Washington, D.C.

S.H.I.E.L.D., three-curved wing building.

Maria Hill pushed open the door and said to the figure standing by the window, "Director, it's almost time."

"Ciel, do you think we should change the headquarters?"

In less than three months, there have been two large-scale building damage incidents, and the cause is also inseparable from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Last time, one building was completely shattered and collapsed, while the others lost mainly lighting, glass and some office supplies.

This time, perhaps the previous impact was too hidden, so when the demon called "Mephisto", whose upper body was hundreds of meters high, appeared, and caused earthquakes again and again, more than half of the small buildings of the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters collapsed, and most of the rest became dangerous buildings.

The only ones that stand strong are the low, extremely deep underground main building, the Sanqu Wing Building, and the newly built Armed Forces Garrison Building next to it.

Of course, the main reason for considering changing the address of the headquarters is that the impact and spread of this time are too wide.

The White House site turned into a lava pit, and the group of people who had taken refuge in the underground fortress in advance were almost all roasted.

A month later, the sulphur-smelling heat still rises day and night.

In a battle that lasted less than half an hour, tens of thousands of people were killed and wounded throughout the city, and the death was horrific, with mountains of corpses piled up, and the construction and economic losses were enormous.

And because this incident was undoubtedly a demonic rebellion, many of the citizens who survived fled.

Mo said that Nick Fury had the idea of relocating, and if it weren't for the special location of Washington, D.C., the headquarters of major international organizations, and the reasons for calming people's minds, the government would have wanted to leave more than him.

After all, religious beliefs here are widespread and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people, and the understanding and fear of demons naturally accumulate from small to large.

Besides.

Mephistopheles's standard appearance, who is not afraid to see it?

In the Internet era, it fermented for a month, and now the whole world knows that there is a demon here.

"I can't move away." Hill's answer was succinct and to the point.

Fury couldn't help but sigh, "yes, you can't move it."

There are Helicarriers docked in the underground base, and there are many that are under construction, plus all kinds of supporting facilities, as well as a huge amount of resources that have been continuously invested over the years, it is not something that can be moved.

"Then it is necessary to diversify the risk." He said again suddenly.

When Hill heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, but he said quietly: "This year's funds can no longer be adjusted, the investment in the sub-base is too large, and the best way is to lengthen the construction period, otherwise it will not be affordable at all."

"I know. But there will always be a way." Fury turned around and looked at Hill with one eye, "We're willing to wait, but the enemy won't give us time."

Pointing out the window, he said, "In less than three months, two major events, the enemy was something we did not expect. We can't hope that there will be another 'holy sword' in the future. Therefore, the construction of the sub-base cannot be stopped, and the Avengers plan must be promoted immediately, in the huge universe, our strength is too weak to wait!"

There was a momentary dazor on Ciel's face, and it was as if she saw the silent young agent with cold eyes in front of her eyes again.

"I see, I'll figure out how to adjust."

Funding and resources are limited, and to implement more ideas outside of the plan, they must be apportioned, or open-sourced.

Fury: "The Avengers plan should be approved this time, and the first batch of funds allocated by the World Security Council can be handed over to you."

"The Avenger ......"

"They're not going to be short of money."

Looking at his determined eyes, Hill could only accept.

Immediately, the two went downstairs and drove to Potomac Park.

Moments later, the distance was still far away, and the traffic was already jammed with impassability.

On both sides of the street, even cars

The roads were crowded with people who came spontaneously.

The sight spread from miles away to the center of Potomac Park, where the funeral was held.

People held carnations in their hands, bowed their heads slightly, and moved slowly forward in silence with the crowd.

When Fury saw a girl holding flowers and weeping secretly outside the window, he suddenly spoke.

"He's the first Avenger."

Hill understood what he meant, and agreed, "He's a good role model."

"Hehe, mainly because his power is like that of a legendary angel, not to mention that he has summoned a holy light that can destroy demons in public. If he were still alive, he would have had his door knocked down. Get out of the car, let's take a helicopter."

There was no regret in his tone.

Thankfully, there seems to be more.

Hill couldn't help but purse her lips slightly, she didn't fail to understand Fury's thoughts, she also recognized Fury's thoughts. However, in reality, she can't be so contemptuous, even callous, to a person who has already been sacrificed like Fury.

Perhaps, this is the last step between her and the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Looking down from the sky.

It's obviously crowded, but there is no hustle and bustle.

The silence at this moment is more shocking than the roar.

In a few moments, the helicopter arrived in the center of the park.

Around the park, flowers have been sent to hide the lush grass below.

