I'm in Marvel, I'm Kamen Rider

Chapter 148 Captain America
"Hey, why is there a playing card here!?"

Dr. Zola's surprised voice sounded in the laboratory.

He quickly picked up the card that suddenly appeared and looked at it carefully.

"John, you have to come and take a look at this!" Dr. Zola called Schmidt hurriedly.

Schmidt heard the sound and came over and took the playing card from Dr. Zola's hand.

He looked at the card and frowned slightly.

"A playing card? What's wrong?" He turned to Dr. Zola.

"Is this card yours?" Dr. Zola asked him.

"Of course not! I don't play poker, don't you know? Arnin?"

"But it's not mine! How did it appear? I have carefully checked the instrument and surrounding environment before to make sure there are no debris!"

But Dras did not stop. He still followed Steve closely, as if he was proving with his actions that he was no worse than Steve.

Dras snorted and shook his head: "Comrade? On the battlefield, only the strong can survive. I must become stronger to protect myself and the people I want to protect."

"I will definitely catch up with you, Steve!!"

"Did it come out of the Rubik's Cube?" Dr. Zola made a bold guess, scratching his little hair as he spoke.

Ten kilometers of training seems to be just a piece of cake for him.

"I just hope he doesn't vent his frustration on us!"

But Steve's body continued to run forward, and the weight on his body was definitely more than ten kilograms.

However, Dras turned away stubbornly and said disdainfully: "Oh? Stop pretending to care about me! I know you are here to ridicule me! I, Dras, don't need other people's care!"

Steve ran steadily on the dirt road carrying heavy equipment.

The soldiers stopped one after another. Some were so tired that they sat directly on the ground, while others were breathing heavily, trying to calm down their excitement.

"Dras, go and rest! If you continue like this, your body will be injured!" Steve looked at Dras with a tired face and said with concern.

Behind him, Dras's burly figure followed closely, as if he was having a silent contest with Steve.

Dras raised his head, with a stubborn light in his eyes: "Steve, I don't need your sympathy. I admit that you are very strong, and the super soldier plan has indeed made you extraordinary. But neither do I, Dras. People who give up easily.”

"However, no matter how hard he tries, he can't be as strong as the super soldier!"

Agent Carter looked at them from afar, his eyes full of concern.

The two continued to run through one circle after another.

A whistle sounded and Agent Carter's voice echoed across the training ground.

Steve persuaded again, his tone full of sincerity and concern: "This amount of training is a big burden on your body."

In the military camp, the afterglow of dusk shines on the training ground, adding a bit of tenderness to this masculine land.

Schmidt looked around. The laboratory was so tightly guarded that even a mosquito could hardly fly in, let alone a playing card.

The appearance of this card undoubtedly adds another layer of mystery to this universe that is already full of unknowns!

"I'll leave the research on it to you!" Schmidt was not too interested in this card and thought it would not have much impact on the experiment.

……

Steve was silent for a moment, and then said slowly: "Strength is not only physical, but also mental, tactical, teamwork, etc. Dras, you are too obsessed with personal power."

He turned and walked out of the laboratory, leaving the mystery to Dr. Zola to solve.

So he slowed down and returned to Dras's side.

Schmidt held the card. Apart from the poker suit sequence, it also had the appearance of a vulture monster printed on it, which looked a bit weird.

Dr. Zola, on the other hand, held the mysterious playing card and fell into deep thought.

The soldiers looked at his stubborn back and started talking.

Dr. Zola looked puzzled: "So, where did this card come from?"

Steve heard Dras's breathing getting heavier and he knew that Dras was reaching his limit.

There was an introduction written in some unknown language below, but he couldn't understand the meaning.

Steve frowned: "I'm not sympathizing with you! I'm not attacking you, I'm just worried about your body. We are all comrades in arms, and I don't want you to get injured due to excessive training."

The soldiers' chatter gradually died down, leaving only the footsteps and breathing of Steve and Dras echoing on the training ground.

"Yes, he finally defeated Bu Jingyun, but was immediately surpassed by Steve. He must be dissatisfied."

Bu Jingyun followed closely behind Dras, who also kept running.

Steve sighed softly and explained: "Dras, you don't have to be like this. I don't want to show off. I have undergone the enhanced experiment of super soldiers, and my body is already at the limit of human beings. You can't be better than me." Strong! If you keep running, your body won’t be able to bear it.”

As for those ordinary soldiers, they are far behind the three Steves.

"Uh... Ten kilometers, ten kilograms of weight training is completed! Except for Steve, everyone else can gather where they are and rest!"

"Dras, he still refuses to give up!"

Dras roared angrily, and his steps began to stagger a little, but he still did not stop.

"I don't need you to tell me the truth, you just rely on luck! I never want to compete with anyone, I just want to be the best!" Dras's voice was full of stubbornness and unwillingness, he tilted his head, He walked straight behind Steve and said:

"Just wait, one day I will surpass you and surpass everything!"

Steve stood there, looking at Dras's retreating figure, with mixed feelings in his heart. He wanted to catch up and say something, but he didn't know how to say it.

At this time, Bu Jingyun came over. He stood beside Steve and looked at the direction where Dras disappeared.

"Ignore him, Steve." Bu Jingyun said:
"He is obsessed now. He only wants to become stronger, but does not have a true heart of being strong. His heart is already full of jealousy, dissatisfaction and anger, and these emotions will eventually destroy him."

After hearing this, Steve couldn't help but sigh: "So I can't just watch him be destroyed!"

"What can you do?" Bu Jingyun asked: "We can't help him, only he can help himself. Everything depends on his own choice."

Steve was silent for a moment, then turned to look at Bu Jingyun: "You are right. But, I still hope that he can find his own direction."

