Chapter 1141: ?cause of death

Steve walked into the church in a daze. It was not the first time he was here, but he had never been struggling like this.

Most of the people who can enter the church are unknown to Steve. Fortunately, there are a few acquaintances, such as several logistics doctors who have been friends with Howard. He also saw the blind Nick Fury here, and rarely put it on He was wearing military uniform and stood in the shadow inside the gate like a security guard.

"Steve."

Fury sighed and talked to Captain America, as if he didn't know what to say, so he could only pat his arm comfortingly.

The black agent is not familiar with Mr. Wilson. He only knows that he is one of the important sponsors of SSR and the logistics department, and he has the same father and son with Steve.

So he came, maybe the purpose is not simple, but he still came.

"Nick." Steve nodded at him and looked towards the altar. The huge coffin was placed on the altar at this time: "Is Peggy coming?"

Fury shook his head. He also looked at the crowd in the front row: "She needs to go to the White House to meet the President today and attend the Ministerial Security Conference. She really can't go away."

Steve gritted his teeth but only let out a long sigh. He didn't say much, and walked straight ahead.

The coffin is open for family and friends to look at the remains, while gin is standing beside the coffin and crying bitterly, picking up a small handkerchief from time to time to wipe his eyes and cheeks.

At this time, a middle-aged bald man in a wheelchair was talking to her. The distance was too far. Steve couldn't understand what was being said. He could only see the man pushing the wheelchair to the coffin and barely looked at his face. His expression became very strange.

Then the bald head left the altar and returned to a corner without saying a word. There was a middle-aged man with silver hair beside him with a very serious face, wearing a dark red jacket, looking dusty.

As the front line gets shorter and shorter, it is finally Steve's turn. At this time, Xiao Wang and the secret guest are supporting the gin, and she seems to be unable to stand still from crying.

Steve didn't know how to speak, he could only wipe his palm on his pants and whispered, "I'm here."

Gin looked up at him, showing a bitter smile: "Just come."

"What the **** is going on? Why is it so sudden?" Steve was pulled by the gin to the side of the coffin. Inside the coffin was a half-burnt corpse, wearing a neat suit, lying among the flowers.

A large picture of Slade's head was stapled to the face of the corpse with several medical staples.

He finally understood why the bald head looked weird before, and it was too much to put a photo on his face... But even so, his heart was already filled with grief, and he couldn't care about the details.

While wiping his tears, Gin said breathlessly: "Last night he went out alone, saying he was going to see you where you live, and brought you your favorite burger, but he was on the road. A heart attack recurred and a car accident. When the fire brigade arrived, he finally snatched his body from the wreckage of the burning vehicle..."

At this time, Xiao Wang handed over a kraft paper bag at the right time. This paper bag had traces of fire and dry powder caused by fire extinguishing agents. It was painted with a black and yellow W logo, which is a very common Wilson fast food.

Steve reached into the paper bag with a trembling hand and took out a hamburger wrapped in colored paper. At this time, the bread was cold, and the meat inside was also greasy, leaving a moist layer on the paper.

All this reminds Steve of the past, when he and Bucky went to the dock to look for work. They were eaten and brought home. It was minced beef stuffing and fried. This was his most Food that is not familiar.

Even after so many years, he still often eats this food, thinking of the days with Bucky, the carefree days when he was a child.

And as the memories filled his mind, Slade's face kept coming to his mind. He took the two to eat out, took them to the amusement park, and taught them a lot of truth.

During World War II, he even drove an airplane to cross the German blockade to see himself on the front line, and helped himself in every aspect after the war.

But now, he died on the way to give himself Hamburg, even his body was burned like this...

Even if Gin didn't say anything to blame, Steve would never forgive himself. He held a bag of hamburgers to his chest and wept bitterly. He knelt down beside the coffin and reached out to grab the corpse's hand.

"It's all my fault, I shouldn't have seen you for so long, Godfather, blame me..."

He hung on the edge of the coffin like mud, wishing to jump into the coffin to replace the godfather, crying silently.

Holloway, who was talking to the priest on the side, hurried over to help him: "Steve, cheer up, he has always had all kinds of senile diseases, but I didn’t tell you about it. His departure is very for us. A big loss. He sponsored my hospital to help the poor without medical insurance. The charity fund he set up saved thousands of people. He is a good man."

Not to mention it's okay, once this Steve remembered that during the Great Depression, half of New York was survived by Slade, and he is considered a saint by many people.

"Woo!" Steve let out a choking sound, and he firmly took the corpse's arm and didn't want to let go.

At this time Howard appeared by Steve’s side, and Holloway stood him up, saying: "Don’t delay too long. He was very punctual during his lifetime. There is one in his will. I just want to get into the soil as soon as possible."

"No, let me get along with him for a while, it's all my fault!" Steve stubbornly refused to leave, he could spend the whole day with Holloway.

Howard and Holloway exchanged glances. The two dragged Steve out. Holloway persuaded from the doctor’s perspective: “The body is so badly damaged that it can’t be repaired even by the enchanter. smell......"

Steve: "...Woo!"

Howard also persuaded: "Yes, there are so many people waiting to pay their respects and present flowers. Even if you guard the coffin, Slade will not be able to survive. If you use his own words, it would be a dead end. Up."

Steve: "...Wow!"

He didn't pay any attention to what the two were talking about, just staring at the photo pinned to the face of the corpse in the coffin. The two dragged him away by two steps, and as soon as he exerted force, he leaped back to the side of the coffin, and then dragged a little away, and he rushed back.

The three of them were like a see-saw ~www.NovelMTL.com~. They played a scene beside the coffin that the dutiful son did not want to believe in reality. The representatives from all walks of life who participated in the memorial service were moved to tears.

But how can the burnt corpse held by Steve with a hand can withstand this toss? The remains of the homeless man retrieved from Holloway Hospital did not have X metal bones, so under the struggle between the two sides, with a crisp sound...

The arm was broken.

The scorched forearm came out of the sleeve of the suit and was held by Steve. The black bones and flesh were separated, and the squishy, ​​icy burnt skin drooped on Steve's arm.

All three were dumbfounded, and the pastor not far away stared wide. He had never seen a family member who would remove the deceased's arm.

Howard and Holloway let go of Steve in an instant, as if subconsciously keeping a distance from him.

Steve looked at the broken arm in his hand, then looked at the horrified gin people on the side, and his heart was filled with shame and sadness even worse. He suddenly felt black before his eyes and passed out straight.