Chapter 272 (1/2)

”Now you can rest assured that the doctor lives in seclusion in a place that will never be found. Every day, he feeds horses, cuts firewood, cares about food and vegetables, faces the mountains, and blooms in spring. This is the destination he wants.”

It's also what I want to give him... Su Ming added in his heart.

Although it's hard to accept, Peggy and Nick still nodded. After all, the world is in a mess, and the super warrior plan is better to fade out of everyone's sight.

However, Nick subconsciously analyzed that the death knell just said to feed the horses and face the mountains. Did he hide the doctor in the depths of the Rockies...

but he soon stopped worrying about this issue.

”We've learned that when Steve regains his ability to move, we'll leave France and let the operation fail.” Nick was also a decisive man, and he immediately made a decision: ”it's just that as the team's current leader, Peggy may be punished.”

The original leader is dead, but the black pot of mission failure still needs to be carried by someone.

Peggy smiles. She looks at Steve in a coma on the stretcher and touches her face. The sewage sludge makes her look like a cat with a striped face.

”It doesn't matter. What else can they do with a woman? At the most, it's just asking me to answer the phone and serve tea and water. I happen to be with Lorraine. In their opinion, isn't that what women do? ”

Su Ming sighs and pats Nick's bald head. Nick can't resist his speed and strength, so he can only look at him with grief and anger.

”You two agents are really out of their heads. Don't you know Steve? He will shoulder all the responsibility, because he is the captain of the United States... ”

the two people were stunned for a moment, but they knew that the death knell was right, because that was what they knew about Steve Rogers.

Under the guidance of the guerrillas, a group of people in different costumes marched underground for a long time, and finally arrived at the guerrilla headquarters located underground in the center of Paris.

This is a relatively large burial hall. There are not only the remains of countless ancestors, but also many chairs for worshippers to rest.

The original monks were very attentive, and the color of these chairs was as white as the bones.

In addition, it is the people who move in it. They all look like dead people. They are thin and pale.

If it wasn't for the flaming fighting spirit and light in their eyes, they would be hard to tell if they were lying in the white bones.

Here, they only have limited food and supplies, no medical equipment, no communication equipment. For the sake of safety, they don't even have a radio station. They rely on human resources to transmit messages.

They were very wary of strangers, but soon relaxed with Su Ming's fluent French communication. After a few minutes, people who knew what had happened from the guerrillas before also sang Marseilles with Su Ming.

Su Ming takes out his own compressed biscuits from his backpack. Although there are only a few of them, they contain sugar and grease. Let's make these poor people happy.

A small portion of each person is expected to taste it.

Then he asked the doctor to treat these people, at least to deal with the infection of the seriously wounded. If the amputation is needed, the injection should be given.

The doctor did not bring too many medical supplies this time, and it was only enough to treat the seriously wounded.

”The death knell, my bandages, stitches, anti-inflammatory drugs are all used up, and there is no alcohol. They are not super soldiers like the captain of the United States. If they go on like this, they will be infected.”

Su Ming looks at Holloway. Under his mask, he only has the idea of saving lives. He is a superhero and a doctor.

”You want to save them?”

”I can't say it can be cured, but at least...”