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Chapter Ten: Who Are You?

The doctor was silent for a moment before shaking his head and saying with a hint of humor, "He doesn't count. I've never seen a good soldier who drinks and fights in the barracks and even harasses the instructor..."

These were minor issues. What truly concerned him was the way the individual disregarded human life.

It was evident from daily interactions that Thor was not fond of hiding his emotions. Just like when he threw Peggy aside—he appeared innocent, but it was obvious to anyone that he was doing it deliberately.

Yet, during actual combat exercises, Thor often performed deadly attacks with a calm demeanor, as effortlessly as one might eat or sleep.

He could kill as easily as one might swat a fly. This was the kind of person he was...

Certainly, he was primarily used against captives from the European and Pacific theaters.

Surface prohibitions did not necessarily mean they were absent privately, especially in this army, which was initially special and had various aspects given a green light.

Don't be fooled by the seemingly bright exterior of the nation; many dark aspects are simply not discussed.

Indeed, many had noticed this, though few took it seriously.

Colonel Phillips even remarked that this was a natural fighter's trait, noting that many outstanding soldiers shared such qualities...

He himself was like that.

But Dr. Abraham clearly disagreed.

Even when facing fanatics daily in Red Skull's camp, few could exhibit such a disposition.

For a veteran like Phillips, who had experienced countless bloody battles in World War I, being indifferent to life and death was not surprising.

But for a recruit who had never seen the battlefield, this was worth contemplating.

Unless, he's not really a recruit...

Certainly, another type of person could display this trait, such as a well-trained agent like Peggy Carter...

…

Early the next morning, Steve was taken out of the barracks and into an experimental base.

When he emerged again, he would be Captain America.

The person escorting him to the base was not Peggy Carter but another agent.

Peggy Carter had other pressing matters to attend to.

Training in the barracks continued despite Steve's absence. As members of the Reserve Super Soldier Program, everyone participated in the training in an organized manner.

Except for Thor, who was held back by Peggy Carter.

"Want to talk?"

"No talking."

"How about finding a place for coffee?"

"Good idea."

Thus, a man's honor had always been superficial.

…

Currently, there was no one else around since it was daytime in a small, upscale café on the streets of New York.

It was also possible that Peggy Carter had used her influence to clear the area.

"Uh, what's up with Miss Carter?"

Thor felt a bit uneasy. He didn't believe it was just a casual meeting. He noticed the position of her right hand, ready to draw a gun at any moment.

In the past six months, although they hadn't interacted much, their relationship had improved considerably and was no longer as strained as before.

Staring at Peggy with cold, serious eyes made Thor feel uncomfortable.

"System, what's going on?"

Thor asked quietly in his mind.

A resigned voice from the system responded, "Can you stop treating me like an encyclopedia and actually think I know everything?"

She felt like the most inept system ever, having to deal with a host who, rather than respecting the system, used her as a military advisor.

"Okay, then what's your purpose?"

"I am the system, not your military strategist! My role is to make you stronger, more handsome, and smarter!"

"But I'm already strong, handsome, and smart."

"Ugh..."

Thor shrugged and ignored her, focusing instead on Peggy Carter, who seemed like a completely different person. He slowly spread his hands to show his willingness to cooperate.

Peggy Carter did not ease her vigilance. She fixed her gaze on Thor, took a deep breath, and finally spoke.

"Who are you?"