In The DC World With Marvel Chat Group Chapter 382: 3 Detectives (Part 2)

"The Days of Being a Spiritual Mentor in Meiman"

, the days when I was a spiritual mentor in Meiman

"At the very beginning, I was a little puzzled. Why was it so coincidental that T'Challa was attacked while I was on the phone? Unless, someone wanted to lure us there." Stark said in a low voice. said.

"Coincidentally, we just arrived at the moment when he started, and then heard him yell out the phrase 'Hydra'. No matter how stupid the Hydra people are, they are a spy organization after all. No espionage organization has to let witnesses know who did it after sending a killer to kill. "

Steve also frowned deeply, and he said: "It seems to be a bit strange, but it may also be a coincidence. What puzzles me even more is that the difficulty for us to deal with Hydra has suddenly increased. Things are more suspicious."

"They are forcing us to unite, because if we get together often, he can better provoke our emotions, and then make us confront each other, and finally start a war."

Speaking of this, the backs of several humans felt a little chilly, Steve slowly closed his eyes, he let out a breath, leaned on the back of the chair, as if he had lost all his strength, and said: " ...Do you know how that world war started?"

Everyone was silent. Obviously, this is not a question. Anyone can think of it. Even if it is written in the textbook, it looks like a conspiracy.

"There is still room for war between ordinary people, but there is no room for war between us. Once a war breaks out, not only New York, but the country, the continent, and even the earth may suffer extremely serious damage." Steve showed a sad look The expression on his face obviously reminded him of something.

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

Suddenly, Steve stood up. He looked down at his uniform full of scars and dust, and the shield that was worn out because of a big battle. Stark on the ground.

Stark's battle armor is no longer as clean as new. The original shiny metal has been scratched with various marks, some parts are still smoking, and there is a bloodstain on one side of his temple, which seems to be Got scratched when it fell.

At this moment, the two of them quietly looked at each other, both feeling absurd for the other's disheveled posture.

Steve wiped his face, looked at his arm again, and said, "If this is the result of the two of us fighting..."

He took a deep breath, shook his head, and continued: "I'm glad this happened in such a state, we are both still alive, there is no missing arm or leg, there is not much blood, there is no I can't stand up..."

Steve leaned down, as if trying to lift Stark up, but Stark turned over, avoiding Steve's shadow in a somewhat embarrassed posture, and then slowly crawled from the ground He got up, staggered a few times, and stood opposite him.

When the two of them faced each other, they both saw the same belief and flame in each other's eyes. Stark still raised his head high, lowered his eyelids, and looked at Steve with the lower part of his eyes. Said: "I think I won, but it doesn't make me proud at all."

"We almost turned a planet into ruins. If I wake up from my dream and see the earth like this..." Stark trembled when he took a breath, and the ending turned sharply: "I even I don’t know how to avenge it, because it’s us who did it.”

"I tried my best to prevent this from happening." Steve pursed his lips and said, "There are many people like me who not only tried their best but also gave their lives just to prevent this from happening." Let this happen,"

"If they really plan to do this..." Stark raised his voice: "Then I will tell them with my actions that they have found the wrong person."

Steve looked into his eyes, silent, then, Stark raised his somewhat smoking arm, paused in mid-air, and thumped Steve on the shoulder.

Both exhausted men collapsed.

The sound of them falling to the ground was a bit dull, like the thunder that suddenly sounded in the endless night and heavy rain.

Besides the thunder, there is also a hopeful light like dawn.

The picture on the projection screen was frozen at this moment, and in Schiller's thinking hall, Schiller in a long black trench coat said slowly: "Perhaps, this is the difference between your world and Gotham. In the dark night, there are rainy nights, but there are also lightning that pierces the sky and brings light."

"I often feel that Iron Man and Batman are somewhat similar." Schiller in a white coat said, but then he shook his head and said, "But Batman doesn't have Captain America, or even if he does, he doesn't have Captain America." I will never punch him like Stark did just now."

"I've finished talking about the plan with that lunatic, now it's your turn?" Schiller in the black trench coat turned his head and looked at himself next to him, and Schiller in the white coat looked at the ceiling and said, "Are you talking What? I don't understand."

"We are one person, are you still going to deceive yourself? Or let me make it clearer, how did T'Challa get attacked?"

"Of course it's Hydra's conspiracy." Schiller in white smiled and said, he 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 are a good man with a heart of justice, and you want 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 psychological counseling?"

"Remember, all the agents avoid you, but this is normal. Is it because of this that you hate them?"

