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They had never seen the captain so majestic, and the two of them hurriedly opened the door and left the ward.

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"Is the U.S. government going to take action against the Avengers?" Lancel slowly stood up, put his hat on his head, and made a gesture of leaving.

"This is an internal matter within our Avengers Alliance. We are very grateful that you brought Logan back. As for why he is like this and whether it has anything to do with you, don't worry, we will investigate it clearly. Now we have to leave this base. I

I don’t know why you reappeared in everyone’s sight two years later, and I don’t know what your purpose is. But as long as I am here, the complete annihilation of the X-Men will not happen to the Avengers.”

Rogers' expression was extremely calm, but his words carried an awe-inspiring aura.

"I have passed the age where I was a threat to you, Captain Rogers. I know that I have committed many heinous crimes in my life, but I hope you can give me one last chance..."

"What else do you want? You have been both good and evil not once or twice. Otherwise Professor Xavier would not have been killed by you. It was in vain that he still believed that you could turn from darkness to light, but we don't have him.

So kind!" Wilson interrupted him unbearably.

"Sam." Rogers called his name warningly.

"Well, I understand what you mean." Lansheer glanced at the "Red Wing" micro-drone hovering outside the window. The ultra-small machine gun on it was ready to fire.

"Don't worry, the red wings are made of the same carbon fiber body as my wings, and I've replaced the bullets inside with ceramic ones, so you'd better not have any more bad intentions."

"Sam." Rogers' voice was sterner this time than before.

Lancel smiled, moved slowly, walked to the window sill, and opened the window. The sunlight outside shone on the silver hair on his head, and the cool wind filled the room with the unknown fragrance of flowers.

The whole ward: "The weather is so nice today. Open the windows and don't let glass shards splash on you."

"You... really think we don't dare!" Sam said, taking out two micro-submachine guns from his waist, and Red Wing flew in. The turntable of the micro-machine guns under the fuselage rotated rapidly and made a crisp sound.

"Sam!" Rogers shouted really sharply this time, "Wait for me outside."

"But Steve..."

"Go quickly and take it with you!"

Looking at Steve Rogers' sharp gaze, Sam had no choice but to put away his gun. The red wing also automatically folded back into the card slot in the middle of the wing behind him after lightly touching the microcomputer display on his arm a few times.

.

Before leaving, he gave Lanchel a fierce look, and then left the room angrily.

"Okay, Mr. Lansheer, you can tell me directly what you want." Rogers still said in that tone that was neither humble nor overbearing, and there was still an air of elegance in his seriousness.

"You can become the core of the Avengers, I think you are absolutely worthy of it."

"Thank you. There is only time left now. Please put away these high-sounding compliments and flattery. If you have anything to say, please say it directly."

"Okay, I want to help you rescue Stark."

"Save Stark? Is that why you stay here? To help us?" Rogers had a contemptuous smile on his face.

"I know that your iconic smile has fascinated many girls. I was born during World War II. I am a Jew. My parents were tortured to death in the concentration camps. My mother was shot dead by an officer in front of me. And in

When I was at my most desperate, I saw you smiling like this in the newspaper, which made me hate the world even more." That face that had experienced many vicissitudes of life was full of solemnity.

"You have been in the top five of SHIELD's global most wanted list for so many years. The X-Men were wiped out two years ago. At that time, your name was ranked above Baron Zemo, SHIELD's most wanted criminal.

.How do you make me believe that you are here to help? Don’t you think it’s ridiculous?”

"Because I'm a father."

"What?" Rogers was stunned when he heard this and asked uncertainly.

"Because my son, who I have been secretly protecting, has now joined the Avengers, you don't think that a father's love for his children is not enough to earn your trust, do you?" Lancel said slowly like running water.

"Your son?"

"Well, St. John Ranchel," Ranchel said sadly, "I also had a family, but every time I wanted to live an ordinary life, someone would always come to me to settle old scores, right?

