Stand-in Messenger of Marvel World

Chapter 727 Eighteen Months
In the process of urban destruction and reconstruction, many deep-rooted things gradually disappeared.

Only after experiencing loss can one realize the preciousness, not just talk.

Everyone's ability to accept and endure has been greatly tempered and enhanced. Even before the catastrophe, discrimination against race and gender is rare now.

Because the population of the earth has been reduced by half, almost all walks of life are in the stage of waste, and there is an extreme shortage of manpower.

The second is that after going through so much, those who survived all know how hard it is to live. If you have that time, it is better to do more meaningful things, so as to save yourself from dying inexplicably one day , leaving only infamy.

Perhaps this can be regarded as a kind of miserable failure.

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In the Avengers base, Natasha is in regular contact with Carol, Rocket, Colonel Rhodes and Wakanda.

"Okay, we've boarded the suspicious ship that Danforth found, but it's actually a broken junk ship, so thank you for providing such valuable information."

Even without Quill, Rocket is still so yin and yang when he speaks, but everyone else is used to it, knowing that this is the way he speaks, and there is no malice, although it sounds very uncomfortable every time.

"Oh, you're welcome, I'm passing the information to you just because you are closer to it." Carol's holographic projection next to him cast a glance and said directly.

"Yeah, so now we still smell like trash, thank you so much."

"Are you sure it's not your original smell?"

"Hey! Be careful what you say, you."

"Who can tell me what happened to those vibrations?" Natasha, who was covering her head, immediately interrupted their quarrel.

Okoye said helplessly: "That's just the crustal movement of the African plate."

"Is there a video? How did you deal with it?"

"Natasha, that's an undersea shock, we don't care about it at all."

Natasha turned her gaze, "Carol, are you still there next month?"

"uncertain."

"What, are you going to the hairdresser again?" Rocket couldn't control his mouth, and instinctively sneered.

"Listen, little hairy face, the scope of my responsibility is very large. There are at least thousands of planets that have the same experience as the earth." Carol with short hair looks more heroic, but also less feminine At this time, she was a little unhappy because of Rocket's words, but luckily that guy is not here, otherwise she would definitely hear a lot of more exaggerated words.

"Okay, you're right." Rocket's mood immediately sank, and now the entire universe is in chaos, and the current situation on the earth is considered good.

"So I might be out for a while."

"Well, I see, this channel will always be open, so if something goes wrong or if you get any information, or who makes what trouble. Remember to contact me."

Natasha sat back on the chair in a daze, looking at the sandwich in front of her, without any appetite.

At this time, she found that one of the four light curtains was not closed, and Colonel Rhodes was still looking at her.

"Oh, by the way, where are you now?"

"Mexico, the police found a house full of dead bodies. It should be a group of gang members, and they didn't have time to fight back."

"Okay, was it Dior or Patton?"

"It seems to be Barton's style, a fatal blow, clean and neat. If it was Dior, he would probably blow up the house together. In fact, in the past year or so, the people who died in his hands Whole corpses are rarely left behind, and the movements become louder every time." Rhode looked helpless.

He could understand why Dior and Patton would do this, but as a soldier, he would definitely not agree with such an approach.

In fact, Steve also persuaded Dio not to continue, but that conversation almost ended badly, and there was very little contact after that.

Natasha bit her lips hard, with a complicated expression on her face, "What do you think we should do?"

These two people are more elusive than the other. It is not easy to find them, but it is not really impossible.

"In fact, what they have done, what they have done in the past two years, and the impact they have caused have touched the sensitive nerves of too many people, and you also know that when the catastrophe first started, you Calm down everything as soon as possible, and use some very 'rude' means to government personnel from various countries. Maybe they didn't have the experience to pursue these things at that time, but now the whole world is trying to get out of the pain, and all recovery plans are It's going on, and at this point, what Dior and Button are doing is too garish."

"Is this your opinion or the UN's?"

Rhodes hesitated for a moment, then sighed and said, "If dangerous people like Dior and Barton continue to go their own way and trample on the law at this juncture, many countries will have to come up with corresponding countermeasures."

Rhodes was helpless, but he could also understand the concerns of these countries.

After all, the current social situation has not completely escaped from the chaos, and we must do everything possible to establish prestige and drag the derailed train back to the road of a society ruled by law.

If at this time, there are people like Dior and Barton trampling on the law as before, but the country has nothing to do about it, this is undoubtedly a huge blow to prestige, and maybe the society that has already stabilized will become chaotic again .

So whether it's spreading the word or threatening, I really can't continue to act recklessly like this.

This does nothing for the reconstruction of civilized society.

Natasha understood the meaning of Rhodes' words, but she was even more helpless. She could not let Dior and Barton stand on the opposite side, but she also knew that it would be difficult for her to persuade these two stubborn guys.

But she still nodded and said, "I see. I will get in touch with Dior as soon as possible. As for Barton, can you help me determine his location, right?"

Rhodes hesitated, "Okay, I will notify you when there is news."

"Well, bye!"

When Rhodes' projection disappeared, Natasha covered her face with her hands wearily. God knows how she persisted for nearly two years.

The black widow who used to be decisive, calm, and never admit defeat seemed to turn into ashes with that snap of her fingers.

Now she is only sensitive, vulnerable, stressed and exhausted.

(End of this chapter)