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"You should have guessed that this day would come, Steve." A tall, muscular man sat next to Steve and handed him a can of beer. The two were chatting on the park bench.

"Yes, but I didn't expect them to dare to do this." Steve took a sip of beer.

"Ha, don't be stupid, why are they afraid? This country is no longer the same country as the one you fought for, Steve. She may have been beautiful and shining, but now she is just a wrinkled woman.

The ugly old woman who still takes hyaluronic acid, her hands are like devil's claws, greedy and bitter, she wants to take everything she sees as her own."

The man said meanly as he downed half a bottle of beer in one gulp.

"Don't say that, Jack, unless you want to go in again. They're watching you all the time."

"As if I care. That's all they can do, can't they? A group of cowards without a seed, hiding behind the scenes to control everything, and think they are so great." Jack said with a sneer, his face was cold.

It was rough and rough, like a stone under a frozen river bed in winter, and still had a military-style haircut.

Steve sighed. He suddenly realized that his beloved country had become unfamiliar. He didn't want to talk about it anymore, so he changed the topic.

"Let's talk about something else. Are you still doing those things?"

"What do you mean?" Jack laughed. When he laughed, he did not make people feel peaceful. On the contrary, he looked like a lion baring its teeth, dangerous and deadly.

"Do you know what I'm referring to, what case has the great Jack Richard solved recently?" Steve asked with a smile.

"A case?" Jack seemed to have heard something ridiculous. He laughed and shook his head, patting the armrest of the bench hard. After a while, he answered Steve: "That can't be called a case.

There is no client, but you can call it that, after all, it is about you."

Steve raised his eyebrows: "Mine?"

Jack turned his head, and the cold wind blew across his face. The man took a sip of beer and looked at Steve. His eyes were distant and deep, as if what he was looking at was not Steve Rogers, but something else.

.

His voice seemed to come from the horizon, and Steve's heart suddenly beat very fast. He squinted his eyes and felt uneasy.

"Yes, want to hear it?"

Steve turned his head, looked at the scene in front of him, and took a sip of beer: "...Of course, why not?"

Jack Richard's smile disappeared, and he said expressionlessly: "Then, you'd better be mentally prepared."

"Do you know how much money our government has made on your behalf since you disappeared?"

"Is that all you want to say? I know they're doing it, but the money is being donated to a charitable foundation..."

"Yes, yes. Charitable foundation. You really believe what they say, Steve. I don't know whether to call you stupid or naive." Jack Richard shook his head. He knew that he

What he said next might break a man down, but he never lied, not to mention that he was facing Steve Rogers.

"Steve, the comics, clothes, toys, or other things they released in your name over the years. The money was indeed transferred to a foundation - but it wasn't a real foundation.

.”

"That's an empty shell."

"It took me three months of research before I could confirm this. After that, I used my connections to find a retired general. Three days after we talked at his home, he committed suicide."

"I found the medical examiner, and the file he wrote was that he committed suicide by hanging, and there were five bullet holes in the back of the old man's body. A nine-millimeter pistol. Suicide? Go fuck yourself."

"So it took me another half a week to find the murderer. I was not surprised that they had disappeared from this world. All the identities I had used before were false, and there were no clues for me to trace. The next day,

I woke up in the motel with a plane ticket to France, a passport and a sum of money on the table. I knew then that if I didn't want to die, it was best not to mention this to anyone.

"

"But you told me."

"Yes, Steve. I told you because I don't care about their threats." Jack Richar laughed. He drank the remaining beer in one gulp and said easily: "I guess that's it.

Now, while I am talking to you, someone is aiming at my head with more than three sniper rifles. Look at the building opposite, is the top floor of it very suitable for use as a sniper point?"

Steve looked up and nodded.

Jack gave a big middle finger to the roof of the building and laughed loudly: "This is their style! They don't even dare to face me in person. Do you think they are afraid?"

Jack turned to look at Steve, with no smile in his eyes: "Some things must be revealed, Steve. I firmly believe this, even if it costs me my life."

"That foundation is a charitable foundation on the surface, but all the money behind it was transferred to another anonymous account. Even with the authority of the general, no relevant information can be found, so you can imagine the people behind it

.”

Steve squeezed the beer can in his hand tightly.

"As for the purpose? I don't know. You need to check it yourself. Take care, captain."

After saying that, he left. Without any unnecessary words, his departure was as sudden as his appearance. Steve suddenly realized that that was the first time Jack Richard called him captain in the five years they had known each other.

But he didn't expect that it would be the last time.

He was left alone to continue sitting on the park bench, with the bleak cold wind blowing through his hair. For the first time in his life, Steve Rogers felt powerless. When he was still a thin man, he faced the gangsters in the alley.

He didn't feel powerless when facing the German demons in human skin; he didn't feel powerless when facing the aliens.

Why? Because he knows what he is fighting for.

But now that everything was settled, he was sitting on a park bench in the most prosperous city in his country, feeling a deep emptiness.

"Is it all worth it?" he asked himself, but couldn't get any answer.

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Steve, who was drinking in a veteran's bar, looked up at the TV. The news was being broadcast on it, and a blond woman in a red suit was talking.

"Breaking news, just now, the famous illegal detective Jack Richard died of unknown reasons..."

The bartender, who had his back to him, frowned and grinned disdainfully: "What the hell, unknown reason? You stupid cousin, just say he was murdered! Are you right, Captain?"

He turned around and saw that Steve had disappeared and there were twenty dollars lying on the table.

"...team leader?"

A man in the corner shouted drunkenly: "Where is the captain here?!"

The bartender muttered: "It's strange, he was still here just now."