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At this moment, suddenly the captain's buckler flew over, bounced off the gangsters, and returned to Rogers' hand. He looked at the gangsters lying on the ground in pain, clutching various parts of their body.

Peter was startled and turned around. Rogers said with a serious face: "I asked you to come here so that you won't show off your superpowers."

Peter immediately calmed down from his joy. Behind Rogers, on the stairs, lay the gangsters who were knocked unconscious or too painful to move.

This time it was Pete's turn to be surprised. Rogers walked past him and said coldly: "God has given you superpowers, and you should work hard to maximize them. Do you understand?" A group of hostages followed Rogers in a daze.

They stumbled downstairs together.

"There's another one," Rogers said loudly, "over there." Following the direction he pointed, a gangster ran frantically out the back door carrying two safes.

"I'll do it!" Peter dashed away the handrail with a firm stride, jumped down the stairs and rushed towards the back door. Hearing a "bang" sound, a big hole was knocked out of the door. Seeing this, the gangster outside the door hurriedly rushed to the back door of the bank.

Unexpectedly, the police had already anticipated this and sealed the place tightly. Seeing that there was no way out, the furious gangsters began to shoot at the onlookers behind the cordon, hoping to escape in the chaos.

Sure enough, there was chaos at the scene. Thousands of people ran back crazily, causing the originally neat police formation to be riddled with holes. The gangster chuckled and dropped his rifle, took off his hood and ran with the crowd.

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"Put the box down quickly!"

Suddenly someone stood in front of him. When the gangster raised his head, Rogers was standing in front of him holding a shining shield.

He quickly turned around and ran back, only to see Pete catching up with him panting. At this time, the crowd of people watching began to thin out, and the police officers also reorganized their teams and surrounded them.

"What?? No...this is impossible. You...shouldn't you Avengers protect the earth? Why do you still care about such a trivial matter? Spider...Spider-Man doesn't care about it anymore. Why are you here?" The criminal

He shouted in a daze.

At this time, a cry broke the deadlock: "Mom, it hurts...Mom..."

Following the sound, a seven or eight-year-old girl fell to the ground, crying helplessly. Seeing the scraped wound on her knee bleeding, both Peter and Rogers felt nervous. The gangster also saw it.

At this scene, instead of feeling sympathy, he rushed over and grabbed the child, pulled out his pistol, and ruthlessly pressed the cold muzzle to the child's forehead.

"Hey...what are you doing?" Pete yelled.

"What are you doing? I have no choice, so come on, let this little girl be the burial object of your stupid laws, or put down your weapons and let me leave here. Superheroes, choose for yourself." The gangster's eyes were red.

, obviously already crazy, despite the child's hysterical crying, his iron-like hands remained motionless.

"Annie! Anne, my daughter! Let me pass, don't touch her...Annie!" A young woman howled as she pushed hard against the armed policemen surrounding the scene.

Hearing her mother's call, the little girl's struggle became more intense, and the gangster's mood became more and more unstable. Rogers said tremblingly: "Don't hurt her, we can have a good talk if we have anything to say." This man from the battlefield seventy years ago

The approaching hero never bent his back, but this time he lowered his head, put down the shield in his hand, and slowly stepped back. Peter also took a few steps back.

The gangster relaxed a little when he saw this, and then took two steps back: "Find me another car and get me out of here, quickly!"

Sheriff Stacey also rushed over and said: "Quick, give him a car, we will ensure the safety of the hostages."

A police car then drove over and stopped between Rogers and the gangster. The policeman who drove the car took out his car keys and threw them on the ground on the side of the gangster. Then he took a few steps back and signaled that the car belonged to him.

The gangster saw that all his conditions were met, and the little girl cried heartbreakingly again. He hesitated for a moment and slowly let go of the little girl's hand. Seeing that the gangster's hand was loosened, the little girl hurriedly ran forward.

, the gangster felt a little regretful when he saw her and wanted to catch her again.

Just then, a figure with a flashing red light quickly picked up the little girl and put her on the roadside. The gangster was not so lucky. His body was suddenly swallowed up by raging fire, and he let out a human scream.

Rogers quickly jumped over the police car in the middle to save something, but it was too late. The man struggled and rolled on the ground several times, leaving only a burnt, blackened and stiff body. Looking at the figure just now, it turned out to be Saint

John, at this moment, he was standing next to the little girl and watching this scene with joy.

"Annie! Anne!" the young woman ran over and hugged the little girl tightly and shouted.

St. John proudly waited for the young mother's gratitude, but what awaited him was a pair of eyes full of fear. Watching the woman disappear into the sea of ​​people without looking back, St. John gradually discovered that almost all people

They all looked at him with strange eyes, but he didn't think they were looking at a hero.

"You killed him? Why did you do that?" Rogers said excitedly as he came from a distance.

