Chapter 383 Three Detectives (Part 2)

"At the beginning, I was a little confused. Why was it such a coincidence that T'Challa was attacked just when I was on the phone with him? Unless someone wanted to lure us over." Stark said in a low voice.

"What's more coincidental is that we arrived at the moment when he took action, and then heard him shout "Hydra". Even if the people of Hydra are stupid, they are a spy organization after all. No spy organization would send a killer to kill someone and let the witness know who did it. "

Steve also frowned deeply. He said, "It seems a bit strange, but it may be a coincidence. What puzzles me even more is that the difficulty of dealing with Hydra has suddenly increased. This matter is even more suspicious. "

"They are forcing us to unite together, because if we get together often, he can better provoke emotions between us, and then make us oppose each other and finally start a war. "

Speaking of this, several humans felt a chill on their backs. Steve slowly closed his eyes, exhaled, and leaned back on the chair, as if he had lost all his strength. He said: "... Do you know how the world war started?"

Everyone was silent. Obviously, this was not a question. Anyone could think of it. Even the cause written in the textbook looked like a conspiracy.

"There is room for war between ordinary people, but there is no room for war between us. Once the war starts, not only New York, but also the country, the continent and even the earth may suffer extremely serious damage. "Steve showed a sad expression, obviously thinking of something.

"Hive...Hydra..." Stark closed his eyes slightly, but the part that was exposed contained a sharp light, and the light in his eyes was brighter on his tired face.

Suddenly, Steve stood up, he looked down at his scarred and dusty uniform, and the shield that was no longer shiny because of a war, he stepped forward and walked towards Stark who was still lying on the ground.

Stark's armor was no longer as smooth as new, the originally shiny metal was scratched with various marks, some parts were still smoking, and there was a blood mark on one side of his temple, which seemed to be scratched when he fell.

At this time, the two of them looked at each other quietly, and they both felt ridiculous for each other's dusty posture.

Steve wiped his face and then He looked at his arm and said, "If this is the consequence of our fight..."

He took a deep breath, shook his head, and then said, "I am very glad that this happened in this state. Both of us are still alive, without missing any limbs, without losing too much blood, and not unable to stand up..."

Steve leaned down, as if he wanted to pull Stark up, but Stark turned over and avoided Steve's shadow in a somewhat embarrassed posture, then slowly got up from the ground, staggered a few times, and stood opposite him.

When the two of them faced each other, they saw the same belief and fire in each other's eyes. Stark still raised his head high, lowered his eyelids, and looked at Steve with the lower half of his eyes. He said, "I think I won, but I don't feel proud at all."

"We almost smashed a planet into ruins. If I wake up from my dream now and see this kind of earth..." Stark trembled a little when he took a breath, and the tail tone took a sharp turn: "I don't even know how to avenge it, because it was us who did it."

"I have tried my best to prevent such a thing from happening. "Steve pursed his lips and said, "There are many people like me who not only try their best but also sacrifice their lives to prevent such a thing from happening."

"If they really intend to do this..." Stark raised his voice: "Then I will use my actions to tell them that they have found the wrong person."

Steve looked into his eyes and remained silent. Then, Stark raised his smoking arm, paused in mid-air, and hit Steve on the shoulder.

The two exhausted people fell down.

The sound of them falling to the ground was a little dull, like the thunder that suddenly sounded in the endless night and heavy rain.

In addition to the thunder, there was also a light full of hope like dawn.

The picture on the projection screen was frozen at this moment. In Schiller's mind hall, Schiller, wearing a long black windbreaker, slowly said: "Perhaps, this is the difference between your world and Gotham. There are nights and rainy nights here, but there are also lightning that cuts through the sky and brings light. "

"I often feel that Iron Man and Batman are a bit similar. "Schiller in a white coat said, but then he shook his head and said, "But Batman doesn't have Captain America, or even if he does, he will never punch him like Stark just did."

"I've finished talking to that madman about our plan, now it's your turn, right?" Schiller in a black trench coat turned his head and looked at himself next to him. Schiller in a white coat looked at the ceiling and said, "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"We are one person, are you still going to deceive yourself? Or let me make it clearer, how was T'Challa attacked?"

"Of course it's Hydra's conspiracy." Schiller in white clothes smiled and said, he paused and added: "Of course, I provided a little help, really only a little."

"Why do you want to deal with Hydra? Don't tell me that you are a good person with justice and want to help the Avengers deal with their biggest enemy."

"Of course not, remember the first time I went to SHIELD for psychological counseling?"

"Remember, all the agents avoided you, but this is normal. Do you hate them just because of this?"

"No, they don't come for psychological counseling, I'm happy to be free, but have you forgotten? They broke the smoke alarm in my office and almost got me caught in the rain, and at that time, I didn't have an umbrella."

