Chapter 150 Promotion and Coffin

Capitol Hill, Washington, D.C., USA.

The Capitol Building, a famous representative of neoclassical architecture and a spotless white structure, is shining brightly today, with the American flag flying high on top of the building.

The columned porch under the dome is magnificent, and the three copper "Columbus Doors" in the porch are of heavy texture.

At this moment, a press conference is being held on the long steps in front of the Capitol.

A bald bearded man in a suit and tie stood behind a small oak table with the national emblem of a bald eagle on it and announced loudly into the microphone:

"At this point, the threat from Hydra has completely gone away, and the dark cloud of sodium that has been hanging over the entire world has finally dissipated!"

"Pah pah pah pah pah!"

There was warm applause.

In front of him stood a dense crowd of reporters. Those who could not squeeze in even stood on the large green lawn in front of the Capitol.

Behind him stood a dense group of government officials and related persons.

Let's applaud sincerely at this moment to celebrate this hard-won victory.

This official press conference was a comprehensive summary and review of the battle at the SHIELD Triskelion Base in New York and the crash of the helical carrier.

At this moment, behind the long staircase of the Capitol, the bronze door was open, and in the magnificent circular hall, countless people in suits were walking around busily, busy with various matters of the press conference.

A tall man in blue standing among them was particularly eye-catching.

Steve Rogers, Captain America, is now wearing a brand new full uniform, a helmet on his head, his head held high and his chest puffed out, looking straight ahead with a firm gaze.

A middle-aged black woman in a proper tube skirt stood beside him and helped him to adjust the leather straps on his shoulders. Looking at Captain America's empty hands, the black woman couldn't help but ask in a low voice with worry on her face:

"Captain, they have already made a few shields at short notice. All the details are exactly the same as the original one. Do we really not need to take one over?"

Steve Rogers shook his head and said,

"It doesn't matter. I will not be defined by that shield. What truly represents our spirit is not a shield."

After saying that, at the prompt of a staff member, Captain America walked towards the bronze gate.

The busy staff in front of them made way for them, and the bright sunshine outside the door came in. Everyone turned to look at Captain America who was walking towards them, with a warm smile on his face, and said:

"team leader."

"team leader..."

"Captain, this way."

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

Since the beginning of World War II, Captain America was initially positioned as just a mascot. Later, at his own strong request, the military formed the Howling Commandos and put Captain America into actual combat against the Axis powers.

Decades of experience have made him accustomed to such occasions, and he handles them with ease and grace, making everyone feel at ease.

At the bottom of the stairs, the press conference takes place.

The bald bearded man said with a serious expression:

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

The scene was solemn.

The bald bearded man raised his head and said seriously,

"Similarly, many outstanding agents and intelligence personnel have unfortunately sacrificed their lives in the fight against Hydra, including our respected Director Nick Fury."

"But we cannot hesitate, citizens of the United States. There are more unknown evils waiting for us in the future. Hydra is dead, but supernatural and paranormal threats still exist."

"During the period after Director Nick Fury's death, Agent Maria Hill was temporarily serving as Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., but Agent Hill has made it clear that she wants to hand over this glorious and great position to someone more suitable for it."

After hearing the spokesperson's words, the reporters present already had a vague answer in their minds; they held their breath, full of anticipation.

"We need a new leader to lead us!"

The bald bearded man raised his arms and spoke loudly.

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

"Let us invite ..."

"Captain America!"

"Wow——"

The crowd erupted in noise, with more excited cheers. The sounds of shutter clicks rang out one after another. Amid the bright lights of flash bulbs, Captain America Steve Rogers strode to the front of the stage.

"Captain, Captain, Captain..."

People were shouting his name. Captain America put his hands up to suppress the cheers, cleared his throat, and began his speech.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is an honor to take over this position..."

"Director Nick Fury has always been my best friend. He has endowed this position with greater meaning. I will do my best to carry on his legacy and achieve..."

"I can..."

"I wish..."

"above."

After a brief, sincere and perfect speech, Steve Rogers was sworn in as the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. in front of all the reporters and staff present, and in front of thousands of viewers in front of the TV.

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

After the oath, Captain America lowered his arms and looked at the dazzling flash lights that were still "cracking" in front of him, and the hands of reporters who were vying to be raised. He kept a confident and determined smile on his face, but his eyes were a little empty for a moment.

The noisy scene in front of my eyes suddenly became vague and fuzzy.

Captain America put his hands on the table, looked forward, and moved his lips slightly. In a voice so low that only he could hear it, he whispered:

"Hail Hydra!"

…

"Bang!"

Fu Qinghai pressed the remote control and turned off the TV.

Recalling the press conference and inauguration ceremony just now, Fu Qinghai's fingers unconsciously groped on the stubble at the corner of his lips, and a smile slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Nick Fury died, and Maria Hill, who was taking refuge in Stark Industries, did not choose to be the second director of SHIELD. Instead, the popular Captain America took over, just like in the comics.

