Superman's Journey to a Thousand Worlds

In the tavern.

The fellow groaned twice, thinking that Lincoln's business would be ruined, but before he could finish the wine in the glass, there was a snap, and the blood-stained $25 was slapped on his face.

On the table in front of you.

He looked up at Lincoln, and then looked down at the coins stained with blood. His face twitched a few times.

He had been hanging around here for some time and had seen some unruly gangs and individuals, but he admitted that this was the first time he had seen someone as natural as Lincoln in front of him.

The front leg found out the gang's address, and the back leg went to get the bloody U.S. dollars, and his face remained unchanged and uninjured. This fellow is a ruthless person!

The fellow looked at Lincoln carefully, and his contempt for Lincoln had completely disappeared.

A person cannot stand firm without ruthlessness. After seeing Lincoln's ruthlessness, how many people still dare to look down on him?

He thought that what Lincoln went through was a bloody battle, but in fact, what Lincoln did was much easier than the fellow countryman imagined.

When he left with the banknotes stained with the blood of those villains, he could confidently guarantee that there were no witnesses to this operation, unless the dead and vegetative people could get back up again.

There are no clues, no witnesses, and the method is unique, making it impossible to accurately identify the suspects. Based on these factors alone, this bad case is enough to become an unsolved case.

The fellow who ran the tavern might be able to provide some useful clues to the New York Police Department, as long as he was willing to take the risk of being killed together if Lincoln was not captured.

But obviously, this fellow who wanted money was a smart man and he would not do such a thing, which also meant that Lincoln was safe.

Not only is it safe, the corpses there will also make this fellow put away some of his unnecessary thoughts, prepare his identity properly, and send him to the European battlefield.

He got the money, Lincoln got his identity, the New York Police Department cracked down on criminals, and New York residents got a stable life.

Everyone was happy except for the local gang who had been doing evil for a long time and was able to survive peacefully, but was inexplicably blamed for it.

The local tavern is obviously not suitable as a place to live, but it doesn't matter. In the huge city of New York, there are many places that are willing to give some small help to a foreigner who has lost his identity card for the sake of money.

After all, the U.S. dollar at this time was still called U.S. dollars, the kind of gold that could be directly exchanged for gold.

...

Leave professional matters to professional people. Lincoln didn't know how that fellow man operated, but a few days later, he brought him good news.

"This is your thing, take it."

As if he had a guilty conscience, the man looked around before taking out a paper envelope from his arms and handing it to Lincoln: "As for joining the army, you have to wait for a while, and you will receive the letter then."

"Letter?" Lincoln pondered for a moment and pointed to the ground: "Send it here?"

"Send it to me." The fellow said: "Then it will be delivered to you, so you'd better stay in a place where I can find you."

"How long will it take before I get the letter?"

"It's hard to tell." The fellow pondered for a moment: "It depends on the efficiency of those American guys, but it won't be more than a month at the latest. I heard that the situation over there is not very good."

There are other meanings inside and outside the words of the fellow villagers. If Lincoln could take out a piece of money at this time, maybe he would be happy to reveal some information to Lincoln.

But seeing that Lincoln was unmoved, the fellow knew that he had met Pixiu, and left indifferently.

Lincoln was not interested in the so-called intelligence at all. If you think about it, you would know that a Chinese man running a tavern could have any information worthy of Lincoln's attention.

At present, Lincoln is most concerned about not the war situation on the European front at all, but the super soldier strengthening plan prepared by the Strategic Science Corps in New York City.

To be honest, he was very interested in the super soldier serum.

Although that thing is of no use to me, it can serve as an iconic collectible.

After seeing off the tavern owner, Lincoln returned to the room and swept the newspaper on the table with the words "Tomorrow's World's Fair" on it into the trash can. Lincoln picked up the Coke filled in the glass bottle on the table and blew it lightly.

tone.

Click-click-

There was a fine sound of freezing, and the Coke that was originally at room temperature instantly turned into a bottle of ice-cold drink.

His body's ability to absorb and enhance sunlight is beyond imagination.

Now he has all the abilities of Superman, including but not limited to biological stance, super strength, super speed, heat vision, freeze breath, super vision, super brain, etc.

His eyes can now see the composition of matter at a deep and microscopic level, but usually he will not use this microscopic vision ability on humans, because once he can see bacteria and mites from a microscopic perspective, he feels that his life experience will be greatly improved.

decline.

As the saying goes, out of sight is pure. As long as he doesn't see it, he can pretend that there is nothing.

As for super intelligence...this can bring IQ-crushing advantages, but it can also make things boring.

When he can analyze and judge the changing trends of things at a glance, the short-term future will no longer be unknown, and the near-omnipotent experience brought by powerful power will quickly deprive him of the joy of experiencing life.

Therefore, he has limited his super brain to a certain extent. He can exert the powerful intelligence of his brain at certain special times, but under normal circumstances, he is still himself, an ordinary person who has gained superhuman abilities.

In this way, he can have more fun.

One month was the longest time limit given by the tavern owner, but Lincoln himself didn't care about it because it was already very close to June 22, the day when Steve would be transformed into a super soldier at a Brooklyn antique store.

Before he officially obtains the identity of a soldier and leaves here, maybe he can complete the collection plan of the super soldier serum first.

Time flies, and on the 22nd, accompanied by a roaring explosion and gunshots, Erskine, the creator of the super soldier serum, fell to the ground.

In the panic, few people could stop the Hydra agent who was running away with only the serum left, except for Steve, who had just completed the serum injection and transformed.

The sound of gunfire and the roar of cars caused chaos in the surrounding streets, but neither the ordinary people nor the Hydra agents, nor Steve, who was chasing the car with all his strength, realized that another pair of eyes was watching silently in the dark.

them.

Controlling the biological force field, Lincoln hung high like a god. He looked calmly at the chase below. His eyes penetrated the Hydra agent's clothes without any hindrance and locked on the can of super soldier serum.