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Ross took out a bottle of whiskey from the box filled with ice and continued: "I remember you like this brand of whiskey the most, right? It's strange that Tony Stark, who always drinks the most luxurious, drinks such an ordinary one.

liquor."

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"In that cave, this is the wine that Yin Sen and I drank together. This wine can always remind me not to forget the feeling of being in desperate situation and crisis. But you are afraid of that feeling, right? So you have to do it at all costs

Stability and tranquility during your term of office, even if your decisions cause the end of the world."

"Haha, don't always talk about the end of the world. We have experienced it so many times, and every time we say it is the end of the world, when has it come true?" Ross smiled and took a sip of the whiskey in the glass and immediately wrinkled.

He spat it into the box on the side with his eyebrows, "This wine tastes like rust, it's really disgusting, cough cough cough..."

"As a soldier, you actually despise this kind of military liquor," Stark took a sip and swallowed it slowly, then continued, "The reason why the end of the world you sneered at didn't happen is because we live in a sense of crisis every day, all the time.

Always be alert to the occurrence of danger and respond to it, unlike your respected Mr. Secretary of State, who just blindly avoids facing this problem. It is not because the Avengers attracted these super criminals but because the super criminals you connived at need.

The Avengers come to stop it."

"I don't want to discuss with you the issue of which came first, the egg or the chicken. It doesn't make any sense. Stark's guilty plea is enough for me to add a glorious mark to my resume. The government will introduce it in three days."

The Avengers training center in northern New York is being cleaned up, and the arrests of members have begun. I hope your friends can hide before then, otherwise you will have a few more inmates." Ross reached out and touched Zheng Zaisi.

The wine glass in Tucker's hand made a crisp sound.

"You...how could you do this? Do you have to do things so absolutely?" Stark was held down but he kept kicking on the ground to stand up. His eyes were frighteningly red due to bloodshot eyes.

He kicked the table between the two of them like crazy, broke the cup in his hand and said hysterically:

"Why do you do this!!"

"Well," Ross still had a smile on his face. He took another sip of the wine in the glass and frowned slightly, not knowing whether he was talking to himself or telling Stark, "Ah, so this is despair.

The taste.”

"You will be punished, Thaddeus Ross, just wait!" Stark spat at the Secretary of State's back.

"I bought all the wine. If you don't want to drink it, just drink it. If you dare to waste it and add another box, I won't believe it. You are an ungrateful guy." Ross immediately changed his face, wiped his hands, straightened his suit and tie and entered

Went to the front cabin of the helicopter.

The taxi slowly stopped at the gate full of sludge and garbage. The originally large green lawn was now carved with scars by different types of tires and tracks. The tracks of the heavy tank were more like the tracks left by a plow on the lawn.

A shocking ravine.

"So you came here. I didn't hear you clearly before you got in the car. Young man, you came too late. I brought several reporters here this morning to grab headlines. They seemed to say something, Secretary of State.

They are all here, ready to disband the Avengers. But by the looks of it, he must have left. If not, please take a photo of him for me. I haven’t seen him in person yet..."

But when the driver raised his head, he saw that the money had been neatly placed on the passenger seat, and the driver was running desperately towards the training base building.

"Hey! Why are you in such a hurry? Add me on Instagram and send me the photos so you don't have to pay the fare!" The driver yelled at the figure, but it had no effect at all, "This guy, if I had known, I would have wanted to be prosperous with him.

I’ve got Da’s photo, it’s probably a bit simpler.”

The driver curled his lips helplessly, then made a cool flick and hummed a ditty as he headed back toward the city. The wind brought by the car blew away a Coke can on the roadside, making a crisp sound.

There was deathly silence in the entire Avengers training center building, and the coagulated blood stains left by that bloody gluttonous feast still remained on the floor of the hall. The doors to the training room were also casually opened, and the screen flickered.

The darkness is constantly beating with snowflakes caused by the interruption of the connection.

This is the Avengers Training Center in upstate New York?!

Bullock's eyes were full of desolation and ruin. It was hard to believe that the superheroes who had saved the earth countless times would end up like this.

"This is no news. Children, please give these poor heroes a way out." An old man slowly walked out of a nearby room, holding a computer host in his hand.

"Hello sir, I'm not a reporter, no, I am a reporter but I'm not here as a reporter." Bullock quickly explained.

