Marvel’s Disassembler

In just a few words, the situation was explained, and Howard was even more thrilled than Dr. Erskine!

"A spy? Alive?"

He immediately stood up, his face filled with excitement.

Arthur looked at Howard in confusion. Did this guy awaken some kind of unspoken… interest at the mention of the word 'spy'?

Dr. Erskine nodded, saying, "Yes, but currently, there are only two of us. The location where the spy is being held is not secure. We must transfer him as soon as possible!"

"No problem!"

Howard rolled up his sleeves, "I'll go myself!"

Dr. Erskine was puzzled. What kind of madness was this? He came to talk, and now Howard was running off. What was going on?

Quickly grabbing Howard, Dr. Erskine said, "Calm down. We haven't discussed our matters yet."

"Doctor!"

Howard earnestly said, "The spy matter is crucial. Once we can get this guy to talk, it holds extraordinary significance for us! So, let me go! If I don't personally keep an eye on this matter, I won't feel at ease."

Dr. Erskine was helpless and turned his gaze to Arthur.

Arthur blinked, and seeing Dr. Erskine looking at him desperately, like an orphan without a mother, he could only say, "Does Mr. Howard trust me?"

"Of course, you caught him!" Howard replied without hesitation.

Arthur smiled, "In that case, please tell me a suitable location and provide me with two trustworthy individuals. I'll handle the transfer. You and Dr. Erskine can discuss your matters. When I return, I'll take you there, alright?"

Howard hesitated for a moment, then nodded solemnly, "Just don't lose him!"

Arthur was speechless. He couldn't shake the feeling that this spy was like some kind of toy for Howard.

"Also, don't get him killed!"

Howard, still very concerned, added.

"… If everything goes as planned," Arthur said.

"It better not go off plan!"

Howard quickly added.

"Actually, Mr. Howard, if I handle this and something goes wrong, you going… might put your life in danger," Arthur said helplessly, speaking bluntly.

Howard was stunned for a moment, then nodded, "You're right."

…

In fact, the entire operation went very smoothly. Morrison was unharmed in the trash can, and there were no obstacles during the transfer process.

The location Howard provided was not far from the exhibition hall, yet it was very discreet.

Until Arthur brought Dr. Erskine and Howard to this location, there were no unsettling incidents.

When he saw Morrison still securely tied to the chair, Arthur realized that his nerves had been a bit tense.

Honestly, movies exaggerated the capabilities of Hydra too much.

Of course, these guys were indeed formidable but not to the extent of omnipotence. The main point was that Morrison had only been missing for less than an hour, and even if Hydra had incredible resources, they couldn't react in such a short time.

The conversation between Dr. Erskine and Howard apparently had a positive outcome, as the silent exchange of glances between Howard and the doctor hinted at some kind of unspoken agreement.

It could be seen that the Super Soldier Plan hadn't encountered any unpredictable twists due to Arthur's sudden appearance. This was good news for Arthur.

What was the greatest advantage of a 'crossed over' individual? Certainly, it was the 'golden finger'…

Leaving that aside for now, one of the significant benefits of being 'crossed over' into a familiar movie world was the knowledge of the plot. Having just watched "Avengers: Infinity War," the memories were fresh in Arthur's mind, especially after the enhancement by the Battle Soul.

Although the movie "Captain America: The First Avenger" was released quite some time ago, recalling it at this moment revealed that not much had been forgotten by him. Almost everything was vividly present in his mind. This was the greatest advantage Arthur could grasp.

Of course, what he could do with this advantage wasn't clear to Arthur yet.

However, reminiscing about the execution of the Super Soldier Plan, he remembered a spy who suddenly erupted into a small chamber. Despite being heavily surrounded, the spy ran into the streets, causing chaos before committing suicide, spewing mouthfuls of effervescent tablets.

With his foresight ability, Arthur was confident that he could identify this spy in advance and, at the very least, save Dr. Erskine's life.

While Arthur was lost in thought, Howard had already approached the spy. The spy had regained consciousness, glaring fiercely at everyone.

Howard reached out, removing the dirty cloth from the spy's mouth.

Morrison: "#$%...%##"

"What language is this? Why can't I understand him?" Howard exclaimed in surprise. "I'm proficient in at least six languages, yet I can't discern what he's saying."

Arthur awkwardly scratched his face.

Upon closer inspection, Howard was even more astonished. "Where are his teeth?"

"Knocked out," Arthur answered casually.

"How… communication might be a bit challenging," Howard said, looking troubled.

"We can write," Arthur replied. Having watched numerous movies, TV shows, and novels, this kind of thing didn't pose a challenge for him.

"Yes!"

Howard nodded earnestly, instructing someone to fetch pen and paper.

While they were at it, he said to Arthur, "We've already contacted Colonel Phillips. When he heard that you caught a spy, he was very pleased. He thinks it's necessary for you to lose all military ranks completely, settle down at home, find a woman, start a family, and get married and have children! Honestly, with 3.5 million women in New York, most of whom are without men, this is a great opportunity to find a woman, and, um, some of them have big butts!"

Arthur's mouth twitched. Were all the people around him bigmouths? And what was with this guy's expression, looking all delighted as if he were up to some mischief?

Morrison, seizing the opportunity, said, "@#$%&%@#"

No one paid him any attention.

Dr. Erskine reassured Arthur, "Don't worry; they won't let you leave easily. Even Colonel Phillips' opinion won't have any effect. In fact, this incident further proves your value! Despite losing all your teeth and a bit of blood…"

Arthur didn't expect much. If it weren't for the merits he gained during that life-or-death battle when he first arrived in this world, Phillips would probably have kicked him out of the military a long time ago.

Now, things might become more troublesome, but Arthur wasn't worried. He had a path to choose from. If worst came to worst, he could return to the research institute in the rear, wait until World War II ended, and then re-emerge.

The pen and paper were brought over. Howard, full of excitement, took the paper and approached the spy. "I'm about to begin the interrogation… um, can someone tell me what the first step should be?"