The projection screen lit up again. In the office of Arkham Sanatorium, Schiller was fiddling with a small device. There was an instruction manual and a mess of parts next to him.

While clumsily disassembling the smoke alarm device, he whispered to himself: "It seems that someone has installed other infrared sensors in it, allowing them to control the smoke alarms in every room at any time..."

As he said this, he violently disassembled one of the parts, held it in his hand and looked at it, but he couldn't see anything. Then, he threw it on the table, and the smoke alarm in his hand had completely fallen apart.

Schiller turned around and took out a box of smoke alarms of the same model from under the desk, and then threw the one he had broken into the trash can, which already had the remains of seven or eight smoke alarms, and none of them died peacefully.

After destroying all the smoke alarms of the same model in the box, Schiller finally came to a simple conclusion that could not be simpler - there are indeed people in SHIELD who can control the smoke alarms in every room. The incident that the smoke alarm suddenly sounded and sprinkled water that day was either an accident or someone was behind it.

In the next two days, Schiller frequently shuttled in SHIELD, sometimes chatting and smoking with Natasha, sometimes eating in the cafeteria with Coulson, and sometimes chatting with Nick in his office about economics-related issues...

One evening, Schiller returned to the sanatorium, and then wrote a name on a medical record - "Grant Ward".

A few days later, a series of names appeared in the medical record. Next to Grant Ward's name, an arrow was drawn, pointing to John Garrett, and next to John Garrett's name, another arrow was drawn, pointing to Alexander Pierce.

"I have no grudge against Pierce. He can be Hydra if he wants to. But who told him to get an extra remote control system to control the smoke alarm before leaving SHIELD in order to strengthen his control? He left the system to Garrett and a remote control to Ward..."

Schiller in a white coat on the chair shrugged and said, "I know I'm not welcome, but that's not a reason for them to get me soaked. I didn't even have an umbrella at that time... Do you remember what you said?"

Schiller in black turned his head to look at him, and the two of them smiled in sync. He said, "When I don't have an umbrella, no one can expect it to rain."

Schiller in a white coat leaned back in his chair, looking forward. His tone was very calm, as if he was talking about a trivial matter.

"My work at SHIELD gave me the opportunity to get in touch with Pierce. One day, I visited him and wanted to discuss a business deal with him, which was about vibranium."

"At that time, he didn't know that the new material molten steel was about to be born. No one knew this news except us. After I revealed this news to him, he immediately realized the business opportunity, because molten steel will replace vibranium."

"This means that if the Wakandans know this news, the price of vibranium will definitely plummet. They will be eager to sell their vibranium to cash in to resist the impact of the new material."

"Sure enough, Pierce contacted Eric, the leader of the second largest tribe in Wakanda. He sent Klaue to contact Eric, but Eric asked for a lot of money. This is not surprising. He wanted to make a profit at once. Get enough money, and then shake T'Challa's rule. "

"At this time, I gave Pierce another suggestion. Instead of using the information gap to purchase vibranium in advance, it is better to help Eric take the position, disrupt the situation in Wakanda, and then manipulate it, you know, just like every coup in Africa."

"In fact, I don't need to remind him. Pierce also thought of this, but the reason why he didn't do it immediately was because he doubted Eric's loyalty. What disappointed me was that he didn't have a strong brainwashing method, so I had to do it in the end. "

"I used crazy wine to sneak into Eric's subconscious and gave him hints. Of course, he had deep malice towards T'Challa. What I did more was to make him say the right words at the right time. "

"That kind of toxin..."

"You are familiar with it. Didn't you just take it out of Constantine's body? According to Constantine, the cursed soul is also a rare thing in that world. Of course, no one in this world has seen it."

After listening to it, Schiller in a black windbreaker adjusted his posture and leaned back comfortably. He said, "It seems that this time the three of us have worked together to accomplish a big thing."

"From the order of action, you wanted to retaliate against Hydra, so you planned the assassination of T'Challa, which led to the Hive Hydra and broke my umbrella, so I planned the alien civil war. In the end, that madman and the rain from another world put a perfect end to everything."

Schiller in a white coat leaned forward, picked up the wine glass from the coffee table in front of him, and poured a glass of wine for himself and his other self.

Looking from the back of the sofa, the two wine glasses touched each other, and the foam from the collision of the wine slowly rose up, and the room unfolded like a box.

A big hand held a green-haired brick man and put it in the center of the room. The brick man's head was cylindrical and his hands were C-shaped.

A green-haired figure looked down at the three brick men in the box who looked exactly the same, except for their clothes and hair colors, and said with a smile:

"We are really three detectives, right?"

Actually, it's still three/detectives

It's a crazy god

Hehe