I Am In Marvel Chapter 258: The hero returns

New York Central Square, War Heroes Memorial Hall.

In front of the pavilion, two stone statues of young men in battle uniforms stood. One held a sword and the other held a shield. The two faced each other with their backs to each other, and looked forward with majestic eyes.

After night falls, the light shines on the head of the statue, like a circle of sacred crowns.

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

Many office workers or out-of-town tourists, with their families of all ages, gathered around the statue in twos and threes to visit and stop to look up.

Two tall young men, a little sneaky, lowered their caps on their heads.

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

"Come to see the war memorial that promotes my memory...Why should I do such a boring thing?"

Being among the crowd, Kyle felt uninterested for no reason. He glanced at Steve who was very interested next to him, and could only sigh helplessly and follow him into the museum.

In the corridor of the memorial hall.

There are built-in screens on both sides of the wall, and World War II propaganda videos are continuously shown in a loop. A young man wearing a black uniform with a sword, and a young man wearing dark blue tights holding a shield. As the protagonists, they lead the soldiers. Charge forward to dominate the battle.

This place is not suitable for me...

Kyle lowered the brim of his hat, fearing that someone would recognize him.

Just looking at my promotional video like this, I always feel a sense of inexplicable shame.

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

In front of the exhibition hall in one corner, tourists were busy. A photo of a short young man was shown on the video, accompanied by a voice-over explanation in Zhengyuan accent:

‘Steve Rogers. Before the serum injection, he weighed 95 pounds and was five feet four inches tall. He was not able to enlist in the army many times due to poor health. After the serum injection, he weighed 240 pounds and was six feet, two inches tall...'

"Kyle, you're talking about me over there." Steve smiled and lowered his voice to Kyle.

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

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

"Awesome." Kyle didn't want to hurt his old friend, so he had to give him a thumbs up.

Steve smiled, his previous sadness dissipated, and he clenched his fists quietly in excitement.

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

The two of them continued deeper into the museum. Arriving at another huge exhibition hall, both photos and videos are based on darkness, and there are also model pendants of one-handed swords.

The visitors gathered here were almost full.

'Kyle Doff, 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 in World War II. He not only disintegrated the Hydra organization, but also dominated the battlefield in many large-scale wars, saving and accelerating the world's return to peace. He is known as the contemporary A symbol of peace! ’

The voice-over explanation came into my ears.

Steve twitched the corners of his mouth in a forced manner, and looked frustratedly at Kyle, who had his pockets in his pockets and looked indifferent.

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

"You are thinking too much."

Kyle in turn patted him on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort.

In the War Memorial Hall, there are also photos of important figures such as the Science and Strategy Department and the Howling Commandos in the old era.

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

"In the 21st century, the peaceful era is great." Steve sighed softly at the end.

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

Steve fell silent, looked at Peggy's photo on the wall for the last time, turned around and waved his hand and said, "Let's go, it's time to leave."

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

As I walked to the corridor near the door, there was a sudden loud scream outside the door, and then people seemed to be forced to flow back into the museum.

"What?!" An old man inside who wanted to go out was surprised and roared.

"Shut up!"

The response to him was the violent abuse from several men outside the door.

The uncle was about to say something when a huge gunshot sounded like a warning, making him turn pale and retreat inward.

"Is this...robbery?" Steve asked in surprise, somewhat understanding the meaning of what Kyle just said.

"It should be." Kyle complained helplessly.

It should be said that New York is indeed the city of sin...

But I chose the War Memorial Hall to rob, and I don’t know if the robber boss has some wrong wiring in his brain.

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

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

"Get in, everyone!"

Five robbers dressed in black and wearing hoods, holding guns in both hands, drove tourists into the hall and blocked the entrance to the memorial hall.

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

As soon as the words were spoken, the tourists squatted down in horror, and in a blink of an eye, only two young men were left conspicuously standing in the middle.

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

But the two people didn't even look at him, they were discussing something in low voices.

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

"Let me do it. After lying down for so long, it's time to stretch out your muscles." Steve shrugged.

"Don't force me..."

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

He made a quick lunge and sprinted forward. The robber leader reacted, subconsciously put his finger on the trigger, and was about to shoot.

But Steve was obviously faster. He leaned close to the armpit of the robber leader, quickly stretched out his hands, held the barrel of the gun with one hand and pulled it upward, and held the other person's wrist with the other hand and twisted it into a twist.

‘Bang! ’

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

Steve turned his hands, and the robber leader's scream was still in his throat. His body turned over 180 degrees, and his head hit the smooth floor hard.

"The action is pretty good."

Kyle commented, but yawned lightly.