So what are you here to do? Be the savior? The SHIELD on the ground has been infiltrated by Hydra, and the captain has leveled it. The underground SHIELD is going to surface again? If it is also infiltrated, how can we create ten more people?
Do you want Hulk to defeat an aerospace aircraft carrier?" Bruce said teasingly.
I thought Coulson would be angry when he heard this.
But on the contrary, Phil Coulson began to become calm: "So I disbanded it. Didn't you notice that there is no one here? Now it's just you and me. SHIELD is destined to become history. If it is
In this case, can we have a formal talk now?"
"Okay," Bruce curled his lips, "Then tell me first, why did you come to me? Do you need me or the Hulk?"
Colson said nothing and sighed.
I saw him gently tapping the computer keyboard next to him twice.
The glass on all sides was sealed by metal plates, and the room suddenly fell into darkness.
Before Banner could say anything, the wall opposite began to glow and form an image:
It's a werewolf.
It has a beautiful head like a snow wolf, with thick and soft velvet-like hair. It has a pair of sharp eyes that seem to be able to see through everything. It is wearing an old windbreaker, tactical gloves, and leather boots. It looks like an educated man.
What is incompatible with him is that on his back is the Hydra symbol spray-painted with blood. If you look carefully, the Hydra spray-paint is completely composed of people's painful expressions and incomplete palm prints. The entire painting
The wind seemed extremely uncoordinated.
"What do you want me to watch? Old American movies from the 1970s and 1980s, Werewolf Army?" Bruce said with a hint of sarcasm.
"He is Akim Akimovich, a former Soviet citizen. He was born in 1918 in a noble family in the small town of Sergeyev, northeast of Moscow. His family life was relatively prosperous and he received a good education since he was a child.
He can play the organ, compose poetry, and has excellent grades in mathematics and biology. But everything happened in 1945, when everyone was celebrating the World Anti-Japanese War, and his uncle, who had been idle all day long, was reported by his family as having betrayed the motherland.
, worked as a guide for the Germans and caused the Soviet army to suffer heavy losses, and became angry and insane. On the night when he went home to say goodbye before being hanged, he caused a massacre that shocked the whole country. Seventeen members of his family were brutally murdered from top to bottom.
The killing, the bloody scene is so bloody that people dare not look directly at it.”
Coulson really didn't want to say this anymore, but when he saw Banner's expression becoming solemn and serious, he calmed down and continued:
"Because Akeem was studying in the UK at the time, he escaped death. But when he returned home and saw the smelly and rotting corpses strewn across the house, the young Akeem collapsed. Huge grief and anger filled his heart, and he became
Because of the resentment accumulated in his heart, however, this resentment did not disappear because of the death of his uncle. Instead, it accumulated deeper and deeper, and passed it on to society and the world. As a result, he became cold, ruthless, and withdrawn. Later, Ah
Kim began to research the super serum crazily, but he started from the perspective of biological gene mutation. This plan was not optimistic at first, and even Schmidt of the Red Skull scorned his research. So Akeem could only use
He conducted experiments on his own, and the repeated failures of the experiments almost made him lose his humanity. Although the last experiment was successful and his body functions reached the level of superhuman, the side effects of the experiment made him completely lose his human appearance, and he also lost his humanity.
He has completely become a beast."
As scenes flashed across the wall, the man named Akeem changed from a sunny, healthy and optimistic young man with a smile to an old, hesitant and indifferent middle-aged man, and finally turned into a werewolf. Colson said sadly.
.
"He..." Bruce was also surprised by this tragic life experience and sighed, "He is also a poor guy. Why do so many unfortunate things happen to him? Why is it so unfair? He could have had a lot of life.
A good future, a harmonious family, why..."
"Poor people must be hateful. Since the tragedy that killed his family, he has often used his high IQ to commit horrific murders. He personally killed everyone who had anything to do with him: neighbors, friends,
He is a classmate and even his fiancée, whom he met and fell in love with in college. He has become extremely bloodthirsty and vicious. The blood debts he has borne are countless. He just hopes to use this to retaliate against society, for its ruthlessness, and for the injustice God has done to him.
Fair treatment.”
"Schmidt also began to slowly notice the existence of this demon. He also hoped to use Akeem to create chaos as an important step towards conquering the world. But the fact is that this man with an IQ of 156 was behind Schmidt.
After being killed by the captain, he used everything provided by Hydra to gradually assimilate Hydra. By the time they discovered it, Akeem had controlled the entire Hydra empire and gradually materialized it. The terrorist organization ISIS
This is the first step in his materialization plan. He has cultivated and trained an entire elite guard force in the Middle East, the Sirius Guard, equipped with Hydra's most advanced weapons. And other units under it are fully capable of competing with the government forces of neighboring countries.
He hopes to establish a large empire spanning Europe, Asia and Africa, and eventually conquer the entire world. It can be said that he has created a new post-Hydra era."
Coulson recounted all the information he secretly collected in SHIELD's underground organization, as if telling a long tragic story.