After the failure of the Insight Project that intruded into the MCU, the plot line of the Marvel Comics Universe returned to normal under Fu Qinghai's forced interference and correction.

Just as planned.

Everything went just as planned.

A gleam of pride flashed across Fu Qinghai's eyes.

Wait a minute, this sentence sounds so familiar.

Fu Qinghai suddenly felt that something was wrong. For a moment, the image of that shapeless blue terrifying being with eyes all over its body and two twisted and tangled little heads on top of its head appeared in his mind again.

Fu Qinghai shook his head, dispelled the unrealistic associations in his mind, reached out his hand to caress the delicate body lying in front of him, smacking his lips.

Justin Hammer was in a mansion in a wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York. At the moment, Fu Qinghai was wearing a simple T-shirt and shorts, half lying on a large sofa. Justine Hammer was lying obediently on his waist, with her hands supported under her pointed chin, looking up at the man leaning on the back of the sofa.

She could see in his eyes the pleasure of his plan succeeding, the pride of his ambition about to be realized, and the desire for powerful strength.

Ambitious men are still quite handsome.

Justine thought silently.

"Bang!"

Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my buttocks.

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

Without waiting for Justine to answer, Fu Qinghai picked up the sexy girl by the waist and walked towards the bedroom of the luxurious villa.

…

An hour before the press conference and inauguration.

In the basement of a red brick building in the old city of Trenton.

Deep underground, in the secret base, it was no longer as busy and orderly as when Upton first arrived. Now it was full of people fleeing in panic, experimental equipment was toppled, experimental materials were scattered all over the ground, gunshots were heard from time to time, and orders to arrest were shouted.

A group of people with serious expressions were walking quickly towards the depths of the passage.

The leader was a man with a pale face and wearing a windbreaker.

He walked hurriedly with a gloomy face, not caring at all about the chaotic scene in the underground base, and led the team behind him straight to the deepest part of the base.

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

A SHIELD agent had already completed the exploration and search of the deepest part of the base. He came to Alessandro and reported in a low voice:

"Sir, it's very strange in there, it's an empty children's room, and besides that, we...we also found the Red Skull."

Red Skull!?

Alessandro looked startled, then instantly cheered up.

Sure enough, the problem lies here. The Red Skull was secretly resurrected, and the real leader of Hydra is hiding here. If he is not killed, the plot line mission will not be completed.

Alessandro thought to himself.

Thinking he was close to the truth, he said impatiently,

"Where's the Red Skull? Has he been arrested? I want to interrogate him!"

"No, sir." The agent shook his head slightly, looking strange.

"Red Skull is dead. Only his body was found here. From the preliminary autopsy analysis, he has been dead for quite some time."

"Uh…what did you say?"

Alessandro was confused for a moment.

Red…Red Skull is dead.

Who killed him?

No matter who killed him, the key point is... since the Red Skull is dead, why hasn't the plot line mission ended yet?

No matter how hard Lev Alexandrov racked his brains, he couldn't get an answer.

On the other side, an agent found a plastic doll lying quietly in the corner of the utility room, with a thin layer of dust on its head.

The agent picked up the plastic doll, patted the dust off its head, looked around, and muttered, "Strange."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Then he threw the doll into a cardboard box.

After the carton was full, another agent sealed it with tape. The seal read:

"SHIELD. Evidence Retention."

…

The Capitol, Washington, DC.

Captain America did not conduct the routine interview session. After announcing that he would be the new director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he walked straight to the circular hall behind him.

However, the reporters were unwilling to let him go. They swarmed up and, despite being stopped by 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 the Director of SHIELD?"

"Captain Rogers, there is news 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 Madripoor. Do you want to capture them?"

"Captain, where is your shield?"

Hearing this 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. He smiled and nodded at Captain America, with his fists crossed and placed in front of his chest.

Seeing this, Captain America smiled back.

This scene was seen by a young photographer wearing a baseball cap who was hiding in the crowd of reporters. He pulled the brim of his hat to cover his face, and the freckles on his cheeks were faintly visible in the shadow.

…

That familiar mansion in the wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York.

The grass is green, the bricks are white like porcelain, the water in the swimming pool is blue and clear, and the bright and dazzling sunlight shines directly on the surface of the swimming pool, breaking it into sparkling waves.

Fu Qinghai was wearing sunglasses and lying lazily on a white lounge chair with his legs spread out. There were several empty beer bottles on the ground.

In the swimming pool next to me, a beauty in a dark red bikini was swimming in the light blue and transparent water like a nimble and elegant mermaid.

"Crash!"

The water in the pool was churning, and Justine Hammer leaned out of the water with her shoulders above the surface. Thin streams of water and crystal drops of water flowed down her slender neck and delicate collarbone. She closed her eyes, her long, wet eyelashes covering her lower eyelids. She raised her hands to wipe the remaining water droplets on her face, and brushed her dark golden wet hair back, revealing her smooth forehead.

