Seeing the excitement on Star-Lord's face, Chen Mo raised a hand and put away the Vibranium Shield and King's Sword into his storage space. Then, under Star-Lord's eager gaze, he slowly spoke.
"Actually, I'm the Commander!"
Star-Lord could not help but freeze at his words. This was completely different from what he had imagined.
Star-Lord quickly came to his senses and immediately shook his head hard, saying somewhat agitatedly, "That's impossible! He died more than seventy years ago!"
Listening to Star-Lord, Chen Mo silently rolled his eyes. Then he glared at him and said in a deep voice, "Are you sure he died?"
Though Star-Lord could not see Chen Mo's expression through the Iron Man suit's helmet, the faint chill in his voice made his heart tighten. The spot between his brows where the Throwing Knife had struck him began to sting as well.
Star-Lord immediately dared not speak carelessly again. Instead, he recalled the legendary stories about the Commander that his mother had told him as a child. Looking at Chen Mo, he said uncertainly, "When World War II was about to end, in order to save the world, the Commander flew a super bomber secretly developed by the Nazis and plunged it into the sea..."
At this point, an astonishing thought could not help arising in Star-Lord's heart. Could it be that the Commander had really not died?!
Then Chen Mo's voice slowly sounded beside his ear.
"That's right. The plane crashed in the waters near Greenland. I was frozen in the ice for more than seventy years, and only a few years ago was I discovered and dug out by an expedition team."
"Actually, Captain America and Carter didn't die either. They were later rescued from the ice as well, and they even had a daughter."
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