When Rogers finished his breakfast, Garfield deliberately patted his paws, and all the dishes and tableware on the table, including food residue, disappeared in an instant, and these things were transferred to the kitchen by Garfield.

The move Garfield showed surprised Rogers, and he also gained more confidence in Garfield.

"We can talk about your first test after breakfast."

As he spoke, Garfield flew up and flew to Rogers.

Opened a portal in front of Rogers, and Garfield said, "Come in with me!"

After saying that, Garfield flew into the portal first.

Following Garfield, Rogers walked into the portal without hesitation.

"Is this?" Rogers frowned slightly after walking out of the portal and looking at the chaos around him, full of garbage, graffiti, and tents.

"This is a slum!" Garfield flew in the air, using magic to hide his existence, and said with a voice.

"Slum?" Rogers, who was born in a poor family, naturally knew what kind of place it was.

"What am I going to do?" Rogers asked.

"Maybe you can talk to these people!" Garfield said without answering Rogers' question directly, but guided.

This slum was specially selected by Garfield. The homeless people here mainly constituted a group of veterans. The oldest homeless people here even participated in World War II.

Garfield proposed three tests to Rogers, not just for fun. He was preparing to pass three tests to let Rogers recognize the true faces of certain people and certain institutional forces.

As long as Rogers loses his favorable impression of the organization that has made great contributions to him, it will be easier for him to pull Rogers into his own hands.

Hearing Garfield's instructions, Rogers walked towards the street, a clean corner, lying on a sloppy, very thin, disabled middle-aged vagabond.

"Hello, is there anything I can help you?" Rogers asked kindly with a smile on his face.

The drooping head raised, revealing a face full of vicissitudes. The tramp's eyes did not have a trace of light. After glanced at Rogers in a spiritless manner, his head lowered again.

Seeing that the homeless man ignored him, Rogers squatted down and asked again: "Maybe I can help you, can you tell me what difficulties you have?"

Silence. After a long silence, a cold voice came from the cover of the messy long hair: "Get out!"

After receiving such a response, Rogers was not angry. He just didn't know how to communicate with the homeless man.

"Damn shit, don't bring your useless kindness, come here to be a saint, get out of here quickly!"

This sentence was not said by the homeless man in front of Rogers, but sounded from behind Rogers.

He turned his head and looked behind him. It was an old man with white hair, and he was pushing a rusty cart in his hand. On the cart was a huge woven bag. From the opening of the bag, it was full of plastic bottles.

He stood up again and Rogers walked to the cart, "Sir, I just want to communicate with you."

"Hahaha!" The old man laughed sarcastically, then took out a cigarette from his jacket pocket, lit it and took a deep breath.

"Ahem!" After a few coughs, the old man looked at Rogers and spoke again, "Don't bother John anymore. Although he is still alive, he is dead."

Hearing the old man's words, Rogers looked at John, a homeless man squatting and leaning against the corner of the wall again.

"Can I talk to you?" Rogers said in a plea to the old man.

After smiling again, the old man stretched out his right hand to Rogers and took a pose of counting money.

Although it was an old antique that had been sleeping for a long time, Rogers recognized the action, took out the wallet prepared by the agents from his pocket, took out some change from it, and handed it to the old man.

"What a stingy!" After taking the change, counting, he found that there were only a dozen dollars. The old man complained loudly.

Seeing this, Rogers took out a hundred-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it to the old man.

Seeing this bill, the old man smiled a little more. He pushed the cart again and said to Rogers: "Come with me!"

Seeing this, Rogers hurried forward, not disliked the old man and the mess of the cart, so he took the initiative to come forward to help.

Rogers's actions changed the old man's impression of him a little, "It seems that you are a little different from those disgusting bitches before."

Rogers, who was not aware of the situation, did not speak, but just pushed the cart with a touch.

Under the guidance of the old man, he came to a lane and parked the cart. The old man sat on a wooden box and signaled Rogers to sit down, and then took out a cigarette again.

He handed Rogers one, but after being rejected, the old man didn't say anything, lit it for himself, took a deep breath, and started coughing again.

"Tell me, what do you want to hear?" After coughing, the old man asked.

"You guys" looked at the old man, Rogers was a little curious and concerned, "Didn't the government help you?"

"Hahaha!" Hearing Rogers' words, the old man burst into laughter, and even burst into tears.

Looking at the laughing old man, Rogers thought that when he just woke up, Nick and the agents told him that after the war was won, technology was developed and everyone lived a happy life.

This is really a ironic scene!

"Do you know where I am from?" After laughing, the old man touched the corner of his eyes and asked back.

Rogers shook his head.

"I used to be a soldier, a major, participated in World War II and received the Bronze Star Medal!" As he spoke, the old man's eyes became deeper, "I gave everything for this country, and then came here and became a homeless man!"

Looking at the old man in disbelief, Rogers could not believe that a hero who had participated in World War II had fallen to such an end.

"It's not just me, most of the homeless people on this street have had service experience." The old man saw Rogers' shock, with a sarcastic smile on his face, "Now they have become homeless people like me."

"Why?" Rogers asked in confusion.

"After the end of World War II, I returned to my hometown. My wife had already followed others. That Bichi sold all her property before she escaped.

So on the day of retirement, I had nothing, but it was nothing. I had experienced so many difficulties on the battlefield, and I felt that I could start my life again.

But when I retired and went to the government to receive my subsidy, they told me to wait, wait a little longer, the country is now in a difficult situation, let us understand.

So I went back, working while waiting for my subsidy. I waited for three years, and there was no news in three years. I couldn't wait anymore. I found the government again. This time they told me that there was no more and the subsidy they promised was gone. "At this point, the old man laughed again, with only sadness in his smile, "I gave everything for this country, and then I got nothing, I had nothing."

"How can they do this?" Rogers' face showed anger. As a soldier, he was very angry at the government's behavior.
Chapter completed!