we going?"
"We are going to see the future world," Dr. Erskine replied with a smile. "Have you heard of Stark Industries?"
"...Yes." Arthur couldn't possibly have not heard of it. It was Iron Man! However, in this era, it would be Iron Man's old man.
"Exactly, Howard Stark is a genius."
Dr. Erskine gently pushed up his glasses and said to Arthur, "To make the Super Soldier Plan successful, we need his help!"
...
...
Upon arriving at their destination, Arthur realized that the so-called 'Future World' was actually the Future World Exhibition Hall!
Not long after the start of Captain America's first movie, the 'young' Captain America had come here with his best buddy and two girls for a visit.
The key point was that Captain America was 'young' at the time and, while trying to impress the girls, he ended up being rejected by them.
What did this signify?
Arthur believed it demonstrated that in any era, it wasn't just about appearances but also about a damn well-looking physique!
The harsh reality of it all!
As he stepped out of the car, Arthur began to pay close attention to everything around him.
He hadn't become blind to the dangers just because Dr. Erskine saw potential in him, thinking that a beautiful life was within arm's reach.
Arthur's mind remained clear; this world was still very dangerous. Even though it was New York, who could guarantee that little Hydra spies weren't lurking around?
Although this segment in the movie seemed harmless, but have you ever heard of the butterfly effect? How many novels revolved around the protagonist crossing over and changing the plot? If one slackened even a little, the beautiful and desirable life might just sprout wings and flutter away!
This was something Arthur absolutely couldn't allow.
"Hey, Arthur, I think you should relax a bit," Dr. Erskine said as he observed Arthur's visibly tense demeanor. "This is New York, not a battlefield. There's no need to be so on edge, right? Today is a good day, with either new recruits about to set foot on the battlefield or young, pretty girls... By the way, I don't even know what type of girls you like. Colonel Phillips told me you like them with a big butt. Is that true?"
"..."
Arthur's mouth twitched as he heard this. What happened to the literary image he was supposed to maintain? What happened to not being eloquent? Why did he suddenly have so much to say?
First impressions really were meant to deceive, weren't they?
"Well, judging by your expression, I guess it's true," Dr. Erskine chuckled as he spoke. "After this war ends, do you know how many people will become widows? Almost all the men in this city have gone off to fight, and, to be honest, I also really want to join the battle. But I can't. I can only defeat the evil adversaries in my own field. I hope that one day, the world can be bathed in light, free from pain and hardship, war, and death. Just like your dream – a world at peace!"
'Who the heck told you that??? This is downright embarrassing!' Arthur's face turned red when he heard these similar lines!
"Of course, by then, you'll surely find a woman with a big butt, settle down, and build a career!"
Dr. Erskine patted Arthur on the shoulder, and Arthur's face turned even darker.
Is this ever going to end?
As they delved deeper into the exhibition hall, Dr. Erskine told Arthur, "You can really relax now. The security around this exhibition hall is very tight. I'll be fine. Why don't you take a look at what's inside? It's all very impressive. Beautiful fantasies about the future world always captivate people, don't they?"
"Although I don't need fantasies about the future world... but I think you're right, Doctor. I should indeed take a stroll around," Arthur said while glancing at Dr. Erskine with a smile. "I'll be back soon."
"It's okay; have fun. There are beautiful girls around too," The doctor said, looking at Arthur with contentment.
Arthur's face turned black. Really, I don't want to deal with you anymore. Who wants to have fun? Don't you know we've been targeted?
(End of this chapter)
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Chapter 23: MD-Chapter 23 Formidable Observer
The Future World Exhibition Hall was bustling with people, gathered in small groups or paired off, exploring the imaginative designs on display.
Some exhibits were bizarre, others comical, igniting the crowd's emotions.
Morrison blended into the crowd, appearing like an ordinary visitor, casually observing the surrounding exhibits.
With expressive eyes, he conveyed his feelings toward each exhibit, whether it be disdain, eager anticipation, or complete bewilderment. He believed his expressions and eye movements were flawlessly seamless.
No one, he thought, would suspect that his real purpose wasn't the items in the exhibition hall but that damned Dr. Abraham Erskine!
"Hey, buddy."
A hand suddenly rested on his shoulder and it was powerful enough to restrict his movements entirely. Simultaneously pressed against his back by a hard object, a voice whispered in his ear, "If you don't want anything unexpected to happen, I hope to gain some decent loot. Let's avoid misunderstandings that might hinder our good communication. What do you think?"
Morrison widened his eyes, and a cold, murderous intent began to emanate from his gaze.
But the voice sounded panicked, "Oh God, if you need money, it's in the pocket on my left."