"Do you understand what you are talking about? I just arrived after a short sleep. Is this place going to be demolished?" Venom's voice immediately sounded in his ears.

"Shh, we haven't arrived yet, please be quiet." Brock gritted his teeth and said inconspicuously to the venom in his body.

"No one has any use for the child. There is really nothing I can do about being born in such a country. I'd better go back to London and continue to be a good university professor. I advise you to be a good citizen honestly and pray before going to bed. You can still see each other."

The sun will be fine tomorrow morning." The old man said and walked towards the panoramic elevator nearby.

"Mr. Helpful, please tell me are they still here? I need to see the Avengers." Bullock ran forward and helped the old man who was moving the main unit with both hands press the up button of the elevator.

"Well, okay, the young man still has some eyesight," the old man said as he entered the elevator and raised his head and winked at Bullock, "Come on in, kid, even if you are just a fan asking for a photo with them, I will accept it.

I just hope you don’t have too high hopes for their current status.”

After receiving the old man's consent, Bullock hurriedly ran into the elevator and took the initiative to take the host from the old man's hand. Although he still looked dissatisfied with the old man, it was obvious from the old man's panting appearance that he was indeed very tired.

, so Bullock easily took it into his hands and really saw the old man's appearance.

"Dr. Shaweig, is that you?" Bullock was shocked after seeing the old man's appearance clearly.

"Well, yes, you know me?" Shavig raised his head and re-examined the slightly thin young man in front of him.

"Of course, doctor, they said that you suddenly retired at the peak of your career, and it turned out that you were working here with the Avengers."

When Eric Schavig, one of the most prestigious astrophysics professors of our time, won the Nobel Prize in Physics for his research on the "Einstein Rosen Bridge", Eddie Brock

I went to interview him specially. But the image of the radiant, intelligent and elegant professor at that time was completely different from the work clothes and peaked caps of today.

"Rather than talking nonsense like a lunatic because of over-studying those imaginary theories, I feel that being able to do what I can to protect the world and work with superheroes here will make me happier." Shavig said with a long sigh.

.

"What happened here? How did the superhero become the enemy of the world?" Bullock asked excitedly.

"Humph, public enemy of the world? You have touched the interests of some people. When the security of this earth is becoming more and more unstable, there are those selfish villains who put the safety of the entire world at risk for their own selfish interests.

Regardless." Shavig said, clenching his fists and slamming the elevator.

Hearing this, Eddie Brock looked down at the entire hall through the glass wall of the elevator, imagining the busy scene here in the past.

"I remember you, kid. Although you were the last reporter to interview me, I still have a deep impression on you." Seeing that Bullock didn't speak, Shavig realized the gaffe he had just made and hurriedly spoke in a relaxed tone.

Say to him.

"Really? You still remember me? I'm so honored." Eddie Brock's eyes lit up and he said excitedly.

"Of course, your youthfulness and innocence at that time made me feel that chatting with you was much more comfortable than those reporters who talked clearly and logically from the beginning. Why would they come to interview me if they were so good at talking?" Shavig smiled.

explain.

"Haha, yes, at that time I had just graduated from the University of Westminster in the UK and had been interning at the Daily Planet in Washington DC. To be honest, my subsequent interview with you for your report made me lose the opportunity to become a full-time employee...

"Block said, his tone became sad again, "Well, at that time, I gave up on myself and returned to my home in New York. I joined the Daily Bugle, which was not very high among New York newspapers, thinking that with my academic qualifications and

My qualifications can be reused, and then I can impress my high school crush Gwen Stacey, but I didn't expect Peter Parker to show up..."

"So this time he blocked your way again?" Shavig asked tentatively.

"It's really not like that. I... you know... before the Avengers were established, and when New York was still being guarded by Parker, there were a few evil people who almost ruined everything. They were really evil people who committed heinous crimes.

..." Speaking of these, a crystal teardrop slipped quietly from Bullock's eyes.

"I..." Brock sniffed hard and was about to continue speaking when he heard a beeping sound and the elevator slowly stopped.

"It's okay, young man." Shavig patted Bullock on the shoulder and consoled him.

Bullock clenched his fists and propped himself on the elevator door frame and cleared his hoarse throat. He raised his head and found that the person in front of him was...

