Chapter 150 Promotion and Coffin

Chapter 150 Promotion and Coffin

United States, Washington, DC, Capitol Hill.

The white and flawless Capitol Building, a famous representative of neoclassical style architecture, is sunny and bright today, with the Stars and Stripes flying high on the top of the building.

The columned porch under the dome is magnificent, and the three copper "Columbus doors" in the porch are thick in texture.

At this moment, a press conference was being held on the long steps in front of the Capitol.

A bald man with a beard in a suit and leather shoes stood behind an oak table with the national emblem of the bald eagle on it, and announced loudly into the microphone:

"At this point, the threat from Hydra has completely gone away, and the dark cloud hanging over the world has finally dissipated!"

"Snap, snap, snap, snap!"

Warm applause broke out.

In front of him, stood a densely packed group of reporters. The reporters who couldn't fit in even stood on the green lawn in front of the Capitol.

Behind him, there was also a dense group of government officials and related people.

Everyone sincerely applauded at this moment to celebrate this hard-won victory.

This official press conference is a comprehensive summary and review of the battle at the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Wing Base in New York and the crash of the Space Carrier.

At this moment, behind the long stairs of the Capitol, the copper doors were open, and in the splendid rotunda, countless people in suits were busy walking around, busy with various matters related to the press conference.

Standing among them was a tall man in blue, who was particularly eye-catching.

Steve Rogers, Captain America is now wearing a brand-new full uniform and a helmet, holding his head high and looking straight ahead with resolute eyes.

A middle-aged black woman wearing a decent skirt stood next to him and helped him adjust the leather straps on his shoulders. Looking at Captain America's empty hands, the black woman couldn't help but asked in a low voice with worry:

"Captain, they have made a few temporary shields. All the details are exactly the same as the original ones. Do you really don't need to take one?"

Steve Rogers shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter. I will not be defined by that shield. What truly represents our spirit is not a shield."

After saying that, at the prompt of a staff member, Captain America walked towards the copper door.

The busy staff in front of them all moved out of the way, and the bright sunshine outside the door poured in. Everyone turned to look at Captain America, who was walking towards him. With a warm smile on his face, he said:

"team leader."

"team leader……"

"Captain, this way."

Captain America had a warm smile on his face and nodded to the people around him one by one.

Since World War II, Captain America was initially positioned as a mascot. Later, at his own request, the military formed the Howling Commandos and put Captain America into actual combat against the Axis Powers.

Decades of experience have made him adapt to this kind of situation, and he can handle it with ease, making everyone feel like a spring breeze.

Under the stairs, the press conference scene.

The bald bearded man looked serious and said:

"...Let us first pay our heaviest condolences and silence to the innocent victims in this incident."

The scene was solemn.

The bald bearded man raised his head and said seriously:

"Similarly, there are many excellent agents and intelligence personnel who unfortunately died in the fight against Hydra, including our honorable Director Nick Fury."

"But we cannot hesitate. Citizens of the United States, there will be more unknown evils waiting for us in the future. Hydra is dead, but superpowers and supernatural threats still exist."

"During the period after Director Nick Fury's death, Agent Maria Hill temporarily took over as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Agent Hill has made it clear that she will hand over this glorious and great position to Someone better suited for it.”

Hearing what the spokesperson said, the reporters present had a vague idea of ​​the answer. They held their breath and were full of expectations.

"We need a new leader to lead us!"

The bald bearded man raised his arms and raised his voice.

He turned around and pointed to the stairs behind him, and said loudly:

"Let us invite..."

"Captain America!"

"Wow——"

The crowd erupted into a burst of noise, and even more excited cheers. The shutter sounds of "click", "click" and "click" sounded one after another. In the light of flashes, Captain America Steve Rogers strode to in front of the stage.

"Captain, captain, captain..."

People chanted his name. Captain America pressed his hands to suppress the cheers, cleared his throat, and began his speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to take over this position..."

"Director Nick Fury has always been my best friend during his lifetime. He has given this position more and greater significance. I will do my best to inherit his legacy and realize..."

"I can……"

"I wish..."

"above."

