The Death Knell

Su Ming ate the food Xiao Wang brought from the school cafeteria and looked at the college through the window of the principal's office.

The turmoil in the city yesterday did not affect Changdao. At this time, the operation of the college is normal.

After the Mao girls graduated from the academy, most of the current students here are orphans collected from various places. After graduation, they will be assigned to secret fronts or different departments of the company according to their majors.

Of course, if you are particularly talented, you will be transferred directly to Karma Taj. This is also something that the king needs to be responsible for.

The snow outside the window was blown up by the wind, making a slight sound on the glass.

He thought of the crocodiles in the pond. Long Island, New York, is not the traditional ecological environment for alligators, but there are people who like to keep them as pets. The legend of crocodiles in New York's sewers has a long history, and the crocodiles in Su Ming College may have been some earlier. Man's runaway pet.

There is no room for them elsewhere, but there is no problem here. This is the significance of education.

No matter where you come from, as long as you are loyal when you get here, that's all.

"After eating, you go to the Spider Web Headquarters in Hawaii, and I'll go to Washington." Su Ming thought about something, wiped his mouth, stood up, and asked Wang to open the door for him.

The work on Zora's side should be almost progressing now, and the spider web's information should have returned to the headquarters. Let the king pass this information to Selene through magic transmission, and the head of state will no longer be a problem.

Mustache will not die completely so easily, but as long as he does not die, the contract between Deathstroke and Selene cannot be realized, so the woman will definitely try her best, and she will not give up even with such a generous condition.

If she can't do it, then she won't get the benefits, and her mustache will always be haunted by her.

Even if she was lucky enough to do it, Su Ming would just have to sell Mr. Sinister to her without bothering himself.

The real question now is that Steve doesn't know what the situation is and whether he can get over the psychological shadow of killing a lot of his own people.

You know, Monaco can't bear the feeling of guilt, let alone the stupid and naive Steve.

Su Ming had to go take a look. Although he knew that the original plan for Captain America would probably not work, he could not let Steve completely collapse.

As Slade, go to the ruins of the White House, where he and Paige should be now.

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Steve sat on a stone pillar on the side of the road, which was actually the lamp holder after the street lamp was broken. He put the shield with the five-pointed star in front of his eyes and looked at it again, and then looked up at the end of the street. A 'Captain America' is busy directing traffic.

Since they didn't know each other since last night, the two simply acted together. But unlike the other person, that person didn't have much feeling about accidentally killing a large number of US troops. After all, it was either you or me who died, and the other party was controlled. What else can be done?

But Steve couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart.

He had saved thousands of people on the battlefield back then, but before he woke up last night, he probably led the Howling Commandos to kill so many people. He simply couldn't imagine how people would react after the news of these things spread. he.

But there is no doubt that if a loved one dies in the hands of Captain America, then this hatred will be deeply rooted in his heart until one day it breaks out.

"Hey, Captain, what are you thinking about?"

William came over and bumped his shield against his, waking Steve from his memories.

"You are Captain America now, I am just... a temporary guest star." Steve arranged his hair and forced a forced smile.

William also put down his shield, and the two Captain Americas sat side by side. He took off the hood that half covered his face, revealing a face exactly like Steve's: "No, you are my idol. Maybe others don't know it, but for me To me, you are the captain. I’m sorry about what happened last night, because I didn’t know you were back.”

Steve blew a breath and looked at the charred buildings across the road and the dilapidated city beyond: "I also have a problem. I didn't expect that the military would steal my blood to replicate the serum, and I didn't know anything. Affection."

"Oh, what can't those officials do? I've known it for a long time." William shrugged, showing an embarrassed expression: "But it was me who was wrong. You see, I didn't refuse serum transformation or plastic surgery. , and even obeyed the arrangement and used your name and your military registration number to completely disguise themselves as you."

"Maybe we are all wrong, maybe we are all right, but I don't know what to do with the situation in front of me." Steve felt like he was back on the battlefield, and Bucky wasn't there yet: "You also watched it on TV When it came to Mustache’s speech, right? He played the video of me killing people.”

William patted Steve on the shoulder and comforted in a low voice: "That's a modified video. Although I don't know how he did it, the people we killed were all wearing German uniforms, not grass-green military uniforms."

"But in essence, there is nothing wrong with the video. I killed all my own people, all good boys. They were just controlled by others, and there is an antidote now."

Steve's so-called antidote was actually a discovery made by Peggy. She discovered that after knocking the person under control unconscious, she could take off the gas mask and get rid of the control when the person woke up.

It's that simple.

This made Steve even more regretful. Why did he want to kill him? If he just knocked people out with his shield, he could obviously save them.

There is also a mysterious man who can fly in the air. I want to stop him from killing people, but the other person just flicks his finger, and he and his shield fly out. I can't stop him at all. I can only watch the steel storm like a tsunami. Submerge all those armies.

Steve was in a daze, thinking about what it means to be a hero.

William knew what was going on. In fact, Steve was used to being a hero. He had always held himself to a very high moral standard, and his actions continued to conform to the traditional hero image in people's minds.

This is probably to draw a circle for yourself and let yourself act like a saint.

But how can a mortal be like a saint? Because even the Bible is false, there is no such thing as black and white in this world, and so-called heroes may not be as glamorous as in fairy tales.

To be honest, William didn't even know how Captain America, who seemed to have such a moral obsession, survived World War II.

"Who could have predicted what would happen next? Let's leave it like this for now. I have to report to my superiors. Are you waiting here for your girlfriend?"

He patted the snow stains on his pants and stood up. After all, he was just obeying orders. Isn't killing something a soldier should do? I can’t figure out why the captain is so pretentious.

"Goodbye, you are Captain America, I am not." Steve nodded, lowered his head and started playing with his shield again.

He looked at the traces of strong glue on the inside of the shield that seemed indelible.

He had defeated Mustache hundreds of times on stage, and he thought he had defeated him during World War II. But when the devil appeared again and defeated him with just one blow, was this the true strength of that madman?

William sighed. He didn't know what to say. He could only wave his hand and pull up his mask: "Goodbye."

The two people who said goodbye to each other didn't know that this was actually a farewell.