The sea breeze whistled on Cross-sea Bridge.
Soldier Boy couldn't hold it back and sneezed loudly.
He lowered his head and looked at himself. Around his waist was a piece of rag that came from nowhere, and on his knees were two fish scales cooked by the high temperature.
This look makes him look like a lunatic who just escaped from the shelter under the bridge.
Reply to Vought International?
As soon as this idea came into his mind, he kicked it away.
As embarrassed as I am now, if I walk back to Vought Tower, that polite scum Stan Edgar will definitely be sitting on the leather sofa, holding a glass of red wine, and using a tone that makes people angry to death.
He could even guess what Edgar would say.
Ben, since you can't even beat a kid, forget about revenge. Just take a hot bath, put on tights, and go to Hollywood to shoot some action movies and sell the videos. At least you can create some profits for the company.
The thought of being a cash cow for those capitalists in suits and laughing in front of the camera made Soldier Boy feel uncomfortable all over. It was even more disgusting than killing him.
He remembered again what Lynn said just now while standing in front of him.
There is no ridicule, no condescension, just straightforwardness that can see through people's hearts.
Soldier Boy sat down on the cold bridge, stretched out his hand and rubbed his frozen cheeks.
He had to admit that in this snowstorm with no one around, he actually felt a very secret envy towards John's cheap son.
John has a family who will turn against the world for him, and a father who will stand firmly in front of him no matter what happens.
And what about himself?
Soldier Boy recalled the rigid and strict biological father decades ago.
In order to get a compliment from the old man, and to prove that he was not a useless waste, he took the risk of dying at any time, signed the liability exemption agreement, and injected Original Compound V into his blood vessels.
He endured the pain that was worse than death and became a super idol respected by All-America country. He thought that he could finally stand in front of this old man with his head held high.
All he got in exchange was a merciless sneer, saying that he was just a loser who cheated with potions.
If someone could protect John just like Lynn back then and give him even a little bit of unreasonable preference, would his life be different today?
Stop it.
Soldier Boy patted his cheek hard and threw these sour thoughts behind him.
A tough guy doesn't need the warmth of a family. A tough guy just needs to eat meat and drink Whiskey.
He stood up and stretched his stiff joints.
Since I'm not going back to the company, I have to find a place to stay.
Compared with the era in his memory, the New York streets in the early 1990s had not changed drastically, but those huge colorful billboards and the crazy music on the roadside still made him feel a little noisy.
Where should I go?
Soldier Boy touched the stubble on his face, and a brilliant idea suddenly flashed in his mind.
Calculating my true age, I am actually an old man in his seventies.
Since you are an elderly person, isn't it natural for you to spend the rest of your life in a nursing home?
He secretly swore to himself that this was definitely to find a quiet place to retire, and it was definitely not because of his weird preference for mature older women.
After all, he has been locked up in the cold water tank of Russia for decades, and he really needs some warm embraces with the charm of time.
Thinking of this, Soldier Boy felt that he was full of energy again.
In a small town near the bridge, while it was getting dark, he pulled an old gray windbreaker from a Backyard clothesline of a house and wrapped it around him.
Although the legs are still bare underneath, as long as the buttons are tightened, others won't be able to tell anything.
He asked around and wandered into a community nursing home near Long Island.
There is a sunroom in the yard, the heating is fully turned on, the environment is very quiet, and there are many elderly people in wheelchairs resting.
Soldier Boy took a deep breath and felt that even the air was filled with a mature and steady aroma.
He walked to the corner of the sun room, where an elegant old lady with silver hair was sitting. She was wearing reading glasses, listening to old-fashioned jazz on the radio, and knitting quietly.
This picture simply suited his taste.
Soldier Boy straightened the collar of his windbreaker, assumed the melancholy posture of a tough guy who charmed thousands of girls back then, and leaned against a pillar nearby.
He lowered his voice and spoke in a magnetic broadcasting voice from the 1940s.
"Beautiful lady, I wonder if I have the honor to spend this charming evening with you?"
The knitting needle in the old lady's hand stopped.
She raised her head, pushed up her reading glasses, and squinted her eyes as she looked up and down at the burly man in front of her.
He was wearing an ill-fitting dirty windbreaker, two thick and hairy legs, and not even a pair of shoes on his feet.
The most terrible thing is that after soaking in the sea for so long just now, the strong smell of dead fish and fermented kelp on his body was evaporated by the heater in the sun room, and it directly burned the old lady's face.
"Where did the tramp come from!"
The old lady was so frightened that she pricked the ball of wool with a needle and shouted at the top of her lungs, "Security! Someone come quickly, there is an exhibitionist pervert here!"
Soldier Boy is confused.
He wanted to step forward and explain that this was his unique wild look, but as soon as he took a step forward, the hem of his big trench coat accidentally opened a slit, revealing the tattered fig leaf underneath.
This is completely unexplainable.
Two big-bodied nursing mothers heard the shouting and rushed over carrying mops and plastic buckets.
"You stinky hooligan, how dare you come to our place and act like a hooligan!"
Without saying a word, an aunt blew the wet mop in her hand directly into Soldier Boy's face.
Soldier Boy can't hit these ordinary aunts with the same fists used against Supe. If he really takes action, he will be on the headlines of the morning news tomorrow, and his United States hero's face will be completely lost to Pacific Ocean.
"Misunderstanding! I'm not a pervert, I'm really looking for a place to retire!"
Soldier Boy raised his arms to block the dirty water thrown from the mop, and backed away from the door in embarrassment.
"I think you need to take care of your big-headed devil!"
The aunts had amazing fighting power. They waved their brooms and knocked the United States veteran idol out of the sunroom.
In the end, Soldier Boy, surrounded by the spit and mops of several old ladies, ran out of the nursing home door in despair, holding his head and running towards the other end of the street without even daring to look back.
The cold December wind blew up the hem of his old windbreaker.
The streetlights on the side of the road made his shadow running wildly on the street longer and longer.