Superman of the American Comics

The next day, early in the morning.

Luke, who was appointed by the military, packed up some simple clothes and took Rogers with excitement to the special bus to the Caspian training camp in New Jersey.

Before departure, they met several important personnel of the strategic science Corps.

For example, Colonel Phillips with a serious face.

The developer of super soldier serum, Dr. Abraham Erskine.

Howard stark, famous in New York.

And, as always, agent Carter with a cool expression.

Wait

The strategic science Corps is a temporary organization specially established by the allies in order to win the war.

It was personally approved by President Roosevelt and the heads of European countries.

It has gathered elites in many fields. Its main purpose is to fight against this thin little man. It is more likely to prove that they are no different from those strong guys.

"Luke, why did Howard stark go to the Caspian training camp? Was he also a conscripted soldier?"

Rogers asked curiously.

He knows nothing about the super soldier program or the strategic science Corps.

I just thought that I went to the Caspian training camp to receive recruit training.

"Stark is different from us! He is a scientific adviser! He is a formal senior officer!"

Luke shook his head.

As recruits, how can they compete with Howard stark.

The treatment of both sides is different!

Howard stark was able to take a smooth and comfortable private car and talk and laugh with a group of senior officers along the way.

Maybe I'll go out drinking and drinking in the evening.

But he and Rogers could only stay behind the transport truck that shook like a bumpy ship.

"Get ready for recruit life, Rogers!"

Luke smiled meaningfully.

For Rogers, who is far from strong, recruit training is not an easy task.

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A week later.

"Are you all right, Rogers?"

Luke, who finished off-road loading, handed a towel to the thin little man.

He seemed to have fished it out of the water, and the camouflage clothes outside were soaked with sweat.

Chest is more violent ups and downs, as if pulling the bellows, making a "whirring" sound.

Even the conventional five kilometer cross-country is an arduous challenge for Rogers with poor physical fitness.

"No, it's okay! I just need a rest... It's good!"

Luke looked at Rogers, who spoke intermittently, for fear that he would suddenly faint.

The thin little man who can hold on until now, bent over in front of him, really has perseverance.

Despite the training tasks every day, Rogers is the last to complete and the worst one.

However, in terms of efforts, he did not lose to others, or even had it.

"I feel much better! Thank you, Luke!"

After a few breaths, Rogers looked up at his friend and smiled gratefully.

But for Luke's help, his situation might have been worse.

In Rogers' view, Caspian training camp is no different from the streets of Brooklyn.

Relying on strong muscles, bullying people who are weaker than themselves can be found everywhere.

Fortunately, Luke stood up, otherwise Rogers would become the victim of being beaten in the corner by villains.

"Assemble! Assemble!"

With a sharp whistle, the recruits who had long developed conditioned reflex trotted over one after another and stood in a neat queue.

Some of them have learned the end of disobedience, or being a thorn in the head.

The cold and gorgeous female officer with an English accent is not as weak as she looks.

Gilmer Hodge has a say in this regard for the recruit who got a punch - he still has band aids on the bridge of his nose.

Moreover, high-intensity physical training every day is enough to release everyone's excess energy.

"After your observation these days, who are the recruits with the best results and the best performance?"

Colonel Phillips asked, standing not far away and looking at the group of recruits being lectured.

"It's Luke Carville."

Carter with the scorecard raised his eyebrows.

She didn't expect the young man from Brooklyn.

Not only the shooting method is amazing, but also the performance is excellent in other test items.

Shooting, target shooting, weight-bearing March, climbing barbed wire and other physical training.

Luke can easily win the first place and get far away from the second place.

"I knew it! Erskine, as I said, Carville is the most suitable candidate!"

Colonel Phillips clapped his hands.

He looked at the tall, strong Luke in the queue with appreciation in his eyes.

The other side perfectly conforms to the Colonel's definition and image of an excellent soldier.

"Wait! We still have time."

Dr. Erskine, standing nearby, replied.

His eyes did not rest on Luke, but on Rogers, who was particularly prominent in the queue.

If you say, super soldiers should choose a strong big man.

Well, Erskine doesn't need to start this secret selection at all.

Just pick one from the army.

In this world, there is no shortage of excellent soldiers who know how to obey orders and have strong muscles.

However, it is quite difficult to find a real good man, a "super soldier" who has power but does not bully.

Erskine knew he didn't have more time to choose patiently and explore carefully.

Therefore, he can only place his hope on Rogers.

That thin little man has a touching quality!

"You asked me to investigate Rogers' life experience! Yes, he is indeed a... Good man! But what can be done? What would they think if the Committee bureaucrats knew that the candidate for super soldier was a thin little man who was like dry wood and panting for running?"

Colonel Phillips said discontentedly.

In his view, the war compares the strength of both sides, not the character of soldiers.

"The selection is not over, the time is not up! Colonel, let's wait patiently!"

Dr. Erskine is still the answer.

But this time, his eyes turned to Luke.