Although Arthur had sighed about the absurdity of life more than once, he never expected life could be absurd to such an extent!
His sole desire was to leave the frontline battlefield because he simply didn't want to fight. Why engage in battles when he could enjoy his otaku life peacefully? The relationship with Colonel Phillips and his attitude had given him hope that he could slip through it all… But what happened?
He left the frontline only to find himself assigned to protect Dr. Erskine!
The mastermind behind the creation of Captain America and even Red Skull.
Now, he could already imagine his fate… He might witness the birth of Captain America, and very likely get entangled in the feud between Captain America and Hydra.
So, now he wasn't dodging ordinary opponents on the World War II frontlines, but he would be hiding under the watchful eyes of powerful and high-energy adversaries?
'If I can survive by hiding, then I've won, young man! Lately, some strange ideas are getting stuck in my head. Where am I, inside a Chinese cultivation nove?!' Arthur silently thought to himself.
Throughout the journey, Arthur was in a gloomy mood, to the extent that he could hardly eat. At one point, he even struggled to finish just three servings of military canned food.
Agent Carter often looked at his remaining food, then at the empty box in front of Arthur, expressing sincere admiration for Arthur's appetite.
Because of Arthur's despondency, the two didn't exchange much along the way.
However, Agent Carter, being kind-hearted, always comforted Arthur, saying, "Don't worry. Even in the rear, you'll still have opportunities to fight. Your skills won't go unnoticed. Your name will surely make your opponents tremble in fear! In the end, we can all achieve that ultimate dream… world peace!"
'Girl, if you don't bring up world peace in every other word then we can still be friends!!!!' Arthur silently cursed his travel partner!
Also, you've completely misunderstood the focal point of the issue… I'm not disappointed because I have no place to showcase my skills, but because there are too many places for me to showcase them!
And I don't want anyone to know my name. Who cares if they tremble in fear or not?
"By the way… where is the person I'm supposed to protect?" While Arthur was internally screaming, what came out of his mouth was this.
"New York."
"…Are you planning to drive all the way from here to New York?" Arthur was shocked but then thought it might not be a bad idea.
Stay on the road, and by the time he arrives, the doctor might have been killed. Perfect!
"Of course not, we're going to take a plane."
Agent Carter smiled slightly as she spoke.
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The plane landed in the afternoon of the next day, and the journey was not particularly miserable.
After all, there was a beautiful woman by his side, even if her face was a bit angular, she was still attractive.
Arthur had accepted his fate. Since he couldn't change it, he might as well go with the flow.
Agent Carter took the opportunity during the journey to give Arthur a brief explanation of the situation.
Firstly, Arthur was to protect Dr. Abraham Erskine, an expert in genetics. Following this individual, they were going to establish a Strategic Science Reserve with the aim of creating a genuine Super Soldier.
Even more, if the doctor's serum research proved successful, and it was effective in practice, then they would proceed to create an entire force of Super Soldiers.
In this matter, Colonel Phillips had also put in considerable effort. The old man was returning these days and was gearing up for this work.
As for Arthur… with his knowledge of the Marvel universe, he was very clear about what this so-called Strategic Science Reserve was. In fact, Arthur preferred to call this department the SSR!
The Strategic Science Reserve, SSR, was the English abbreviation of this organization. This group was also the illustrious predecessor of SHIELD…
Although, at the moment, it was nothing more than a small embryonic form.
At five in the afternoon, Arthur finally met Dr. Abraham Erskine.
He was an amiable middle-aged man, his face adorned with a gentle expression, and the glasses perched on his nose accentuated his scholarly demeanor.
"I've heard about you," Dr. Erskine said with a smile as he looked at Arthur in the room. "A sharpshooter on the battlefield, they say you single-handedly took down over thirty enemies in a previous ambush, and with an M1 Garand rifle, you even killed an enemy sniper. In a subsequent covert assassination mission, you directly killed their commander. Such military achievements, if not for Colonel Phillips, you would have already stood out completely."
Arthur didn't know what to say— modesty? It seemed like humility wasn't considered a virtue in their eyes. Saying it was just a small feat? That might sound too arrogant…
So, when others praised you, it was really hard to respond. Jokes weren't appropriate either, making it awkward.
In the end, Arthur could only show a shy smile.
"Haha," Dr. Erskine chuckled. "Still a child, huh? No wonder Colonel Phillips is so concerned about you. But in the days to come, I'll have to trouble you."
Arthur could only nod. What else could he say? Tell the other person not to count on him, that he just came here to idle away his time? That's clearly not possible!
Small talk soon became difficult. As a scientist, Dr. Erskine was obviously not skilled in the art of conversation. Arthur was also not adept; after all, his current profession seemed to be a soldier, and even earlier, it had a more promising one— Otaku!
However, whether it was a soldier or an otaku, neither seemed to possess the skills of eloquence.
"Alright, feel free to do whatever you want. I have some work to do. You can do anything as long as it doesn't disturb me."
Dr. Erskine stood up, and in the room, there was a table with various files and documents, indicating that this doctor's workplace was right in his own room.
He walked to the table, picked up his pen, and started writing rapidly. Arthur didn't know what to do.
His luggage was still unpacked, and he had no idea where he was supposed to stay…
Dr. Erskine obviously didn't have nerves in that direction and didn't make any arrangements for him. Arthur could only sit awkwardly on the sofa.
At this moment, Arthur deeply missed his phone and the small games on it.
With nothing else to do, he looked around the room.
The room wasn't very big, the bed slightly messy, and the floor covered with various papers, containing a variety of writings.
There was also a bookshelf nearby. Arthur casually picked up a book, and then…
[Do you want to Disassemble the genetics book?]
"Huh! Uh…?"
Arthur's face was filled with confusion!