After a short and sincere perfect speech, Steve Rogers was sworn in as Director of SHIELD in front of all reporters and staff present, and in front of thousands of viewers in front of the TV.

He vowed to use his own life to protect the safety of people all over the world.

After taking the oath, Captain America lowered his arm and looked at the dazzling flashlights that were still "cracking" in front of him, as well as the reporters' hands scrambling to raise. He maintained a confident and firm smile on his face, but his eyes suddenly changed. Some are short.

The scene of noisy things in front of me became a little blurry in a trance.

Captain America held his hands on the table, looked forward, moved his lips slightly, and whispered in a voice so low that only he could hear:

"Hail Hydra!"

…

"Snapped!"

Fu Qinghai pressed the remote control and turned off the TV.

Thinking back to the press conference and inauguration ceremony just now, his fingers unconsciously groped the stubble on his lips, and a smile slowly appeared on Fu Qinghai's lips.

Nick Fury died, and Maria Hill, who was taking refuge in Stark Industries, did not choose to serve as the second S.H.I.E.L.D. director. Instead, the much-anticipated Captain America took the role, just like in the comics.

After the MCU's chaotic Insight Project went bankrupt, under Fu Qinghai's forcible intervention and correction, the plot line of the Marvel Comics Universe returned to normal.

Just as planned.

Everything went as planned.

Pride flashed in Fu Qinghai's eyes.

Wait a minute, why does this sentence sound so familiar?

Fu Qinghai suddenly felt that something was wrong. For a moment, the invisible blue terrifying existence with eyes all over his body and two twisted and intertwined little heads appeared in his mind.

Fu Qinghai shook his head, dispelling the unrealistic associations in his mind, stretched out his hand to caress the delicate body in front of him, and smacked his mouth.

Justin Hammer is in a mansion in a wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York. At this moment, Fu Qinghai, wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, is half-lying on a large sofa, with Justin Hammer lying on his waist obediently. , put his hands under his pointed chin, raised his eyes and looked at the man leaning on the back of the sofa.

She could see in his eyes the joy of succeeding in his plan, the pride that his ambition was about to be realized, and the desire for powerful power.

Ambitious men are kind of handsome.

Justine thought silently.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in my buttocks.

Fu Qinghai lowered his head: "What are you staring at me for?"

Without waiting for Justine to answer, Fu Qinghai picked up the sexy girl by the waist and walked to the bedroom of the luxurious villa.

…

an hour before the press conference and inauguration.

Trenton, underground of a red brick building in the old city.

Underground, in the deep secret base, the place is no longer as busy but orderly as it was when Upton first arrived. At this moment, the place is full of people fleeing in panic, experimental instruments are staggered here and there, and experimental materials are scattered everywhere. On the ground, gunshots rang out from time to time, and there were shouts of arrests.

A group of people looked serious and were walking quickly towards the depths of the passage.

The leader was a man with a pale face and a windbreaker.

He walked in a hurry, with a serious face, not caring about the chaotic scene in the underground base, and led the team behind him straight to the deepest part of the base.

All of this can be seen from a plastic doll lying quietly in the corner.

A SHIELD agent had already taken the lead in completing the exploration and search of the deepest part of the base. He came to Alessandro and reported in a low voice:

"Sir, it's very strange inside. It's an empty children's room. In addition, we...we also found the Red Skull."

Red Skull! ?

Alessandro's expression was startled, but he immediately became excited again.

Sure enough, the problem lies here, the Red Skull was quietly resurrected, and the real leader of Hydra is hiding here. If he is not killed, the plot line mission will not end.

Alessandro thought to himself.

Thinking that he was close to the truth, he said impatiently:

"Where's the Red Skull? Has he been arrested? I want to interrogate him!"

"No, sir." The agent shook his head slightly and said with a strange expression:

"The Red Skull is dead. Only his body was found here. Judging from the preliminary autopsy analysis, he has been dead for a long time."

"Uh...what did you say?"

Alessandro couldn't turn his head for a moment.

Red…The Red Skull is dead.

Who killed him?

No matter whose hand he died, the key is...since the Red Skull is dead, why hasn't the plot line mission ended yet?