, I am a wanted criminal, yes, but if I want to do anything else, will I stay in a remote place for so long? Once someone knows my identity, I will start an endless escape again, hiding my name. St. John

My mother is the woman I have spent the longest time with, the woman I care about the most, and the last woman I love. I promised her to go out to avoid the limelight and soon pick up mother and son to live in a new place. But..."

"St. John said his parents sent him to an orphanage as early as he could remember..."

"A year later, I formed a brotherhood and had a legal home that truly belonged to mutants. There would no longer be wanted persons and there would be no more discrimination. Mutants and humans could live together harmoniously. I

There was a small house built there that she liked. It had a small terrace where you could see the white fish belly of the sky in the early morning. The bedroom was the light yellow color of cheese, and there was a small yard full of tulips. But when I went back, their mother and son were nowhere to be found.

My neighbor told me that she had suffered a lot this year. She had to work and take care of little St. John. The security in the community was very poor. There were often thieves and robbers. Money loss and robbery were also common. A woman

There is no one to rely on, and there is absolutely no way to deal with this kind of thing..."

At this point, Lanshel's face was filled with tears.

"...The last time, she was not only robbed of money, but also defiled by the group of robbers. This was the last straw that broke the camel's back. She sent two-year-old St. John to an orphanage and then hanged herself at home.

On that fan that we went to a nearby second-hand market to carefully select, it had wood grain and gold rims. I still remember that after installing it, I lowered my head and looked at him while he held the ladder for me.

Julia, looking at me with a straight face, is so beautiful..."

"The hanging of seven heads on the fan was the first vicious case you committed after many years of silence. From then on, the Brotherhood began to take the wrong path under your leadership."

"Yes, Mr. Rogers, I have read your information and know about you and Miss Carter. If she really experienced something like Julia during the time you were frozen, what would you do?

Do? You high-ranking big shots, these heroes have no idea how we at the lowest level live and what kind of dire straits we struggle in. You talk about protecting all mankind and the earth every day, but you can

…But who will protect our safety?”

Rogers was silent. He leaned silently on the hospital bed beside him, staring at the bright floor like a mirror.

After a while, there was a sudden burst of messy footsteps outside the door. Sam opened the door and said anxiously: "We have to leave quickly, captain. Military tanks and helicopters have already assembled at the door. Natasha is worried that they may

We rushed in early, so we called the medical staff to transfer Logan to the plane first."

"So soon?" Rogers nodded and looked down at the watch on his wrist. There were still nearly two hours until 12 o'clock.

Immediately, several medical staff ran in and quickly moved Logan's hospital bed.

Outside the window, armored vehicles, tanks, and bulletproof off-road vehicles colluded together, surrounding the entire Avengers training center like an iron barrel. There were at least six "Apache" armed helicopters on standby in the air, ready to come up and rescue this group of people who have defended mankind countless times.

The safe superheroes are torn apart along with their base.

"Okay, in that case, you can go to Isla Nublar with Agent Romanov. That's the Kabul fighter on the No. 2 apron," Rogers said to Sam after finishing speaking to Lansheer, "

Tell Natasha and ask Peter to drive over and pick up Mr. Lensherr."

"Captain, are you really planning to let him..."

"Execution, Sam Wilson!" Rogers shouted.

"Yes!!" Wilson shouted holding his breath.

"No need, kid, I'll take the rear for you, you go quickly!" Lancel said in the loudest voice he could make at his age.

"This is no time for joking, Mr. Lansheer. Secretary of State Ross has charged us with treason and crimes against humanity. We will also be hanged after arrest. Therefore, anyone who resists has the right to kill us immediately. It is obvious outside the window.

They are heavy weapons transferred from the nearby 108th Armored Infantry Division, as well as the Delta Force that was guarding here before. How could you be allowed to come to the rear at your age? Besides, you are here for St. John, and now he has to follow Romanov too.

When the agents go to Isla Nublar, wouldn't it be possible to stay with him by following them?"

"I'm not kidding, Captain Rogers. He has now joined the Avengers. As an Avenger, he should face some things independently. I know that you will not let any member get into trouble or leave anyone behind."

