Chapter 393 Follow-up

The remaining surviving superheroes returned to Washington together. They all looked tired, their eyes full of confusion and bewilderment, as if they had just woken up from a long and bizarre nightmare.

"What happened?"

"What happened?"

Everyone asked one after another, but after looking at each other, they found that no one could figure out what had happened.

At this moment, the snowstorm that had originally enveloped Washington seemed to have received some kind of instruction and began to gradually dissipate. The ice covering the city also melted rapidly, and the sound of dripping water sounded on the streets, as if it was a symphony of the city thawing.

The residents who had been frozen before gradually regained their vitality. They first looked at everything around them blankly, their eyes full of confusion.

They didn't even know what had happened to them. In their memories, time was still a few weeks ago, when Washington was still a prosperous and peaceful scene. But now, the streets have become a mess of ruins, with broken walls and broken building debris everywhere. This huge contrast made them terrified and confused, standing there at a loss.

Even as smart as Tony was, he was in deep thought at this moment. He really couldn't figure out Wes's purpose.

The series of things Wes did in Washington seemed to be grand, but it seemed to have no practical significance. It was simply a waste of effort.

But Tony knew in his heart that now was not the time to think about this. The top priority was to deal with these thorny problems in front of him.

After all, in this sudden change, so many superheroes sacrificed their lives to protect this city and the world. Their affairs must be properly handled. This is the most basic respect for the heroes.

So the army responded quickly, and a large number of soldiers were stationed in Washington, deploying defenses at various key locations in the city to prevent any more accidents.

At the same time, how to explain this matter to the international community has also become a difficult problem.

This matter has a huge impact. If it is not handled properly, it is likely to cause panic and chaos among the international community, so we must find a way to minimize the impact. This series of complicated things weighed heavily on Tony's mind, and he needed to worry about it and plan a response.

In the next month, the whole of Washington was caught in a tense and busy reconstruction work.

Construction workers worked day and night, and various engineering vehicles shuttled through the streets and alleys, carrying construction materials and making bursts of roars.

Finally, the reconstruction of the White House was completed, and it stood in the center of Washington again. The solemn and majestic appearance of the building seemed to announce to the world the tenacity and indomitable spirit of this city.

In order to commemorate the sacrificed superheroes, a grand funeral was held. On the day of the funeral, the sky was gloomy, as if even the sky was mourning for these heroes.

The streets were full of people who came to mourn. They looked solemn, tears in their eyes, and flowers in their hands, silently bidding farewell to the heroes.

The names of the heroes were engraved one by one on the tall monument. The golden handwriting shone brightly in the sun. It was the glory they wrote with their lives and would be remembered forever by the world.

As time went by, people's lives gradually returned to normal, and the pain of the city seemed to be slowly healed. The streets once again regained their former bustle and prosperity. People began to be busy with their own lives, and the thrilling incident was gradually sealed in the depths of memory.

However, until one day, the peaceful life was broken again.

As we all know, school bullying is a thorny problem in every country. It seems to be a shadow hidden under the pure paradise of the campus. It will pop up from time to time, bringing pain and trouble to those teenagers who should have grown up without worries.

Teenagers are in a special stage where they are eager to show themselves and seek attention from others, but some of them choose to show their so-called "extraordinary" through wrong violent means, building their happiness on the pain of others, which has spawned countless heartbreaking bullying incidents.

Scorpius Green is such a poor guy. He is like a frightened little rabbit. He lives in fear in the campus, which should be full of sunshine.

Just because of his dazzling red hair, which should be a unique and eye-catching symbol, it has become the reason why he is excluded and bullied by his classmates.

Classmates always look at him with strange eyes, point at him, and occasionally play some pranks or bully him directly. Being in such an environment for a long time has also made him sensitive and humble.

In school, he always tries his best to hide himself, walks with his head down as much as possible, and silently shuttles among the crowd, hoping that he can become less conspicuous, like a transparent person. As long as he is not noticed by others, he may suffer less harm.

However, his red hair was too eye-catching. No matter how hard he tried to keep a low profile, he was like a fire in the dark, and could always be easily targeted by those with malicious intentions.

That day, during the break, Scorpius Green walked carefully to his locker as usual, preparing to take the books for the next class.

He had just opened the cabinet, and before he could reach in, there was a loud "bang!" and the cabinet was roughly closed. The huge impact almost pinched his hand.

Green was startled and raised his head angrily, but when he saw who closed the cabinet, the anger that had just surged disappeared without a trace, replaced by deep fear. He was like a mouse stared at by a cat. He immediately lowered his head again, not daring to look at the other party, and his body began to tremble slightly unconsciously.

No mistake, one post, one content, one 6, one book, one bar!

The person who closed the cabinet was a black man, as burly as a small hill, exuding a daunting aura.

He was the school's famous bully-Carl, who often relied on his strong body to bully other students to satisfy his twisted vanity.

Moreover, it was said that he had a thousand connections with gangs outside the school, which made everyone even more afraid of him. On weekdays, everyone would want to take a detour when seeing him, for fear of getting in trouble with this plague god.

And today, somehow, this bully targeted Green and seemed to be ready to "entertain" him.

"Hey, Green."

Carl's mouth corners slightly raised, revealing a malicious smile. In Green's view, that smile was like the smile of a devil, which made him feel creepy.

"Hello, Carl." Green responded tremblingly, his voice as small as a mosquito's hum. He shrank his body as much as possible, trying to make himself look smaller, as if this would avoid Carl's oppressive gaze.

But he knew in his heart that he was afraid of being tortured again today.