"Eddie Brock?" A sweet female voice came to me, as intoxicating as the fragrance of tulips.

"G...Gwen..." Bullock looked at Sheriff George Stacey, who was standing behind her in a black suit with a solemn expression, and stretched out his hand in an official manner and then said, "Miss Stacey."

"Are you okay?" Gwen Stacey burst into tears when she saw him and pushed away his outstretched hand and gave Bullock a big hug. "Peter is gone. Why? Why are there no aliens?"

, no damn robots, just a few bad guys on Earth can take away our patron saint of New York?"

"Well... I, I'm very sad too." Seeing Chief Stacey reaching out to hold the elevator door that was about to close, Bullock gently laid his hand on her back, and then let his tears flow freely.

It flows on the face.

This was the last time he saw Peter Parker with his own eyes. He really died in front of him, but he couldn't do anything. He once wanted to kill Peter with hatred, but he really saw him die.

But in front of him, his heart was as sharp as a knife.

"Why can I also feel pain?" Venom's voice also sounded in his ears, "Obviously he didn't want me at the beginning and dragged me off him. I hated him, so I wanted to get rid of him at that time.

He, can..."

Bullock knew about his disgraceful history, and his dark heart at that time was no longer worthy of the innocent Gwen Stacey. So he calmed down, held her arm and pushed her away to a certain distance, then lowered his head and wiped it off vigorously.

He wiped his eyes and wiped his clothes and stretched out his hand in front of Chief Stacey: "Nice to see you again, Chief Stacey."

"Well, okay, I'm just here to pick up my daughter." Stacey said in a low voice.

Just when Bullock and Shavig turned to leave, George Stacey said slowly: "The Avengers are not bad people, Mr. Bullock, they just have not had good luck recently. I hope you can stick to the reporter's words."

Faith, give the public a truthful response to the real situation." After saying that, the elevator door slowly closed.

After experiencing these things, Bullock is no longer just a reporter who stands behind public opinion and criticizes evil forces. Even when the Avengers have reached their current situation, he is still eager to work with those who still silently defend the peace of the earth under these heavy pressures.

Heroes stand together.

"Chief Stacey has made a lot of contributions to our training center. He is one of the few truly sensible government officials." Although Dr. Schavig's words were brisk, they made the listener feel heavier.

, Bullock even heard despair in it.

In the restaurant of the Avengers Training Center, everyone was sitting together. In the huge room, there were only the crisp sounds of knives, forks and plates clashing with each other and the sound of chewing. No one spoke, and everyone looked at the table expressionlessly.

Eat instant hot food purely for the sake of eating.

Everyone was silent, no one raised their head to look at others. At this time, the Avengers were like a group of children who had failed the exam and were punished. This tacit understanding of each other was so low that people could not breathe.

They were getting angry. If their mouths were not still moving, onlookers might have thought that the scene in front of them was a modern version of the oil painting "The Last Supper".

The most likely person to play Judas is Colonel Rhodes, who is both an Avenger and a senior military officer. The instant noodles in front of him have almost turned into a lump due to excessive water absorption, but he still fills his mouth one after another.

Big tears couldn't help but mix into the little soup left.

Somehow, the chopsticks that he usually used so easily kept slipping out of his hands. He didn't say anything but stubbornly opened another pair, and then another pair...

When the last pair fell to the ground along with his clean military uniform, he simply grabbed the instant noodles with his hands and stuffed them into his mouth. This usually high-spirited man acted so abnormally at this moment.

It was heartbreaking. After taking a few bites, he lowered his head deeply into the instant noodle box and tried his best to use the raised lid to block himself, who could no longer control his facial expressions.

Although he didn't make any sound, you could tell from his trembling body that he was in pain at this time.

As Tony Stark's best friend, although the two of them often experienced disputes and conflicts, they always stood on the same front in the end. From when Stark was captured by the terrorist Ten Rings gang in the Middle East to when he announced that he was

Iron Man, then the two working together to defend the Stark Expo against the Frankenstein monster named Cable, then to the Mandaling, A.I.M., Sokovia, Berlin Airport...

He is a witness to Iron Man's journey from birth to the present, and he has also witnessed the gradual formation of this alliance thanks to Tony Stark's unremitting efforts.