"So the Ten Rings Gang led by Mandaling a few years ago, the cult organization that almost killed Stark, and Akeem..." Bruce said as if he suddenly understood.
Colson turned off the screen, and the surrounding lights turned on at the same time:
"Yes, the original formula of the biological self-healing formula used by Ivano Chiklian, the mastermind behind the scenes, came from Akeem. That formula was very unstable, and Akeem just wanted everyone around him to be able to fend for themselves. He wouldn't
Believe in anyone, his men live because of their mission. Once the mission is over, they will disappear. Before that, Akeem will satisfy you with everything. This is his style."
While he was talking, Coulson had already led Bruce out of the hangar:
"How about it, Bruce, come back to the Avengers with us. I arranged for Natasha to invite you to join the team, but this time I have to invite you back in person."
"Go back... what about here... your SHIELD underground organization?" Bruce asked.
"Now all that's left of S.H.I.E.L.D. is this hangar and this plane,"
Colson said sadly,
"it's gone now."
He took out his phone and simply tapped the screen a few times.
There was a loud noise, and the ground shook violently. The hangar and the luxury transport plane as big as Air Force One instantly turned into flames hundreds of meters high and smoke billowing into the sky. Countless parts.
It caught fire and flew out and scattered around, being burnt to black.
"Colson! You... just blew it up like that?" Bruce looked surprised.
"Yes, SHIELD is completely history now." Coulson curled his lips nonchalantly.
Upon hearing the sound, the fire trucks and airport security personnel rushed over screaming, and within ten minutes the place was surrounded by water.
"What's going on? What happened here?" A firefighter who arrived first asked anxiously, feeling as if his hangar was blown up.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to turn off the electric kettle." Colson said calmly.
"Ah? What? Do you have anything important inside that you need us to help you rescue?" the firefighter asked him in surprise, just like asking a passerby.
"Well, probably not. You don't need to bother. Just wait until the fire is out and use the bulldozer to flatten it." After finishing speaking, Colson left the confused firefighters behind and walked through the crowded fire trucks and the people who came to check.
The ground staff walked towards the terminal.
"Where are we going now?" Bruce asked as he hurriedly followed.
"Can you come back to the Avengers with me?" Coulson asked as he walked.
"Well, okay, if the Avengers need the Hulk."
"No, they need Banner." Coulson said every word.
"Then what are we doing now...?"
"Buy a plane ticket and go to New York.
Brooklyn, New York City, USA
"This is the office of the Daily Bugle."
Maria parked the car in front of a tall building.
After decades of exposure to wind and sun, the original coating of this building has begun to peel off, but its majestic appearance remains unchanged. At the same time, it has also witnessed the transformation of the Bugle Daily from a famous name during the financial crisis of 2029.
The little-known newsstand has suddenly become one of the top ten newspaper giants in the American newspaper industry.
The current sales volume of the "Daily Bugle" in New York is second only to the "New York Morning Post" and "Time Magazine".
Rogers took Peter and St. John in the elevator to the 34th floor of the Daily Bugle and found the office of the newspaper editor. At this time, he was furious in the office and yelled at the visitors.
The secretary outside the office curled his lips and said to Rogers: "No way, he has a bad temper. He got angry every day when Spider-Man was here. Now that he is gone, he gets angry more frequently. Alas, his wife is very worried about his health.
, but what can be done?”
After saying that, she sighed.
"Okay, let's wait a while before going in." Rogers said helplessly.
At this time, there was a fat black man holding documents and wanted to go in. St. John stopped him in a hurry and said, "You are crazy. He is angry now. If you go in now, aren't you going to hit the muzzle of the gun?"
The man chuckled: "Hello, young man, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Joseph Robby Robertson, the executive editor of the Daily Bugle. Jonah has a bad temper and is not a bad person. Recently, due to the problem of newspaper sales,
It makes you feel a little irritable. It doesn’t matter. I’ve seen this happen too many times. What are you trying to do..."
"Oh, hello, Mr. Robertson, I'm Steve Rogers. I hope to meet the editor-in-chief. I need to consult him on some matters." Seeing that St. John was at a loss, Rogers spoke first.
"Colonel Rogers? I remember it seems that Captain America in The Avengers is also called this. Hehe, it seems so. Okay, then come in with me." Robertson said half-jokingly.
Peter and St. John smiled at each other and entered the editor's office together.
I saw a mess in the office. The floor was filled with documents filled with dense press releases and various photos. A young man wearing black glasses stood with his head lowered and shouted at the desk.
The person shouting and banging the table was probably the editor-in-chief.
"Hello, Mr. Jonah Jameson, I'm Steve Rogers. I'd like to ask you a few questions." Rogers approached Jameson and said.
But Jameson acted as if he hadn't heard and still scolded the young man with his head down. In fact, it was just that the press release was too rough, had poor grammar, and the news subject matter was old. There was no new content or anything like that. According to the general practice, he was fired directly.
That's it. James, who has an eccentric personality, always teaches every reporter or photographer like a teacher, and he doesn't care about human feelings at all. This is why the newspaper offers a salary that is twice as high as that of the "Daily Telegraph" but
The reason why no one still cares about it.
