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Chapter 95 The British Imperial Museum

The early morning on the Thames was very pleasant, but for Rogers, this morning was terrible.

The sky was gloomy, and a storm was brewing. Usually at this time, Rogers was running long distances along the banks of the Thames River. Only when he ran for 30 kilometers did he feel comfortable and steaming all over his body.

But today he has no intention of long-distance running, sitting alone by the secluded river, watching the river in a daze.

All of this stemmed from the news he received from Major Erritt in the morning that Lei Rui, the only person he could call a comrade-in-arms, died during a mission!

The morning sun emerged from the east through the gloomy clouds. On the Thames, ships of all sizes shuttled back and forth. Rogers looked at all this blankly. Among the ships going upstream, there were some sailboats with sails.

But Rogers was not in the mood to care about this. In his mind, he recalled Lei Rui's words:

"The death of your comrades and friends happened right in front of your eyes! Rogers, this is war!"

"Rogers, your battlefield and the path you want to take are completely different from mine. I came here from the battlefield, and I must return to my own battlefield."

"Rodgers, you're going to be a hero! An inspirational superhero."

"Hey Ray, we'll see each other again, right?"

"Of course!"

……

These words still echoed in Rogers' ears, but that young man, who was always shy like him, said goodbye to him and never came back again!
Rogers really wanted to cry bitterly. So many people died every day, but he couldn't do anything. He could only train, train, train, and now he could only watch his comrades die. Can't see each other.

He buried his head deep between his knees, and cupped it in his hands, weeping silently, tears running down his face, dripping on the ground, seeping into the sand and mingling with the water of the Thames.

When Rogers returned to the secret military base, he had returned to calm, with his usual resolute expression on his face, as if nothing had happened.

Almost immediately, he was brought to Major Erritt's office. Before he opened the door, he heard Major Erritt roaring: "...immediately! Immediately! Find Captain Rogers!"

"Sir! Rogers reports for duty!" Rogers immediately opened the door and saluted the standard military salute.

"Damn it! Rogers, where did you go!" Major Erritt dropped the phone and yelled at Rogers angrily, "Last night, German spies broke into the British Imperial Museum! Witness cross-examination mentions a guy in a red mask! Damn! They also mention he seems invulnerable..."

"Captain Red Skull?" Rogers asked aloud, "Is he still in London?"

Major Erritt's face was so gloomy that it was about to drip water. He clenched his fists and thumped hard. There was a muffled bang from the desk, "Find him! Kill him! Rogers! Kill him!"

The last sound was a roar in a low voice. Rogers narrowed his eyes, gave a military salute, and replied loudly: "Yes! Sir!"

After the roar, Major Erritt seemed to shrivel up, sat down weakly, and said bye-bye: "Go!" When Rogers opened the door and walked out, Major Erritt suddenly remembered and shouted : "Rogers, come back here this afternoon, Mr. Howard Stark brought you something!"

Rogers was taken aback. Mr. Howard Stark is a big man who needs to look up. Before he joined the army, when he was just a weak and thin young man full of enthusiasm for serving the country, Mr. Stark was already amazing. A talented scientist, a prolific inventor, an industrialist, and a rich man, Stark Industries, which he founded, has become one of the few large arms dealers with the outbreak of this war sweeping the world!

Every bullet fired on the battlefield, every gun the soldiers rely on to kill the enemy and survive, and even the military uniforms everyone wears, more or less has the shadow of Stark Industries on it!

When Rogers closed the door, he was still surprised. How could Mr. Stark have something to do with this super soldier transformation plan?Could it be that he is going to take over the super soldier transformation plan that is about to be disbanded?
In the base, there is already a military jeep waiting for him.

"Hi, Barnes!" Rodgers got into the army jeep, greeted his partner, and then patted the driver's front seat. "Go to the British Museum! The fastest speed!"

James Barnes has a head of dark red hair. Even in the army, he was cut into short hair that can only cover the scalp, and the dark red hair can still be seen standing upright, just like him, with a bit of rebelliousness unruly.

He is very strong, especially his broad shoulders. Compared with Rogers' strengthened body, he is not much inferior. He just nodded to Rogers and said nothing. The military jeep creaked, as if rushing, and drove out of the military base. .

On the streets of London, soldiers and military vehicles can be seen everywhere, and there are busy but not chaotic scenes everywhere.

