Chapter 156 I can’t think of a chapter titl

A week later.

Hammer Mansion in the wealthy area of ​​Long Island, New York.

Justine Hammer sat on the couch.

Nathan Lemon walked into the living room, silently placed a photo on the coffee table, and pushed it towards Justine Hammer.

Justine picked up the photo and looked at it. Judging from the perspective, it must have been taken from a long distance with a super telephoto lens.

In the photo, at the entrance of the experimental building in Haigang District, Fu Qinghai is holding a tall and slender woman with long straight black hair in his arms and is kissing her with his head down.

You can see the woman's profile, her fair skin, her pointed chin, and her beautiful jawline.

Probably a Chinese.

Justine put the photo down and lowered her head. Her dark golden hair covered her face. Justine held her face with one hand and inserted her fingers into her hair. She whispered:

"Okay, I understand. You can go down."

The sound is hoarse and low, like the friction of sandpaper.

Nathan Lemon looked at the dejected Justine in front of him and said hesitantly:

"Well, miss, I don't think you need to be for Quentin..."

"I said go on!"

Justine growled.

Nathan Lemon said no more, said goodbye and left.

After the living room was empty, Justine still lowered her head. She held her face with both hands, her fingertips inserted into the hair on her forehead, and she could vaguely feel a hint of moisture in her palms.

Why are you crying, Justine?

The girl asked herself in her heart.

What's your relationship with him?

What's your worth for him to care about?

He just wants your body, he just wants to play with you.

It's okay when you get tired of playing.

Justine didn't know why she was crying, nor did she know what her mood was at the moment.

envy?

Unwilling?

Or is it that lingering feeling of frustration?

My father doesn't recognize my abilities, and even the man I hooked up with doesn't want me anymore.

Justine's shoulders heaved and she sobbed softly.

Justine, you are a loser. You can't even handle a man, and yet you dream of taking charge of Hammer Industries. You are useless and you only know how to cry...

"Ding Dong!"

The doorbell rang.

Justine, whose eyes were slightly red and swollen from crying, looked up blankly at the living room door.

She knew Nathan Lemon didn't usually knock when he came in.

The black oak door opened automatically.

A tall and handsome man, holding a box, standing in the sun.

The smile on his face, that funny expression, was like seeing a puppy rolling in the mud.

"You're here."

Justine's eyes lit up and she stood up subconsciously in surprise.

Then I wanted to slap myself in the face.

Justine, you Puxi, do you have any future?

Fu Qinghai pretended not to notice the girl's red eyes and long eyelashes wet with tears, walked to Justine, sat down, and said,

"I'm leaving soon."

Hearing this, Justine did not bother to adjust her expression and said in surprise:

"Left, what do you mean?"

Fu Qinghai turned his head and looked at the American hottie next to him with messy makeup and tears in her eyes, and said:

"Didn't you hear everything when you eavesdropped on my phone call? I'm leaving this universe."

"Leave...leave this universe."

Justine was a little dazed. When she eavesdropped on the conversation between Fu Qinghai, Ron and Upton, she had indeed heard similar terms, but she did not expect that Fu Qinghai was actually an alien.

Fu Qinghai did not expect that this day would come so soon.

He smiled, put the box in his hand on the coffee table, and said:

"This is something I left for you. You can open it after I leave."

Justine didn't care about the box at all. Instead, she looked into Fu Qinghai's eyes and grabbed his hand.

"You know what I want right now."

Upon hearing this, Fu Qinghai paused, then picked up the girl by the waist without saying a word.

The living room door locked automatically, clothes flew up one by one, and the two of them rolled on the carpet...

…

At the same time.

New York, Manhattan, DC.

Since the Triskelion Base was destroyed in the crash of the aerospace carrier, the new SHIELD headquarters randomly found an office in Manhattan to temporarily serve as an office location.

A group of people were walking hurriedly in the corridor.

Leading the group was the Black Widow, who had returned to her normal attire, with fiery red curly hair and a tight black leather jacket.

As she walked, she said in a deep voice,

"The Raft prison was suddenly opened by someone, and all the super criminals escaped. Damn, the most evil bastards on the planet are imprisoned in there. I don't know who has enough authority to perform such an operation, or if it was some kind of hacker intrusion. I don't know, but now we must get confirmation and stop this before the situation gets worse."

Hawkeye Clint Barton, who was following closely beside Black Widow, nodded and said:

"I'll always stand behind you, Natasha."

