"At the very beginning, I was a little confused. Why was it such a coincidence that T'Challa was attacked just when I was on the phone with him? Unless someone wanted to lure us there." Stark said in a low voice.
.
"What's even more coincidental is that we arrived just at the moment he took action, and then heard him shout the words 'Hydra'. No matter how stupid the Hydra people are, they are a spy organization after all, and there is no spy."
After the organization sends out killers to kill people, they still have to let witnesses know who did it."
Steve also frowned deeply and said: "It does seem a bit strange, but it may be a coincidence. What puzzles me even more is that the difficulty of our dealing with Hydra has suddenly increased. This matter is even more confusing.
suspicious."
"They are forcing us to join together, because if we get together often, he can better stir up emotions between us, and then turn us against each other, and finally start a war."
Having said this, several humans felt chills on their backs. Steve slowly closed his eyes. He exhaled and leaned on the back of the chair, as if he had lost all his strength. He said: "...you guys
Do you know how that world war started?"
Everyone was silent. Obviously, this was not a question. Anyone could think of it. Even if it was written in the textbook, it looked like a conspiracy.
"There is still room for war between ordinary people, but there is no room for war between us. Once a war breaks out, not only New York, but also the country, the continent and even the earth may be extremely seriously damaged." Steve showed a sad expression,
Apparently he had thought of something.
"Hive...Hydra..." Stark closed his eyes slightly, but the exposed part contained a sharp light. On his tired face, the light in his eyes was even brighter.
Suddenly, Steve stood up. He looked down at his scarred, dusty uniform, and his shield that was no longer shiny due to wear and tear from a battle. He stepped towards the man who was still lying on the ground.
Stark.
Stark's armor is no longer as smooth as new. The originally shiny metal has been scratched with various marks, and some parts are still smoking. There is also a bloodstain on one side of his temples, which seems to be from when he fell.
Bruised.
At this time, the two of them looked at each other quietly, both feeling ridiculous at the other's disgraced appearance.
Steve wiped his face, looked at his arms again, and said, "If this is the consequence of the two of us fighting..."
He took a deep breath, shook his head, and continued: "I am very glad that this happened in this state. Both of us are still alive, with no missing arms or legs, no excessive bleeding, and no inability to stand up.
…”
Steve leaned down, as if trying to pull Stark up, but Stark turned over, using a somewhat embarrassed posture to avoid Steve's shadow, and then slowly got up from the ground, staggering
After a few moments, I stood opposite him.
When the two of them faced each other, they both saw the same belief and fire in each other's eyes. Stark still raised his head high, lowered his eyes, and looked at Steve with the lower part of his eyes. He said: "
I feel like I won, but it doesn’t make me proud at all.”
"We almost reduced a planet to rubble. If I wake up from my dream now and see an earth like this..." Stark trembled a little while ventilating, and his voice dropped sharply: "I don't even know. How should we avenge it, because we are the ones who did it?"
"I tried my best to prevent this from happening." Steve pursed his lips and said, "There are many people like me who not only tried their best, but also gave their lives, just to prevent this from happening." things happen,"
"If they really plan to do this..." Stark raised his voice: "Then I will tell them through actions that they have found the wrong person."
Steve looked into his eyes and remained silent. Then, Stark raised his smoking arm, paused in mid-air, and hit Steve on the shoulder.
Both exhausted men collapsed.
The sound of them falling to the ground was a bit dull, like the sudden sound of thunder in the endless night and heavy rain.
In addition to the thunder, there is also a light full of hope, just like the dawn.
The picture on the projection screen was frozen at this moment. In Schiller's palace of thought, Schiller, wearing a long black trench coat, slowly said: "Perhaps, this is the difference between your world and Gotham. There is night here, there is On rainy nights, there are also lightnings that pierce the sky and bring light."
"I often feel that Iron Man and Batman are somewhat similar." Schiller, who was wearing a white coat, said, but then he shook his head and said: "But Batman doesn't have Captain America, or even if he does, he will never. Just punch him like Stark did."
"I've finished talking about the plan with that madman, is it your turn now?" Schiller in the black trench coat turned his head and looked at himself next to him. Schiller in the white coat looked at the ceiling and said, "What are you talking about? I Can't understand."
"We are one person, are you still going to deceive yourself? Or let me make it more clear, how was T'Challa attacked?"
"Of course it's Hydra's conspiracy." Schiller in white clothes said with a smile. He paused and then added: "Of course, I provided a little help, really only a little."
"Why do you want to deal with Hydra? Don't tell me that you are a good man with a righteous heart and want to help the Avengers deal with their biggest enemy."
"Of course not. Do you remember the first time I went to SHIELD for psychological counseling?"
"Remember, all the agents are avoiding you, but this is normal. Is it because of this that you hold a grudge against them?"
