Chapter 382: Three Detectives (3)

Chapter 382: Three Detectives (3)

"In the beginning, I had some doubts. Why was it so coincidental that T'Challa was attacked while I was on the phone with him? Unless, someone wanted to lead us there," Stark said in a low voice.

"What's even more coincidental is that we arrived just as he was attacked, and heard him shout 'Hydra'. Even if Hydra's people are stupid, they are still a spy organization. No spy organization would send assassins to kill someone and then let witnesses know who did it," he continued.

Steve furrowed his brow deeply and said, "It does seem suspicious, but it could also be a coincidence. What's more puzzling to me is that our difficulty in dealing with Hydra has suddenly increased. That's even more suspicious."

"They are forcing us to unite because if we're constantly together, he can better manipulate our emotions and make us turn against each other, and eventually start a war."

At this point, the humans present all felt a chill down their backs. Steve closed his eyes and exhaled, leaning back in his chair as if he had lost all his strength. "Do you know how the last world war started?" he asked.

Everyone fell silent. Obviously, this was not a question. Anyone could imagine, even if it was written in textbooks, that it looked like a conspiracy.

"Ordinary wars between people still have room for maneuver, but between us, there is none. Once a war starts, not only New York, but also countries, continents, and even Earth itself could suffer extremely serious damage." Steve showed a sad expression, obviously thinking about something.

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

Suddenly, Steve stood up, looked down at his uniform covered in scars and dust, and his shield that had lost its shine due to a great battle. He took a step towards Stark, who was still lying on the ground.

Stark's armor was no longer as shiny as before, and the originally shiny metal was scratched in various places. Some parts were still emitting smoke, and there was a blood mark on one side of his temple, apparently from when he fell.

At this moment, the two of them silently looked at each other, feeling absurd in each other's disheveled appearance.

Steve wiped his face, looked at his own arms and said, "If this is the result of us fighting each other..."

He took a deep breath, shook his head, and continued, "I'm glad this happened in this state. Both of us are still alive, with all our limbs intact, not bleeding too much, and able to stand up..."

Steve bent 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 and staggered a few steps to stand in front of him.

When they faced each other, they both saw the same belief and flame in each other's eyes. Stark still looked up with his head held high, and looked at Steve with the lower part of his eyes. "I think I won, but I don't feel proud at all."

"We almost turned a planet into ruins. If I wake up from this dream and see Earth like this..." Stark trembled as he gasped for breath. His voice became urgent, "I don't even know how to seek revenge for it, because we did it to ourselves."

"I did my best to prevent this from happening." Steve pursed his lips and said, "There are many people like me who not only did their best, but also gave their lives to prevent this from happening."

"If they really plan to do this..." Stark raised his voice, "Then I will show them with my actions that they have found the wrong people."

Steve looked into his eyes in silence. Then, Stark raised his smoking arm and paused in mid-air before pounding Steve's shoulder.

Both exhausted people fell to the ground.

The sound of them hitting the ground was dull, like a thunderbolt that suddenly sounded in the endless night and heavy rain.

The Schiller in the white coat leaned back in his chair and looked ahead, his tone calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter. "Working at S.H.I.E.L.D. gave me the opportunity to meet Pierce. One day, I visited him and wanted to talk business with him, about Vibranium."

"At that time, he didn't know that the new material Molten Steel was about to be born. Except for us, no one knew about this news. After I leaked this information to him, he immediately realized the business opportunity because Molten Steel would replace Vibranium."

"This means that if the people of Wakanda knew this news, the price of Vibranium would definitely plummet. They would be eager to sell their Vibranium to cash in and resist the impact of the new material."

"Sure enough, Pierce contacted Erik, the leader of the second-largest tribe in Wakanda, and sent Klaue to contact him. But Erik made outrageous demands, which was not surprising. He wanted to make a profit and then shake T'Challa's rule."

"At this point, I gave Pierce another suggestion. Instead of using information asymmetry to buy Vibranium in advance, it would be better to support Erik to stir up the situation in Wakanda and manipulate it, you know, just like every coup in Africa."

"In fact, Pierce didn't need me to remind him of this. But the reason why he didn't do it immediately was that he was suspicious of Erik's loyalty. What disappointed me was that he didn't have strong brainwashing methods himself, and in the end, I had to do it."

"I used the Madripoor madness to infiltrate Erik's subconscious and give him suggestions. Of course, he already had a deep malice towards T'Challa, but what I did was to make him say the right things 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, Curse Spirit is also a rare thing in that world, and no one in this world has seen it."

After listening, Schiller in the black coat adjusted his posture and leaned comfortably against the back of the chair. He said, "It seems that the three of us have completed a big task together this time."

"In terms of the order of action, you wanted to retaliate against Hydra, so you planned the T'Challa assassination, which led to HiveHydra, and broke my umbrella. So I planned the alien civil war event. Finally, that lunatic and the rain from another world gave everything a perfect ending."

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

Looking from behind the sofa, the two glasses clinked together, and the foam from the collision of the wine slowly rose, and the room unfolded like a box.

A big hand held a green-haired Lego figure and placed it in the center of the room. The Lego person's head was cylindrical, and its hands were shaped like a C.

A figure with green hair looked down and smiled at the three identical Lego figures in the box, with only their clothes and hair colors different.

"We're really three great detectives, aren't we?"

Actually, still three/detectives

Godly detectives

Hehe.

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