"Crack!" Following the completion of a film that was only about ten minutes long, the fluorescent lights were turned on again in a dark room.
This screening hall is not big, only about 30 square meters when it is fully loaded. At this time, there are more than a dozen people sitting in the room, which looks like a middle school classroom where an educational film is being played.
However, it is somewhat strange that, with the exception of a few of these people, most of them don't care much about the content of the film. They are talking softly in various places, or playing with the latest smartphones and texting acquaintances. There is also a young man wearing a mask and casual clothes skateboarding around the projection hall.
Of course, this can't be completely blamed on them. This short video is not only a long time, with blurred black and white images, but also the battle in it is not so intense and exciting for strong people like them.
The projection of the silver screen on the wall still stays on the last frame, on which there is a young man wearing a British lieutenant’s military uniform with a smile on his face, holding a bloody package in his hand, behind him is a dark corridor, the environment looks like Like a walkway in an underground bomb shelter.
The young man seemed to have just been seriously injured. The bandages wrapped around his waist were stained with blood on both sides of his body. It should be a penetrating wound to his abdomen. If Qin Lun was here at this time, he would find that the person on the silver screen was himself, or "Joy".
"Gentlemen, stop what you are doing first!" Looking at the group of casual subordinates below, the "teacher" on the podium covered his face, and looked helplessly at the "squad leader" in the front row.
This "teacher" is really not a good example in terms of appearance. He is a black big man with a rigid expression, wearing a black leather trench coat and a black eyepatch on his face. His cold face seems to say "a stranger." Do not approach" four big characters.
Of course, these people were not real teachers and students. The "monitor" was a tall, fit, blond young man. Although he is tall and muscular, he has a handsome face and always has a gentle smile, which is very different from that kind of big and reckless guy.
The young man's face looked to be only twenty-seven or eighteen years old, his blond hair was shaved into a simple crew cut, and his demeanor also carried the heroic temperament of a soldier.
In the past, if he saw the "teacher" looking for help in his eyes, the blond young man couldn't help being funny, and he didn't mind teasing the boss and friend on stage at all.
However, just after watching the old video film, he found that he couldn't arouse any interest. The memory he thought he had long forgotten, once again appeared bloody like a reopened scar, and a faint sadness could not help but linger in his heart.
"Everyone, please be quiet!" The young man didn't even raise his head, his hands clasped his fists and his chin was propped up, his voice was a little low.
The young man's voice was not very loud, but the dozen or so companions in the room couldn't help but shudder, and stopped what they were doing. Several companions who were playing with mobile phones looked at him in surprise, and put down their mobile phones at the same time. Even the masked young man, who was playing skateboarding and joking with others from time to time, was slightly taken aback. He picked up the skateboard under his arm and went back quietly in his seat.
"Stephen, what's the matter?" A red-haired girl with a charming appearance but a cold and rigid temperament next to the young man frowned slightly, and put her shoulders on the young man with concern.
The people gathered in this room are all powerful, each with its own unique and proud personality. There is no affiliation relationship between them, but they respect each other, and to some extent it can even be said that they share the same philosophy and cherish each other.
However, no matter whether they are very old seniors or young ones who have just grown up, each of them has deeds that can be called legends by the world. I have experienced more joys, sorrows, sorrows and joys than ordinary people, and at the same time, I also bear responsibilities and ideas that ordinary people cannot bear.
Therefore, they have also developed extremely sensitive nerves. The words of youth have no binding force on them, but they can hear the heaviness from the depths of their souls, which reminds everyone of the most painful and unforgettable moments in their lives. Painful memory.
"Nothing!" The handsome young man called Stephen by the red-haired girl took a deep breath, raised his head again, looked at the cruel one-eyed black man on the podium, and said in a deep voice, "Nick, I'm in a bad mood right now! If you don't Explain clearly, why let us watch this video from more than 50 years ago, even if you are locked up for a week, I will beat you hard!"
The big black man with an expression as hard as granite had a slight surprise in his one-eyed eyes. He and Stephen are not only colleagues, but also have a very good relationship at ordinary times. It can be said that they are life and death friends. In terms of Stephen's usual gentle personality of emphasizing love and righteousness, this is already the most important thing he can say.
"It seems that what happened in Casablanca that year really hit him hard!" A thought flashed in Nick's mind, but he immediately put it aside. Now is not the time to think about it.
"This time you are called here because of the terrorist attack that just happened in Washington!" Nick quickly cleared his mind and said with a solemn expression, "Perhaps you have seen similar news on the way here, but due to the sudden , Except for a few members of S.H.I.E.L.D. who participated in the war, most of you still don’t know the real situation, because the government controls related news reports.”
