"Bang!" As a film that was only ten minutes long was screened, a dark room lit up again.

This screening room is not big, and it is only about 30 square meters in total. At this time, there were more than a dozen people sitting in the room, which looked like a middle school classroom playing educational films.

However, it is strange that, except for a few of these people, most of them don’t care much about the content of the video, and they are talking softly about each other, or playing with the latest smartphones and sending text messages to acquaintances. Among them, a young man wearing a mask and wearing casual clothes is playing skateboarding around the screening hall.

Of course, this cannot be entirely blamed on them. This short video is not only long and has blurred black and white pictures, but the battles inside are not so intense and exciting for them, such as the strong men.

The projection of the silver screen on the wall still stayed on the last frame, with a young man in the uniform of a British lieutenant smiling, holding a bloody package in his hand, behind him was a dark corridor, and the environment looked like an underground air raid shelter.

The young man seemed to have just been seriously injured. The bandages wrapped around his waist were stained with blood on both sides of his body, and his abdomen should have been pierced. If Qin Lun was here at this time, he would find that the person on the screen was himself, or "Joey", which was the scene after he fought with Caterin, a female professor at Green College.

"Gentlemen, stop what you are doing first!" Looking at the casual subordinates below, the "teacher" on the podium covered his face and looked helplessly at the "class leader" in the front row of the seat.

This "teacher" is not a role model in terms of appearance. He is a black man with a stereotyped expression. He is wearing a black leather windbreaker and a black eye mask on his face. The cold face seems to have the four big words "Don't be close to someone else" written on it.

Of course, these people are not real teachers and students. The "class leader" is a tall and toned blonde young man. Although he is burly and muscular, he has a handsome face and always has a gentle smile, which is very different from that big and reckless man.

The young man looked only twenty-seven or eight years old, his blonde hair was shaved into a simple little flat head, and his behavior was also filled with the heroic temperament of a soldier.

In the past, if you saw the "teacher" looking for help, the blonde young man would often be funny and would not mind making fun of the boss and friend on the stage at all.

However, after just watching the video film of that era, he found that he could not raise any interest. The memories he thought had long forgotten emerged again like scars that had been reopened, and a faint sadness was tangled in his heart.

"People, please be quiet!" The young man didn't even look up, clasping his fists and supporting his chin, his voice a little low.

The young man's voice was not very high, but the dozen companions in the room couldn't help but feel a stern heart and stopped what they were doing. Several companions who were playing with their mobile phones looked at him in surprise, put down their mobile phones at the same time. Even the young man who was playing with the skateboard and complained to others from time to time was slightly stunned. He picked up the skateboard and put it back to his seat quietly.

"Stephen, what's wrong?" A redhead girl next to the young man with a charming appearance but cold and hard temperament frowned slightly and put her concern on the young man's shoulder.

All the people gathered in this room are strong, and each has their own unique and proud personalities. They have no unity, but they respect each other. To some extent, they can even say that they have the same ideas and appreciate each other.

However, whether they are old seniors or young guys who have just grown up, everyone has deeds that can be called legendary by the world. They have experienced more joys, anger, sorrow, and happiness than ordinary people, and they also bear responsibilities and ideas that ordinary people cannot bear on their shoulders.

Therefore, they have developed extremely sensitive nerves. The words of young people are not binding on them, but they can hear the heaviness from the depths of their souls, making everyone recall the most heart-wrenching and painful memories in their lives.

"Nothing!" The handsome young man who was called Stephen by the redhead took a deep breath, raised his head again, looked at the cold one-eyed black man on the podium, and said in a deep voice, "Nick, I am in a bad mood now! If you don't explain clearly, why let's watch this video from more than fifty years ago, even if I shut down for a week's confinement, I will beat you up!"

The black man with a hard expression as hard as granite, a hint of surprise flashed through his eyes. He and Stephen are not only colleagues, but also have a very good relationship. They can be said to be friends who are in love and loyalty. With Stephen's gentle personality, which usually values ​​love and friendship, this is the heaviest thing he can say.

"It seems that what happened in Casablanca back then really hit him!" A thought flashed through Nick's mind, but he immediately put it aside. Now is not the time to think about this.

"This time you are summoned to come for the terrorist attack just happened in Washington!" Nick quickly clarified his thoughts and said with a serious expression, "Maybe you saw similar news on the way you came, but because the incident happened suddenly, except for the few members of S.H.E.L.D., most of you still don't understand the real situation because the government has controlled related news reports."

"Tsk!" Hearing Nick's words, several members in the room who were not very cold about the government couldn't help but curl their lips secretly. They only saw the solemn expressions of Nick and several other S.H.E.L.D. members, and swallowed the sarcastic words that surged to their mouths.