Seeing that the situation was getting more and more out of control, Robertson comforted Jameson, patted the young man's shoulder kindly and persuaded him to go out, and then said: "Do you want to scare away all the staff of our newspaper? Jonah,
You should control your bad temper. As a young man, it is normal to make mistakes, but you are too harsh."
"Oh, I know, but you don't know that they are lazy and do not take things seriously. What are they doing? I am not a social relief agency. Why do you want to come here and wait for death? There is no way." Obviously Jameson's attitude.
The anger has not completely subsided.
"Okay, okay, Jonah, let's not mention what happened just now. Look, Mr. Rogers has been standing here for a long time. Shouldn't you..." Robertson pointed to Rogers and others who were standing aside and being ignored.
"Rogers? What are you here for? Asking me for money? No! You have to submit your manuscript to the editorial office. We won't accept your manuscript here. I don't have the time to read it." Jameson said loudly.
"I'm not here to submit articles, Mr. Jameson, I'm here to find people," Rogers said.
"Who are you looking for? Don't ask Spider-Man or Iron Man to attend your wedding, funeral, or child's full moon ceremony... We don't have the ability." Jameson teased.
"Mr. Jameson," Rogers raised his voice, "I am talking about business. Please be serious. We are here to see one of your photographers, Peter Parker."
"Parker?" Robertson said in surprise. Jameson also put away his sarcastic smile and became serious.
"Are you looking for Parker?" Jameson confirmed again.
"Well, what's wrong? Why do you look like this?" St. John asked strangely.
"Because someone came to ask about Parker three days ago. If you didn't tell me, I would almost forget about it. Alas..." Jameson's face showed an unspeakable look.
"Who but us will look for him? And here." St. John whispered.
Rogers motioned him not to speak, but Robertson seemed to hear St. John's voice and said thoughtfully: "Well, usually no one really comes here to look for him. Mary Jane, his wife, once came over and hired him for two years.
After a long vacation, no one asked him about it. In fact, since the last war, Spider-Man has disappeared, and his role as Spider-Man's exclusive photographer has also become desolate. He rarely comes to the newspaper office, and the photos he submits are all of the same name.
Some are mainly melancholy and dull. But I believe that he may have really encountered something difficult, so the position for the chief photographer over there has always been empty." Robertson pointed to another office separated by glass from the editor's office.
, although it was cleaned inside, it was obvious that no one had used it for a long time.
"After he was reinstated, he didn't come to work very often. This time I haven't seen him for more than a month. It's a pity. What a good photographer. It's all because of those aliens who not only took away our film police
, and also took away a good photographer." Jameson said.
"I want to know what the person who came three days ago asked about and what he looked like?" Rogers saw that the two of them were deliberately changing the topic and avoiding what happened three days ago.
Jameson and Robertson both trembled, and then you looked at me, and I looked at you, pushing back and forth, hoping that the other party would speak.
"Well... that person warned us not to mention the conversation he had with us that day to anyone." A look of fear began to appear on Robertson's face, and it was obvious that the original words were more threatening.
From the expressions and words of the two of them, Rogers could clearly feel that something bad must have happened three days ago, and that the mysterious man was definitely not a kind person. So he put his hands on the desk.
, leaned down and stretched out his head and said: "I am Steve Rogers, Captain America. I guarantee it with my 95 years of living in this world. Don't worry, tell me, I will guarantee that nothing will happen to you."
"Steve Rogers, are you really Captain America? Are you really Captain America?! We have found the master, and I feel relieved." Jameson said excitedly.
"Yes, yes, gentlemen, you must tell me the truth. What happened that day and why did he say that? Trust me, I can guarantee your safety." Rogers said seriously.
"Okay, okay," Jameson still couldn't calm down his mood, "Here's what happened..." As Jameson told it, time went back to the noon three days ago. As usual, Jameson
Johnson and Robertson were discussing the next day's front-page advertisement in the Daily Bugle as usual in the office. Most of the staff outside the office had gone to have lunch, so it was quiet outside and could only be heard through the glass.
The sound of two people discussing in the office.
"I remember clearly that day," Robertson said thoughtfully, "we were discussing whether to put Alibaba's advertisement on our front page. A man with a low-brimmed hat then opened the door and came in.
, he didn’t even knock on the door, and there was no sound at all when he walked. We were all shocked when he came to us.”
"Yes, before we could speak, he asked, where is Peter Parker? I was so angry at the time, how could I meet such an rude person, but I was in a good mood because I signed a relatively large advertising sponsorship with Jack Ma that day.
, so I still suppressed my anger and asked him what he wanted from Parker. He looked at me and suddenly became very polite, saying that he was his friend and hoping to get his address. The big change in his attitude itself was very questionable, and
Since I was his friend and could find this irregular part-time job, how could I not know his address? But at the time, I felt that I was worrying too much, so I gave him Parker’s personal information without thinking about it.
I took it and looked at it, and then I took out my phone and took a photo, which made me even more suspicious of this person. It looked like..."