Chapter 95 Heroes and Unity
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Loki escapes.
Hulk falls.
Thor was thrown into an air prison.
Coulson dies.
Tony's armor is damaged.
"Wow, so much happened in such a short time."
John said something, attracting the attention of others.
Fury shifted his gaze and played with a stack of cards in his hand.
The card was soaked in blood. It was Coulson's blood.
Tony was silent.
"These cards were found in Agent Coulson's jacket. He didn't get a chance to get your autograph."
Fury threw the card on the table, and Steve picked up a card with blood on it and yellow edges.
Above is a picture of Captain America.
"We are in a blind state, the communication is broken, we cannot find the Rubik's Cube, and Banner and Thor are also missing."
"I can't do anything either."
"I lost my best confidant," Fury said.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I brought it upon myself."
"Yes, we originally planned to use the Rubik's Cube to make weapons," he started walking. "At that time, I didn't place my bet on it, but used it on a more risky project."
When John heard this, he cursed in his heart, "You have already made the weapons."
Fury is still sensational, telling things about the Avengers.
This plan was not optimistic at first, but he was more willing to believe in this group of people.
“The idea is to bring together the best people in the world to see if they can make a bigger difference.”
Fury's eyes fell on John.
John rubbed the ring.
The most remarkable person in the world?
Including wizards?
Create a hero?
John didn't say much about the idea.
Who defines this hero?
SHIELD?
government?
people?
He picked up a card, covered his fingers with blood, and squinted his eyes.
Tony stood up and left the table, and Steve walked out soon after.
John stayed in his position and prepared to leave.
"Wick," Fury stopped him, with a look in his eyes, "Do you also think this suggestion is outdated?"
"Surviving the times," John raised the card in his hand, "like this move."
"I'm going to excuse you," John glanced at Agent Hill, "otherwise she might want to pull out a gun and shoot me."
"Colson is dead, Wick," Fury said. "Why aren't you sad?"
"Why should I be sad?" John said in surprise, "I wasn't the one who killed him."
"If you were here, he might survive."
John stopped and turned to look at Fury, "Then why aren't you sad?"
Fury said nothing, but his eyes betrayed him. It was not that he was not sad.
After his confidant died, he had to use his blood to inspire this group of people. This was the decision he needed as a commander.
"I mean the others," John said calmly, "It's not just Coulson who died here, there were other people. They were also your men and gave their lives for you."
John narrowed his eyes, "They are dead, will you remember them the same way you remember Colson?"
Fury was silent.
John smiled and left.
Intimacy is different.
"They are nothing more than tools of those in power."
...
John and S.H.I.E.L.D. will not be on the same page.
Just like SHIELD makes weapons to defend wizards, there are still some conflicts between wizards and ordinary people.
Mysterious wizards are always evil in fairy tales.
He did not leave immediately, but went to a room first.
Natasha accompanies Barton who wakes up.
Although John felt that without Natasha's punch, Barton might not have needed to sleep.
Natasha also noticed John. After she made sure Barton had returned to normal again, she opened the door and came out.
"how did you do it?"
"What, release the control?" John raised his eyebrows and said, "I am a wizard, so of course I use magic."
Picking up an arrow that Patton had confiscated and placed outside, John used force to bend the arrow a little. He felt that this thing looked familiar.
It seems that when I was in school, my owl would bring one back from nowhere.
Natasha and John leaned against the wall. After a long time, Natasha asked: "When did you put this in my pocket?"
She opened her palms, and the broken amulet had long lost its protective effect.
This is a product of the wizarding world, something John invented as well.
It is currently an advanced piece of equipment that both Aurors and Strikers have.
"Do you remember the handcuff key?" John lowered his eyes to his left hand. A strand of blue silk thread was wrapped around his finger. You couldn't find it unless you looked carefully.
"Why?" Natasha asked her confusion. She looked at the young face and asked seriously, "You don't care about human life at all. Even if this aircraft carrier crashes, it won't replace you." of mercy."
She knew exactly how cold and cold the person in front of her was.
It became clearer what John meant by foreigners, which meant that he had no sense of belonging to America.
The news of Colson's death made no waves in John's eyes.
Such a person, who has no regard for life and the law, would worry about his own safety and leave no means behind?
Natasha wants answers, not as a SHIELD agent, but as Natasha Romanoff.
This favor is hard to understand and even more flattering.
Now Natasha feels more and more how naive she was back then.
He actually tried to protect such a monster.
She was wrong.
The danger is not to the Ten Commandments Gang, not to Kingpin, and not to High Table, but to the person in front of him.
With just a few tricks, he can send the arrogant master of Hell's Kitchen to prison.
That's because he wanted to see how the Kingpin struggled with losing everything.
He plays with the world.
Whether it's tens of billions of business or hundreds of lives, it's just a level in his game.