Black Widow Natasha Romanoff continued,

"Also, the surveillance satellites in outer orbit have detected traces of the Chitauri's living spacecraft. I don't know who is calling them. We may need to call Captain Marvel back in advance."

"snort."

At the end of the team, a tall and strong man with blond hair and a red cape, snorted coldly,

"If the Chitauri dare to come, I will use my hammer to teach them a lesson."

As he spoke, the short-handled square hammer in his hand made a beautiful spin.

If you look closely at this group of people, you will find that in addition to Black Widow and Hawkeye, there are also Thor, Scarlet Witch Wanda, and Vision.

Iron Man didn't come, and Tony Stark was still drinking in Stark Tower.

There was also a medium-sized man with a pale face and wearing a windbreaker, who looked inconspicuous among the crowd of superheroes.

Lev Alexandrovich.

He remained silent as he followed a group of Avengers around a corridor and into an office.

Black Widow pushed open the office door and a group of people walked in. Inside the office, sitting behind a large solid wood desk was Captain America Steve Rogers, the new director of S.H.I.E.L.D.

He seemed to be familiar with the busy paperwork that he needed to handle as the director of SHIELD. He was sitting behind his desk, staring intently at the computer screen, and said,

"What is it, Natasha?"

Black Widow held up a photo in her hand, which was the photo she got at Madripoor Harbor, the one showing Captain America having a secret conversation with three Hydra executives, and asked:

"Captain, this is a photo I got from an informant when I was tracking down Baron Zemo. I want to confirm if the person in this is you?"

"It's me."

Captain America said calmly as he typed on the keyboard.

Black Widow breathed a sigh of relief:

"That's good, I was going to say... wait, what did you say?!"

Black Widow reacted and her eyes widened.

"I say..." Captain America turned away from the computer, looked at the people in front of him, and said seriously:

"The person in the photo is me."

Everyone: "…"

Despite some doubts and psychological preparation, the superheroes were still stunned when Captain America admitted it in person in front of them.

Black Widow looked at the calm man in front of her with disbelief in her eyes and said in a trembling voice:

"Captain, do you know what you are doing?"

"Of course I do."

Captain America stood up calmly, opened the door of the compartment behind him, and said:

"In fact, there is no need to go through so much trouble. I can prove to you right now what I am doing."

From the compartment behind him, Baron Zemo, Madame Viper, and Dr. Zora walked out one after another.

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

The only three remaining fugitive members of the Hydra Supreme Council were now standing in front of the superheroes in full view of them, with a calm and indifferent expression on their faces.

"I..."

Thor clenched the handle of the hammer in his hand, arcs of electricity flashing all over his body, and he was ready to attack.

Captain America slowly raised the translucent blue cube in his hand.

A soft light flashed, covering the entire office.

In an instant, the arc of electricity surrounding Thor went out.

With a "bang", Thor's hammer Mjolnir fell to the ground.

Thor looked at his palm in shock. He bent down and tried to pick up Thor's hammer, but found that even if he tried his best, he could not lift the hammer.

Seeing this, Hawkeye took the longbow from his back without hesitation, put an arrow on it and was about to shoot, but found that he could not pull the bowstring even after using all his arm strength, and his face turned red.

Black Widow suddenly found herself limp all over and fell to the ground as if she had lost her support. All those exquisite fighting techniques in her mind were blank.

The Scarlet Witch, who was about to float up, suddenly had her eyes rolled back, covered her head, fell to her knees, and let out a scream of pain.

Vision froze in place, shaking all over, unable to move, the binary code "01001101010" flashing in his eyes.

If Ron, Upton and Zhang Yuning were standing here at this moment, they would understand what Fu Qinghai meant when he told them about his plan: "Captain America no longer needs his shield."

Because what Captain America is holding in his hand at this moment is a weapon that is even more powerful than the shield - the Cosmic Cube!

Captain America looks at the superheroes who are weak and collapsed in front of him, holding the cube in his hand, and walks forward slowly.

He said calmly:

"As you can see..."

"The world is about to return to the right track, history is about to be rewritten by me, and the truth no longer needs to be concealed."

He leaned down, grasped the handle of Mjolnir with one hand, and under the incredulous gaze of Thor, he slowly picked up Thor's hammer and then raised it high above his head.

"Crack!"

A thick white lightning bolt outside the window instantly pierced through the glass and hit Thor's hammer, then wrapped around Captain America's body, surrounding him with flickering and jumping white arcs of electricity.

"Long live Hydra!"