"Great, but I hope to get more."
The voice behind him stated.
Morrison sighed in relief, a small probe that seemed to yield the answer he sought.
Even in this era, shameless little thieves were everywhere. It didn't matter; finding a secluded spot would suffice to deal with him.
In such times, even if he killed many of these pests, it wouldn't attract much attention. At most, it would consume a little time, but that was fine. He was confident a little thief like this wouldn't delay him for too long.
With these thoughts in mind, Morrison willingly gestured in a direction. "There's no one over there."
"I like people who are cooperative and sensible." The voice behind him sounded urgent and anxious, perhaps because the prey was within reach and eager to reap the rewards. Would this greedy worm pay the price it deserved?
At least, this was Morrison's mindset until he left the exhibition hall and entered an alley.
Once there, his head was immediately pressed against the wall, and after searching him and confiscating two handguns, Morrison's heart sank into despair.
"Another P38?"
The voice behind him sounded somewhat disdainful. "So, you're with the little mustache and not Hydra?"
Simultaneously with this voice, a force pulled him around, and when he saw the person's face, Morrison's pupils instantly contracted.
"It's you!"
The soldier who accompanied Dr. Erskine before.
With a typical Eastern face, Morrison had instinctively overlooked him, but now he realized that the other had detected him long ago.
"Yes, it's me."
Arthur smiled and said, "Nice to meet you. Let me think, cut off one head, and two more will grow back?"
"You..."
Morrison's face changed dramatically, realizing that things were not going well.
The other knew more than he had imagined.
"Indeed, judging your origin by handguns is not really that reliable..."
Arthur laughed again before grabbing Morrison's chin with one hand.
But at that very moment, Morrison suddenly launched a kick— a low blow!
"Is this a universally recognized martial art move?"
Arthur remarked in surprise.
Arthur's reaction was swift. The moment the opponent's leg lifted, he not only realized it but also launched a counterattack. First, he kicked the opponent's knee, rendering the sinister kick ineffective. Following that, he grabbed the opponent's shoulders, pulled him forward, and delivered a knee strike directly to the abdomen.
The opponent's body immediately arched like a shrimp, and Arthur took a step back, shaking his right hand before delivering a powerful hook punch, exclaiming, "Ouroboros!"
This punch landed solidly on the opponent's chin. The originally forward-leaning body was sent soaring through the air with small white teeth dancing in the breeze, resembling a scattering of flower petals.
Finally, the opponent crashed forcefully onto the ground, sprawled in a disheveled manner.
However, Morrison bit down forcefully... Well, he tried to, but Arthur had knocked all his teeth out. Despite the absence of the "biting" assistance, Morrison managed a sudden somersault, initiating a frantic search for his teeth scattered across the ground.
"Hehe."
Arthur chuckled. "I guess you're searching for your venomous fangs, right? Laden with poison, an immediate suicide mechanism if captured. Quite a creative young man... but you're too naive."
Grabbing Morrison's ankle, Arthur dragged him away from the scattered teeth, then sat on his back, saying, "So, do you enjoy the current situation?"
Morrison turned his head fiercely to look at Arthur on his back, his neck twisted at a strange angle. Then, he began cursing with muffled sounds, "#%...&*￥#!"
After finishing his sentence, the two stared at each other with wide and narrow eyes.
Morrison was almost in tears. This bastard had knocked out all his teeth. Without teeth, speaking was like a gusty wind passing through; he couldn't even understand what he had said!
Arthur, in surprise, commented, "Is this your own invented language? Trying to communicate with me using this seems a bit unrealistic, don't you think?"
Morrison, filled with sorrow and anger, found himself unable to commit suicide. Instead, he placed both hands on the ground, turned his head toward the ground, and forcefully smashed his head against it.
Even if he couldn't die, he could at least smear his face with blood!
That's how ruthless Morrison was!!!
But just as his forehead was about to make close contact with the ground, his neck suddenly tightened, almost strangling him. The next moment, someone pulled him up by the back of his neck, "Your will to die is quite firm, huh? Since that's the case, I can't let you have your way."
Arthur grabbed his head and slammed it against the wall!
Thunk!
Arthur admired, "That sound was so satisfying to hear."
While he enjoyed the sound, Morrison's eyes rolled like mosquito-repellent coils, and he fainted without even grumbling.
Taking off the opponent's coat, tearing it into strips, Arthur bound him in a hogtie.
With the remaining strips, he gagged Morrison's mouth. Opening a nearby trash can, Arthur tossed him inside.
Finally, he grabbed a few garbage bags and covered him up a bit. "Well, this is much better. I hope you're still here when I come back..."
(End of this chapter)
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