Infinite Stream Metaverse

Chapter 150 Promotion and coffin

United States, Washington, District of Columbia, Capitol Hill.

The representative of the famous neoclassical style architecture, the immaculate Capitol Building, 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 Gates" in the porch are heavy in texture.

At this moment, a press conference is 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 the small oak table with the national emblem of the bald eagle on it, and announced loudly into the microphone:

"So far, the threat from Hydra has completely gone, and the dark cloud of narcotics hanging over the world has finally dissipated!"

"Clap clap clap clap!"

Warm applause rang out.

In front of him, stood a group of journalists in black, and the journalists who couldn't fit even stood on the green lawn in front of the Capitol.

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

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

This official press conference is a comprehensive summary and review of the battle at the Tricurved Wing Base of SHIELD in New York and the crash of the Helicarrier.

At this moment, behind the long stairs of the Capitol, the copper gate was opened, and in the resplendent and resplendent rotunda, countless people in suits were busy walking around, busy with various matters of the press conference.

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

Steve Rogers, at this moment, Captain America is wearing a brand new full uniform, wearing a visor, holding his head high, and looking straight ahead with a determined gaze.

A middle-aged black woman in a well-fitting tube skirt stood beside 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 concern:

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

Steve Rogers shook his head and said:
"It doesn't matter, I will not be defined by that shield, and it is not a shield that truly represents our spirit."

After speaking, under the prompt of a staff member, Captain America stepped out of the copper gate.

The busy staff in front of them gave way one after another, and the bright sunshine outside the door shone in. Everyone turned to look at the approaching Captain America, with enthusiastic smiles on their faces, and said:

"team leader."

"team leader……"

"Captain, this way."

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

Since World War II, Captain America was originally positioned as a mascot. Later, at his own strong request, the military formed the Roaring Commando, and put Captain America into the actual battle against the Axis powers.

After decades of experience, he has already adapted to this kind of occasion, and he can handle it with ease, making everyone feel like a spring breeze.

Down the stairs, at the press conference.

The bald bearded man looked serious and said:

"...Let us first extend our deepest condolences and silence to the innocent victims of this incident."

The scene was solemn.

The bald and 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 venerable Director Nick Fury."

"But we can't stand still, citizens of the United States, there are more unknown evils waiting for us in the future. Hydra is dead, but superpowers and supernatural threats remain."

"During the period after the death of Director Nick Fury, Agent Maria Hill was acting as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Agent Hill has made it clear that he will hand over this glorious and great position to Someone more suited to it."

Hearing what the spokesperson said, the reporters present already had an answer in their hearts. They held their breath and were full of anticipation.

"We need a new leader to lead us!"

The bald bearded man raised his arm and shook his voice.

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

"Let's have please..."

"Captain America!"

"Wow—"

There was a burst of noise from the crowd, and even more excited cheers. The shutters of "click", "click", and "click" sounded one after another. Under the bright light of flashing lights one after another, Captain America Steve Rogers strode to the In front of the stage.

"Captain, captain, captain..."

People shouted his name. Captain America suppressed the people's cheers slightly by pressing his hands. He cleared his throat and started 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 endowed this position with more and greater meaning. I will do my best to inherit his legacy to achieve..."

"I can……"

"I would like to..."

"above."

After a short and sincere perfect speech, Steve Rogers was sworn in as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

I vowed to use my own life to protect the safety of people all over the world.

After taking the oath, Captain America lowered his arms, looked at the dazzling flashes that were still "crackling" in front of him, and the hands of the reporters scrambling to raise them, with a confident and firm smile on his face. Some are left empty.

The scene of noisy things in front of him became a little blurred in a trance.

Captain America leaned on the table, looked ahead, 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.

Recalling the press conference and inauguration ceremony just now, Fu Qinghai's mouth slowly evoked a smile as he unconsciously groped with his fingers on the stubble on his lips.

Nick Fury died, and Maria Hill, who took refuge in Stark Industries, did not choose to be the second director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but the much-anticipated Captain America, just like in the comics.