Justine opened her deep and seductive eyes, lying on the edge of the swimming pool, looking at Fu Qinghai who was dozing off.

"Ding-ling-ling-ling!"

At this moment, the cell phone placed on the cushion beside her rang. Justine Hammer swam over to the edge of the pool, picked up the phone and put it to her ear.

The first words that came from inside made her frown.

The more she listened, the more serious her expression became, almost to the point of being as gloomy as 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 next to him vibrated and his own phone rang.

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

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

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

"No, Qingshan." Ron's voice came from the other side:

"I found another important clue that might interest you."

As he spoke, Ron told Fu Qinghai about how he used some tricks to become an intern photographer and participated in the interview of the US Army inauguration ceremony on Capitol Hill with external reporters, especially the last scene.

Fu Qinghai frowned.

"You mean, the black man..."

"Yes, he is the Black Panther."

Ron confirmed on the other end of the phone.

King T'Challa, is it him... Fu Qinghai stroked his chin and began to ponder.

Ron said:

"My guess is this: Captain America's shield is with us. If he loses it, he must find a way to get a new one. Where should he get it? Wakanda, with its advanced technology and abundant vibranium, is the best choice."

Fu Qinghai said:

"But according to the timeline, Black Panther and Captain America shouldn't know each other yet."

Ron said,

"Just like Project Insight, there are reincarnations from the SHIELD camp who provide advice to Captain America based on the plot in the MCU."

In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, Captain America used a split double shield fixed on his arm for a period of time, which was made for him by Wakanda.

Far more people have watched the Marvel movie series than have read the original Marvel comics. Many of the suggestions given by reincarnations to plot characters are based on the plots in the MCU.

Hmm... Fu Qinghai thought, but this is not quite the same as the Insight Plan. Suggestions alone are not enough. Without an introducer, Captain America can't even find where the Kingdom of Wakanda is, where there is an invisible technological force field covering the entire kingdom.

Speaking of the introducer, Fu Qinghai's eyes lit up.

He remembered the two black reincarnations he met on the first helicarrier.

The man used a kind of technological equipment that looked like a blue blanket to create a translucent energy wall to block his own mass-explosive bomb. At that time, he claimed to be from a border tribe of Wakanda.

So that's how it is, 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 very important information. Based on this information, I also came up with a brilliant idea. I will find a way to contact Upton right now and then start to implement it."

The phone was hung up here. On the other side, Justine Hammer had also finished her call. She walked out of the swimming pool, looking gloomy and dejected. Like a walking corpse, she walked barefoot on the white bricks and slowly walked towards Fu Qinghai.

Fu Qinghai frowned slightly when he saw her like this, then he stood up and walked over to her, holding her in his arms, and asked in a low voice:

"What's wrong with you, Justine?"

Justine buried her head between Fu Qinghai's arms and chest, rubbing her nose against Fu Qinghai's skin. Her voice was as thin as a mosquito's hum with a hint of sadness:

"Nathan Lemon called to tell me that my father died on the space station."

Justin Hammer dead?

Fu Qinghai was stunned.

He had forgotten all about it.

Judging from the time, old Hammer is in the late stage of pancreatic cancer and is about to die.

Fu Qinghai held the sad beauty in his arms, raised his head, and for a moment he felt a little emotional:

Nick Fury is dead, Baron von Strucker is dead, and Justin Hammer is also dead.

These famous characters in the story have finally come to the end.

In fact, Fu Qinghai also has some ways to save old Hammer. In Venom's personal magazine, Venom's host, Eddie Brock, also suffered from cancer in his later years. It was because of the symbiote Venom that he continued to devour cancer cells for him that he was able to survive healthily to this day.

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

Fu Qinghai can't let Ron's symbiote stay attached to old Hammer, right? Who does the symbiote belong to?

Moreover, from a utilitarian point of view, what reason does Fu Qinghai have to save Justin Hammer, this old bastard who has done so many bad things?

Fu Qinghai patted Justine Hammer's back gently and was about to say a few words of comfort when Justine, who had buried her head in her chest, suddenly raised her head and pushed Fu Qinghai hard. Fu Qinghai didn't understand why, but still followed her force and sat on the recliner.

Justine Hammer's messy hair covered her eyes. She sat down on Fu Qinghai's abdominal muscles. Fu Qinghai could vaguely feel the touch through the thin swimsuit fabric. Justine supported her hands on Fu Qinghai's chest and said in a low voice:

"Give it to me, now!"

Fu Qinghai looked surprised: "Here?"

"Yes." Justine Hammer nodded heavily, her voice as hoarse as a wounded female leopard, "I have already driven away all the servants. Now, you want me to torture you immediately with your most brutal and powerful posture and means! Tear me apart!"

Fu Qinghai suddenly felt a headache.

Zhang Yuning, Justine Hammer, why do all these women who like me have some weird problems? !

Does that mean normal women wouldn't like me?

......

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(End of this chapter)