[Comprehensive British and American] Justice Passerby

"Steve."

A soft voice, with a little anxiety.

He knew he had been shot, the feeling of bullets penetrating his body had been a daily experience for him; he knew he was being attacked by someone, and the frantic cries of the students still rumbled through the auditorium, "Mystique!"; he knew I must stand up, I must appease these frightened children, I must rescue them from possible danger.But the cold bullet robbed him of all strength and made him weak.

"Steve."

A gentle hand touched his cheek.

"They're safe," the man said. "Now, I want you to open your eyes and look at me."

Steve winced, his consciousness was already a little dislocated, and the white-hot pain was burning and spreading in his chest like venom.

"Look at me, you have to fight, people are terrified, Captain, we need you." Now that soft voice was annoying.

But the words were soft but unstoppable.Steve was wandering in the world, one step away from obtaining eternal peace, but at this moment the sun fell on him.

Freed from the phantasms of near-death, he felt boundless pain. Those who had walked too far in the long night could no longer adapt to the harsh sunlight.

Like a man overboard struggling to hold on to driftwood, Steve lifts his hand weakly—it's held tightly.

"You will live," said the voice.

Steve opened his eyes with all his strength, his vision was blurred, and blinked, and again, he saw a hooded figure.In the black shadow, he locked on the other person's eyes, that person's eyes were like the surface of a lake disturbed by rain in the setting sun, shimmering with sparkling gold, too many people were scrambling to leave their own reflections in the lake water.Almost instantly, Steve felt a sudden realization.It was like a person who had been drowning for too long was finally lifted to the surface of the sea to breathe the first ray of air. He was panting, his heart was beating violently, and the blood was rushing to the eardrums.

That was Freya smiling at him from under the hood, and the next moment, they were flying into the air.

A low-pitched sonic boom exploded in Steve's ears, and something of a strange texture gently covered his body like a curtain, blocking the attack of the strong wind.

......

"Just a little bit." Freya's voice was cold.

"Don't worry, he's a fighter, he's been through worse than this. He'll survive, Freya." The other end of the phone reassured.

"I know." Freya said, "Steve is always the one who fights to the end."

"So they caught Mystique, are you sure that's Mystique?"

"I'm right there, Bruce." Freya rubbed the center of her brows, "I watched things happen, and she was able to dodge my attacks sharply. And that transformation, it was so real, I couldn't think of it." There's something that can mimic that effect."

"It doesn't make sense," Bruce said. "Why would a mutant kill Captain America?"

"I don't know, do you think this will be Luthor's plan?" Freya asked.

"We can't say for sure," Bruce said slowly, as if he were typing, "but you might want to read what's being said online, Freya, now."

Freya quickly walked to the desk and turned on the computer.

She mentally prepares for a while before opening a news portal.

On the website, it is written in huge crimson fonts - "Captain America was assassinated by mutants and is still being rescued", and a video taken by someone in the auditorium is attached below.She closed this website, and clicked on several other websites at random. Without exception, the headlines of these webpages were all with eye-catching real-time news.

Freya's mouse hovered over the video for a few seconds, and then opened it.

These were the most frightening minutes of her life. The blood of her best friend left indelible marks on her body, but she resisted the desire to vomit and pulled the progress bar back and forth several times.

"You get it?" Bruce said quietly.

Freya took a deep breath.

"The people who were filming knew what was going to happen. The camera was in focus before Mystique made her move," she said.

"None of the media is wondering why the mutants wanted to assassinate Captain America. All the famous editorialists seemed to have been brainwashed overnight, and they all agreed that this was in line with the usual style of the mutant brotherhood. The hatred of humans, the The backlash against Rogers' speech about being 'hidden in the crowd', and the bad history Mystique has had, all the media hype these one-size-fits-all materials." Bruce said, "I can use Do something to suppress the big news about you, Captain America stands behind S.H.I.E.L.D. and the U.S. government, but they have been unable to suppress these news for a long time, and the mutants are also unable to quell the situation, what do you think is the reason for this?"

"They have scruples, thinking that suppressing the news now may lead to a greater backlash," Freya said, "or they can't do anything about it. I would rather be the former. If not, who can do such a large-scale control Up to this point? Luther or others can use money and power to make the media speak for them, but money is the most unreliable thing in the world. The current situation, it seems that they are collectively sleepwalking, honestly, it makes me a little shudder. "

"Some special means can do it." Bruce sneered, "There is a recording, I want you to listen to it. If there is one thing I figured out from the informant this morning, it is this series The collusion behind the operation was far greater than any of us could have imagined. Not just Luthor and the Penguin, but old S.H.I.E.L.D. adversaries. S.H.I.E.L.D. was infiltrated again shortly after falsely announcing its disbandment to purge its insiders , sometimes I really wonder what they can do."

"The exterior walls of the new building are mixed with lead, and there are special anti-eavesdropping devices inside, but starting from the things provided by the informants, I got some internal information. You will want to hear it, Freya, you One wonders how scheming our adversary is and how mysterious the forces involved are, Fury's carelessness aside."

He paused for a moment, then added: "I will draw up the first draft of the alliance building in the near future, the storm is coming, Freya, we must be prepared."

Freya hung up the phone.

