The lights flashed and the music was melodious. The group of people who were chatting with each other were sent away. The person Eric was waiting for finally came over.-

"You're finally here, Mr. Stark." Eric raised his cup to the visitor and joked with him. "If you're still so calm, I'm already thinking about whether to put a short skirt on Tarbert to see if it works."

This is a joke widely circulated in the upper class - even if you put on a short skirt on a shark, a certain "flower" and "flower" young master would come over without hesitation.

Of course, the old acquaintance with shamelessness would not blush because of other people's teasing. He greeted Eric in a familiar way.

Now, the two finally met again after nineteen years of separation.

Eric looked at Howard, and Howard looked back at him, looking at each other, and they were all feeling a little emotional.

Howard is obviously aging now. Although his appearance looks very tough, his inner essence has begun to wither. The long-term life of "wave" has caused an irreversible negative impact on his health. His originally plump cheeks were slightly thinner and sunken. His once bright but slightly frivolous gaze became much deeper than before. His forehead was slightly bald and his face turned slightly yellow. He was wearing a black formal outfit. When he didn't speak, he looked more like a stereotyped bureaucrat rather than a talented scientist.

Only when I have been talking and laughing along the way still retains some romantic "color".

This is the magic that time exerts, and time seems so cruel and ruthless to those who cannot resist its power.

The same nineteen years have passed, but it has no effect on Eric. Although the means of traveling through the long river of time are unfamiliar, he has become an essential difference from others. In Howard's eyes, Eric is still the Eric of the past, just like he has walked out of the picture of memories, completely ignoring the changes in the world.

In an instant, Howard felt an irresistible jealousy surged into his heart. His pupils shrank, but he quickly controlled his emotions and returned to his keenness.

At this time, Tabert had already pulled up the CIA officials who were with him and left with the fat man in charge.

Howard glanced at the brigade general and saw that Tabert took the initiative to cooperate and had no intention of being displeased with Eric's teasing, so his evaluation of the influence of his old colleagues was further improved.

When the person who was in the way left, the two of them became silent. Looking back, their "friendship" was actually very ordinary, but they were just acquaintances hiding competitive relationships. It was just that time had accumulated this relationship. Now it is difficult for the parties involved to clarify their views on each other.

"How is Peggy?" Eric asked in a low voice, looking into a faraway place through Howard's body.

"Same as me." Howard replied in the same low voice. "She did not return to England and stayed in the United States to continue to be an agent of the Scientific Strategic Legion..."

He briefly introduced the situation.

Due to the "sex" discrimination, Carter was treated coldly after the war and could only serve tea and water at the Legion headquarters and do some administrative work. However, the coldly accepted "female" agent was destined not to work in the boiling water room all his life: some of his dangerous "small inventions" were stolen and flowed into the black market. The senior leaders of the Legion suspected that he was trying to resell weapons. The unexplained Stark had to find Carter and asked her to help find out the truth about the stolen invention and clear her own innocence.

In this way, after some twists and turns, Carter finally saved Howard. Howard felt deeply that he needed to develop his strength in a special department, so he took the opportunity to re-enter SSL and try every means to become one of the leaders of the Scientific Strategic Legion and play a role with Carter.

"I thought you would run for the election, not spending time in the secret service," Eric said casually, somewhat strange about this.

"That's really easy, but no one can maintain influence for a long time. Politicians have to spend too much time pleasing the public. I don't think I can do it. I hope to be a person who leads the trend, instead of "exposing" every inch of my skin from under my clothes to take photos of reporters." Howard's answer should be said to be very consistent with his 'sex' character.

However, there is also a problem here, that is, the Legion was originally founded at the instruction of President Roosevelt, and it was not completely approved by Congress. In a sense, it was an unconventional organization. It was only because of the wartime situation that it was not particularly contradictory to the division of authority of other institutions. However, after the war, the Soviet Union replaced the Axis powers and became a new confidant, so the situation of SSL became increasingly sinister, and finally was impacted by McCarthyists in 1953.

"Excellent brave soul, great patriot... He almost forced us into a desperate situation! Can you imagine that the briefcase often contained a bottle of whiskey. The politicians who defended the Nazis who massacred their own soldiers confused the Senate and the United States with a lot of facts of different 'genres and numbers that could not stand the verification. During that time, the Legion was panicking. The most important task every day was to write a certificate and swear that he had nothing to do with the Soviet Union, or to testify at a hostile committee... After a few years, the only benefit was that we had the power, but there was nothing to be happy about, because the whole SR was about to end." Howard said indignantly, and it could be seen that he had taken a lot of effort to save the unit.