Captain America raised the hammer in one hand and shouted to the sky.

"Boom—"

Outside the window, louder thunder and suddenly heavier rain seemed to be responding to his shouts.

…

"No fight."

Fu Qinghai slowly exhaled a thick white mist, and the rich aroma of cigar floated in the air.

"He is the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he holds great power, he holds the Cosmic Cube, he can modify reality, and he knows every Avenger's ability. How can we fight him? There is no way."

Fu Qinghai's palm slowly stroked Justine's smooth back, smoothing out the tiny beads of sweat on it, and continued:

"When the Chitauri officially invade the Earth, the President of the United States will give him command of the navy, army and air force. At that time, he will use the power of the Cosmic Cube to repel the Chitauri. From now on, Captain Marvel will have nothing to do with Earth's alien affairs."

Fu Qinghai said lightly.

This is what he said to Justine, and also what he said to Ron, Upton and Zhang Yuning.

Justine, who was exhausted and dying, gasped and said,

"So, all this was within your expectations, right?"

"Of course, that also includes your current appearance."

Fu Qinghai smiled complacently, and then warned:

"During this period of time, don't live here. Go travel, go to Hawaii, go to Monaco, go anywhere. Come back after I leave."

Justine wondered, "Why?"

Fu Qinghai shook his head without explaining.

If you want to blame someone, blame Nathan Lemon's guys for trying to secretly film The Grudge.

When that person was hiding far away and taking pictures with a telephoto lens, Fu Qinghai hadn't noticed it yet, but Zhang Yuning noticed it at the first moment. She immediately turned her head to look in that direction, which scared the person who took the picture.

In the Grudge universe, the cause and effect of the Grudge will be spread through all carriers. Although this is an SSS-level Marvel comic universe and The Grudge is only an A-level horror movie universe, who can say for sure about supernatural things?

When Fu Qinghai entered the room, he saw the photo on the table, which was why he hurried over to find Justine.

Don't let the plan be completed before Justine is killed by Zhang Yuning.

Although Zhang Yuning listened to him most of the time and was very gentle and well-behaved, the yandere temperament that sometimes inadvertently revealed made Fu Qinghai a little worried about Justine's safety.

…

In the office of S.H.I.E.L.D.'s temporary headquarters.

The limp Black Widow fell to the ground, struggling to stand up, and said to Captain America, who was flashing with electricity:

"You...you won't succeed. We still have Captain Marvel."

"Oh, you mean this?"

Captain America picked up a black pager from the desk and crushed the little thing with one hand.

"Did you forget to call Captain Marvel to return to Earth? The switch is in the hands of Director SHIELD? But it doesn't matter. Earth will no longer need her in the future."

Captain America's voice was cold, like the Dark King's.

There was only one person left standing at the scene.

It was Lev Alexandrovich.

He was the only person present whose super powers were not affected.

At this moment, he looked at the superheroes falling down in front of him with a very embarrassed expression.

How the fuck did this happen?

Why did Captain America suddenly turn evil?

What kind of bullshit plot is this?

He raised his head and locked eyes with Captain America.

Suddenly, black strips all over his body exploded like ink, instantly shattering the walls and door panels. Alessandro jumped back and was about to escape.

It's too late.

The cube in Captain America's hand flashed with blue light, and countless black tentacles that spread out wantonly were fixed in mid-air in a second.

Alessandro was completely frozen.

Captain America took a breath tiredly, took two steps at a time, walked forward, and aimed the Cosmic Cube at Alessandro's head.

The blue light was shining brightly, and in the sudden flash of light, the black tentacles and strips all over Alessandro's body began to slowly melt and slowly retracted into his body.

Even his body was melting, like a wax figure under the scorching sun, gradually collapsing and melting under the power of the Cosmic Cube.

Finally, only a small drop of black liquid like oil was left, lying quietly on the floor.

Captain America was breathing heavily, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead. He supported his knees, reached out and picked up the small piece of black matter, and put it into the Cosmic Cube.

From then on, the complete form of the Blacklight virus, Lev Alexandrov, was imprisoned in a prison created by the Cosmic Cube.

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　Thanks to The Knight Who Doesn't Die Barehanded, The Sky Wings of the Sun God, all the names I thought of are taken, |Fake Passerby|, and rewards from several book friends.

　　Every time I write a title, I want to use a joke. I don't want to use a common title like "Farewell", "Arrival", "Battle", etc. But this time I delayed it because I really couldn't think of a joke for the title. I'm so angry!

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