No matter how hard Lev Alexandro racked his brains, he couldn't get the answer.

On the other side, an agent found a plastic doll lying quietly in the corner in the utility room, with a thin layer of dust on its head.

The detective picked up the plastic doll, reached out and patted the dust on his head, looked around twice, and muttered in a low voice: "Weird."

Then he threw the doll into a cardboard box.

After the carton was full, it was packed and sealed with tape by another agent. The seal read:

"S.H.I.E.L.D. Evidence Preservation."

…

Washington, DC, Capitol Building.

Captain America did not conduct a routine interview session. After announcing that he had become the new director of SHIELD, he walked directly to the rotunda behind him.

However, the reporters were unwilling to let him go. They swarmed up and, blocked by the security personnel, stretched the microphone in front of Steve Rogers with all their strength and kept asking questions one after another.

"Captain, how do you plan to carry out the next work?"

"Captain, what is the first thing you do after becoming the Director of SHIELD?"

"Captain Rogers, there is news that the last three members of the Hydra Supreme Council are still at large. Someone witnessed Baron Zemo appearing in the international neutral port of Madripoor. Are you going to arrest them?"

"Captain, where is your shield?"

Upon hearing this last question, Captain America paused slightly.

He raised his head and looked across the crowd to a man standing behind a group of staff.

This was a handsome black man in a black suit. He smiled and nodded at Captain America, with his hands crossed in fists and placed on his chest.

Captain America saw this and smiled back.

This scene was noticed by a young photographer wearing a baseball cap who was hidden among the reporters. He pulled up the brim of his hat to cover his face, and the freckles on his cheeks were faintly visible in the shadow.

…

That familiar mansion in the affluent area of ​​Long Island, New York.

The grass is green, the bricks are white like porcelain, and the water waves in the swimming pool are blue and translucent. The bright and dazzling sunlight shines directly on the water of the swimming pool, breaking it into sparkling waves.

Fu Qinghai was wearing sunglasses, lying lazily on a white recliner with his arms stretched out in a Tai-shape pose. There were several empty beer bottles on the ground.

In the swimming pool next to her, a beauty wearing a dark red bikini swims like a strong and elegant mermaid in the light blue and transparent water.

"Wow!"

The water in the pool was churning, and Justine Hammer leaned out of the water, with her shoulders above the water surface. Thin water flow and crystal drops of water flowed down her slender neck and delicate collarbones. She closed her eyes and looked moist. Her long eyelashes covered her lower eyelids, she raised her hands to wipe away the remaining water droplets on her face, and then pushed her dark golden wet hair back, revealing her smooth forehead.

Justine opened her deep and seductive eyes, lying on the edge of the swimming pool, looking at Fu Qinghai who was taking a nap.

"Dingle, ring, ring!"

At this time, the mobile phone placed on the cushion beside rang. Justine Hammer swam over to the edge of the swimming pool, picked up the mobile phone and put it to her ear.

The first sentence that came from inside made her frown.

The more she listened, the more serious her expression became, almost to the point where her face was sinking.

Fu Qinghai turned his head and glanced at Justine, and was about to prick up his ears to eavesdrop on her call. Suddenly, the mobile phone at hand vibrated, and his own mobile phone also received a call.

Fu Qinghai picked up the phone and saw that it was Ron.

Fu Qinghai picked up the phone and put it to his ear:

"Hey, Ron, tell me some good news. I guess you found the molecular rearranger?"

"No, Qingshan." Ron's voice came from over there:

"I've discovered another important clue that may interest you."

With that said, Ron pretended to be an intern photographer and told Fu Qinghai about his interview experience with the foreign reporters at the inauguration ceremony of the US team on Capitol Hill, especially the last scene.

Fu Qinghai frowned.

"You mean, that black man..."

"Yes, he's the Black Panther."

On the other end of the phone, Ron confirmed.

King T'Challa, is it him... Fu Qinghai touched his chin and pondered.

Ron said:

"My guess logic is this: Captain America's shield is not with us. He lost his shield and must find a way to get a new one. Where can he get it? Wakanda is a technologically advanced country rich in vibranium. the best choice."

