[Zhongyingmei] After Chaoying killed me

The breaking point of memory started from the battle in New York.

Wyatt stood from the perspective of God, watching everything he had experienced.

It was an ordinary weekend, and it seemed to be the same as usual-until a huge black hole appeared in the sky above Manhattan, and countless strange-looking monsters poured out of it.

The chaos spread to Wyatt's rented house, and the huge rubble knocked down by the rampaging monster continued to fall, and pedestrians on the narrow street could not avoid it.

The people on the ground closed their eyes in despair, waiting for death to come, but found that the expected pain did not come.

Countless gravels were suspended in the air as if the pause button had been pressed, and the crowd on the ground scattered anxiously, before the gravels slowly fell to the ground, and no one was injured.

In a corner where no one was around, the brown-haired young man breathed a sigh of relief, and lowered his raised hands. He looked around to make sure no one noticed his movements, then hurriedly put on his hat and joined the rushing crowd. With the large force rushed to the shelter.

But the surveillance on the street corner faithfully recorded everything, and this video entered the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives.

The next evening, a man in black in a suit knocked on Wyatt's door.

From God's perspective, Wyatt frowned as he saw himself who knew nothing about the work of S.H.I.E.L.D. and decided to accept the invitation to join S.H.I.E.L.D.

Now that he knew that more than half of the interior of S.H.I.E.L.D. had been infiltrated by Hydra, Wyatt seemed a little uneasy.

The unease came to a head when he watched himself get knocked out after entering S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters.

With a frozen expression, Wyatt watched himself being pressed into the electric chair made of cold metal, and watched the doctor in a white coat stick electrodes on his brain, and put an iron plate in his mouth to prevent himself from biting his tongue and committing suicide.

Of course he knew what it was - Hydra's brainwashing device. After Fury disbanded S.H.I.E.L.D., he saw it when he followed Steve to help check the items. This machine was buried at the bottom of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s base .

He never thought that this machine would ever act on him.

Wyatt watched the brainwashed self as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., obeying the orders of Hydra, and completing one assassination mission after another.

His unique ability made his task completion rate reach [-]%, and he became the most powerful weapon in the hands of Hydra.

Another new task, to bring back the mutant children in the orphanage.

The heartbeat sounded like a drum beating to the eardrums, and Wyatt from God's perspective took a heavy breath.

The fog of memory was blown away, the veil over the truth lifted—everything became clear.

The wind blade hovered in her hand and passed through the chest of Ms. Jones who was protecting the child.

"...Wy... Wyatt."

Blood dripped down Wyatt's hand, and Ms. Jones recognized this, her former student, her 'child'.

Wyatt from God's perspective suddenly remembered what Ms. Jones had said to herself inadvertently when she was a child.

Earlier, when Ms. Jones was still young, she adopted a boy who also possessed mutant abilities—that boy’s mutant abilities were discovered, and the experimenters in white coats captured him. Since then, Ms. Jones Haven't seen him either.

Ms Jones knew what had become of the boy - she had always blamed herself for his death.

That's why she kept Wyatt carefully hiding her abilities.

She poured all the guilt she once had, as well as the kindness and love she had originally, on Wyatt. Years of meticulous care and care allowed Wyatt to spend more than 20 years safely.

At this time, there was no anger or resentment in her eyes, she just calmly looked at the person in front of her with nostalgia for a long time, and called out his name.

Wyatt.

Perhaps it was the familiar voice and the picture in front of him that brought clarity to the brainwashed Wyatt, and tears rolled down his cheeks unconsciously.

What flashed through my mind were the countless days and nights when this serious lady looked at herself with tenderness in her eyes, teaching and guiding herself bit by bit.

He... what did he do...

Wyatt pulled out his hand in a panic, and his right hand was covered with warm blood.

He hugged the collapsed Ms. Jones and wanted to say something, but countless words were suppressed in his throat.

The voice of the command in the headset stimulated the mechanism of the brainwashing program. He tried to resist, but his chaotic mind seemed to be torn in two, leaving only the sharp pain like a knife and the endless feeling of falling into the boundless darkness Suffocation in the deep sea.

But the instinct of the body was greater than his consciousness.

He suddenly turned over, and his natural sense of crisis allowed him to avoid several shells fired from the golden-red armor, staggering in the flames and using his ability to escape from this place.

Wyatt watched coldly as his former self staggered and crouched in a corner with his head in his hands after evading the pursuit.

Severe pain seemed to come from the mind, accompanied by broken memories and endless regret.

what's the point?

Wyatt from God's perspective twitched the corners of his mouth twice, and squeezed out a mocking smile that was uglier than crying.

what's the point?

But the effect of brainwashing still exists, and the short-term recovery of memory is suppressed after all-he returned to S.H.I.E.L.D., or it can be called the headquarters of Hydra.

Until the Avengers finally discovered the truth, Iron Man brought dozens of armors to the Hydra headquarters in Washington.

Under the countless shells, the building collapsed, and in the raging flames, there were countless screams in my ears.

"attack."