"Everyone has their own way to go, and Dras is no exception." Bu Jingyun patted Steve on the shoulder: "Don't worry too much."

Steve nodded, and then sighed: "Speaking of which, my matter has not been resolved yet." "Is this your request for enlistment?" Bu Jingyun asked.

"Yes." Steve replied: "Colonel Phillips rejected my request. He said that I was just a person, and what he needed was an army. I was not enough for a war. ”

"That's really tricky." Bu Jingyun frowned: "But you will always find a way."

"A senator said he could let me serve the country..." Steve said hesitantly.

"Oh? What are you going to do?" Bu Jingyun asked curiously.

"I...I promised him." Steve sighed: "Although I am a little reluctant, I think this may be the greatest contribution I can make to the country at the moment."

"Now that you have made your decision, I will support you." Bu Jingyun said, "I believe in you, Steve. You will definitely be able to make your own contribution."

……

A month later.

In the splendid performance hall, the lights are bright.

Steve stood in the center of the stage, dressed in a gorgeous special actor costume, which made him a little uncomfortable.

His eyes unconsciously glanced at the blonde beauties beside him. They exposed their slender thighs and interacted with the audience with smiles on their faces.

All of this was so strange and awkward for Steve.

He recalled the congressman's proposal. He thought he could help the country, but he didn't expect it to be in this way.

He looked down at the shield in his hand. It was his glory and dignity as a soldier, but now it has become a prop on the stage.

Steve felt an indescribable shame in his heart, and he wished he could immediately throw down his shield and escape from this glamorous stage.

However, the audience cheered one after another, the children's faces were filled with innocent smiles, and the citizens responded with warm applause.

Steve knew he couldn't live up to the show and let the audience down. Therefore, he could only bite the bullet and continue to play the role of a good special actor.

After the performance, Steve was surrounded by enthusiastic audience. They rushed to sign autographs and take photos with him, and some even invited him to endorse products.

Steve responded with a smile, but his heart was filled with helplessness and bitterness. He sold tens of millions of dollars in national debt for the country and became a millionaire himself, but this was not what he wanted.

Whenever it was quiet at night, Steve would always think of the smoke on the battlefield and the figures of his comrades.

He didn't know whether his current choice was right or wrong. He only knew that his heart was always concerned about the smoke-filled battlefield.

The glamor on the stage could not conceal his inner confusion and struggle. He could never forget his dreams and original intentions.

On this day, Steve set foot on the road to the front line of the battlefield. He was going to give a performance to the soldiers who were about to enter the fierce battle, hoping to cheer them up and boost their morale.

However, in this land full of smoke and war, his treatment is obviously not comparable to the scenery in the city.

Arriving at a military camp in Italy just a few kilometers from the front line, Steve put on a cartoon uniform, holding a shield with the stars and stripes printed on it, and walked onto the stage with confidence.

He looked around. The densely packed soldiers below were sitting or standing, with nervousness and seriousness on their faces as the battle was about to begin.

Steve took a deep breath, showed his signature warm smile, and asked loudly:
"Are you ready to come with me to repair Citra?"

He tried to lighten the tense atmosphere with such jokes.

However, the soldiers in front of him did not respond to his enthusiasm, and some even had disdainful sneers on their faces.

Steve's heart sank as he realized that the soldiers here didn't seem interested in his performance.

He was slightly embarrassed, but he did not give up. With a flash of inspiration, he asked: "Are you volunteers?"

"What are we doing here if we don't volunteer?" a soldier replied loudly, triggering laughter from the audience.

Someone else shouted: "We want to see girls, we just want girls!"

The smile on Steve's face gradually stiffened, and he felt an unprecedented sense of frustration.

He looked at the girls preparing behind the curtain and sighed helplessly:
"They seem to only sing one song...Okay, let me go see what I can do for you." Steve was extremely embarrassed.

These soldiers didn't give him any face. He looked a little ashamed and looked at the girls preparing behind the curtain.

"Go ahead, sweetheart!"

"Your boots are good, little fairy!" The audience burst into laughter again.

The girls walked onto the stage, beautifully dressed, and immediately aroused cheers and whistles from the soldiers.

Steve walked off the stage silently, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Seeing Steve's disappointed expression, the stage manager came over and comforted him: "Don't be discouraged, Steve. The war has made people a little anxious, and they may need more than entertainment."

"It's my problem!" Steve shook his head and motioned for the person in charge to stop talking.

It was impossible for him to criticize these soldiers. In fact, he envied these soldiers for being able to go to the battlefield.

"So, is this what you think? Like a clown every day, touring everywhere and being put on TV or billboards."

At this moment, a cold and familiar voice shocked Steve's heart.

He turned around suddenly, and an Asian man with a resolute face was standing in front of him, looking at him coldly.

Steve's face immediately broke into a surprised smile, but then he looked a little embarrassed.

"Yun! Why are you here?"

As he spoke, he walked quickly towards Bu Jingyun.

However, Bu Jingyun's reaction surprised Steve.

Bu Jingyun looked at him, without a trace of smile on his face, and his eyes showed deep disappointment:

"Steve, you really disappoint me. You have obviously been enhanced and have abilities beyond ordinary people, but you choose to be an actor who makes money for capitalists. You don't deserve to talk to me!"

Steve was deeply hurt by Bu Jingyun's words. He lowered his head and was speechless.

He knew that what Bu Jingyun said was true. For this period of time, he has been escaping from his own heart, from the Steve who once wanted to protect the world and become a true hero. But now, he has become an actor who makes jokes on the stage.

"I..." Steve raised his head and wanted to explain, but found that his words were so weak.

He looked at Bu Jingyun's disappointed eyes and didn't know how to face him.

(End of this chapter)