"He deserves it, Captain, he wants to kill the child." St. John said unconvinced.

"Yes, he is guilty, but he will be punished by law. It is not your turn or mine to decide his life or death." Rogers said seriously.

"But Captain..." St. John said emotionally, "Do you know how many people will die at his hands after the legal punishment is ineffective, and how many police officers will risk their lives to arrest him?"

"He will be well rehabilitated in prison, why not give him another chance to turn a new leaf?"

"You are too naive, Captain, he will never change, so we must get rid of him as soon as possible to avoid future troubles."

"As an Avenger..." The captain tried his best to control his emotions and said calmly.

"I'm not an Avenger!" St. John yelled, and then ran towards the alley among the buildings without looking back.

Maria came over and said: "Sorry captain, I didn't take him seriously."

"No, it's because his mind is immature. I hope he won't give up on himself." Rogers said calmly.

At this time, a group of reporters swarmed through the temporary police cordon and came to Rogers, scrambling to pour out the public's long-standing doubts.

"Captain, this battle is a classic. Does it mean that the Avengers will begin to protect the health and property safety of ordinary people in New York?"

"It seems that fighting crime this time is not the responsibility of the Avengers, so is this doing Spider-Man a favor? Also, is Spider-Man a member of the Avengers?"

"Mr. Rogers, why didn't Mr. Stark come forward? As a true New Yorker, shouldn't he maintain the stability of New York's region as a matter of course? Has he already quit the Avengers?"

"Excuse me……"

This time, Rogers changed from his previous avoidance of reporters and began to bravely face the flood of questions from reporters, giving very patient answers to all kinds of tricky questions.

After passing through countless alleys, St. John stopped panting. He could already feel that his body was very hot. If he continued running like this, his clothes would definitely catch fire. So he unbuttoned his shirt and tried his best to

Adjust your breathing to cool down your body as quickly as possible.

Alas, the Avengers are dead, which is a joke in itself.

For me, becoming a superhero is simply incredible.

But I didn’t do anything wrong. He was a heinous guy. If he was just locked up for a few years, he would harm many people after he was released, and make many happy families become incomplete. On the contrary, they didn’t appreciate it.

Now it seems that the Avengers are just like that, there is nothing to miss. It's good to be myself and live the life I want. I can be a bartender again. The work is not tiring, there are plenty of beautiful girls, and there is a considerable income.

Thinking of this, St. John was a little pleased and couldn't help laughing.

Save the earth, save the world, go to hell. Don’t look at the captain’s face, always obey his orders. He can’t even understand the contradictions of the people on earth, and he still saves the world, talking big words. By the way, now we have to

Hurry to the train station. If you are late, it will be too late. It is probably the last train. Goodbye, New York. When I have money, I will bring my girlfriend to see you, and I will make the captain jealous and regretful.

He was rude and arrogant to me back then.

Feeling a little cold, St. John prepared to run forward.

At this time, he suddenly heard a slightly old but powerful voice: "If it were me, I wouldn't run forward, kid. I would return to the Avengers to join them, integrate into them, and become

An indispensable member of them, use your superpowers to protect the world and the people who need you to protect it."

These words really shocked St. John's heart, and his legs that were about to run quickly at first were as heavy as lead, making it difficult for him to walk.

He turned around, looking in surprise for who had said this, and who could understand his experience so well. He saw an old man walking out of a corner wearing a long gray woolen windbreaker, decent trousers and leather shoes.

, judging from his clothes, he looks like a scholar or professor who is knowledgeable and profound.

Walking closer, St. John saw that he had a head full of silver hair, many wrinkles but delicate skin, and a rosy face. He did not have the decadence of an aging person at all. On the contrary, his eagle-like eyes were bright and shining. When he saw St. John, he was stern.

His expression immediately became friendly.

"Who are you? Why...do you know about me?" St. John asked doubtfully.

"Ransher, Eric Lensher, kid, I have always been paying attention to you and protecting you." The old man said slowly, his eyes narrowed to a slit.

"Why are you paying attention to me? Who are you? Do we know each other?" St. John was a little impatient, because he was tired of being controlled and educated by others. In fact, it was no wonder that he had become wild after losing his parents since he was a child.

Lancel did not answer his question directly, but looked at the sky where the sun was setting in the west and still said in his thick voice:

"I am the only person in this world who cares about you and wants you to live a happy life. I owe you a lot."

"What? What do you mean by that? What do you owe me? Hey, are you an Avenger too?"

Some of St. John's monks were confused, but he felt very happy to have someone like an elder who cared about him, especially for a child who had hardly ever enjoyed the love of his parents.

"Go back, kid, the Avengers need you, and the people around you need your protection. There you will get love like family, and that's where you can really grow, mature, and become a real man.

Do what is truly right and don't waste the power God has given you." After Lancel said this, he left the confused St. John and walked slowly towards a fork in the alley.