The members don't care, so my mission is to help you Avengers leave successfully, and this is also for my son. As long as the Avengers are here, I don't have to worry about the safety of St. John." Lancel said, and the whole building started to move.

Tremble.

"Oh oh oh, what's going on, Steve..." Sam exclaimed, holding on to the door frame.

"Eric Lensher..." Rogers didn't know what to say for a moment, "I apologize for my contemptuous smile before."

"After all, I have made too many mistakes in the past, but I really didn't want to kill President Kennedy at the time. I wanted the bullet to deflect, but his car suddenly slowed down and the bullet hit him just right, but no one believed me.

, Hahaha," Lancel suddenly swept away his previous low mood, and showed a kind smile on his face, "I'll borrow this building to use some steel bars. Don't worry, I know it. It's not a load-bearing wall, it's just going to vibrate a little.

, you should leave quickly."

"On behalf of the entire Avengers, I want to thank you."

"No need to say thank you. Take care of St. John for me." After saying that, he jumped out of the window and levitated in mid-air about three meters above the ground with the help of the magnetic force of the steel bars and other metals in the building.

"Wan... Magneto?" The star-level officer holding a telescope was shocked. He swallowed hard as he looked at the tanks wrapped in thick iron sheets and the armed helicopters in the sky.

"He actually dared to come out. He has been silent for more than two years. We were already preparing to delete him from the wanted list. Unexpectedly, he...he actually sided with the Avengers now." The adjutant on the side added.

"Where's your sniper? He's over 70 now, and his reflexes are definitely not as good as before. You can see that he's a little unable to maintain balance in mid-air. I think your Delta Force snipers are about the same. I'll think about it when the time comes.

Let me share the credit."

"There are still one hour and 25 minutes left. Why are you in a hurry?" The captain of Delta Alpha Team said nonchalantly, but he was restless in his heart.

"Huh? Really? But why do I look at the leader of Alpha Team, known as the elite Delta force, as more anxious than me?" the star officer joked.

"It is a soldier's bounden duty to obey orders. There is no point in being anxious." Captain Alpha said calmly.

"Oh, that's right, but why do I think that what you're anxious about and what I'm anxious about are not the same result? The squad leader is anxious because they can't escape before 12 o'clock, right?" the star officer smiled evilly.

"Please don't use your unfounded speculation as the basis for conviction." The team leader was still calm and composed. He was obviously a special team member who had received professional and special training.

"Haha, you won't be convicted, you are too nervous," the star officer laughed twice, then finished speaking loudly, and then whispered into the squad leader's ear, "But you don't know, I have a special emergency.

"I have the right to dispose of them. I can still order compulsory arrest in advance without waiting until 12 o'clock, because they have obvious tendency to escape and resist arrest, and this is enough."

"you……"

"Reporting to the commander, the suspects Steve Rogers and Sam Wilson have arrived at the No. 1 apron, and the three Kun fighter jets have begun preparations for flight."

"Okay, let the self-propelled howitzer team prepare. They will shoot it down as soon as it leaves the ground. Ask them to shoot more accurately for me."

A proud smile appeared on the star officer's face, while the expression of the Alpha Team leader became increasingly stiff.

"Is it really okay to leave Eric Lensherr alone there?" When he got off the off-road vehicle driven by Peter Rasputin and stood on the No. 1 tarmac, Sam Wilson looked at the road not far away.

Magneto hovered in front of countless cannons and machine guns without any fear, and he felt a little unbearable, and the resentment he felt just now was completely gone.

"I don't know." Captain America held his shield and looked at the self-propelled howitzer position on one side.

"Everything is ready, captain," Romanov said from the earphone, "there is still one hour, let's get out of here quickly."

"No, don't worry yet," Rogers looked at the soldiers operating the howitzers busy. Although the black muzzles were facing different places, it was obvious that they were ready to fire at any time. After so many years in the army, the captain still had this experience.

"Changing the strategy, Sam and I went to interfere with their howitzer positions. It was too early to start preparations for firing an hour in advance. The field artillery in 1942 did not need to start preparations so early."