"You stand in front of me," Natasha looked at him blankly, "but you feel so far away."
"So far away..."
"I can't see clearly."
John's body has always been covered with a veil, and every time people feel that they understand him well enough, they get a glimpse of a deeper mystery.
Listening to Natasha's words, John looked deeply at the woman with his reddish-brown eyes.
"Because you are my assistant, Natalie Romankoff."
His answer was surprising, but also reasonable.
"You once stopped a killer for my sister. You were never afraid of her and stayed away from her." John smiled slightly, "Is this reason enough?"
John glanced sideways at Barton, who was staring here, and paused slightly, "But Natasha Romanoff also has her family."
Natasha looked at Barton. She and Barton had a family-like friendship.
"What did you and Loki talk about?" Natasha looked at John again.
"About wizards and rule." John curled his lips, "As a monarch, he is not suitable. He is arrogant and extremely eager to be recognized."
"What about you? What kind of person do you think you are?"
"Me?" John grinned, "I'm John Wick."
He waved his hand and left here.
Barton stood at the door, "Maybe I'm gossiping about love?"
"No," Natasha shook her head, "I don't think that kind of thing has anything to do with him."
"This is not love, but selfishness."
Barton touched his chin, "How did he do it, drive that thing out."
"He's a wizard," Natasha poured Barton a glass of water.
"Then we should let him stay and help." After thanking Natasha, Barton drank it all.
Just thinking of the killings he committed while being controlled, the guilt in Barton's heart was like a filled water glass about to overflow.
Although he was controlled, the blood of his colleagues who died in his hands seemed to be flowing unwillingly.
At this moment, the door opened.
"time to go."
Steve, in uniform, came over to call for help.
"Can you fly a plane?"
"I can."
Barton also had an account to settle with Loki, which happened to be settled together.
Avengers, now it's time to take revenge as the name suggests.
A plane took off without permission.
...
Fury stood in the central control room, flipping through the blood-stained cards with his fingers.
"Sir," Agent Hill came over and stopped, glancing at the blood on the cards. "Those cards are in Coulson's locker, not his coat pocket."
Fury continued to turn over the cards. He was not a good person, or in other words, all the people sitting in that position were not good people.
They are full of calculations and use all conditions to create victory.
"They need some motivation."
He looked up and looked out the glass, seeing an airplane and a steel suit flying past.
He understood that Loki had been found.
...
Hulk falls.
Thor was thrown into an air prison.
Coulson dies.
Tony's armor is damaged.
"Wow, so much happened in such a short time."
John said something, attracting the attention of others.
Fury shifted his gaze and played with a stack of cards in his hand.
The card was soaked in blood. It was Coulson's blood.
Tony was silent.
"These cards were found in Agent Coulson's jacket. He didn't get a chance to get your autograph."
Fury threw the card on the table, and Steve picked up a card with blood on it and yellow edges.
Above is a picture of Captain America.
"We are in a blind state, the communication is broken, we cannot find the Rubik's Cube, and Banner and Thor are also missing."
"I can't do anything either."
"I lost my best confidant," Fury said.
He shook his head and smiled bitterly: "Maybe I brought it upon myself."
"Yes, we originally planned to use the Rubik's Cube to make weapons," he started walking. "At that time, I didn't place my bet on it, but used it on a more risky project."
When John heard this, he cursed in his heart, "You have already made the weapons."
Fury is still sensational, telling things about the Avengers.
This plan was not optimistic at first, but he was more willing to believe in this group of people.
“The idea is to bring together the best people in the world to see if they can make a bigger difference.”
Fury's eyes fell on John.
John rubbed the ring.
The most remarkable person in the world?
Including wizards?
Create a hero?
John didn't say much about the idea.
Who defines this hero?
SHIELD?
government?
people?
He picked up a card, covered his fingers with blood, and squinted his eyes.
Tony stood up and left the table, and Steve walked out soon after.
John stayed in his position and prepared to leave.
"Wick," Fury stopped him, with a look in his eyes, "Do you also think this suggestion is outdated?"
"Surviving the times," John raised the card in his hand, "like this move."
"I'm going to excuse you," John glanced at Agent Hill, "otherwise she might want to pull out a gun and shoot me."
"Colson is dead, Wick," Fury said. "Why aren't you sad?"
"Why should I be sad?" John said in surprise, "I wasn't the one who killed him."
"If you were here, he might survive."
John stopped and turned to look at Fury, "Then why aren't you sad?"
Fury said nothing, but his eyes betrayed him. It was not that he was not sad.
After his confidant died, he had to use his blood to inspire this group of people. This was the decision he needed as a commander.
"I mean the others," John said calmly, "It's not just Coulson who died here, there were other people. They were also your men and gave their lives for you."