These words have the feeling of awakening a person in a dream.

The things Rogers had done and said, those things that had once made his heart surge with excitement and admiration, came back to his mind.

Yes, being able to fight for such a team that is like family, and growing and progressing together with such a team is probably the reason why God gave me this superpower.

No matter what, I have to thank the old man named Eric for helping me regain my faith. I didn't let myself waste my youth in the dimly lit corner of New Orleans, listening to the music.

, died silently like an ant.

St. John hurriedly and excitedly walked quickly in the direction Ranchel left, looking forward to seeing the old man's stumbling back.

But the result is that Lansheer is not taking the same path at all.

It was a dead end surrounded by a cement base and a patchwork of iron fences. Unless the old man had wings like Angel, it was absolutely unimaginable how a 70-year-old man who felt wobbly when he walked could climb over nearly two meters.

High metal fence.

Was it just a dream?

But that was too real. If it was a dream just now, is it reality or a dream now?

St. John became even more confused:

"Ransher, Eric Lensher...who is this mysterious old man, and what does he have to do with me?"

He whispered softly.

"St. John! Get in the car."

A gentle shout interrupted his thoughts, it was Agent Hill.

St. John ran to follow the sound.

Maria, Rogers and Pete were already sitting in the silver 1985 Bentley roadster waiting for him.

"Here I come, captain."

Seeing Rogers' still calm and slightly smiling expression, St. John was actually indescribably happy. All his doubts were gone.

"Welcome home, St. John."

Maria looked at him in the rearview mirror with her charming eyes and said.

"I won't go back to New Orleans, Captain. I want to join the Avengers and become an excellent Avenger and an important member of the Avengers. It doesn't matter if you don't accept me. Anyway, I have decided. And I decided

No matter how bumpy the future is, it will never change."

St. John also imitated Lancel's tone and spoke forcefully. Even he himself did not expect that he could say such beautiful words. This was the first time in more than twenty years.

"I have no objection, but as a man, you don't just talk, you have to do it. Talk less and do more. This is the quality you should have. To be an Avenger, you must first learn to be a human being. This is the most basic and most important

A little bit." Rogers smiled but obviously with an unarguable tone.

"Yes, I understand." St. John nodded sharply.

Frankfurt International Airport, Paris, France

"We're here, Dr. Banner." Agent Coulson opened the door of a Cadillac business SUV for Bruce.

"Why... why are we here?" Bruce said in surprise.

"Come on, doctor, you've asked all the way, don't be anxious, you will know soon."

Colson led him through the busy terminal building of the airport and the passenger planes of various airlines to the farthest hangar in the northwest.

"This is..." Banner's eyes widened.

As the hangar door slowly opened, a transport aircraft as big as the U.S. President's Air Force One shone bright silver in the sun.

What surprised Bruce the most was the S.H.I.E.L.D. Silver Eagle logo painted on the side of the plane.

"SHIELD?!" Bruce said, "It was resurrected with you?"

Coulson smiled: "She has never been destroyed. Since I faked my death, I have been assigned to work in the underground branch of SHIELD. I have been living secretly anywhere in the world, secretly watching the people living on the earth.

Every move of the people above, including you Avengers, of course."

"I... am no longer an Avenger, Mr. Coulson. In Wakanda, Hulk has been truly revealed in front of people. Those who want to capture me from all over the world must have started taking action again, so I

We cannot allow the Hulk to appear in front of the world again and let the world be threatened by himself."

When he mentioned the Avengers, Bruce's eyes immediately dimmed and he spoke in a low tone.

"I know what you went through not long ago. Barton was under house arrest in his safe house; Thor went back to God's Realm to find the remaining Infinity Stones; and Tony and Steve, both grown up, were still with their children.

The same conflicts; and you also want to sleep in the ice for a hundred and eighty years like Rogers? So now we are really in big trouble, and not just externally, our Avengers also have internal conflicts.

It cannot be underestimated.”

Coulson said as he walked through the maze-like interior of the aircraft.

Walking through a corridor with a complicated structure like a secret underground base and even a spiral staircase, Bruce's eyes suddenly opened up.

A large octagonal conference hall appeared in front of him. But he was not in the mood to admire this ingenious structural design, and his thoughts were still unable to extricate himself from the painful memories of the past.

After spinning around like a revolving door, Banner sat down on the stool next to the conference table, tapped his fingers on the table and muttered silently:

"This is not the first time we have encountered this kind of trouble. Ultron was born because of the distrust between us and the fear in our hearts, so we have long been used to it."

"No, this time is different. Don't you understand what I mean? Dr. Banner, this trouble will be unprecedented. The Avengers are in a difficult situation internally and externally. At this moment, the divisions and differentiation within you will be

More deadly!"

Colson put his hands on the table and said seriously.

(To be continued)