In the conference room of the Congressional Special Committee, the atmosphere was completely different from the last "spoils-sharing" meeting.
"The beast is out of its cage and urgently needs a tamer to calm it down. Return immediately."
Colonel Phillips's top-secret encrypted telegram was tossed onto the expensive mahogany conference table just like that.
Soldier Boy.
This name was a Sword of Damocles, hanging over everyone's heads.
They could deal with politicians.
They could manipulate public opinion.
They could carve up the benefits brought by Captain America like hyenas.
But they could not handle a monster that could crush a tank like a soda can.
"A lunatic! This is a complete and total lunatic!"
A Treasury official subconsciously touched his fat neck, his voice trembling.
"We must send someone to calm him down!"
"Who goes? You?"
An Army general shot a cold glance at the official who had just been clamoring.
"I remind you, even Phillips cannot keep the situation under control; in his eyes, anyone we send would not even be worth a fart."
"I do not want my head to be hit like a baseball all the way to the English Channel."
The conference room turned into a wet market.
Except this time, they were not arguing about who could get a bigger piece of the cake, but who could dodge this deadly hot potato.
Everyone was shifting blame, everyone was accusing the other.
This enraged beast was the country's ultimate weapon, but also its most terrifying liability.
Lynn sat quietly the whole time.
He watched this group of power-hungry animals, who had been so arrogant just moments ago, like a flock of sheep surrounded by wolves.
Aside from bleating, they were helpless.
Until the arguing in the conference room gradually subsided, and everyone turned their gazes to him once again.
The young man who had created the miracle of Captain America.
The only person who could talk to Soldier Boy.
"Mr. Morris."
A senior congressman cleared his throat.
"Soldier Boy was discovered by you; you should have a way."
"A way?"
Lynn looked a bit puzzled.
"Gentlemen, he is not a machine that stops when you press a button. He is a... god with his own will and terrifying power."
He looked around at everyone, and everyone he swept his gaze over felt a chill down their spine.
"If you send a general now, he will only see it as a provocation from the rear bureaucrats. If you send a politician, he will only tear them to pieces."
"For this matter, we need someone with enough... weight, and someone he trusts."
Everyone knew it perfectly well.
The only candidate was sitting right in front of them.
"I will go."
Lynn stood up, his tone carrying a heavy sense of "sharing the country's burdens."
The committee members were relieved, joy appearing on their faces.
"However!"
"In Europe, I will not be representing the Strategic Scientific Reserve."
His gaze was sharp.
"I need an identity, an identity that allows me to act with full authority in Europe. I need to mobilize any resources I require, whether it is from the Military or intelligence agencies, without any interference."
"What I want is full authority representing the entire Congressional Special Committee!"
This request would usually be considered wishful thinking.
But now, facing that beast about to spiral completely out of control, these politicians had no other choice.
"Agreed!"
The lead congressman made a prompt decision, hammering the final word.
"The committee will grant you the status of 'Plenipotentiary Representative.' All your actions in Europe will represent the will of Washington!"
They were anxious to throw this hot potato away.
The moment he turned to leave the conference room, Lynn could no longer suppress the curve of his mouth.
Plenipotentiary Representative?
No, this was an unlimited credit card to the entire European treasury that the committee had handed him personally.
Calming down Soldier Boy?
That was just the opening act for this European tour.
His true goal was to insert the company's straw into the land of Europe, which had been plowed incredibly fertile by the war.
First stop, London.
The Strategic Scientific Reserve European Headquarters, a heavily guarded underground bunker.
Lynn met Peggy Carter here in the capacity of a Congressional Special Envoy.
She was wearing a capable Military uniform, looking heroic and spirited.
The scrutinizing look in those beautiful eyes was well hidden.
"Lynn, welcome to Europe."
Peggy Carter's voice was polite, but distant.
"Agent Carter."
Lynn returned the smile.
In the conference room, all the core members of the Strategic Scientific Reserve in Europe were seated.
Lynn did not waste a single word.
He turned on the projector he brought, and detailed data charts were projected onto the screen.
"This is the sales curve of Pennsylvania war bonds after the Philadelphia performance; the growth rate is 1,200 percent."
"This is Detroit, this is Chicago... after the national tour began, the total sales of war bonds in the rear have already exceeded the sum of the past year."
"This report is from the 3rd Infantry Division on the front lines. The report points out that Captain America's radio plays and newspapers have boosted the soldiers' morale by at least 30 percent, and the desertion rate has dropped to a historical low."
Numbers and irrefutable facts were the best weapons.
Lynn used a perfect presentation to package all his "unorthodox" actions into the most glorious achievements.
What circus?
This was injecting the most powerful fuel into the War Machine!
The officers who had originally held doubts gradually changed their expressions.
Peggy Carter watched quietly, saying nothing, but her brow smoothed out a little.
The appetizer had been served; now it was time for the main course.
He turned off the projector, and the conference room brightened up again.
He took a letter out of his briefcase.
A handwritten letter from Steve Rogers.
He did not hand it directly to Peggy Carter, but held the letter in his hand, his face showing sorrow and helplessness.
"Peggy Carter, I understand your concerns."
"You, me, and Steve Rogers, we are all inheritors of Dr. Erskine's legacy. We all want to fulfill his last wish, it is just... we chose different paths."
"You chose to wield the sword on the front lines, while I chose to forge the strongest shield for him in the rear."
He handed the letter to Peggy Carter, his tone pleading.
"This is what Steve Rogers wrote to you. He is not as fragile as you think, Peggy Carter. He knows his mission better than any of us."
Peggy Carter took the letter.
Familiar handwriting, words so sincere they were almost clumsy.
In the letter, Steve Rogers described the families he saw who had regained hope because of "Captain America."
He described how Lynn had guided him like an older brother to understand the true meaning of Dr. Erskine's "a good man."
Between the lines, there was not the slightest bit of coercion or pretense.
It was full of heartfelt firmness and pride.
"...I am not performing, Peggy Carter. Every time I lift the shield, I feel the Dr. is right by my side. I am becoming the person he hoped I would become..."
Peggy Carter's hands trembled slightly.
She looked up at the young man in front of her, who looked so sincere, with a hint of grievance in his eyes.
So... was I wrong?
Was I using a soldier's narrow-mindedness to speculate on a great cause?
Did I underestimate Steve Rogers's awareness?
And misunderstand Lynn's good intentions?
At that moment, the scrutiny and suspicion in her eyes were finally replaced by a touch of guilt.
"I'm sorry, Lynn."
Peggy Carter's voice was full of apology.
"It was me... I was too presumptuous."
Lynn shook his head, a relieved, bitter smile appearing on his face.
"It's okay, we are all doing this for victory."
Seeing the guilt in Peggy Carter's eyes, Lynn knew that this most solid fortress had been breached from the inside.
Peggy Carter folded the letter neatly, regaining the calmness and professionalism of an ace Agent.
"I read Colonel Phillips's telegram."
She looked up, staring at Lynn with burning eyes.
"The Soldier Boy problem is tricky; you need a local guide familiar with all of Europe's intelligence networks and secret channels."
She paused, then said decisively:
"I will help you."
Plan successful!
Not only had he dispelled the female Agent's doubts, but he had also turned her into a piece on his own chessboard.
The upcoming trip to Europe had truly begun.
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