"At the beginning, I wondered why it was so coincidental that T'Challa and I were on the phone when he was attacked. Unless, somebody, wants to lead us there. Stark said in a deep voice.

"Coincidentally, we arrived just at the moment when he started, and then we heard him shout 'Hydra', no matter how stupid the Hydra people are, they are an espionage organization after all, and no spy organization has to let witnesses know who did it after sending killers to kill people. ”

Steve also frowned deeply, and said: "It does seem a little strange, but it may also be a coincidence, and what puzzles me even more is that the difficulty of our dealing with Hydra has suddenly increased, and this matter is even more suspicious." ”

"They're forcing us to come together, because if we get together from time to time, he'll be able to stir up emotions between us, and then set us against each other, and finally start a war."

Speaking of this, several humans had a chill on their backs, Steve slowly closed his eyes, he exhaled, leaned back on the back of the chair, as if he had lost all strength, and said, "...... Do you know how that world war began? ”

Everyone was silent, and it was clear that this was not a question that anyone could relate to, and even the cause that was written in the textbook looked like a conspiracy.

"There is still room for war between ordinary people, but not between us, and once the war starts, not only New York, but also the country, the continent and even the earth may be extremely seriously damaged." Steve gave a sad expression, clearly thinking of something.

"Hive...... Hydra ......" Stark closed his eyes slightly, but the exposed part contained a sharp light, and the light in his eyes was brighter on his tired face.

Suddenly, Steve stood up, and looking down at his scarred, dusty uniform and his unbright shield that had been worn out from a great battle, he stepped towards Stark, who was still lying on the ground.

Stark's armor was no longer as polished as new, the shiny metal had been scratched with various marks, some parts were still smoking, and there was a bloody mark on the side of his sideburns, as if it had been scraped from the fall.

At this time, the two of them looked at each other quietly, both feeling ridiculous for each other's disgraced posture.

Steve wiped his face, looked at his arm again, and said, "If that's what happens when the two of us get into a fight......

He took a deep breath, shook his head, and continued, "I'm glad that this happened in this state, both of us are still alive, no missing arms or legs, no bleeding, no standing up......"

Steve leaned down, as if trying to get Stark up, but Stark rolled over, dodged Steve's shadow in a somewhat embarrassed gesture, and then slowly got up from the ground, stumbled a few times, and stood opposite him.

When the two of them faced each other, they both saw the same faith and flame in each other's eyes, and Stark still looked up with his head high, lowered his eyes, and looked at Steve with the lower part of his eyes, and said, "I think I won, but I don't feel proud at all." ”

"We've almost knocked a planet to ruins, and if I wake up from a dream now and see an Earth like this......" Stark shuddered a little as he breathed, and his tail note took a sharp turn: "I don't even know how to avenge it, because it's us who did it." ”

"I did everything I could to keep this from happening." Steve pursed his lips and said, "There are many people like me who not only give their best, but also give their lives to prevent this from happening,"

"If they really plan to do this...... Stark raised his voice, "then I'll tell them by action that they've got the wrong person." ”

Steve looked into his eyes and was silent, then Stark lifted his somewhat smoking arm, paused in mid-air, and slammed it on Steve's shoulder.

Both exhausted men fell.

The sound of them falling to the ground was a little dull, like a sudden thunder in the never-ending night and heavy rain.

And in addition to the thunder, there is also a light that is as hopeful as the dawn.

The picture on the projection screen froze at this moment, and in Schiller's temple of thought, Schiller, wearing a long black trench coat, slowly spoke: "Perhaps, this is the difference between your world and Gotham, there are dark nights, rainy nights, but there are also lightning bolts that pierce the sky and bring light. ”

"I've often felt that Iron Man and Batman are a bit alike." Schiller, who was in a white coat, spoke, but then, he shook his head and said, "But Batman doesn't have Captain America, or even if he does, he will never punch him like Stark just did." ”

"I'm done with that madman's plan, now it's up to you, right?" Schiller, who was in a long black trench coat, turned his head and looked at himself next to him, and Schiller, who was in a white coat, looked at the ceiling and said, "What are you talking about?" I don't understand. ”

"We're all one, and you're still going to make a fool of yourself? Or to put it more plainly, how was T'Challa attacked? ”

"A Hydra conspiracy, of course." The white-clad Schiller smiled, paused, and added, "Of course, I provided a little help, really only a little." ”

"Why are you dealing with Hydra? Don't tell me you're a good guy with a righteous heart who wants to help the Avengers deal with their worst enemy. ”

"Of course not, remember the first time I went to S.H.I.E.L.D. for counseling?"

"Remember, all the agents shun you, but that's normal, is that why you hold a grudge against them?"

