Chapter 461 Life Is Like a Play

"A bomb, hidden in a news van, exploded in front of the United Nations building in Vienna, injuring more than 70 people and killing at least 12, including the current king of Wakanda, Tichaka, tragically, an official photo of the suspect has been released …”

In an unbuilt secret base, Dior is leaning on his seat, checking the news of the past few days.

"Nice fate..."

After seeing that picture of Bucky the Winter Soldier, he knew it was time to come.

"What's the matter, you know this person?" Wanda asked while peeling an apple. Although it was a little deserted here, and all of them were wanted by the world, she did not feel wronged at all, but felt very fulfilled and happy.

"Steve's former best friend, but this one is fake."

After thinking for a while, Dior asked again: "Wanda, let me ask you a question. Do you think that a person can't help but kill a lot of people under the premise of being controlled. Is this person worthy of being forgiven?"

After hearing his question, Wanda's hands paused, and then she thought of what she had used to make Hulk go berserk...

"Don't think about it, it has nothing to do with you, I just want to find someone to ask." Dior blamed himself, how could he forget that Wanda also has this ability, and once...

Wanda took a deep breath and said, "Probably... It should be forgiven. After all, the worst thing is the person who manipulated him to do bad things."

"I'm sorry, it's all my fault, let him pass the past."

Dio took her in his arms very distressed. He really didn't mean it, or he was stupid and didn't pay attention for a while.

In fact, he wanted to ask: "If there are your relatives and friends among the people who were killed, would you still forgive this person who was controlled to do bad things?"

But there is no way to ask about this situation right now, and it is stupid to evoke memories that Wanda doesn't want to recall, and it is too stupid.

However, it is estimated that 10,000 people will not be able to answer the standard answer to this question, and it can only be seen from the standpoint of which side they stand on.

From the standpoint of the victim, killing is for life, regardless of whether it is voluntary or not, you kill everyone, so what is there to argue about? Who should the dead go to?

But if I look at it from the standpoint of the controlled person, it is another result. Killing people and doing bad things is not my original intention. It is under the control and use of others. A part of him is not only used as a knife for murder by the black hand behind the scenes, but also bears all the blame on himself, and those who want revenge are also directed at him, unyielding?

Therefore, there can never be a standard answer to this kind of question.

. . . . . . . . . .

Meanwhile, there is a Hollywood drama going on in the Romanian capital, Bucharest!

Fights, drag racing, explosions... all kinds of hot elements are available.

But the final outcome was not so happy.

When helicopters and countless police cars surrounded Steve, Bucky, and the newly appointed king of Wakanda, the panther T'Challa, the war machine fell from the sky in time to point its weapons at them and said:

"Congratulations, Captain. You have become an 'honorable' criminal."

Colonel Rhodes' tone couldn't tell if it was sarcasm or something else.

Then a group of armed SWAT officers rushed forward and arrested all the people who had been arrested.

. . . . . . . . .

Berlin, Germany.

Under the escort of heavily armed soldiers, Steve and the other "criminals" successfully arrived at the United Nations' interrogation base here.

When Bucky, the prime suspect, was taken away in a special prison cell, Steve couldn't help asking, "What will happen to him?"

"Better take care of yourself first."

"This is Ross, the deputy commander of the Everett Counter Terrorism Team." Peggy's niece, Sharon Carter, was also here, helping to make an introduction.

"Okay, what will we do then?"

"Do a psychological evaluation and then extradite back to China."

"Can I get a lawyer?"

"Haha, lawyer, interesting. Lock their weapons, and of course I'll give you a receipt."

After Deputy Commander Ross collected their weapons, he led everyone inside.

"You should be glad that this time it is an office for you, not a prison. So stay inside and don't run around."

Under the leadership of Ross, the group came to the so-called office, where they also met Natasha who was helpless and Tony who was on the phone with the Secretary of State.

"Wow, welcome to our superhero~ You know, just because of you alone, we are almost going to a military court! Oh, yes, just now the Secretary of State said that you will be prosecuted." After finishing the call, Tony He looked at Steve gloomily and said.

"Ready to confiscate my shield?"

"Technically, it's the property of the state. On the other hand, it's something my father built. So technically, the vibranium shield wasn't yours to begin with, Captain."

Steve laughed angrily, but couldn't refute it.

"But out of humanitarianism, it can be yours, it will always be yours." Tony said, opening the box on the table, which contained a pen, the pen Roosevelt once used.

The meaning could not be more obvious.

As long as he signs this agreement, he can continue to be his Captain America, and this shield will naturally not be handed over to anyone other than him.

"What is this? Olive branch? Bought? Threat?"

Steve sat down directly and found this scene very interesting.

Not long ago, they were still partners who could support each other in life and death, but because of this inexplicable agreement, the troubled Dior and others were still wanted when they left. He could only sit here and experience what it means to be under house arrest.

When the Avengers were first established, no one expected that such a day would come.

"Uh... it's not... well, as you understand it, at least it's better than going to prison, what do you think?" Tony didn't bother to explain anything, and it was him who made the trouble today. He didn't expect and didn't want to see it, so he desperately hoped that Steve could stay and stop making trouble.

Looking at Tony's anxious and sincere eyes, for some reason, Steve suddenly wanted to laugh, and smiled sadly.

So he changed the subject and said, "Is Pepper here too? I don't seem to see her."

"Between us...maybe...a little..."

"pregnant?"

"No, we broke up."

Tony forced a smile. "It's not anyone's fault, I mean...it's all my fault."

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