I'm the Demon King in Marvel

Chapter 88 Rogers's "Root-Seeking" Journey (Part ) (First Order)

The Captain America Museum was crowded with people, and fans were taking photos everywhere, very enthusiastic.

As for the tour guide's explanation, few people listened seriously.

Everyone comes here just to take photos and then post them on social media to get likes and comments from friends, and to satisfy their vanity of being the center of attention.

Who cares what Steve Rogers did over sixty years ago?
If Captain America didn't have a muscular body and handsome looks, his number of fans would probably not even be one-tenth of what it is now.

Under the influence of "entertainment first", the new generation of young Americans don't even have the sense of family and country that they had during World War II.

Steve Rogers is not stupid. At first, he was inevitably a little excited when he saw that Captain America had so many fans who shared the same memories with him. However, after seeing that the young fans were only busy taking pictures everywhere and repeatedly ignoring or even interrupting the tour guide, he finally realized that these fans were not actually interested in his deeds.

The life-to-life wax figure in the museum attracts more fans' interest than the boring texts on the walls. Most of the visitors line up next to the wax figure, waiting to take a photo with Captain America and then show it off to their friends.

Rogers, carrying a luggage bag in his hand, looked out of place among the fans.

The events on the wall were all things he had personally experienced in his memory, and the words had been embellished to the point that he even felt a little embarrassed.

He was not so narcissistic as to run and take a photo with the wax figure.

"Young man, aren't you going to take pictures?" a pale-haired old man asked him curiously.

This young man, who is as muscular as Captain America, has been out of place since he entered the museum, standing out like a crane among chickens.

Rogers thought about it and replied with emotion: "I don't have any friends who need to show off."

The friends in Steve Rogers' memory have long passed away, and David Rogers is even worse off. He has been bullied since he was a child and he doesn't even have his own "Bucky".

The old man looked up, took a closer look at him, and saw the scars and traces of plastic surgery on his face.

"Would you like to know more about the captain's story?"

People tend to become talkative as they get older, especially when they meet young people they like, they want to pass on the life lessons they have accumulated over a lifetime.

"Do you know much about Captain America?" Rogers glanced at the old man's clothes and found that he was not an employee of the museum.

"When I was a kid, I lived in the same community with the captain. I was only eight years old at that time, but the captain, who was in his twenties, was not much taller than me..." The old man was immersed in the meeting, with wrinkles on his face from laughing.

Rogers was silent for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Can you take me to the captain's former home?"

“Okay.” The old man agreed happily, but reminded: “The community is still there, but the old apartments have all been demolished.”

"Speaking of which, the developer should still owe the captain some compensation. I don't know if he has received it yet."

Rogers followed the old man, walking on the familiar yet unfamiliar street.

Coming to the community where Steve Rogers lived, the sense of familiarity brought by the memory became clearer and clearer. This sense of familiarity was even stronger than when he returned to David Rogers' home, because the latter always gave him a feeling of being outside the screen watching the big screen.

Over the past sixty years, Brooklyn has developed rapidly, with a large number of buildings being replaced, but some of the once-trendy high-rise buildings have been preserved, and have become more and more old after years of sedimentation.

Yes, the stench of the alley has permeated the bricks and stones and has become part of history.

"Huh?" Rogers suddenly stopped at the entrance of an alley.

In his memory, this alley was the place where Bucky helped him beat the big guy after he became a sergeant and put on a military uniform. "What's wrong?" The white-haired old man turned around and asked in surprise, "The captain's house is just ahead, aren't you going there?"

Rogers took one last look at the alley with a hint of nostalgia and continued to follow the old man.

At this moment, he finally firmly believed that Steve Rogers was himself, and everything he had experienced in his memory was his past.

Then a new question arises: why did he appear in faraway Sokovia more than 60 years later, and why did he have an extra person's memory in his mind?
"This is the captain's former home, but unfortunately it has been demolished a long time ago." The old man led Rogers to a modern high-rise building.

Rogers took one look at the modern apartment building and had no memory of it. He no longer needed to look for it or verify it.

"Time flies. More than sixty years have passed in the blink of an eye." The old man sighed.

"Okay, I have something else to do at home, so I'll leave first."

After saying that, Laozi left on his own, leaving Rogers alone.

Walking to the entrance of an alley with staggering steps, the white-haired old man suddenly jumped in, leaning against the wall and breathing heavily.

After calming down his breathing, the old man walked away quickly with a happy face.

He came to the back door of a bar, where someone was already waiting.

"Here's your reward." The bald burly man handed him five twenty-dollar bills of varying ages.

The old man happily took it and counted it twice quickly before showing a satisfied smile: "Who is he? Why can he get a hundred dollars just for showing me the way?"

The bald man who was about to turn around and go back to the bar suddenly showed a fierce look, grabbed the old man by the collar, and said viciously: "Old man, you know too much, aren't you afraid of dying too quickly?"

The old man finally reacted and nodded quickly to assure: "I was wrong, I didn't do anything today, I would give the same answer to anyone who asked me!"

"Think about your son and grandson before you speak next time." The bald strong man pushed him away and turned back to the bar to continue having fun.

In fact, the bald strong man didn’t know why someone would pay him a thousand dollars to find someone to lead the way, but he didn’t care anyway.

The more you know about this kind of thing, the faster you die.

Anyone who can come up with a thousand dollars to do such a small thing obviously has no shortage of money, or even power. Most likely, it is to reduce other people's suspicion.

He was just a low-level gangster who didn't want to get involved in the fights among the big guys.

Steve Rogers, who was left behind, was planning to find a place to stay first, but unexpectedly a piece of news suddenly appeared on the glass curtain wall.

"Captain Steve Rogers will visit Brooklyn tomorrow to review the community where he once lived..."

Rogers suddenly stopped and an idea came to his mind, which he could no longer suppress. So he walked into the apartment and asked if there were any vacancies for rent.

Wherever the other Steve Rogers visits tomorrow, this is the place he'll visit, unless that guy doesn't even know where his own home is.

Rogers intends to contact the other party in person. No matter why he has become like this, a Captain America who suddenly appeared and was accepted by the entire country of America cannot be a simple counterfeit who knows nothing.

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(End of this chapter)