"There are hundreds of buildings in Washington, DC, including the White House and the Pentagon, and the losses of public property are countless. So far, the number of casualties is still rising. Although there is no accurate data, due to the dense population of the SAR, the preliminary estimate is 400,000 to 600,000. It is close to the direct casualties of the two atomic bombs, Hiroshima and Nagasaki during World War II."

Nick said this, his face turned pale. This terrorist attack was a huge insult to S.H.E.L.D., which claims to be the Shield of World Peace. The irony is that the main reason for the huge casualties was that the aircraft carrier designed and manufactured by S.H.E.L.D. was stolen by members of the Hydra organization hidden in the organization.

Although the culprit of this terrorist attack was eventually eliminated by Captain America and other superhumans of SHIELD, the serious casualties and property damage reported hurt everyone and caused irreparable damage to SHIELD's reputation.

"I have said a long time ago that there is no need for a double-edged sword like SHIELD to exist!" Understanding the consequences of this terrorist attack, everyone in the room was a little silent. One of the middle-aged scholars held their glasses and said coldly.

"Dr. Bruce, now is not a good time to complain!" Nick sighed. As the director of SHIELD, this soldier-born man, who is still extremely strong, is full of self-blame in his heart.

"Nick, as the main participant in this terrorist attack, I know more in detail than you!" Stephen Rogers, who is Captain America, looked dark, but he soon came back to his senses and said dissatisfied, "But you still haven't given me an explanation for this video!"

"Stephen, although you are the main combat force this time, you did not participate in the later 'cleaning' work. In fact, we also captured some survivors of the Hydra organization after the war and obtained some important information."

Nick was silent for a while, and suddenly said something without any end, "He is back!"

"This is impossible, he's dead long ago!" Stephen obviously understood this strange sentence immediately, his face changed, he stood up suddenly, unconsciously brought down the chair, turned around and went out angrily, and did not even look back to listen to Nick's explanation, "I don't want to listen to your story here again, it's a waste of time!"

Captain America's rage left stunned the group of companions who were familiar with him in the room. They had never seen Stephen, who had a gentle personality, have such a violent side.

"Nick, what's going on?" A middle-aged gentleman with a mustache in the room looked up seriously at the one-eyed black man.

The middle-aged gentleman had been leaning on the chair with his body tilted back and dozing off with his eyes closed. Even when everyone was quiet before, he did not sit upright, and seemed a little independent. The few companions next to him seemed to be familiar with the temperament of this genius prodigal son, and did not deliberately remind him.

It was not until Stephen Rogers threw the door and left that he completely realized the anger that seemed to be in an explosion in his friend's heart and had to look at him.

"Tony...we all know that with Stephen's real age, he is the oldest among us." Nick's hard and rigid face showed a wry smile for the first time, "Although we are all Stephen's friends, we are limited to this era and cannot share the memories and feelings with him before.

In fact, the invincible Captain America in the government propaganda had experienced an unforgettable failure with the Allied Superhumans half a century ago. Next, I will show you another top-secret archive that has never appeared in history, about a battle at the end of World War II in 1945, the Battle of Casablanca!”

...

Half an hour later, the door of the war room opened again, and more than a dozen strong men came out one after another with a serious expression.

But as soon as they reached the door, they found Stephen tilted his head and leaned against the wall in a daze. It was obvious that Captain America had calmed down from his furious just now and did not really leave here. Instead, he finished listening to Nick's information at the door.

Everyone looked at the rare strong warriors who were out of control and looked at each other, not knowing how to comfort this companion. A considerable number of them had experienced the loss of relatives or comrades by dark forces, and knew that this kind of pain could only be overcome by themselves.

"...Stephen, this is not like you. Be cheered up, you are our captain!" Tony Stark, also the middle-aged gentleman just now, walked to the young man with a stern face. The serious expression on his face made people who knew him inexplicably feel a sense of joy.

However, this genius and prodigal son was obviously not good at this kind of comforting job. Seeing Stephen ignored him, he immediately curled his lips boredly, "This time we will avenge you and tell that the old Nazi man who was eliminated by the times is no longer a new era in which he can continue to commit violence!"

Hearing Tony's words, Stephen slowly lowered his head and looked at the middle-aged gentleman with a blank expression.

If you don’t know how to comfort people, don’t comfort them, okay! Everyone’s face twitched and they cursed Tony Stark in their hearts. Captain America seems to be an old guy from World War II!

"Ahem, Stephen, I mean that old Nazi antique, not you..." Iron Man quickly realized his grammatical disease and explained with a little embarrassment.
Chapter completed!