Transformers In Marvel

All men are created equal, and many people think this statement is true.

Everyone has the right to live and grow from birth, without exception, all people are born equal.

But human beings have become unequal since birth. Everyone has their own development trajectory and embarked on a path that is destined to be unequal.

No one has time to commemorate deaths like the Lady of Death, including the heroes themselves. But when the blood flowed at the gate of the Supreme Court, all the disputes suddenly became dull.

It's like a flock of famished vultures vying for a piece of carrion, making the word superhero dirty.

Many people died, dead like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Their corpses have only one value, which is to let the autumn wind blow more.

But when Captain America died, Qiu Feng was held in place by an invisible force.

Funerals are grand.

The entire New York City was plunged into a sea of ​​white. The send-off team was more than ten kilometers long. The silent coffin was carried by a group of soldiers, and they walked silently through the dead crowd, with white flowers scattered along the way.

White flowers paved the way for half of New York.

A group of heroes with bruised noses, swollen faces and disheveled heads were shadowy and hidden in the crowd, silently watching the coffin float away in front of their eyes.

Johnny rode his motorcycle, forgetting about his favorite stunts, and returned to New York overnight, watching the funeral silently, his eyes following the movement of the coffin.

"How did it become like this?" Johnny whispered.

He made a special effort to tidy up his appearance today, tidied his slightly slovenly and random hair many times, and came to see Steve cleanly for the last time.

"No one expected this outcome, not even the superheroes themselves."

Klein threw the flowers he had prepared for a long time towards the coffin, and then pushed his glasses, keeping gentleness in his bright and cautious eyes.

Johnny fell silent.

Klein said lightly: "War is never a child's play, and it is impossible to be happy. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world. Everyone imagines themselves as the protagonist. Even if they enter the battlefield, they still have the fluke mentality of being superior. This kind of person always feels that he is special and believes that he can become the protagonist in a fairy tale.

After twists and turns, there is always a happy ending. "

Johnny smiled wryly: "I always feel like you're mocking me."

"If you really think so... I'm really mocking you. If I hadn't stopped you at the beginning, you would have been added to the Avengers long ago. You have contributed to these corpses." Klein said lightly.

Johnny took out a cigarette from his arms, and just about to light it, he was stared at by reproachful and angry eyes around him. He sighed, and immediately put the cigarette back in his pocket.

It seems that smoking on such a solemn occasion is still in front of the coffin, which is easy to provoke public anger.

"That's good, the war can end..." Johnny whispered.

Klein didn't respond. He straightened his tie, took a final deep look at the cold coffin, turned around, and left.

Based on the information he collected, many suspected superheroes have rushed here just to send the US team for the last time.

"Mr. Klein."

When Klein turned the corner, someone stopped him.

"What's the matter, Wayne?" Klein stopped and looked at him.

Bruce put his hands in the pockets of his coat, trying to keep a little more warmth in this cold weather.

"The funeral will be held in the suburbs. If you arrive late, there will be no seats. Many people want to send Steve off," Klein said.

Bruce's face was indifferent, and there was a trace of irritability suppressed in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to show his playboy demeanor that he usually pretended to be.

But no one doubted that if he still put on the same trick on this occasion, even if he was a big entrepreneur Bruce Wayne, he would be surrounded by angry crowds.

"I won't go, respect is in the bottom of my heart, look at these people, I don't know how many people are laughing on their sad faces, just like the gunman who shot." Bruce looked at the people who mourned silently.

Klein suddenly smiled: "It's like you encouraged Steve? His life has indeed become the catalyst to end everything, otherwise more people will die."

Bruce looked cold and grim, and stared at Klein with a slandered and annoyed attitude: "When will Tianyan start the business of splashing dirty water? I always thought you were only in the business of mercenaries."

Klein smiled softly, but couldn't tell whether it was ridicule or something else, "I heard that the gunman's identity has been found out, and he is the remnant of Hydra. Steve is really unlucky. He is so powerful, he was killed A bullet killed him."

Bruce glanced at Klein: "The villain Red Skull is very clever, and he won after all, even if he is in prison."

"No, the Red Skull has already lost a complete defeat. The ones who really won are you, the Avengers, the Justice League, and you, Bruce. Whether you intended it or not, you did it." Klein pushed his glasses, his tone relaxed , as if chatting with an old friend whom I haven't seen for a long time.

He and this person in front of him are indeed old friends. When he was still working as a scarecrow in Gotham City, he was thrown into prison by a big bat several times, but he escaped from prison almost every time.

Until he jumped into Downey's "prison", and now he hasn't come out.

He doesn't plan to come out either.

"There may be some misunderstanding between us." Bruce raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe, I still have something to deal with, we'll talk about it next time we meet."

Klein left with a smile, his manners were thoughtful, and his impeccable smile made people want to punch him.

Bruce looked at Klein indifferently, his tall body standing at the corner. After Klein's figure disappeared on the street, he seemed to wake up suddenly, raised his feet and walked in another direction, and stepped into a sports car. With the hum of the engine, Bruce left the sad scene.

As for what the truth is, it will be forever buried in damn history, and nothing can be erased by time.

The point is that now, a human life is exchanged for the end of a nearly endless and unpredictable war. Calculated from the perspective of absolute rationality and coldness, this is the most cost-effective ending.

It doesn't matter if it succeeds or makes a lot of money.

Anyway, it was just one life, many people had already died, and now it was nothing more than one more.

Some sensed it, many more didn't, but no one ever asked because it was pointless. The Hydra who shot and killed the US team was also arrested. Whether it was accidental or the result of careful planning, people just listened numbly.

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