"No, they don't come for psychological counseling. I'm happy to be free, but have you forgotten? They broke the smoke alarm in my office, causing me to almost get caught in the rain. At that time, I didn't have an umbrella."
The projection screen lit up again. In the office of Arkham Sanitarium, Schiller was playing with a small device. There was an instruction manual and a mess of parts in his hand.
While he was clumsily dismantling the smoke alarm device, he whispered to himself: "It seems that someone has installed other infrared sensing devices here, allowing them to control the smoke alarms in every room at any time.
…”
As he spoke, he violently removed one of the parts and looked at it in his hand, but saw nothing. Then he threw it on the table, and the smoke alarm in his hand was completely
Fallen apart.
Schiller turned around and took out another box of smoke alarms of the same model from under his desk, and then threw the one he had broken into the trash can. There were already seven or eight smoke alarm remains inside, and left.
Not very peaceful.
After destroying all the smoke alarms in the box of the same model, Schiller finally came to a conclusion that couldn't be simpler - someone in S.H.I.E.L.D. could indeed control the smoke alarms in each room.
The incident where the alarm suddenly went off and water was sprinkled was either an accident or someone was causing trouble behind the scenes.
In the next two days, Schiller frequently shuttled back and forth among SHIELD, sometimes chatting and smoking with Natasha, sometimes eating in the cafeteria with Coulson, and sometimes chatting about economics with Nick in his office.
Questions about studying...
And one evening, Schiller returned to the sanatorium, and then wrote a name in a medical record - "Grant Ward".
A few days later, a series of names appeared on the medical record. An arrow was drawn next to Grant Ward's name, pointing to John Garrett, and next to the name John Garrett, another arrow was drawn.
An arrow pointed to Alexander Pierce.
"I have nothing against Pierce. He can be Hydra if he wants to, but who asked him to get an extra set of smoke alarms in order to strengthen his control before leaving S.H.I.E.L.D.
The remote control system controls the alarm? He also left this system to Garrett and a remote control to Ward..."
Schiller, who was in a white coat on the chair, shrugged and said: "I know I'm not welcome, but that's not the reason why they planned to soak me. I didn't even have an umbrella at that time... I still remember what you said.
If so?"
Schiller, who was dressed in black, turned to look at him, and the two of them showed a sympathetic smile. He said: "When I don't have an umbrella, no one can think of rain."
Schiller, in a white coat, leaned back on his chair and looked forward. His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.
"Working at SHIELD gave me the opportunity to get in touch with Pierce. One day, I visited him and wanted to discuss a business deal with him, which was related to vibranium."
"At that time, he didn't know that the new material molten steel was about to be born. No one knew the news except us. After I revealed the news to him, he immediately realized the business opportunities, because molten steel would replace
Vibranium.”
"This means that if the Wakandans know the news, the price of vibranium will definitely plummet, and they will be eager to sell the vibranium in their hands to cash in to withstand the impact of new materials."
"Sure enough, Pierce contacted Eric, the leader of Wakanda's second largest tribe. He sent Crowe to contact Eric, but Eric opened his mouth. This is not surprising. He wanted to make enough money at once.
, and then go and shake T’Challa’s rule.”
"At this time, I gave Pierce another suggestion. Instead of taking advantage of the information gap to acquire vibranium in advance, it is better to help Eric take over, disrupt the situation in Wakanda, and then manipulate it, you know, just like every coup in Africa
That way.”
"Actually, I don't need to remind Pierce. He also thought of this, but the reason why he didn't do it immediately was because he had doubts about Eric's loyalty. What disappoints me is that he doesn't have strong brainwashing methods.
In the end, I have to do it."
"I used Crazy Wine to sneak into Eric's subconscious and give him hints. Of course, he himself has deep malice towards T'Challa. What I did more was to let him say the right thing at the right time.
if."
"That kind of poison..."
"You are very familiar with it. Didn't you just take it out of Constantine's body? According to Constantine, the cursed soul is also a rare thing in that world. Of course, no one has seen it in this world."
After hearing this, Schiller, who was wearing a black trench coat, adjusted his posture and leaned back comfortably on the chair. He said, "It seems that this time, the three of us worked together to accomplish something big."
"In terms of the sequence of actions, you wanted to take revenge on Hydra, so you planned the assassination of T'Challa, which led to the hive Hydra and broke my umbrella, so I planned the alien civil war. Finally,
The madman and the rain from another world brought everything to a perfect end."
Schiller in the white coat leaned forward, picked up the wine glass from the coffee table in front of him, and poured a glass of wine for himself and his other self.
Looking from behind the sofa, two wine glasses clinked together. The foam from the collision of the wine slowly rose up, and the room unfolded like a box.
A big hand held a green-haired brick man and placed it in the center of the room. The brick man's head was a cylinder and his hands were C-shaped.
A green-haired figure lowered his head and looked at three identical building block figures in the box, with only different clothes and hair colors, and said with a smile: