Wishbone is also very poor today [Comprehensive British and American]

Tony couldn't believe it.

Sol had brought his brother back to Asgard a long time ago, why did he appear here today without saying a word and hurt someone?

Sol suspended in the air silently, amidst the thunder and lightning, his blond hair was shining, and his eyes as deep as the sea were calm. He ignored Tony, but raised his hand again, pointing to the sky.

In the dark clouds, muffled voices rushed around, singing hoarse and low-pitched praises to the gods.

Tony shook his head.

"You're not Saul."

Thor never showed such a cold and calm expression. He enjoyed fighting, loved friends, laughed, told some Asgardian jokes that others could not understand, and would show off his past brilliant achievements from time to time.

Tony rushed to Goliath's chest, deformed the armor of his hand, and kept pressing the chest with the air repulsion cannon, while defibrillating the heart with an electric current.

Another bolt of lightning formed from the clouds, laughing coldly and silently.

Tony ignored it, all his thoughts were spent trying to save Goliath.

But the huge heart stopped beating forever, and the giant's tears were equally huge, dripping on the smoky land and splashing on Tony's hard armor, which seemed to be able to burn and melt these metals.

But the lightning did not fall for a long time.

Tony looked up and found a suspended figure standing in front of Sol.

He also has a red cape and blue eyes.

It's Superman.

Superman looked at Tony who was standing next to Goliath's body with some guilt, the little black curly hair on his forehead was dangling in the wind.

"I'm sorry I'm late, I'm stopping him, you guys retreat quickly."

After speaking, he rushed up to pick up Saul and flew all the way to the sun.

Thor didn't open his mouth, but a slightly stiff electronic voice came from his chest.

"A01 requests assistance."

Superman's clairvoyance ability activated——

The body of this unknown person with Thor's ability and appearance is filled with various complex artificial circuits and bones, only the flesh and blood are real.

Superman was a little angry.

It's Luthor's robot again.

The two wrestled all the way, punching and kicking each other, rolling from the surface to outside the atmosphere.

After all, the robot created by Luthor's theft of Thor's DNA is not as powerful as the real Thor, let alone Superman, who is known as the strongest hero on Earth.

Soon, he was thrown into the sun by Superman, and he was silently dissolved in the star's dazzling light.

By the time Superman returns to the surface, the battle is over.

The underground rebels headed by Captain America and Bucky dropped Goliath's body and disappeared into the space channel created by the cloak.

......

That night Bullock was busy until dawn, busy cleaning the battlefield, counting casualties, and writing battle reports...

The next morning, sure enough.

The White House spokesperson turned black and white, and pinned the shit pot of this battle on the head of the underground superhero organization. Luthor reported all the casualties of the armed forces directly under him, and gave him treatment as a war hero, and buried him under the national flag. The president attended the funeral in formal attire, and poked the public's sensitive psychology hard.

A few days later, Goliath will be buried too.

His body has been kept huge. Tony bought 37 cemeteries in the cemetery. Several helicopters hung the giant with iron chains on his body, waiting for the excavator to dig up the soil.

The roar of the machine scratched the nerves in the ears moderately, and the noon sun was just right, passing through the tall trees planted in the cemetery, and casting strands on the ground like golden threads.

Goliath's body had been oxidized and rotted, and was not clearly reflected by the mottled sunlight. The expression on his face was neither peaceful nor ferocious.

Just dazed.

"Mr. Stark." Peter didn't know when he appeared behind Tony and Bullock. He watched Goliath's mountain-like corpse slowly being buried, and his mind was full of the few times he and Goliath fought side by side.He dangled upside down from Goliath's shoulders, talking unhealthy trash, while the giant laughed like thunder, vibrating in his chest.

Peter wiped away his tears, hesitated for a moment, and said, "This is wrong."

Tony lowered his eyes tiredly.

"You're a teenager and the world of adults is complicated and politics are complicated."

The Stark Group has bought several lobbying firms and has been in contact with lobbying members of Congress for some time.

In his view, the Superhero Registration Act isn't all unreasonable, it's just that Luthor's pursuit of dissident metahumans is too dirty.

But how can there be no restrictions on powerful abilities, human beings cannot tie their own destiny to the conscience and self-discipline of the strong.

Sometimes there's a thin line between a supervillain and a superhero.

