People are born equal, and many people think this sentence is the truth.

Everyone has the right to survive and grow from birth, and no exception is that everyone is born equal.

But creatures like humans have become unequal since birth. Everyone has their own development trajectory and embarks on a path that is destined to be equal.

Like the death of the dead girl, no one has time to remember, including the heroes themselves. But when the blood flower at the door of the Supreme Court fluttered, all disputes suddenly became boring.

It was like a group of hungry vultures fighting for a piece of carrion, which turned the meaning of the word superhero into filth.

Many people die, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind. Their bodies have only one value, which is to make the autumn wind blow bigger.

But when Captain America died, Qiu Feng was stopped by the invisible force.

The funeral was grand.

The entire New York City was trapped in a white ocean, and the seeoff was over ten kilometers long. The silent coffin was held by a group of soldiers, silently walking through the dead crowd, scattering white flowers along the way.

White flowers laid the foundation for half of New York.

A group of heroes with blue noses and dust faces were hiding in the crowd, watching the coffin float away in front of their eyes in silence.

Johnny rode his motorcycle, not even his favorite stunt performance, and returned to New York overnight, watching the funeral silently, his eyes moving as the coffin moved.

"How did it become like this?" Johnny whispered.

Today he specially sorted out his appearance, tidied up his slightly sloppy and casual hair many times, and came to see Steve for the last time.

"No one expected this result, and even the superheroes themselves didn't know."

Klein threw the flowers he had prepared for a long time to the coffin, then pushed his glasses, keeping gentle in his bright and cautious eyes.

Johnny was silent.

Klein said lightly: "War is never a joke, and it is even more impossible to be happy and fulfilled. This is the most ridiculous thing in the world. Everyone imagines themselves as the protagonist, and even if they enter the battlefield, they still hold a lofty and lucky mentality. Such people always feel special and believe that they can become the protagonist in the fairy tale. After going through twists and turns, they can always have a happy ending."

Johnny smiled bitterly: "I always feel like you are sarcasticating me."

"If you really think so... I'm really sarcastic about you. If I hadn't stopped you, you would have been joined by the Avengers long ago. You would have had a credit for these corpses." Klein said lightly.

Johnny took out a cigarette from his arms, and as soon as he was about to light it, he was stared at the blame and angry gazes around him. He sighed and then took the cigarette back into his pocket.

It seems that smoking in such a solemn occasion is easy to arouse public anger.

"It's good that way, the war can be ended..." Johnny whispered.

Klein did not respond. He sorted out his tie, finally took a deep look at the cold coffin, turned around and left here.

As for the information he collected, many guys who were suspected of being superheroes came to send Captain America for the last trip.

"Mr. Klein."

When Klein turned around the corner, someone stopped him.

"Is there anything wrong, Wayne?" Klein stopped and looked at him.

Bruce put his hands into the pocket of the coat, trying to preserve more warmth in this cold weather.

"The funeral is held in the suburbs. If you go late, there will be no seat. Many people want to see Steve off," Klein said.

Bruce's face was indifferent, and a hint of irritability was suppressed in his eyes. He was too lazy to take out his playboy style that he usually pretended to be.

But no one would doubt that if he was still doing that in such an occasion, even if he was the big entrepreneur, Bruce Wayne, would be beaten up by angry people.

"I won't go anymore. Respect is in my heart. Look at these people. I don't know how many people are secretly happy in their sad faces, just like the gunman who shot." Bruce looked at the people who were observing silence.

Klein suddenly laughed: "It's like you inciting Steve? His life has indeed become a catalyst for ending everything, otherwise more people will die."

Bruce looked cold and hard, staring at Klein with a slandered annoyance: "When will the Sky Eye start a business of splashing dirty water? I always thought you only do mercenary business."

Klein chuckled softly, unable to tell whether it was a mockery or something else, "I heard that the identity of the gunman has been found out. He is a remnant of Hydra. Steve is really unlucky. He is powerful and killed by a bullet."

Bruce glanced at Klein: "The villain Red Skull is very capable, and he won after all, even if others are in prison."

"No, the Red Skull has lost a lot. The one who really won is you, the Avengers, the Justice League, you, Bruce, whether you intentionally or unintentionally, you did it." Klein pushed his glasses, his tone relaxed, as if he was chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

He is indeed an old friend to the man in front of him. When he was still a scarecrow in Gotham City, he was thrown into jail by a big bat several times, but he was able to escape almost every time.

Until he jumped into Donnie's "prison", he didn't come out now.

He didn't plan to come out either.

"What may be a misunderstanding between us?" Bruce raised his eyebrows.

"Maybe, I have something to deal with, and I'll talk about it next time I meet."

Klein smiled and said goodbye, with an attentive and impeccable smile that made people want to punch him.

Bruce looked at Klein who was leaving indifferently, with his tall body standing around the corner. After Klein's figure disappeared on the street, he seemed to suddenly wake up, raised his foot and walked in the other direction, and took a step into a sports car. With the buzzing of the engine, Bruce left the sad scene.

As for what the truth is, it will be buried forever in damn history, nothing is imperfect for time.

The point is that now, a life has brought about the end of a nearly endless and unpredictable war. From the perspective of absolute rationality and coldness, this is the most deductible ending.

If you succeed, you make a lot of money and don’t succeed, it doesn’t matter.

Anyway, it's just a life, and many people have died, but now there is nothing more than one more.

Some people noticed it, more people didn't, but no one asked again because it was meaningless. The Hydra, who shot Captain America, was also arrested. Whether it was accidental or careful planning, people just listened numbly.

The point is now.
Chapter completed!