A field was divided, police were dispersed, agents were guarded, and a rapid response special force led by Rumlow was on guard and on guard.

In the very center, a large red cloth shrouds a tall sculpture.

When the hour comes, the bell rings.

One by one, familiar or strange, people walked up to the sculpture to give speeches, which was nothing more than listing Lane's life, then telling about his exploits and contributions, and finally expressing their grief and nostalgia.

Red, Fury and Pierce also took turns playing.

The atmosphere is solemn, solemn, sad, and painful.

A moment later.

A group walked out.

Led by Red, Antonia, Zemo, Sharon, Yelena, Jessica, and John followed.

They were all dressed in black suits, black sunglasses, and expressionless.

Several people held the red cloth together and pulled it hard at the same time.

The red cloth slid down, and a white marble statue more than ten meters high came into view.

Exclamations erupted from the crowd.

Dressed in battle armor, holding a sword in one hand, his face is clear, his facial features are cool, his hair is fluttering, and his eyes are resolute.

The wings on the back are carved into a pair of unfolded wings. This is understandable, firstly, because the sculpture does not produce the extremely gorgeous particle effect of light energy, and secondly, people seem to be more inclined to associate it with faith, or rather, someone needs to think so.

The statue has its left leg curled up, and its right foot is connected to the ground, presenting a posture of standing in the air.

Then, under the guidance of the host, everyone began to bow in front of the statue.

There is no doubt that it was an extremely solemn funeral.

In the distance, the roof of the building.

"How do you feel?"

"I should have watched lying down."

Gu Yi smiled and said meaningfully, "For you, this is actually good too."

"Thank you."

"No, I don't have to. My successor has a somewhat eccentric personality, and if you have time in the future, help me guide him well."

"Definitely."

The Ancient One turned to leave, and Ryan looked at the park and lit a cigarette for himself.

The first time I attended my own funeral, it was a wonderful feeling.

It is also appropriate to accompany one.

It's late at night.

The statue is lit up, and against the white light, whether it is the armor, the wings of light, or the lightsaber, they all resemble the image in battle.

Ryan walked towards the sculpture and prepared to take a closer look at himself

Suddenly, he heard a tremor in the sky, and he immediately stopped.

The golden red streamer fell from the sky, and Tony stepped out of the steel suit.

Ryan couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Lend an hear.

With a flower in his hand, Tony walked slowly up the steps.

Arriving in front of the statue, he bent down and placed the flowers next to the lightsaber, and then looked up with a complicated look in his eyes.

After a long time, he spoke slowly.

"Actually, I suspect you're the one who was there that night."

Ryan: Clever.

"Although your power is the power of light, the energy change process and particle dynamics of your ever-changing weapon during the transformation process are all the same as the horizontal knife that suddenly condensed in the hand of the mysterious man that night."

"That's a horizontal knife, right? I've checked the information, and you're Chinese."

"Still, I still haven't figured it out, your light power can't go wrong, because it's so healing that Pepper almost cried that night...... Ahem, don't talk about that."

Ryan: I have traffic, you just say.

"Originally, I didn't debunk your thoughts, at least I have to use you to completely get rid of this thing in my chest first, of course, it would be better if I could adjust my body to a younger state by the way."

"As for when you will be revealed, it depends on what kind of person you are, if you are not as evil as that night, I can pretend never to know, really!"

At this point, Tony fell into a long silence again.

His sadness was so clear to Ryan that he couldn't tell for a moment whether he was sad because he had lost hope of having two young kidneys, or if he was genuinely feeling.

"Harpy is dead." Tony said suddenly.

Ryan was stunned.

"This stupid fellow, he ran out into battle and was drained of all his blood by a group of demons. Although I still had a breath of air when I found him, he lay in the intensive care unit for more than 20 days, and in the early hours of yesterday morning, he still didn't survive."

A tear slipped from the corner of Tony's eye, and his tone was much lower, "Now everyone says that you are from heaven, anyway, no matter what, if you see him in heaven, please take care of him for me, I know that with his past and figure, he will definitely not be an angel, you can just find him an ordinary job."

Ryan couldn't help but shake his head.

If you died yesterday, then it's still too late.

However, what comes from heaven or something is outrageous.

Tony chattered for a long time before finally leaving.

Ryan stepped forward.

I saw that there was a smooth black stone slab at the foot of the statue, on which was carved Lane's name, background, and experience.

It also bears the name of the statue, presumably, the title given to him by the people.

HolySord。

The Holy Sword, or, the Holy Sword.

It's a good thing, it's not an angel, a light man, or a light man or anything like that, otherwise I would have blown it up.