I'm the Demon King in Marvel

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.

As he remembered, this alley was the place where Bucky helped him fight off the big guy after he became a sergeant and put on the 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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Chapter 89 The fight has begun, the fight has begun! (Please order first)

The next day arrived quickly, and Captain America Steve Rogers, who had been sleeping for more than sixty years, returned to his birthplace, Brooklyn.

The fake captain was accompanied by a military liaison officer and a SHIELD agent, both of whom were young and beautiful women.

Apart from this, there were no other official accompanying him.

After all, although Captain America is very famous, he is just a veteran after all. In the days after he woke up, people who are qualified to take advantage of the popularity, from congressmen to businessmen, have already reaped this wave of traffic. Steve Rogers is only a tool for them.

Even if the super soldier serum can be replicated, most of these bigwigs would not bother to do it. They would like to have super subordinates, but they don't want to endure the pain of being injected with the serum.

The existing data does not show that this thing can prolong life.

This made the fake captain feel a lot more relaxed, as he didn't like dealing with politicians and businessmen.

Lin Hao did not sign a devil's contract with the fake captain. After completing the memory infusion, he handed it over to Pierce's clone, and then it was sealed in the iceberg.

Since the bloodline factor cloning technology can perfectly reproduce the target's physical fitness, the fake captain also acquired the physical fitness of Steve Rogers after being injected with serum.

In addition, the clones are not exposed to worldly affairs, so their minds are pure, like unpolished jade, and they do not experience any adverse reactions caused by the serum.

It can be said that this fake captain is no different from the real captain except that he is not very clear about Steve Rogers' unknown childhood.

Well... there is still one obvious difference.

The fake captain didn't make the cut, but the real captain did.

However, Lin Hao only guaranteed that the physical properties were the same, and he could not be sure whether the "50-50 attribute" imposed on Captain America by the world consciousness would be effective on the fake captain.

So he wanted to let the real and fake captains have a collision.

"Captain Rogers, how do you feel about returning to Brooklyn?" the accompanying reporter asked as a routine question.

Although Captain America's return has been a hot topic recently, it has failed to make headlines as time goes by. It is only Steve Rogers' figure and handsome face that maintain the popularity.

"It's changing so fast!" the fake captain said with emotion, "I can't recognize many places."

"This is because America is developing rapidly." The reporter turned his head to look at the camera and made an official statement at the right time.

"The home in front is where the captain used to live. Unfortunately, a new apartment building has been built now." The agent sent by S.H.I.E.L.D. was replaced by Peggy Carter's niece, Sharon Carter.

Perhaps because she had been listening to her aunt telling stories about Captain America since she was a child, the little girl developed a crush on him and took the initiative to apply to her superiors to be Captain America's liaison officer.

The fake captain walked over silently, looking at the strange apartment with confusion and sadness in his eyes.

Since Lin Hao did not bring any ulterior motives into the production process, the fake captain regarded the memories in his mind as real, and the cloned him had no other memories, so no conflict would arise.

The fake captain has completely transformed himself into Steve Rogers, and no lie detector can detect any problem.

Bucky is probably the only person who can tell the truth from the false, but Americans will not believe the testimony of a Hydra agent.

The real captain, who was standing openly on the side of the road, carefully observed the fake captain's reaction, but could not see any flaws at all.

The expressions on other people's faces after seeing the old house being replaced were more like those of the real Captain America than his. At least he wasn't sad or reminiscing yesterday. He was just busy wondering why he had become like this.

After watching for a while, the real captain suddenly walked towards the fake captain.

Seeing an equally muscular, tall, blond man approaching, Sharon Carter stepped forward out of her agent instinct and stood in front of her idol.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Captain Zhen smiled and replied, "I want to shake hands with Captain Rogers."

He wanted to personally weigh the guy in front of him. Although his reason told him that he could not be just a show-off since he could be recognized by America, a man's desire to win was sometimes unreasonable.

The fake captain took a look at the real captain and saw that this man was almost the same height and build as himself, except that he had scars on his face and obvious signs of plastic surgery.

Without thinking too much, he walked around Sharon Carter with a smile and extended his hand to the real captain.

The real captain held the fake captain's hand and suddenly exerted force.

The fake captain frowned slightly, a little surprised, but not shocked.

He met too many people in the days after he woke up. Some enthusiastic women even dared to touch his pectoral muscles and grab his American buttocks in front of their husband.

There are also men who try to wrestle with him, perhaps wanting to prove their own strength, or wanting to become famous by defeating him.

When encountering such a man, the fake captain would usually punish him slightly.

However, this time, he miscalculated.

The man opposite didn't mind his increased strength at all, and instead fought back with even greater force.

A few seconds later, the veins on the two clasped hands were exposed, and the air was suddenly filled with the smell of fireworks.

The reporter who was most sensitive to the atmosphere quickly directed his colleagues carrying cameras to move the lens closer. Sharon Carter, who had been paying attention to her idol, also noticed something unusual.

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"Sharon, don't mind it, this is just a friendly sparring."

The fake captain became angry and also aroused his fighting spirit. He has never encountered an opponent of equal strength since his debut.