The commanding voice of Hydra came from the headset, which was cold and disgusting, but the controlled body still involuntarily completed the order that could not be disobeyed.

—but he can choose not to resist.

Wyatt saw Tony, one hanging in the sky and the other on the ground, the two looked at each other hundreds of meters away and a steel mask.

Wyatt felt a sudden sense of relief.

He calmly watched the dazzling white light of the palm cannon hit and passed through his chest.

Four in the morning, Avengers Tower.

Wyatt picked up a pitcher of cold water and splashed it on his face.

Water droplets fell down the light brown hair, across the cheeks and Adam's apple, and fell on the clothes to moisten a wet mark.

As if he didn't feel the bone-piercing temperature, Wyatt slightly supported the table with his hands and raised his head, looking at himself in the mirror.

The young man in the mirror was unhealthily pale, his eyes were bloodshot, and his face was expressionless.

The system watched all this, and it could even feel that Wyatt's right hand was trembling unconsciously.

——Since waking up, the host has come here and washed his hands for more than ten minutes.

No matter how you look at this state, it feels wrong.

"... Hanhan, are you... okay?"

The system still couldn't help it, and asked, "What did you remember?"

As if he didn't hear the sound, Wyatt stared straight at himself in the mirror, and the system even read a hint of disgust from those light gray eyes.

——Sense of disgust?

The system felt that there was an error in some line of code, and deduced this kind of unreliable thing.

"…system."

Wyatt spoke slowly, with a hint of a feeling in his hoarse voice that the system couldn't explain clearly.

It seemed he had made a decision of which he was unaware.

"What will happen to you if the mission fails."

Wyatt asked lightly.

"Performance points will be deducted, but I haven't tried it, I'm [-]% successful—"

The sound of the system stopped abruptly, and it suddenly realized the meaning of its host's words, and its voice rose in disbelief: "What are you going to do?!"

Wyatt didn't speak, his face was still morbidly pale, and the long and slender eyelashes were drawn down to cover his pair of light gray eyes that had lost any emotion.

"—I brought it on myself."

he said softly at last.

Not right, very wrong.

During breakfast time, Tony secretly looked at the brown-haired young man sitting across from him by drinking coffee.

In fact, it is not right to say that it is secretly. Dr. Banner obviously saw Tony's little movements, he sighed, and calmly turned over another page of the newspaper in his hand with an expression of understanding.

And Wyatt—he didn't seem to have much sense of the movement around him, and he finished his breakfast like a machine.

Based on his observations these past few days, Tony dares to say that Wyatt is not quite right now.

He has been annoyed all night, he has done so much homework, why did he give up at the most critical moment.

No, he would not admit that the word was referring to himself.

——Wyatt has something to do, I just let him do it first.

Tony said to himself.

He is still thinking about whether to do it again tonight, this time it will be successful, and there will be no other disturbances.

But at this moment, after only one night, the young man in front of him seemed to reveal——

Tony didn't know how to describe it, the feeling of peace he only experienced from those who were dying or desperate.

Yes, calm.

Whether it's eyes or movements, Tony is keenly aware of an indescribable sense of disobedience, and the unhealthy, bloodless paleness on the young man's face makes Tony even more worried.

Something must have happened that I didn't know about.

Tony frowned, thinking about how to ask.

But I didn't expect the young man in front of me to speak sooner.

"Mr. Stark—"

Wyatt looked up at Tony, "Can I take a long vacation?"

The first thing Tony noticed was the young man's extremely hoarse voice—although it was still pleasant to hear, it looked as unhealthy as his face.

But the title Wyatt said suddenly made him stunned.

and many more?

Mr Stark?

Didn't he always call himself Tony? !

"Long vacation?"

Tony raised his eyebrows, and wrinkled his nose in dissatisfaction with the title 'Mr. Stark', but he didn't dwell on it, but asked, "I assume you are still my employee, so can your The boss knows, what are you going to do?"

"I want to apply to assist the captain and clean up the remnants of Hydra."

Wyatt said lightly.

Tony stared at the light gray eyes looking at him, trying to make out something.

But he failed.

The light gray eyes that were as cold as inorganic matter are now more like shattered ice, freezing everything, leaving only an inexplicable sense of death.

"…it is good."

Tony said dryly.

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★Biography of Anbu by Mechanical Squirrel★

After retiring, the seven-year-old trial judge returned home with Xiaopan and the swordsmen, but was shocked to find that: the war was over, the old house was in ruins, and all the property was handed over to the youngest son of the patriarch's family to inherit.

It is said that the gurgling Nanhe River once bled and floated on the scull, and it is also said that the village is now being rebuilt after being raided.

He has already been regarded as a mission death, and he has no family property, no pension, and a knife to support him.

In the past seven years, Anbu's companions have successfully landed and become the leisurely salted fish jounin, and the former teammates have been changed and iteratively updated.

The only thing that remains the same is that the food in the cafeteria is still so unpalatable.

It is not only buildings that need post-disaster reconstruction, but also everyone's mottled hearts.

This is a story about farming (?) opening a shop (?) running a business (?) which is more reliable than being a ninja no matter what you do.