I'm in Marvel's infinite draw

Chapter 219 Card Assembly Order

Although artificial intelligence such as Jarvis and Weiss is only a technological aid, how powerful is it in the 21st century covered by information networks?

At this time, the abilities of the two were finally able to show the tip of the iceberg.

I saw that they started the coded system programs at the same time, and through the mediation of the radio and television building in the center of New York and the outer space satellite, in less than a second, a piece of picture information was forcibly loaded and appeared in any place in New York City. on the device platform.

Mobile phones, computers, monitoring screens, and even advertising screens in busy streets all suddenly displayed a card image of a black demon smiling, without any dubbing. After a full 30 seconds of silence, everything returned to normal again.

This extremely weird scene made the people in New York stunned collectively, looking at the devil card in surprise, feeling unbelievable.

A fault of more than half a century!

Most people have not experienced the age of iron and blood wars, and they don't know that "demon" does not fully represent the embodiment of evil, and has another important meaning.

Most young people thought it was a prank, or a hard-core advertisement, infected with a virus, and quickly returned to their own life and work. Only a few people explored the source of the picture.

This is an intelligence message that the older generation who lived in World War II can only understand at a glance.

If it is Risang Country, maybe it will be more memorable.

After successfully completing the task assigned by Kyle, Jarvis and Weiss immediately left the radio and television building, deleted the tour and login records, adjusted the external data as before, and no staff found any abnormalities.

And the demon card triggered a series of chain reactions, just like an invisible nuclear bomb, quietly detonated in the city of New York.

A nursing home and hospital directly under the military region.

The environment and medical equipment here are excellent, at least veterans who have retired with the rank of non-commissioned officers can apply for free accommodation.Because the elderly consciously abide by the rules, the atmosphere in the courtyard has always been quiet and peaceful, and it is a holy place for the military to provide for the elderly and recuperate the sick.

But today, for some reason, elderly people with white hair, either wielding a cane, or manipulating a wheelchair, or with the support of their family members, approached the big screen in the hall of the courtyard, and gathered together to stare at the devil card on it. .

All of them looked serious and dignified, as if they were looking at the military flag, their muddy eyes were full of brilliance, and they showed nostalgia, longing, yearning, admiration, excitement and other emotions.

The young nurses and doctors were startled, and they rushed over to ask what happened, but as soon as they entered the hall, they were booed angrily by some veterans because their steps were too heavy.

Until the devil card disappeared from the big screen, the wrinkled faces of the old people turned rosy with excitement. An old man with handicapped legs took the lead to stand up with difficulty, saluted the army tremblingly, and shouted loudly:

"Roaring commando, Norman soldiers report!"

Under the watchful eyes of the nurses and doctors, the elderly, at least in their early [-]s, stood up in unison, with their waists straight, saluting in an extremely standard military posture.

"102nd Regiment Army, Soldier George reports!"

"Roaring Commando, Soldiers Clark report!"

"206 Regiment Navy, Bouvet soldiers report!"

It was as if they had returned to the army, turning back to their youthful and energetic selves. Under the consciousness of being willing to follow someone to charge into battle, their old and aging bodies showed an indomitable momentum of iron and blood.

The nurses and doctors who saw this scene were shocked, as if they were sculptures, they did not dare to move or make noises to disturb them.

After the report, the old people let out a long-awaited sigh, "General, welcome back."

A three-story villa.

"Grandma, what are you looking at with my phone?"

As soon as Little Pepper Pepper came home, he saw the mobile phone he had forgotten at home, which was tightly held by the grandma in a wheelchair, looking down at something with his head down.

"Ah." Grandma's old face softened, faintly bearing the hint of a young girl's bosom, her eyes narrowed, and she replied softly, "The lover of my dreams has finally appeared."

"Huh?!" Pepper was frightened, and almost threw the high-heeled shoes he took off.

Grandma's dream girl?What the hell?

And this is just one corner of New York.

At this moment, countless old people living at home in New York, after seeing the devil card appearing on the TV or mobile phone at home, all opened their eyes wide, struggled to identify it clearly, and then smiled knowingly as if recalling a long-standing memory.

These old people said to their sons, daughters, and even adult grandchildren: "Don't look at you chasing stars like crazy now, we were a hundred times more crazy than you back then, looking forward to following a person."

The young people didn't understand what the old people meant, so when they asked who was talking about it, the old man replied with a smile: "Look through the history books on the bookshelf, visit the statues in the square downstairs, or go to the main entrance of the War Memorial, and you will know that Who is it?"

Some people have been crowned as representing an era because of their supreme dedication to the world.

And so far on Earth, there is only one person who once stood at the pinnacle of the world, which in itself represents an era.

New York University, History Lectures.

When the black card disappeared from the projection screen and the students in the audience were whispering, the old doctor pushed down his reading glasses, changed the previous topic and said:

"In 1945, there was a legend who was recognized as the first hero. Later, he retired from the public eye and never appeared in the world again."

"He is the youngest major general in the U.S. military, a symbol of national power, a heartthrob, a symbol of peace..."

When everyone thought that that era had long been outdated, frozen, and buried, his sudden and strong return would awaken the collective remembrance and memory of people in an era.

S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, Deputy Director's Office.

The door opened with a bang, and a woman in a one-piece black leather jacket rushed out, her bright red hair fluttering in the wind, ignoring the excitement of others and rushing downstairs.

Countless S.H.I.E.L.D. employees along the way were taken aback and were about to curse angrily, but after seeing who that person was, they swallowed the curse abruptly, and their arrogance died down.

A church in New York City.

A young woman with a bald head and a holy white robe stood with her hands behind her back by the window on the second floor, looking down at the bustling street outside. Various advertising screens on the street were filled with that demon card.

"He came back after all."

"From now on, the future line has been completely changed and confused. Even I can't see clearly what the future will be like."

Although the woman said so, her tone did not mean to complain, but she shook her head lightly in relief.

The return of that man will officially open a new era, a chapter of an era in which heroes rise and wars descend.

(End of this chapter)