"You won't sit idly by and watch the crisis come, right?" Eric asked. He probably knew what would happen later.

Sure enough, Howard proved this.

"Yes, we have been trying to get support. Now it's a new era, and we have to reorganize a brand new organization - belonging to the United States - we have already figured out that the new unit is called the Supreme Command of International Intelligence and Law Enforcement. What do you think?"

He asked with great enthusiasm, and Eric's mouth twitched for a moment without answering. The name was the same as the famous abbreviation of the later generations, but it sounded completely different.

"Or what about the Strategic Danger Intervention and Intelligence Logistics Department? I have been thinking about them for a long time. The abbreviations are shields and shields, which are very consistent with our spirit, right?" Speaking of his naming, Howard danced with a 'color'. Only then did he regain some of the inventor's temperament.

"What about Peggy's thoughts?" Eric was not interested in these names and asked directly about the key points.

Howard grinned, suddenly feeling a little stingy.

"…Homeland Strategic Defense Attack and Logistics Support Bureau." He said weakly, and then heard Eric's opinion.

"Just call this name!" Eric said in an indecisive tone.

The "conversation" talk did not go on for a long time. That night, Eric pulled Howard to New York to meet the people he wanted to meet. Although the CIA had some opinions, who would care about them?

No one can stop a time traveler.

It took Eric a moment to arrive four or five hours a day. Under Howard's guidance, he came to the residence of the "female" agent in New York. No one knew what they had done inside. Several days had passed when they came out again. During this period, Howard helped them deal with all the disturbances. He did not come to find him again after receiving the news that Eric left.

"Did you see Peggy?" He asked directly without any nonsense.

Eric nodded, not talking much.

Unlike what others think, meeting at first was not pleasant, and nineteen years have consumed the best time for a ‘female’.

Just like the story of the Thousand and One Nights, King Solomon coaxed the simple demon into the bottle and threw it into the sea. At first, the demon was full of expectations. In the first thousand years, he promised to give wealth to those who saved themselves and make him the richest man in the world, but no one came. So in the second thousand years, he promised to use power, and in the third thousand years, he promised to use spring, but the savior never appeared, so in the fourth thousand years, it completely turned into a devil.

Paige faced this change. No matter how determined and determined the "sex" character, she would not be able to live in good memories forever.

Fortunately, there is someone who can help her, not simply inject vitality, but a complete change.

"You can help her to restore her youth, right?" Howard asked tentatively. Like the past senators, he was also at an age when he needed to care about his life span, and even because of his lifestyle, he felt the threat of weakness more clearly than those elderly people who were good at taking care of themselves.

Eric did not answer, walked straight ahead without even pausing.

Howard could only chase after him like a follower and work hard for his life.

"I know that Paige's physical report is that she looks aging on the outside, but her physical condition is actually improving, like Steve. This is very contradictory, but she can't hide it from me. I even know it more clearly than she herself. How did you do it?"

"Aren't you the ones who invented the serum?" Eric said lightly, and Howard trotted.

"Erskin made a move, and Brandt's men discovered it a long time later, but there were no developers, no correct data, and even Steve was gone. They completely stopped hoping, but I know you have a way, tell me, I can do a lot for you." Howard panted and quickly reached out to hold him.

Now Eric finally turned around and looked into his eyes quietly.

"I believe you can do a lot, but there is nothing that can be compared with your own life. Then the question is: Mr. Stark, what do you want to repay me?"

His attitude was not aggressive, but Howard could feel the pressure inside.

Under this pressure, he suddenly laughed.

"I don't know what you want, as long as you know that you can meet my needs." Howard returned to calmness. "I grew up in the Lower East Side. My father was a fruit merchant. My mother sold 'women's' shirts in a factory. If people like me want to climb the ladder of the upper class, they will inevitably get infected with some bad habits along the way. Some people have a "flower" board on their heads, which depends on your parents' family, your class, your beliefs, and your "gender"... To break the "flower" board these days, you must do some methods beyond the norm. So, what do you need me to do?"

Howard seemed to have no choice but to spread his hands, but his eyes were burning with the light of desire.

Eric raised his eyebrows and patted his shoulder.

Now, he finally had another Allied army.

"Do what you should do and you will get what you want." Eric said softly.

"Where are you?" Howard smiled, his stiff expression completely disappeared, and he turned back to the cunning Stark.

"As for me," Eric smiled faintly. "I'm going to visit a friend in the highest mountain range in the world, and then solve your problems."

He said casually, narrowing his eyes and looking far to the east.r1152--aahhh+26727622-->
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