"You mean, they will launch an attack in advance?" Rasputin had just driven the off-road vehicle into the Kabul fighter. Romanov signaled the driver not to close the hatch yet, and ran out with his binoculars to observe the training.

Artillery position outside the central fence.

"What's wrong, Cortana?" Bruce Banner saw that her expression was not good, so he hurried out and looked through Romanoff's telescope.

"This scene...is too similar to the blocking battle between Clint and I in Budapest," she said, handing the binoculars to Banner, then putting her hand on the miniature headset and saying, "This is not a situation that you and Sam can handle.

That's right, six howitzers, and then helicopters will supplement it, almost covering the whole area! Let the plane transporting Logan take off from apron No. 3. There will also be Coulson and the Aegis he brought.

Bureau agents, we still need them for our communication, navigation, and information intelligence."

"Okay, let them go first." Rogers said helplessly in the headset. He really wanted Romanov to lead the team and leave together, but the reality was indeed much worse than expected.

"You and Sam come to our No. 2 unit and go with them. The No. 1 unit is too far forward. Tony is still waiting for you to rescue him. We are here to buy time for you." Romanov paused briefly and continued.

explain.

Of course Rogers knew that with such a dense concentration of grenades, no matter how many people there were, it would be useless. Romanov must have said this with great determination during the pause.

"I didn't expect that the first battle of this operation would be against the U.S. military." Rogers tightened the hand strap behind the shield in his hand tightly on his arm again, "It seems that we still have to use the old method."

"Oh, well, Captain America will never leave any team member behind, right?" Romanov said helplessly.

At this moment, a sharp siren suddenly sounded in the distance around them, and dozens of blue and white police cars marked "NYPD (New York Police Department)" and "SORT (Special Operations Response Team)" were marked on them.

"The black explosion-proof vehicles drove into the fence of the Avengers Training Center in northern New York. One of them turned off its siren and stopped in front of Rogers.

"Chief Stacey?" Rogers was surprised, "Are you..."

I saw Chief Stacey wearing a straight police uniform, with a green background and a badge with 12 gold stars. It is the highest medal of honor of the New York City Police Department. It is not an important holiday, and the chief will not dress so formally.

I saw him adjusting his police cap very rigorously and came to Rogers, gave a very standard military salute and said: "I have tried my best, captain. I brought everyone with me on this trip."

We are here to take our hero home."

"Who?" Rogers was confused.

"Spider-Man, Peter Parker." Gwen Stacy got out of the car door on the other side, with a small white flower on her chest. The police car that followed closely behind was Mary Jane Waugh.

Sen and Spider-Man's aunt Mrs. May Benn.

"I heard that I was going to see Peter off, so I hurriedly followed him." Aunt May walked over with red eyes and said to Rogers.

Following the police car was a beautiful black carriage, with a shiny black coffin on top, and a shiny silver spider logo on the head. Behind it was a mighty convoy of reporters: newspapers, news agencies, and TV stations.

The training center was completely surrounded.

"Just arrange for one person to stay and deal with the aftermath, captain. The rest can leave. I'll go talk to the military about this matter now."

"What's going on? Steve?" Coulson's surprised voice came from the micro earphone, "The police want us to move Peter Parker's body to their coffin."

"You guys go over there, Aunt May, Mary Jane and Gwen. Peter's body is on the Kabul fighter plane on the third apron."

The star-rated officers outside the fence were shocked by the scene in front of them. Police cars lined up in front of them, and special police officers holding explosion shields also lined up neatly in front of the cars to form a human wall. The patrol police officers led

The reporter group walked to the other side, arranged cameras and positions for them, and left a road in the middle big enough for the majestic carriage to pass.

"Chief Stacey, please explain to me what is going on?" The officer saw George Stacey's fat face flushed with anger when he saw George Stacey who had just arranged the police team.

"What's going on? Spider-Man is a hero in New York City. The mayor has approved a state funeral for him today. Is there any problem?" George Stacey's focus was still on arranging the police force. He only heard the question.

He answered perfunctorily.

"Do you know what day it is today?!" the star officer said angrily, shaking the stars on his shoulders.

