All men are created equal, and many people feel that this sentence is true.

Every human being has the right to live and grow from birth, and all people are created equal.

But human beings have become unequal since birth, and everyone has their own development trajectory and embarked on a path that is destined not to be equal.

Like the deaths of the Dead Woman, no one has time to remember, including the heroes themselves. But when the blood flutters at the door of the Supreme Court, all disputes suddenly become tasteless.

It's like a bunch of hungry vultures fighting over a piece of carrion, which literally dirts the meaning of the word superhero.

Many people died, like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, and their corpses had only one value, which was to make the autumn wind blow bigger.

But when Captain America died, the autumn wind was frozen by an invisible force.

The funeral was grand.

The whole of New York City was plunged into a sea of white, and the procession to see them off was more than ten kilometers long, and the silent coffin was supported by a group of soldiers, silently walking through the dead crowd, sprinkling white flowers along the way.

White flowers paved half of New York.

A group of blue-nosed, swollen and gray-faced heroes, shadows and shadows hidden in the crowd, silently watching the coffins float away in front of them.

Johnny rode his motorcycle, not even paying attention to his favorite stunt, and returned to New York overnight, silently watching the funeral, his eyes moving with the coffin.

"How did it come to this?" Johnny whispered.

He specially tidied up his appearance today, and sorted out his slightly sloppy and random hair many times, and came to see Steve for the last time.

"No one expected this, not even the superheroes themselves."

Crane tossed the flower he had prepared for a long time into the coffin, and then pushed his glasses, his bright and cautious eyes remained gentle.

Johnny was silent.

Klein said lightly: "War is never a child's play, let alone happiness, this is the most ridiculous thing in the world." Everyone imagines themselves as the protagonist, even if they enter the battlefield, they still have a high luck mentality, this kind of person always feels very special, believes that he can become the protagonist of a fairy tale, and after twists and turns, he can always have a happy ending. ”

Johnny smiled wryly, "It always feels like you're making fun of me." ”

"If that's what you think...... I'm really making fun of you, if I hadn't stopped you, you would have been joined the Avengers a long time ago, and you have a share of the credit for these corpses. Klein said lightly.

Johnny took a cigarette out of his arms, and as soon as he lit it, he was glared at by blaming and angry eyes from all around him. He sighed and quickly put the cigarette back in his pocket.

It seems that smoking on such a solemn occasion or in front of the coffin is easy to provoke public anger.

"That's fine, the war can be over......" Johnny whispered.

Klein didn't respond, he straightened his tie, took one last deep look at the cold coffin, turned around, and left.

According to the information he gathered, many guys suspected of being superheroes rushed here to see off the American team for the last ride.

"Mr. Crane."

As Crane turned the corner, someone stopped him.

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

Bruce put his hands in the pockets of his coat, trying to preserve a little more warmth in the cold weather.

"The funeral is held in the suburbs, and if you go late, there will be no place, and a lot of people want to see Steve." Klein said.

Bruce's face was indifferent, and there was a hint of irritability suppressed in his eyes, and he didn't even bother to take out his usual playboy style as a disguise.

However, no one would doubt that even if he was a big businessman Bruce Wayne on such an occasion, he would be beaten up by an angry crowd.

"I'm not going, respect is in the bottom of my heart, look at these people, I don't know how many people are snickering in the sad faces, just like the gunman who shoots." Bruce looked at the silent mourners.

Klein suddenly laughed: "Like you encouraged Steve?" His life has indeed become a catalyst for the end of everything, otherwise more people will die. ”

Bruce's expression was cold and stiff, and he glared at Klein with a slandered and annoyed attitude: "When will Tianyan start to do the business of splashing dirty water?" I always thought you were only in the mercenary business. ”

Klein chuckled softly, unable to tell if it was a mockery or something else, "I heard that the gunman has been identified, it's the remnants of Hydra, and Steve is really unlucky." Strong, he was killed by a bullet. ”

Bruce glanced at Klein: "Red Skull, that villain is very powerful, he still wins after all, even if others are in prison." ”

"No, the Red Skull has long since lost a lot, and it's you who really win, it's the Avengers, it's the Justice League, it's you, Bruce, whether you mean it or not, you did it." Klein pushed his glasses and spoke in a relaxed tone, as if he was chatting with an old friend he hadn't seen in a long time.

He and the man in front of him were indeed old friends, and when he was still a scarecrow in Gotham City, he was thrown into prison by a large bat several times, but he was able to escape from prison almost every time.

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

He wasn't going to come out either.

"There may have been some misunderstanding between us." Bruce raised an eyebrow.

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

Klein smiled and said goodbye, courteous and thoughtful, and his impeccable smile made people want to punch him.

Bruce looked indifferently at Crane in the distance, his tall body standing around the corner. After Crane's figure disappeared into the street, he seemed to wake up suddenly, raised his steps and walked in another direction, striding into a sports car. With the hum of the engine, Bruce left the sad scene.

As for what the truth is, it will be buried forever in damned history, and there is nothing that time cannot erase.

The point is that now, a human life in exchange for the end of an almost endless and unpredictable war, from the point of view of absolute rationality and ruthlessness, this is the most worthwhile ending.

It becomes, it makes a lot of money, it doesn't matter if it doesn't work out.

Anyway, it's just a human life, and a lot of people have already died, and now it's nothing more than one more.

Some people perceive it, many more don't, but no one asks anymore because it's pointless. Whether the Hydra who shot the American team was also arrested, whether it was an accident or the result of careful planning, people only listened numbly.

The focus is on the present.