And now, first Nick Fury and then Tony Stark have become the sinners of the United States. Peter Parker, the Spider-Man who just wants to be a good neighbor to the citizens of New York - among them, the friend with the most innocent and simple ideas is the most

First the lives were lost, and then there was the pressure from the military, especially Secretary of State Ross——

Three days!

In three days, all the Avengers in this room will become wanted criminals around the world. Tony sacrificed everything he had just to buy three days for these partners who had fought side by side to defend the earth.

James Rhodes suddenly felt that there were countless ropes around his body, binding his every action. It was to defend his country that he resolutely joined the army. Unexpectedly, in the end, he once thought that he was extremely glorious and thought that his identity could protect the country.

It has become the biggest obstacle to protecting the people. At this time, he feels that he is more like a spy than Natasha. He hates his current identity. What should he do...

His body was shaking more and more with the despair and entanglement in his heart. He couldn't control himself and blocked his mouth with the solidified dough, trying his best not to make any sound.

Quicksilver Pietro Maximov put the hamburger next to him as quickly as possible and then returned to the position before everyone could react, trying hard to appear as if nothing had happened and continue to eat the burger.

.

Wanda Maximoff trembled and used her superpower to control her emotions that might explode at any time, but from time to time she would still bury her face on Pietro's shoulder next to her. Pietro could feel that the soaked area was even wet.

There were water drops sliding down his clothes.

"Um...well," Natasha Romanoff suddenly broke the silence and spoke the first two words in a hoarse voice that was almost inaudible, then hurriedly cleared her throat and continued, "Where are Bruce and Helen? How are they?

Aren’t you here for dinner?”

She was answered by silence again.

"Wanda?" Romanoff asked tentatively upon seeing this.

"Ah?" Wanda Maximoff stood up in shock and immediately knocked over a large glass of Coke on the table as if waking up from a dream, letting it flow freely across the table and drip onto her clothes, but she

No feeling at all.

"I asked Helen and Bruce..."

"They're right! It's all my fault... If I hadn't made a mistake... I wouldn't have forced us to sign the "Sokovia Accords", and Captain and Mr. Stark wouldn't have... both

It's my fault, if it hadn't been for me, all the things that happened later wouldn't have happened..." Wanda muttered in panic and crying.

"Wanda, please calm down." Potts, with tears in his eyes, tugged on her clothes.

"Everyone of us is sad that something like this happened. Sister, please sit down first..." Pietro quickly stood up and advised.

"No, no, it's just my problem... Vision is gone, the Avengers are destroyed, and in three days everyone will be regarded as a public enemy because of me! The captain's words to persuade me are all lies...

…I should be responsible for my own mistakes, don’t stop me! Pietro, let me go alone, let me exchange for Stark and people’s trust in the Avengers!” Wanda cried.

Just when everyone was about to stop Wanda, who was on the verge of mental collapse, Natasha Romanoff suddenly stood up. Just when everyone no longer knew where to look, she just said lightly:

"I...I'm going to call Bruce and Helen."

Then she quickly walked out of the restaurant where the scene was uncontrollable, and as she slowly closed the door of the restaurant with her back in the quiet corridor, her uncontrollable emotions finally burst out in an instant.

This was the first time since she graduated from the secret agent training camp code-named "Red Room" during World War II that she cried so desperately and helplessly. Even when she and Clint Barton were determined to die in Budapest and persisted until the last moment

She had never been so heartbroken before.

Because at that time, I could distinguish between right and wrong, had my own beliefs, knew why I died, and why I must persevere. But now...

The belief that supported her was gone. Even she herself began to have doubts about whether the Avengers were right or wrong. With such a world-famous appearance, she had wished to be an ordinary person more than once. Although she had been sterilized, it did not hinder her.

She can have a happy family and live a peaceful and indifferent life. She can stay away from these disputes, death and battles, and live a completely different life.

But she convinced herself time and time again that she would work harder and harder, and what she would get in the end would be a bright future. But was the flickering light in the distance the distant stars and moon or a utopia of freedom and happiness?

, she didn’t know that the only thing accompanying her was the endless darkness and the lanterns in her and her companions’ hands.

Where is the future?

Does this kind of step-by-step progress make sense?

Why even chase the increasingly dim light?

She can no longer answer these questions. Is there still hope?

At this time, she also wanted to smash the lantern in her hand and hide in the darkness like most people, so that she could at least get a short period of peace.

(To be continued)