Fu Qinghai said:

"But according to the timeline, Black Panther and Captain America probably don't know each other yet."

Ron said:

"Similar to the Insight Project, there are reincarnators from the S.H.I.E.L.D. camp who provide advice to Captain America based on the plot in the MCU."

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the split double shields fixed to his arms that Captain America used for a period of time were made for him by Wakanda.

Far more people have watched the Marvel series of movies than have read the original Marvel comics. Many of the suggestions given by reincarnators to plot characters are based on the plots in the MCU.

Hmm... Fu Qinghai thought, but this is not the same as the Insight Project. Just having suggestions is not enough. Without an introduction, Captain America can't even find the Kingdom of Wakanda, where there is the entire kingdom. Covered by a force field of invisible technology.

Speaking of recommenders, Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up.

He thought of the two black reincarnations he met in the first space carrier.

The man among them used a blue blanket-like technological equipment to create a translucent energy wall to block his own mass bomb. At that time, he claimed to be a border tribe from Wakanda.

So that's it, Fu Qinghai nodded slightly.

I couldn't help but sigh: Ron has indeed become smarter.

Fu Qinghai praised:

"Great, Ron. You got a very important piece of information. Based on this information, I also came up with a brilliant idea. I will immediately find a way to contact Upton and then start implementing it."

The phone was hung up here, and on the other side, Justine Hammer had also finished the call. She walked out of the swimming pool, with a gloomy and dejected face, like a walking zombie. She stepped on the white bricks with bare feet and walked towards Fu Qinghai slowly. Come slowly.

Fu Qinghai looked at her like this, frowned slightly, got up and walked over, hugged her who was cold all over, and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong with you, Justine?"

Justine buried her head between Fu Qinghai's arms and chest, rubbing the tip of her nose hard against Fu Qinghai's skin, and said with a hint of sadness in her voice as thin as a mosquito's groan:

"Nathan Lemon called me to tell me that my dad passed away on the space station."

Justin Hammer is dead?

Fu Qinghai was stunned.

He had forgotten all about it.

Calculating time, with advanced pancreatic cancer, Old Hammer can almost be leashed.

Fu Qinghai held the sad beauty in his arms, raised his head, and felt a little emotional for a moment:

Nick Fury is dead, Baron von Strucker is dead, and Justin Hammer is dead.

These famous plot characters have finally come to an end.

In fact, Fu Qinghai also has some ways to save Old Hammer. In Venom's personal magazine, Venom's host, Eddie Brock in his later years, is also suffering from cancer. He relies on the symbiote venom to continuously eat cancer cells for him, so that he can always survive. Surviving healthily to this day.

But there is a big drawback here. The symbiote cannot completely cure cancer. It can only be regarded as a safe and painless chemotherapy. Once Eddie Brock leaves the venom, he will soon die of cancer cells.

Fu Qinghai can't let Ron's symbiote stay attached to Old Hammer, right? So who does this symbiote belong to?

What's more, from a utilitarian perspective, what reason does Fu Qinghai have to save Justin Hammer and this old Yin Coin who has done all kinds of bad things?

Fu Qinghai patted Justine Hammer's back gently, and was about to say a few words of comfort. Justine, who had her head buried in her chest, suddenly raised her head and pushed Fu Qinghai hard. Fu Qinghai didn't know why, but still Following her strength, he sat on the recliner.

Justine Hammer's messy and hanging hair covered her eyes. She sat down on Fu Qinghai's abdominal muscles. Fu Qinghai could vaguely feel the touch there through the thin swimsuit fabric. Justine held her hands up On Fu Qinghai's chest, he said in a low voice:

"Give it to me, now!"

Fu Qinghai looked surprised: "Here?"

"Yes." Justin Hammer nodded heavily, her voice hoarse like a wounded female leopard, "I have driven away all the servants, now, if you want me, immediately, immediately, use your hardest and most powerful force. Use forceful gestures and methods to torture me! Tear me apart!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly felt a big headache.

One is Zhang Yuning, the other is Justine Hammer. Why do these women who have fallen in love with me have some weird problems? !

Do you mean a normal woman wouldn't be nice to me?

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