"I know, Spider-Man Day." Sheriff Stacey said lightly, still looking down at the planning map.

"Then you shouldn't have stopped me from arresting those criminals. If it was because of your delay, can you bear the responsibility?" the star officer said viciously.

"Please be clear, this is New York, not your military base. I didn't stop you from doing anything. I just completed the task assigned to me by the mayor and arranged the broadcast for this world-famous broadcast. You want to show off your muscles?"

I don’t object, but please don’t hinder my work, okay?” Sheriff Stacey was unmoved, but raised his head and stared into his eyes and spoke sharply.

"you……"

"Furthermore, it seems that arresting criminals should be what our police should do, but brothers from the National Guard have come forward again. A few days ago, you launched the army without even reporting it to the city government.

Come here and our New York Police Department has already given you a lot of respect, so even if you are a five-star general coming to New York, you have to abide by the arrangements here." After speaking, Chief Stacey left without looking back.

.

"George Stacey!!" the star officer shouted angrily.

He responded with "Amazing Grace" played by Scottish bagpipes.

Desolate and sad, soaring into the sky.

Then everyone present collectively bowed their heads in silence. The captain of the Alpha team took the lead in leading the team members to close their eyes and lower their heads. The star officer looked around and helplessly asked the adjutant to pass a message to all the soldiers to follow him in silence. Then he continued in a low voice: "Give Ross

The Secretary of State is calling.”

On the tarmac, Eddie Brock carried Spider-Man's coffin onto the carriage and said to Rogers: "Let me stay. I owe Peter Parker a lot. He also saved my life. I think I should go and deliver it."

His last journey. I am a native New Yorker, leave all the aftermath work here to me. And I am not considered an Avenger yet, nor am I a target of arrest. So it is most appropriate for me to stay, and I still

I can deliver information to you at any time as a reporter."

The Avengers looked at Bullock's determined expression and knew that although Osborn Company had fallen, its spreading roots were still rooted in the city, and it was still full of dangers. Without Spider-Man, the hearts of the citizens of this city

The sustenance has collapsed. How to save the city again and restore the hearts and minds of the people who have experienced two wars will also be no small challenge.

"Okay, keep in touch. Although this country can no longer tolerate the existence of Avengers, justice will never be absent. Come on, Brock, you are an Avenger now." Rogers said solemnly and stretched out his hand.

With tears in his eyes, Eddie Brock quickly stretched out his hands to hold the captain's hand, unable to control himself with excitement.

"Captain, it's getting late, hurry up and set off. After 12 o'clock, we have to arrest you. Our honor guard is also about to set off." Sheriff Stacey came over and said.

"On behalf of all the Avengers, I would like to express my gratitude to you and the people of New York." Rogers led all the Avengers to bow deeply to Chief Stacey, "But I have one more request."

"Speaking."

"I want to take him with me."

"You mean Magneto?" Chief Stacey looked through the car window with some surprise at Magneto, Eric Lensherr, who was handcuffed in the back seat of the police car.

"Yes, he is also one of us." Rogers said firmly.

The Avengers behind looked at each other in shock, unable to believe the captain's decision.

"Captain..." Romanov looked at him in confusion.

"Steve, do you want to think about it again?" Bruce Banner also said softly from behind.

Only Sam Wilson had no doubts on his face. He knew how righteously this 70-year-old man asked to stay and serve as queen for them. As a public enemy and a complete criminal who has been spurned by others all his life, he was willing to sacrifice his old age.

He used his last moments to atone for his sins. Although he is not sure whether the world can forgive him, for a person who has been labeled as a bad guy all his life, strong courage and belief are far more necessary than the sacrifice of heroes.

"I hope you can approve it." Rogers remained firm.

"The two most serious charges he was convicted of were treason and crimes against humanity, which are consistent with the charges the government has convicted you. I hope you are all wronged. What you say and do is to protect the world," Si

Daisy sighed, and could clearly feel the conflict in his heart, "Okay, John, give Magneto to them."

"Chief Stacey..."