Here is the base camp of the Allied counterattack on the mainland. If the Allied army is a giant, this is the heart of this giant. Every strong pulse sends countless supplies and soldiers to the battlefield, and from the distant American continent, The same countless supplies and soldiers were sucked in.

The entire New Oxford Street has been completely controlled by the London police and the military. Rogers' military jeep drove directly into Russell Square, and Superintendent Sloan, who was waiting here, took him and Barnes directly into the museum.

"What's the situation?" Rogers couldn't help asking in a deep voice.

Superintendent Sloan turned back and replied: "Sorry! Captain, let Sir Morgan tell you in person. He is the deputy curator of the museum, and he knows the situation best! Scotland Yard is in charge of this case. Perelt and Angie Detective La, they couldn't come because of a suicide case that happened in Lockhard Church Hospital last night, you know, the suicide is Detective Angela's twin sister, who has been suffering from illness for many years."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear such unfortunate news. It's okay, Superintendent Sloan. Detective Angela must be very sad. Just leave it to me, and I will take care of it." Rogers replied sincerely.

Sir Patrick Morgan is a real British gentleman, with thin body, gray temples, round bottle bottom-like myopia glasses, gentle eyes revealing the wisdom and peace bestowed on him by the years, his back is slightly bent, and his face is unspeakable. So handsome, if he stepped out of this museum into the crowds of London's new Oxford Avenue, he wouldn't be able to stir up even a tiny wave.

Rogers saw him in a secret room. The ground was in a mess, a big hole was broken in the wall, and the safe embedded in the wall was also destroyed, leaving nothing inside.

He looked around, always feeling weird in his heart, but he couldn't tell where the blame was, maybe it was because there were walls on all sides, airtight, the air was a bit turbid, and the space was narrow and cramped, which made people feel uncomfortable in the bottom of their hearts?

Sir Morgan stared at the broken safe on the wall. After a long time, he sighed softly, turned around, looked at Rogers and said, "Captain, do you believe in religion?"

Rogers froze for a moment and nodded.

"Then you must have read the Bible!"

"Yes, sir!" replied Rogers. "Does the Bible have anything to do with this lost thing?"

"John Chapter 19 Verse 34, only one soldier pierced His side with a spear, and immediately blood flowed out." Sir Morgan recited the canon of the Bible in a deep voice, looking into Rogers's eyes, and said word for word : "This soldier's name is Longinus, a centurion in the Roman army. His eyes were injured in the battle and he was almost blind. He stabbed the Lord's body with a spear, and the blood stained his eyes. His eyes were no longer blind. , he shouted, this man is really the son of God! Influenced by the miracle, he gave up his original identity and became a monk, and later generations called him Saint Longinus."

Rogers frowned slightly. After Sir Morgan said so much, Rogers still didn't know what he was missing, but his intuition told him that this matter seemed very difficult!
Sir Morgan sighed again, his back seemed to be bent a bit under the weight again, walked up to Rogers, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Captain, Hitler has always attached great importance to the mysterious power beyond the times, established He formed a special organization to collect these sacred and foreign objects with mysterious power all over the world for him. This gun of Longinus, also known as the gun of fate, was secretly transported to London before the fall of Vienna and hid Here, but still did not escape the fate of being robbed!"

"No matter what they want to do, you have to find John Schmidt as soon as possible, that is, Captain Red Skull, the leader of Hitler's Hydra Legion, a super soldier like you! Retake this gun of destiny!"

Before Rogers came back to his senses, Sir Morgan hunched his back slightly and walked out slowly. Even when he was walking, his steps revealed a gentleman's demeanor, unhurried, like a stroll in a garden.

But the shock in Rogers' heart was not on this, but on how Sir Morgan knew so much top-secret information?The real name of Captain Red Skull, John Schmidt, the leader of the Hydra Legion, and a super soldier like Rogers, all of these are top-secret information. Sir Morgan is only the deputy curator of the British Empire Museum. Guns are not unusual, but how did he know so much top-secret information?

Rogers didn't think much about it. This matter is not what he is worried about now. What he is most worried about now is where is the captain of the Red Skull? They snatched the gun of fate. Should they immediately find a way to return to Berlin, or continue to stay in London to make trouble?
　The third update on Sunday.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)