"No, they don't come for counseling, I'm happy, but have you forgotten? They broke the smoke alarm in my office and almost got me in the rain, and at that time, I didn't have an umbrella. ”

The projection screen lit up again, and in the office of Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller was fiddling with a small contraption with a manual and a mess of parts in his hand.

While disassembling the smoke alarm device a little awkwardly, he whispered to himself, "It looks like someone has installed other infrared sensors in it, so that they can control the smoke alarms in every room at any time......"

As he spoke, he violently removed one of the parts, put it in his hand and looked at it, but he didn't see anything, and then threw it on the table again, and the smoke alarm in his hand had completely fallen apart.

Schiller turned around, pulled out another box of smoke alarms of the same model from under his desk, and threw the one he had broken into the trash, where there were already the remains of seven or eight smoke alarms, and they didn't walk very peacefully.

After all the smoke alarms of the same model in that box were all in trouble, Schiller finally came to a simple conclusion - there were indeed people in S.H.I.E.L.D. who could control the smoke alarms in every room, and the incident when the smoke alarms suddenly went off and sprinkled water that day was either an accident or someone was behind it.

For the next two days, Schiller spent his time in S.H.I.E.L.D., sometimes chatting with Natasha and smoking, sometimes eating in the cafeteria with Coulson, and sometimes chatting with Nick about economics in his office......

And in the middle of the twilight, Schiller returned to the nursing home, and then, in a medical notebook, wrote a name - "Grant Ward".

A few days later, a flurry of names appeared in the medical notebook, with an arrow drawn next to Grant Ward's name pointing to John Garrett, and next to the name John Garrett, another arrow pointing to Alexander Pierce.

"I don't have a grudge against Pierce, he wants to be a Hydra, but who told him to not even let go of the smoke alarm in order to strengthen his control before leaving S.H.I.E.L.D., and he had to get an additional remote control system to control the alarm? I also left the system for Garrett, and a remote control for Ward......"

Schiller, in the white coat in his chair, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I know I'm not popular, but that's not a reason why they want to drench me in soup, I didn't even have an umbrella at that time...... Remember what you said? ”

Schiller, dressed in black, turned his head to look at him, and the two of them showed a hearty smile, and he said, "When I don't have an umbrella, no one wants to rain." ”

Schiller, in a white coat, leaned back in his chair and looked ahead, his tone calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Working at S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me the opportunity to meet Pierce, and one day, I visited him to talk to him about a business about vibranium."

"At that time, he didn't know that the new material molten steel was about to be born, and no one knew about it except us, and when I told him the news, he immediately realized the business opportunity, because molten steel would replace vibranium."

"This means that if the Wakandans know about this news, the price of vibranium will definitely take a big plunge, and they will rush to sell their vibranium to cash in to resist the impact of new materials."

"Sure enough, Pierce contacted Eric, the leader of the second largest tribe in Wakanda, and he sent Crow to contact Eric, but Eric the lion opened his mouth, which is not surprising, he wants to make enough money at once, and then go to shake the rule of T'Challa."

"At this point, I gave Pierce another suggestion, instead of using the information gap to buy vibranium in advance, it is better to put Eric in power, stir up the situation in Wakanda, and then manipulate it, you know, like every coup d'état in Africa."

"Actually, I don't need to remind him, Pierce thought of this, but the reason why he didn't do it right away was because he was suspicious of Eric's loyalty, and to my disappointment, he didn't have a strong brainwashing method himself, and in the end I had to come."

"I used the madness to infiltrate Eric's subconscious and give him hints, of course, he has a deep ill will towards T'Challa, and I do more to get him to say the right thing at the right time."

"That toxin ......"

"You are all too familiar, didn't you just pull it out of Konstantin's body? According to Konstantin, the Cursed Soul is also a rarity in that world, and no one in this world has ever seen it. ”

After listening to Schiller, who was in a black trench coat, he adjusted his posture and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, and said, "It seems that this time the three of us have worked together to accomplish a big thing. ”

"In terms of the order of action, you want to take revenge on the hydra, so you planned the assassination of T'Challa, which led to the hive hydra and broke my umbrella, so I planned the alien civil war, and in the end, that madman and the rain from another world brought everything to a perfect end."

Schiller, in a white coat, leaned forward, picked up a glass from the coffee table in front of him, and poured a glass of wine for himself and his other self.

From the back of the sofa, the two wine glasses collided together, and the foam of the wine collided slowly rose upward, and the room unfolded like a box.

A large hand holds a green-haired block figure with a cylindrical head and a C-shaped hand in the center of the room.

A green-haired figure looked down, looked at the three building block figures in the box that looked exactly the same, only had different clothes and hair colors, and said with a smile:

"We're three detectives, aren't we?"

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Actually, it's still three/detective

It is the god of neurosis

Hee-hee

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