"Cut!" Hearing Nick's words, several members in the room who were not too interested in the government couldn't help curling their lips secretly, only to see the serious expressions of Nick and the other members of S.H.I.E.L.D. The words swallowed again.
"In Washington DC, including the White House and the Pentagon, hundreds of buildings were burned, and there were countless losses of public property. So far, the number of casualties is still rising. Although there is no accurate data, due to the dense population of the DC area, preliminary It is estimated to be 400,000 to 600,000. It is close to the direct casualties of the two atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II."
When Nick said this, his face was ashen. This terrorist attack was a great insult to S.H.I.E.L.D., which claims to be the shield of world peace. The most ironic thing is that the main reason for the huge casualties is that the flying aircraft carrier designed and manufactured by S.H.I.E.L.D. was stolen by members of the Hydra organization hidden in the organization.
Although the culprit of this terrorist attack was eventually wiped out by the superhumans of S.H.I.E.L.D. led by Captain America, the Black Widow, but the reports of serious casualties and property damage hurt everyone, and the reputation of S.H.I.E.L.D. caused irreparable damage.
"I've said it a long time ago, there is no need for a double-edged sword like S.H.I.E.L.D." Knowing the consequences of the terrorist attack, the people in the room were a little silent. One of the middle-aged scholars adjusted his glasses, Said a little indifferently.
"Dr. Bruce, now is not a good time to complain!" Nick sighed. As the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., this soldier-turned-hard man was full of self-blame even though he looked extremely strong.
"Nick, as the main participant in this terrorist attack, I know more details than you!" Stephen Rogers, the captain of the United States, dimmed his eyes, but soon came back to his senses, and said dissatisfiedly, "It's just For this video, you still haven't given me an explanation!"
"Stephen, although you are the main combat force this time, you did not participate in the later 'cleaning' work. In fact, we also captured some Hydra organizations after the battle and got some important information."
Nick was silent for a while, and suddenly said a word without beginning and end, "He's back!"
"It's impossible, he died a long time ago!" Stephen obviously understood the strange words immediately, and his expression changed. Nick's explanation, "I don't want to hear your story anymore, it's a waste of time!"
Captain America left in a rage, leaving a group of companions in the room who were familiar with him a little stunned. They had never seen Stephen, who had a gentle personality, have such a violent side.
"Nick, what's going on?" A middle-aged gentleman with a mustache in the room looked up at the one-eyed black man seriously.
The middle-aged gentleman had been leaning back on the chair, dozing off with his eyes closed. Even when everyone was quiet before, he didn't sit up straight, appearing a little independent. And the companions next to him seemed not to be surprised, they understood the temperament of this genius prodigal son very well, and they didn't bother to remind him deliberately.
It wasn't until Stephen Rogers slammed the door away that he fully realized the explosion-like anger in his friend's chest, and had to face it squarely.
"Tony... We all know that at Stephen's real age, he is the oldest among us." Nick's rigid face showed a wry smile for the first time, "Although we are all friends of Stephen, we are only limited to this era , unable to bear the previous memories and feelings with him.
In fact, the invincible Captain America in government propaganda had experienced an unforgettable defeat with the allied superhumans half a century ago. Next, I will show you another top-secret file that has never appeared in history, about a battle at the end of World War II in 1945, the Battle of Casablanca! "
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Half an hour later, the door to the war room opened again, and more than a dozen strong men filed out with dignified expressions.
It's just that as soon as they reached the door, they found Stephen with his head up and his back against the wall in a daze. Obviously, Captain America has calmed down from the rage just now, and he didn't really leave here. Instead, he listened to Nick's information at the door.
Everyone looked at the strong warrior who rarely lost his composure, and each looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing how to comfort this companion. Quite a few of them have had the experience of being deprived of their relatives or comrades-in-arms by dark forces, and they know that such pain can only be overcome by themselves.
"... Stephen, this is not like you, take heart, you are our captain!" Tony Stark, who was also the middle-aged gentleman just now, walked to the young man with a stern face. The serious expression on his face made people familiar with him , there is an inexplicable sense of joy.
However, this genius and prodigal son is obviously not good at this kind of work of comforting people. Seeing that Stephen ignored him, he curled his lips in boredom, "We will avenge you this time, tell that old Nazi who was eliminated by the times, Now is not a new era where he can continue to be violent!"
Hearing Tony's words, Stephen slowly lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged gentleman expressionlessly.
If you can't comfort others, don't comfort them, okay! Everyone's face twitched, and they cursed Tony Stark in their hearts. Captain America seems to be an old guy from World War II!
"Ahem, Stephen, I mean that old Nazi, not you old..." Iron Man quickly realized his language problem, and he hesitated to explain.
"Tony... shut up!" The superhuman powerhouses gathered at the door shouted in unison.