MTL - Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel?-v5 Chapter 2 No captain anymore (2/5)

"You should have guessed that such a day would come, Steve." A tall and strong man sat next to Steve and handed him a can of beer. The two chatted on a park bench.

"Yes, but I didn't expect them to dare to do that." Steve took a sip of beer.

"Ha, don't be silly, what dare they? This country is no longer the same country you fought for, Steve. She may have been beautiful and shining, but now it's just a wrinkled face. The ugly old woman who is also playing hyaluronic acid, her hands are like the claws of the devil, greedy and bitter, and can't wait to take everything she sees for herself."

The man said sarcastically, he drank half a bottle of beer in one gulp.

"Don't say that, Jack, unless you want to go in again. They're watching you all the time."

"Like I care. That's all they can do, isn't it? A bunch of cowards with no seeds, behind the scenes, manipulating it all, thinking how great they are." Jack sneered, his face hardened It was rough and rough, like a stone under a frozen riverbed in winter, with a soldier-like inch head.

Steve sighed, he suddenly found that the country he loved had become unfamiliar, and he didn't want to talk about it anymore, he moved the topic.

"Let's talk about other things, are you still doing those things?"

"What do you mean?" Jack laughed. He didn't make people feel peaceful when he laughed. On the contrary, he looked like a lion baring its teeth, dangerous and deadly.

"Do you know what I mean, what case did the great Jack Richard solve recently?" Steve asked with a smile.

"Case?" Jack seemed to hear something ridiculous, he laughed and shook his head, patted the armrest of the bench, and after a while, answered Steve, "That can't be called a case. There's no client, but you can call it that, it's about you after all."

Steve raised his eyebrows: "Mine?"

Jack turned his head, the cold wind blew across his face, the man took a sip of beer and looked at Steve. The eyes were distant and deep, as if he wasn't looking at Steve Rogers, but something else.

His voice seemed to come from the sky, and Steve's heart suddenly beat very fast. He narrowed his eyes and felt uneasy.

"Yes, would you like to hear it?"

Steve turned his head, looked at the scenery in front of him, and took a sip of beer: "...Of course, why not?"

Jack Richard's smile disappeared, and he said blankly, "Then, you'd better prepare yourself mentally."

"Do you know how much money our government made in your name after you disappeared?"

"Is that all you want to say? I know they're doing it, but the money was donated to a charitable foundation..."

"Yes, yes. Charitable foundations. You really believe what they say, Steve. I don't know whether to call you stupid or naive." Jack Richard shook his head. He knew what he was about to say could break a man, but he never lied, not to mention that he was dealing with Steve Rogers.

"Steve, the comics, clothes, toys they've released in your name over the years. Or whatever. That money did go to a foundation -- but it wasn't a real foundation. ."

"That's an empty shell."

"It took me three months to find out about it. After that, I used my connections to find a retired general who committed suicide three days after we talked at his home."

"I found the forensic doctor. The file he wrote was a suicide by hanging, and the old man's body had five bullet holes in the back. A nine-millimeter pistol. Suicide? Fuck suicide."

"So it took me another half a week to find the murderer. I'm not surprised, they have disappeared from this world. The identities I used before were all fake, and there was no trace for me to track down. One day later, I woke up in the motel with a plane ticket to France, a passport, and a sum of money on the table. I knew then that if I didn't want to die, it was best not to mention this to anyone. "

"But you told me."

"Yes, Steve. I told you because I don't care about their threats." Jack Richard laughed, drank the rest of his beer and said lightly, "I guess While I'm talking to you now, there are more than three sniper rifles aimed at my head. Look at the building across the street, isn't the top floor very suitable for a sniper point?"

Steve looked up and nodded.

Jack pointed a big **** to the roof of the building, and he laughed loudly: "This is their style! They don't even dare to face me in person. Do you think they are afraid?"

Jack turned his head to look at Steve, and there was no smile in his eyes: "Something has to be revealed, Steve. I firmly believe that, even if it costs me my life, it doesn't matter."

"That foundation, on the surface, is a charitable foundation, but all the money behind it has been transferred to another anonymous account. With the general's authority, no relevant information can be found, so you can imagine the people behind it. ."

Steve squeezed the beer can tightly in his hand.

"As for the purpose? I don't know. You need to check it yourself. Take care, Captain."

After speaking, he left. Without any superfluous words, his departure was as sudden as his appearance~www.novelbuddy.com~ Steve suddenly realized that it was the first time Jack Richard had called him captain in the five years they had known each other.

But he didn't expect that it would be the last time.

For the first time in his life, Steve Rogers felt powerless as he continued to sit alone on a park bench, the bleak cold wind blowing through his hair. When he was a thin man, he didn't feel powerless against the hooligans in the alley; he didn't feel powerless against the German demons in human skins; he didn't feel powerless against the aliens.

Why? Because he knows why he fights.

And now that the dust had settled, he sat on a park bench in the most prosperous city in his country, feeling a deep emptiness.

"Is it all worth it?" he asked himself, but couldn't get any answer.

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Steve, who was drinking in a retired military bar, looked up at the TV, where the news was being broadcast, and a blonde woman in a red suit was talking eloquently.

"Breaking news, just now, the famous illegal detective Jack Richard died of unknown reasons..."

The bartender who turned his back to him frowned and grinned disdainfully: "Fuck, I don't know why? You stupid watch, just say you were murdered! Are you right, captain?"

He turned his head, Steve had disappeared, and there were twenty dollars on the table.

"...team leader?"

A man in the corner shouted drunkenly, "Where is the captain here?!"

The bartender muttered, "Strange, he was still here just now."