Garfield, who crossed from Marvel

After Rogers finished breakfast, Garfield deliberately clapped his paws, and all the plates and cutlery on the table, including food residues, disappeared in an instant. These things were moved to the kitchen by Garfield.

The hand exposed by Garfield surprised Rogers, and at the same time he gained more confidence in Garfield.

"After breakfast, we can talk about your first test."

As he spoke, Garfield flew up and flew in front of Rogers.

A portal opened in front of Rogers, and Garfield said: "Come in with me!"

After saying that, Garfield took the lead and flew into the portal.

Following Garfield, Rogers walked directly into the portal without hesitation.

"This is this?" Rogers frowned slightly as he walked out of the portal and looked at the chaotic streets full of garbage, graffiti, and tents.

"This is the slums!" Garfield said aloud while flying in the air, using magic to hide his existence.

"Slums?" Rogers, who was born in poverty, naturally knew what kind of place this was.

"What am I going to do?" Rogers asked aloud.

"Maybe you can talk to these people!" Garfield said in a guiding voice without answering Rogers' question directly.

This slum was specially selected by Garfield. The main group of homeless people here are retired soldiers. The oldest homeless people here even participated in World War II.

Garfield proposed three tests to Rogers, not just for fun. He planned to pass the three tests to let Rogers recognize the true face of certain people and institutional forces.

As long as Rogers loses favor with the organization that he has made great contributions to, it will be convenient for him to get Rogers under his control.

After hearing Garfield's instructions, Rogers walked towards a clean corner on the street, where a scruffy, very thin, middle-aged homeless man with disabled legs was lying there.

"Hello, how can I help you?" Rogers asked kindly as he walked up to the homeless man and bent down with a friendly smile.

The drooped head was lifted up, revealing a face full of vicissitudes of life. The tramp's eyes were without a trace of light. After glancing at Rogers aimlessly, his head was lowered again.

Seeing that the homeless man ignored him, Rogers squatted down and asked again: "Maybe I can help you. Can you tell me what difficulties you have?"

After being silent for a long time, a cold voice came out from under the cover of messy long hair: "Get out!"

Rogers wasn't angry after receiving such a response, he just didn't know how to communicate with the homeless man.

"Damn shit, don't come here to be a saint with your useless kindness, get out of here!"

These words were not spoken by the homeless man in front of Rogers, but from behind Rogers.

Turning to look behind him, he saw a stooped old man with a full head of white hair, pushing a rusty cart. On the cart was a huge woven bag. From the opened mouth of the bag, It was full of plastic bottles.

Standing up again, Rogers walked to the cart and said, "Sir, I just want to communicate with you."

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed sarcastically, then took out a cigarette from his coat pocket, lit it and took a puff.

"Ahem!" After coughing a few times, the old man looked at Rogers and spoke again, "Don't disturb John. Although he is still alive, he is already dead."

Hearing the old man's words, Rogers looked at Tramp John again who was squatting in the corner.

"Can I talk to you?" Looking back, Rogers asked the old man pleadingly.

Smiling again, the old man extended his right hand to Rogers and made a gesture of counting money.

Although he was an old antique who had been sleeping for a long time, Rogers still recognized this action and took out the wallet the agents prepared for him from his pocket, took out some change from it, and handed it to the old man.

"What a stingy guy!" The old man complained loudly after taking the change and counting it. He found that it was only a dozen dollars.

"I..." Seeing this, Rogers took out another hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the old man.

Seeing this banknote, the smile on the old man's face increased. He pushed the cart again and said to Rogers: "Follow me!"

Seeing this, Rogers hurried forward. He didn't mind the mess of the old man and the cart, and took the initiative to help.

Rogers' actions changed the old man's impression of him a little bit, "It seems that you are a little different from those disgusting bitches before."

Rogers, who didn't understand the situation, didn't say anything and just pushed the car.

Under the guidance of the old man, he came to an alley and parked the cart. The old man sat on a wooden box, motioned for Rogers to sit down as well, and took out another cigarette.

He handed one to Rogers. After being rejected, the old man didn't say anything. He lit it himself, took a deep breath, and started coughing again.

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?" After coughing, the old man asked.

"You..." Looking at the old man, Rogers was a little curious and concerned, "Didn't the government help you?"

"Hahaha!" Hearing Rogers' words, the old man laughed, even to tears.

Looking at the laughing old man, Rogers thought about what Nick and the agents told him when he just woke up. After the war was won, technology had developed and everyone lived a happy life.

What an ironic scene!

"Do you know where I'm from?" After laughing, the old man touched the tears from his eyes and asked.

Rogers shook his head.

"I was a soldier, a major. I participated in World War II and received a Bronze Star Medal!" As he spoke, the old man's eyes became profound. "I gave everything for this country, and then I came here and became a Got a homeless man!"

Looking at the old man in disbelief, Rogers couldn't believe that a hero who had participated in World War II had fallen to such an end.

"It's not just me, most of the homeless people on this street have served in the military." The old man saw Rogers' shock, with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Now they are all homeless like me. Chinese."

"Why?" Rogers asked puzzled.

"After the end of World War II, I returned to my hometown. My wife had already run away with someone else. That Bichi sold all her family property before running away.

So on the day I retired, I had nothing, but that was okay. I had experienced so many difficulties on the battlefield, and I felt that I could start life again.

But... But when I retired and went to the government to collect my grant, they told me wait, wait, the country is in difficulty now, let us understand.

So I went back and worked while waiting for my subsidy.I waited for three years, and there was no news in three years. I couldn't wait any longer, so I found the government again. This time they told me that there was no more, and the subsidies they promised were gone. "At this point, the old man laughed again, with only sadness in his smile, "I gave everything for this country, and then I got nothing, I had nothing. "

"How could they do this?" Rogers' face showed an angry look. As a soldier, he felt very angry about the government's behavior.

"Of course we will not accept it calmly. We unite together, start marching, start demonstrations, we just hope to get our due share. With our efforts, the government gave us an answer, but with tanks and machine gun!"