Not all superhuman beings who want to punish evil and promote good can stick to the bottom line of not killing people, and not everyone can still stick to their original aspirations in the bloody guilt after killing someone.

And now the superheroes who insist on fighting on the front line also have their own psychological problems.

No superhero has ever heard of a safe retirement.

It's not falling, it's falling.

Young Peter stood in the unshaded sunlight, a youthful youthful enough to defeat death.

Shaking his head earnestly, he repeated, "That's just not right."

Brock slapped him on the back.

"Boy, have you finished your homework?"

Peter was taken aback, and he frivolously turned around to straighten the straps of his schoolbag that had slipped from his shoulders.

"Don't keep treating me like a child!"

Bullock sneered: "But you're just a brat, hurry home, the sky will fall and there will be someone taller than you."

Peter stared round his eyes: "I'm not short at all!"

Bullock rolled his eyes and yelled at him in a rough voice: "Why can't you understand people's language?"

Peter gave Bullock another hard look, and left with his schoolbag in aggrieved condition. He still had an exam at school in the afternoon.

Tony rubbed his eyebrows, watched Goliath's burial with his own eyes, and hurried back to the Avengers Building.

The text message sent to Steve in the communicator last night has not been responded to yet, and Tony can't help but feel worried.

Although Steve is a super soldier injected with serum, but the wound in the abdomen, the torn internal organs...

Tony remembers the touch of Steve's blood sprayed on his face, and for a moment, his eyes sting and his heart nearly stops.

That kind of panic was even worse than when he was kidnapped by terrorists as an ordinary person and lived with Ethan in a dark cave.

Steve knew that he really wanted to negotiate with him. Was it Luthor's direct troops who were secretly hurting people?

If he knew, why should he say sorry to himself?

If he didn't know, why did he bring an electronic bomb/bomb, only Iron Man's armor could use that thing, was he defending himself?

Tony's mind was in a mess, and the old days of fighting side by side and making fun of each other seemed to be in the past.

At this time, Peter's aunt Mei suddenly called in.

Peter left her a note with a lot of gossip, telling Aunt May that he had asked for leave from school.

He went to the underground resistance organization of superheroes.

"If Mr. Stark asks, please tell him that this is wrong. I don't want my friend to be caught or killed by Luthor. I'm really not a kid anymore."

Tony couldn't help closing his eyes.

That playboy, cynical genius is about to be crushed by the world.

He is not afraid of death, and the moment he puts on the steel armor, he has already put his personal safety behind him.

But he was afraid that his wrong decision would hurt the people he cared about.

After 5 minutes, he opened his eyes, and Shan conveniently closed the communication channel with Steve.

His expression was almost sad, but also very firm.

Superhero registration is right, Luthor's way is wrong.

But where is he, Anthony Edward Stark, worse than Lex Luthor?

He's smart and has a huge presence among superheroes.

More importantly, he is richer than Luther, and has a bottom line that cannot be compromised or corroded.

Why don't you let me come.

Tony thought, I can do better than him.

……

On the other hand, Brock asked SHIELD for two days off and returned to Gotham.

The atmosphere in Gotham is still the same, gloomy, the faces of passers-by on the street are indifferent, the sound of fighting can be heard from time to time in the streets and alleys, drug dealers soliciting business are wandering at the intersection, and a few homeless children are wrapped in Torn clothes, desperate for a piece of bread.

This familiar atmosphere was eerily reassuring to Brock.

He threw away a few S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who were following him, and secretly laughed at Pierce's group of people as trash.

During this time, Coulson was almost evacuated by Rollins sent by Pierce, but he himself didn't seem to care much about it, and kept using the excuse of going out to find Nick Fury.

He once secretly told Bullock that he didn't think Nick Fury was dead.

Bullock was noncommittal.

Or that he is noncommittal about many things.

Also because of his personality, a matter that should have been resolved early has been delayed until now.

Just when he was about to reach a safe house prepared by Selena, a sinister hand stretched out from the darkness, covered his mouth and pulled him into a narrow alley.

The hero in the huge black cloak floated in the air like a ghost, and the dim streetlights stretched his shadow long and erratically.

And Bullock's back rested on a warm chest.

The man sighed softly, stroking his ear with a cold hand.

"Long time no see, I miss you very much, how are you doing?"