"No, they don't come for counseling, I'm happy to be free, but did you forget? They broke the smoke alarm in my office, and I almost got caught in the rain, and at that time, I hadn't Umbrella."

The projection screen lit up again, and in the office of the Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller was fiddling with a small device, with a manual and a messy pile of parts beside him.

While dismantling the smoke alarm device clumsily, he murmured to himself in a low voice: "It seems that someone has installed other infrared sensing devices in it, allowing them to control every room at any time. Smoke alarms..."

Speaking, he violently removed one of the parts, looked at it in his hand, but found nothing, then threw it on the table, and the smoke alarm in his hand The device has completely fallen apart.

Schiller turned around and took out another box of smoke alarms of the same model from under his desk, then threw the one he broke into the trash can, where there were already seven or eight smoke alarms The wreckage did not walk very peacefully.

After destroying all the smoke alarms of the same model in that box, Schiller finally came to a conclusion that couldn't be simpler—someone in S.H.I.E.L.D. can indeed control the smoke alarms in each room , The incident that the smoke alarm suddenly sounded and water was sprinkled that day was either an accident or someone was behind it.

In the next two days, Schiller frequently shuttled around SHIELD, sometimes chatting and smoking with Natasha, sometimes eating in the cafeteria with Coulson, and sometimes in his office with Nick Let's talk about economics...

And in one evening, Schiller returned to the nursing home, and then wrote a name on a medical record - "Grant Ward".

A few days later, a series of names appeared on the medical record. An arrow was drawn next to the name of Grant Ward, pointing to John Garrett, and next to the name of John Garrett , and another arrow is drawn, pointing to Alexander Pierce.

"Pierce and I have nothing against each other, he can be a Hydra if he wants to, but who told him to strengthen his control before leaving S.H.I.E.L.D. An additional remote control system to control the siren? And left the system to Garrett, and left a remote control to Ward..."

Schiller in the white coat on the chair shrugged and said: "I know I'm not welcome, but that's not the reason they plan to drench me. I didn't even have an umbrella at that time...remember Did you say anything?"

Schiller in black turned his head to look at him, and the two showed a heart-to-heart smile, and he said, "When I don't have an umbrella, no one can think of rain."

Schiller in the white coat leaned back on the chair and looked ahead. His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about an insignificant matter.

"Working in S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me the opportunity to get in touch with Pierce. One day, I visited him and wanted to discuss a business with him, which was about Zhenjin."

"At that time, he didn't know that the new material molten steel was about to be born. No one except us knew the news. After I disclosed the news to him, he immediately realized the business opportunity, because the molten steel Will replace Zhenjin."

"This means that if the Wakanda people know the news, the price of vibrating gold will plunge, and they will be eager to sell the vibrating gold in their hands to cash it out, so as to resist the impact of new materials."

"Sure enough, Pierce contacted Eric, the leader of Wakanda's second largest tribe, and he sent Klau to contact Eric, but Eric opened his mouth, which is not surprising, he thought once Make enough money, and then shake T'Challa's rule."

"At this time, I gave Pierce another suggestion. Instead of using the information gap to acquire Zhenjin in advance, it is better to help Eric to the top, disrupt the situation in Wakanda, and then manipulate it, you know, just like Africa. Every coup d'état."

"In fact, I don't need to remind, Pierce also thought of this, but the reason why he didn't do it right away was because he had doubts about Eric's loyalty. To my disappointment, he didn't have a strong Brainwashing means, I still have to do it in the end."

"I used crazy wine to sneak into Eric's subconscious ~IndoMTL.com~ and gave him hints. Of course, he himself has deep malice towards T'Challa. What I did more was to let him Say the right thing at the right time.”

"That toxin..."

"You are so familiar, didn't you just take it out of Constantine's body? According to Constantine, the cursed soul is also a rare thing in that world, and of course no one in this world has seen it .”

After hearing this, Schiller in the black windbreaker adjusted his posture and leaned comfortably on the back of the chair. He said, "It seems that this time the three of us worked together to accomplish a great event."

"From 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 event , and finally, that lunatic and the rain from another world brought everything to a perfect end."

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

Looking from the back of the sofa, two wine glasses collided, and the froth from the collision of the wine rose slowly, and the room unfolded like a box.

A big hand held a green-haired building block man in the center of the room. The building block man's head is a cylinder and his hands are C-shaped.

A green-haired figure lowered his head, looked at the three identical building block figurines in the box, only with different clothes and hair colors, and said with a smile:

"We are really three detectives, right?"

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Actually, it's still three/detective

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