John narrowed his eyes, "They are dead, will you remember them the same way you remember Colson?"
Fury was silent.
John smiled and left.
Intimacy is different.
"They are nothing more than tools of those in power."
...
John and S.H.I.E.L.D. will not be on the same page.
Just like SHIELD makes weapons to defend wizards, there are still some conflicts between wizards and ordinary people.
Mysterious wizards are always evil in fairy tales.
He did not leave immediately, but went to a room first.
Natasha accompanies Barton who wakes up.
Although John felt that without Natasha's punch, Barton might not have needed to sleep.
Natasha also noticed John. After she made sure Barton had returned to normal again, she opened the door and came out.
"how did you do it?"
"What, release the control?" John raised his eyebrows and said, "I am a wizard, so of course I use magic."
Picking up an arrow that Patton had confiscated and placed outside, John used force to bend the arrow a little. He felt that this thing looked familiar.
It seems that when I was in school, my owl would bring one back from nowhere.
Natasha and John leaned against the wall. After a long time, Natasha asked: "When did you put this in my pocket?"
She opened her palms, and the broken amulet had long lost its protective effect.
This is a product of the wizarding world, something John invented as well.
It is currently an advanced piece of equipment that both Aurors and Strikers have.
"Do you remember the handcuff key?" John lowered his eyes to his left hand. A strand of blue silk thread was wrapped around his finger. You couldn't find it unless you looked carefully.
"Why?" Natasha asked her confusion. She looked at the young face and asked seriously, "You don't care about human life at all. Even if this aircraft carrier crashes, it won't replace you." of mercy."
She knew exactly how cold and cold the person in front of her was.
It became clearer what John meant by foreigners, which meant that he had no sense of belonging to America.
The news of Colson's death made no waves in John's eyes.
Such a person, who has no regard for life and the law, would worry about his own safety and leave no means behind?
Natasha wants answers, not as a SHIELD agent, but as Natasha Romanoff.
This favor is hard to understand and even more flattering.
Now Natasha feels more and more how naive she was back then.
He actually tried to protect such a monster.
She was wrong.
The danger is not to the Ten Commandments Gang, not to Kingpin, and not to High Table, but to the person in front of him.
With just a few tricks, he can send the arrogant master of Hell's Kitchen to prison.
That's because he wanted to see how the Kingpin struggled with losing everything.
He plays with the world.
Whether it's tens of billions of business or hundreds of lives, it's just a level in his game.
"You stand in front of me," Natasha looked at him blankly, "but you feel so far away."
"So far away..."
"I can't see clearly."
John's body has always been covered with a veil, and every time people feel that they understand him well enough, they get a glimpse of a deeper mystery.
Listening to Natasha's words, John looked deeply at the woman with his reddish-brown eyes.
"Because you are my assistant, Natalie Romankoff."
His answer was surprising, but also reasonable.
"You once stopped a killer for my sister. You were never afraid of her and stayed away from her." John smiled slightly, "Is this reason enough?"
John glanced sideways at Barton, who was staring here, and paused slightly, "But Natasha Romanoff also has her family."
Natasha looked at Barton. She and Barton had a family-like friendship.
"What did you and Loki talk about?" Natasha looked at John again.
"About wizards and rule." John curled his lips, "As a monarch, he is not suitable. He is arrogant and extremely eager to be recognized."
"What about you? What kind of person do you think you are?"
"Me?" John grinned, "I'm John Wick."
He waved his hand and left here.
Barton stood at the door, "Maybe I'm gossiping about love?"
"No," Natasha shook her head, "I don't think that kind of thing has anything to do with him."
"This is not love, but selfishness."
Barton touched his chin, "How did he do it, drive that thing out."
"He's a wizard," Natasha poured Barton a glass of water.
"Then we should let him stay and help." After thanking Natasha, Barton drank it all.
Just thinking of the killings he committed while being controlled, the guilt in Barton's heart was like a filled water glass about to overflow.
Although he was controlled, the blood of his colleagues who died in his hands seemed to be flowing unwillingly.
At this moment, the door opened.
"time to go."
Steve, in uniform, came over to call for help.
"Can you fly a plane?"
"I can."
Barton also had an account to settle with Loki, which happened to be settled together.
Avengers, now it's time to take revenge as the name suggests.
A plane took off without permission.
...
Fury stood in the central control room, flipping through the blood-stained cards with his fingers.
"Sir," Agent Hill came over and stopped, glancing at the blood on the cards. "Those cards are in Coulson's locker, not his coat pocket."
Fury continued to turn over the cards. He was not a good person, or in other words, all the people sitting in that position were not good people.
They are full of calculations and use all conditions to create victory.
"They need some motivation."
He looked up and looked out the glass, seeing an airplane and a steel suit flying past.
He understood that Loki had been found.
...