After the MCU's intrusive insight plan 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 is exactly as planned.

Complacency flashed across Fu Qinghai's eyes.

Wait a minute, why is this sentence so familiar.

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

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

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

From his eyes, she could see the joy after the scheme was successful, the arrogance that his ambition was about to be realized, and the desire for great power.

Ambitious men are still kind of handsome.

Justin thought silently.

"Snapped!"

Suddenly there was a sharp pain in the buttocks.

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

Before Justin could answer, Fu Qinghai picked up the sexy hot girl by the waist and walked towards the bedroom of the luxury villa.

……

An hour before the press conference and inauguration.

Underground of a red brick building in the old city of Trenton.

In the underground underground, in the deep secret base, there is no longer the busy but orderly appearance when Upton first came here. At this moment, there are people fleeing in a panic, the experimental instruments are rickety, and the experimental materials are scattered everywhere. On the ground, there were gunshots from time to time, and shouts for arrest orders.

A group of people with serious faces are walking quickly towards the depths of the passage.

The leader was a pale man in a windbreaker.

He walked in a hurry, with a gloomy face, he didn't care about the scene of chaos in the underground base, and led the team behind him straight to the deepest part of the base.

All of this is seen by a plastic doll quietly lying in the corner.

A S.H.I.E.L.D. agent has taken the lead in exploring and searching 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. Besides, we...we also found the Red Skull."

Red Skull! ?

Alessandro's face was startled, but he cheered up again in an instant.

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.

He thought that he was close to the truth, and he couldn't wait to say:
"Where is the Red Skull, have you caught him? I want to interrogate him!"

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

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

"Uh... what did you say?"

For a while, Alessandro couldn't turn his head around.

Red...Red Skull is dead.

Who killed him?

Regardless of who died, the key is... Since the Red Skull is already dead, why is the plot line mission not over yet?

No matter how much Leo Alexandro racked his brains here, he couldn't get an answer.

On the other side, a detective found a plastic doll lying quietly in a 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 the top of his head, looked around twice, and muttered in a low voice: "Strange."

Then the doll was thrown into a cardboard box.

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

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

……

Washington, D.C., Capitol.

Captain America did not conduct a routine interview, and after announcing that he was the new Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he went straight to the rotunda behind him.

However, the reporters were unwilling to let him go. They swarmed up, blocked by the security personnel, tried their best to put the microphone in front of Steve Rogers, 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 will do after becoming Director of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Captain Rogers, it is reported 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 Madridpo. Are you going to arrest them?"

"Captain, where is your shield?"

Hearing the last question, Captain America paused slightly.

He raised his head, looked over the crowd, and looked at a man standing behind a group of staff.

This is a handsome black man in a black suit, smiling and nodding at Captain America, with his fists crossed and placed on his chest.

Seeing this, Captain America also smiled back.

This scene was seen by a young photographer wearing a baseball cap hidden in the crowd of reporters. He pulled the brim of the 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 green grass is lush, the white bricks are like porcelain, the water in the swimming pool is blue and translucent, and the bright and dazzling sunlight hits the water surface of the swimming pool directly, breaking it into sparkling waves.

Wearing sunglasses, Fu Qinghai was lying on a white recliner lazily, with several empty beer bottles lying on the ground.

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

"Whoa!"

The water in the pool was churning, and Justine Hammer leaned out of the water, her shoulders above the surface of the water. Thin streams of water and crystal drops trickled down her slender neck and delicate collarbone. Her eyes were closed, moist His long eyelashes covered his lower eyelids, he raised his hands to wipe off the remaining drops of water on his face, and stroked back his dark golden wet hair, revealing his smooth forehead.

Justin opened his deep and seductive eyes, lay down by the pool, and looked at Fu Qinghai who was dozing off.

"Jingle bell bell bell!"

At this time, the mobile phone on the cushion beside him rang. Justine Hammer swam over to the pool, picked up the mobile phone and put it to his ear.