"Needless to say, we didn't come here today to arrest people. Moreover, when we caught Magneto, he did not resist, but got into the car calmly. I am willing to trust Captain America's judgment. But if we meet again in New York in the future,

See you, I'm going to arrest you, please forgive me." Stacey gave a standard military salute again.

"Now you can go protect your son and go to the second apron, Mr. Lansheer." Rogers pointed to the Avengers led by Romanov in front and said to the second apron. It can be clearly seen.

The backs of the Human Torch, St. John Lensherr, and Colossus, Peter Rasputin, walking towards the end.

The old man sighed, straightened his bowler hat and got on the plane next to Rogers and Sam Wilson.

"Captain..." Wilson first noticed that Lancel was following him, so he whispered to Rogers.

Rogers turned around and asked calmly: "Can you tell me the reason?"

"You and Tony Stark are the core of the Avengers. If we want to keep the Avengers, we must ensure your safety. I think my old bones can still be of some help." Lancel

He also responded firmly.

Rogers nodded and said, "Sam, tell him the details of this mission."

Wilson made a helpless expression and said, "Well, now I don't know if you will remember it when the time comes."

"I have led the Brotherhood to fight the X-Men for so many years, and I feel that at least I am still not confused." Magneto said, his eyes still looking out of the hatch.

"Plane 3 takes off."

"Plane 2 takes off."

The broadcast in the cabin came with reporting instructions.

"Captain, we are also ready to take off." the pilot asked.

After receiving Rogers' affirmative reply, the fuselage shook slightly, the aircraft's tail flame gradually increased, and a black dot was printed on the ground, and the fuselage slowly left the ground.

"Plane 3 takes off," the pilot said into the headset.

"Please don't close the hatch." Lancel said suddenly.

The pilot, captain and Falcon all looked at him in confusion.

I saw him standing on the hatch, with a carriage and an honor guard marching slowly accompanied by a Scottish bagpipe performance. Behind him were Peter Parker's friends and relatives during his lifetime, as well as those who spontaneously came to see him off. They were all unified.

Wearing a black dress, from a distance it looked like a long black snake running through the scene, and police cars also collectively sounded their sirens in mourning.

The scene was very depressing.

"Secretary of State's order. Shoot them down, quickly!" the star officer suddenly shouted forcefully to the adjutant before he put down the phone.

Soon, the muzzles of the anti-aircraft cannon and the surface-to-air rocket launchers turned collectively.

"I knew things were definitely not that simple." Lancel stood at the edge of the hatch and said softly, "I have seen the ugly faces of sinister villains too many times."

Rogers and Wilson also came over quickly after hearing the news.

"In front of the world's media, are they crazy? Rose is crazy too?" Wilson said in surprise.

"It seems they are unwilling to let us go so easily." Rogers said silently.

"Let me go. When I was in Washington, on the day the SHIELD building was destroyed, three aerospace carriers and even a single kiln didn't stop me." Wilson said, tapping the screen on his arm a few times, and the wings behind him

It was activated to standby mode, and the red wings flew out.

"It's too late, young man, let me move this old bone." Lancel said, reaching out to stop the Falcon who was about to attack, hanging his top hat on the gun rack aside, and then walked forward to the Avengers.

The training center stretched out its arms.

A scene that stunned everyone appeared. The whole building began to shake under the slow movement of Lansheel's trembling hands. Lansheel's old face turned red, and large beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from his eyes.

The silver strands blown by the high air currents oozed out and hung on the cheeks.

"Are you kidding?" The star officer looked at the training center building next to him and his jaw dropped. Then the adjutant, who was even more frightened than him, shouted, "What are they waiting for? Launch quickly!!"

Before the reporters, police and mourners present could react, they heard deafening machine gun and artillery fire all around.

When Lancel saw this, he gritted his teeth, frowned and shook his hand. Half of the training center's outer wall then decomposed into countless pieces and flew towards the No. 1 aircraft he was riding in, suspended about a hundred meters behind.

In mid-air, it re-formed into a thick wall, blocking them from the ground.

(To be continued)