She sat quietly for a while, and finally went to the kitchen to pour herself a glass of milk.On the balcony, the big bear is biting its own doll bear and playing. It doesn't know what undercurrent is surging, and it doesn't know what conspiracy is happening.It's so carefree it's almost painfully jealous.

Freya watched for a while before turning on the recording.

The first thing heard was the quarrel.

"What does this mean, Fury?" Stark's exasperated voice came from the recording, "Mystique is in front of at least a thousand people, and for God's sake, thousands of children! She just pulls out a gun and kills Rogers. This is fucking Captain America! She shot Captain America! Now you tell me the Mutants want to bail her back out and pat her ass off?!"

"Professor X is downstairs," Nick Fury said calmly, "and we only have one last chance at interrogation to figure out what's going on before he takes people away. Now, Stark, instead of arguing about the government's It’s better to think about how to dig something out of Mystique’s mouth.”

Someone was running around the room.

"It's not going to happen," Stark said. "She can't just walk out of the gate of S.H.I.E.L.D. after killing the Alliance members like this."

Fury sighed.

"Come with me," he said.

footsteps.

They seem to have walked into another room.A gentle male voice sounded. "Hello, Commissioner Fury," he said.

There was a sound of chairs being dragged.

"Why did you assassinate Captain America?" Stark asked, anger suppressed in his voice.

"I don't talk to lowly races." Mystique's voice was cold.

"Riwen." It was the male voice, "Please."

"What are you doing again, Charles." Mystique said, "Our family has been slaughtered by humans, and our children have been displaced. Captain America is just a lackey of those in power. Even if I kill him, what's wrong?"

"You did such a thing in full view. Now the Internet is full of news about the feud between mutants and Avengers. It seems that the third world war will break out in the next moment. How can I not come?" Charles Sighing, "Riwen, please let me help, this is murder! Rogers is a respectable person, I don't know when you will start to attack such a person."

For a long time no one spoke.

"I need to know the truth, people need to know the truth, Raven," Charles said, his voice so low and soft it was almost a plea.

Mystique finally spoke after a few seconds of silence.

"I don't know," she said. "By the time I knew it, the bullet had gone."

"You don't have this memory?" Charles asked in shock, "Can you..."

"Stay away from my brain, Charles!" Mystique's voice was filled with fierce anger. "Never, never try to invade my mind again."

"I'm sorry, but I have to..." Professor X said bitterly.

"Professor X used his reputation as a guarantee for you," Stark sneered, "How do we know if you lied, since this is not the first time you have assassinated others."

"I don't see any problem." Charles interrupted Iron Man. He hesitated for a moment before confiding with difficulty, "Her thoughts and memories are normal."

"So you intend to assassinate the captain," Stark said.

"There is another possibility." A fifth voice sounded in the room, a hoarse female voice, "She may be controlled. I have seen that video. If it is slowed down several times, you can see the killer's body. There was an imperceptible pause in the movement. Mystique isn't known for being indecisive, is she?"

"Who can do this, Natasha, who can control others, and then escape the exploration of psychics." Stark questioned, "Whether it is hypnosis, or brainwashing, or even illusion, there is nothing that will not stay in the mind." Make a mark."

"Maybe it's a new method." Natasha said, "We must be cautious. For some reason, I always have a bad feeling."

"Thank you, ma'am," said Charles. "I'm desperate to find out what happened. Raven she... I'm sorry I have to reveal this privately, but it's a matter of life and I'm going to have to make an exception once. Riven is a part of the treaty, if she wanted to kill Captain Rogers from the bottom of her heart, she should have been backlashed by magic at this moment."

"The treaty is clearly written. Mutants are not allowed to use their abilities on superpowers, Professor." Stark said coldly, "She didn't use her abilities, she used a gun. What's more, you I also said that you can't see anything strange in her brain, and I hope this matter will be transferred to legal procedures."

"Gentlemen," said Fury's weary voice, "I think I may have a clue, but I have to check first."

He walked a few steps, and said again: "I'm sorry that you can't take her away today, Professor X, Mystique will be temporarily imprisoned in a prison for superpowers."

Stark seemed to want to say something more, but Professor X gave in first.

"Please don't hurt her." Charles said, "I accept your proposal, and I will wait for SHIELD's reply."

"Thank you very much," Fury said. "Now more than ever, we need our mutual understanding and cooperation."

"I fully understand you, please send my apologies and regards to Captain Rogers." Charles said, "Hank, let's go home."

The sound of a wheelchair.

There was a commotion immediately, and it seemed that Stark also left the room under Natasha's persuasion.

The recording was walking unhurriedly, and there was no other movement, and Freya almost turned it off.

At this moment, a special sound attracted her attention, as if a cabinet had been pulled open.

Fury's footsteps are also included in the recording along with a strange crackling sound, a bit like the beeping of flames when Freya burns wood in her cave.

The monitor should have been placed on Fury's body, and his heavy breathing was clearly audible.

Freya stared at the phone tightly, not letting go of any fragments.

Nick Fury, perhaps the man with the most secrets in the world, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., took a deep breath.

The sound of the flames suddenly became louder, and his voice was calm, very slow, but clearly said——

"Magic Congress of America, Charity Wilkinson."