The first sentence that came from inside made her frown.

The more she listened, the more serious her face became, and it was close to the point where her face sank like water.

Fu Qinghai turned his head to look at Justine, and was about to prick up his ears to eavesdrop on her conversation, when suddenly, the phone vibrated and his own phone rang.

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

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

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

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

"I've found another important clue that you might be interested in."

As he said that, Ron used his own means to become a trainee photographer, and participated in the interview with the outside reporters at the inauguration ceremony of Capitol Hill, and told Fu Qinghai, especially the last scene.

Fu Qinghai frowned.

"You mean, the black man..."

"That's right, he's the Black Panther."

On the other end of the phone, Ron affirmed.

King T'Challa, is that him... Fu Qinghai rubbed his chin and began to think.

Ron said:

"My guessing logic is this: Captain America's shield is not with us. He lost his shield. He must find a way to get a new one. Where can I get it? Wakanda, which is advanced in technology and rich in vibration gold, is 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:
"Like the Insight Project, there are reincarnations from the S.H.I.E.L.D. camp who provided advice to Captain America according to the plot in the MCU."

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the split double shield fixed to the arm that Captain America used for a while was built for him by Wakanda.

There are far more people who have watched the Marvel series of movies than those who have read the original Marvel comics. Many reincarnated people's suggestions for plot characters are based on the plots in the MCU.

Hmm... Fu Qinghai thought about it, but this is not the same as the insight plan. Just having suggestions is not enough, without referrals, Captain America can't even find the Kingdom of Wakanda, where there is a whole kingdom Covered by a cloaking technology force field.

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

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

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

So that's the case, Fu Qinghai nodded slightly.

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

Fu Qinghai praised:
"Great, Ron, you got a very important piece of information. Based on this piece of information, I also came up with a brilliant idea. I will immediately find a way to contact Upton, and then proceed to implement it."

After hanging up the phone on one side, Justine Hammer on the other side also finished the phone call. She walked out of the swimming pool with a gloomy and dejected face, like a walking dead, stepping on white bricks with bare feet, and slowed down to Fu Qinghai. Come slowly.

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

"What's the matter with you, Justine?"

Justine buried her head between Fu Qinghai's arms and chest, and rubbed the tip of her nose against Fu Qinghai's skin, her voice as thin as a mosquito moaned with a hint of sadness:
"Nathan Lemon called to tell me my dad passed away on the space station."

Justin Hammer dead?

Fu Qinghai was taken aback.

He had forgotten all about it.

Calculating the time, the pancreatic cancer is at an advanced stage, and Old Hammer is almost ready for a dog.

Holding the sad beauty in his arms, Fu Qinghai raised his head, feeling a little emotional for a moment:
Nick Fury is dead, Baron von Strack is dead, Justin Hammer is dead.

These well-known 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, Eddie Brock, the host of Venom in his later years, also suffers from cancer. Healthy to this day.

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

Fu Qinghai can't let Ron's symbiosis stick to Old Han Mo's body all the time, so who exactly is this symbiosis?
What's more, speaking of utilitarianism, what reason does Fu Qinghai have to save Justin Hammer, this old Yinbi who has done all kinds of bad things?

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

Justine Hammer's messy and drooping hair covered her eyes. She sat down on Fu Qinghai's abdominal muscles. Through the thin swimsuit fabric, Fu Qinghai could vaguely feel the touch there. On Fu Qinghai's chest, a hoarse voice said in a low voice:
"Give it to me, right now!"

Fu Qinghai looked surprised: "Here?"

"Yeah." Justin Hammer nodded heavily, his voice hoarse like a wounded leopard, "I've driven all the servants away, now, if you want me, immediately, immediately, use your most ruthless Use forceful postures and means to torture me! Tear me apart!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly felt dizzy.

A Zhang Yuning, a Justin Hammer, these women who have taken a fancy to me, why are they all a little weird? !

It means normal women won't treat me like this?

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(End of this chapter)