Superhero Damage Control [Comprehensive]

Later, some people on the Internet described Captain America’s appearance on TV to openly question the justice of the procedures before and after the New York War as a "butterfly storm". Steve and Will McAvoy took the WSA, the government, Congress, the military, the state government, and even New York City out of the mud, turned them all upside down, and when they started blaming each other, I found that the hands of the other party and myself were covered with mud.

But it would be a pity if anyone thought this was the end, it was just the beginning.

At least for Lucy, a game of chess had just started, she didn't move the pawns or the king, she just took out an egg from under the table and threw it viciously at the opponent's face.

Then everyone's eyes were on her, and the opponent looked bewildered.

The explosion at the Port of Brooklyn did not pose too much threat. Iron Man went directly into the fire scene to find the source of the explosion. Iron Man systematically analyzed the chemical substances in the air. The captain threw a fire truck into the source of the explosion.

Amidst the terrified roar of the opponent, the flame miraculously decreased, and there was no second explosion.

"Listen, I'm usually a little unreliable, but I'm a genius after all, can you try to trust me a little?"

Iron Man complained helplessly.

Bucky Barnes was tasked with rescuing all those who hadn't been evacuated from the port.

After it was all over, he shook everyone's hand.

"Thanks for your help, Fire Chief."

"At your service at any time, I just drove the car as soon as possible."

"Mr. Sheriff, your timely rescue is of the utmost importance."

"This should not have happened in my jurisdiction and I will launch an investigation as soon as possible."

Iron Man was left out in the cold, and the fire chief who had his fire truck robbed came to him with a cold face. The two looked at each other for a long time, and Tony waited for him to yell at him, saying that he had disrupted official duties, or that he would Responsible for the smashed fire truck, the explosion in the Port of Brooklyn, and the choking smoke that hung over the site of the explosion.

However, the fire chief finally spoke slowly, and asked, "Are you hot?"

"..."

Tony was a little surprised, and he was stunned for a second before he realized: "No, not at all, I have an air conditioner built into my armor."

"I'm actually asking you to come out of it." The fire chief said angrily, "You can't be hugged when you're wrapped in a can."

Tony was a little at a loss. Two seconds later, Tony jumped out of the steel armor: "I owe you a car, and the Stark Foundation is in charge..."

The fire chief cut him off with a firm hug that nearly choked Tony.

"Don't be stupid, we have insurance." The fire chief rolled his eyes, "This hug is for you to save the entire New York City."

Tony and the fire chief separated, and the other gave him a hammer on the chest: "But I'm still angry because you robbed my fire truck! You superheroes should really learn to consult with others before acting!"

"Next time I'll bring a narrator."

Tony was about to commit another foul mouth, and he shut up in time before he could wipe out the other party's goodwill.

The fire chief said that he had to finish it. He led the firefighters and drove the fire truck into the fire again to put out the small flames.

"How does it feel to accept gratitude from ordinary people?" Lucy's voice asked over the channel Jarvis was connected to.

Tony genuinely exclaimed: "Not bad... Aha! I finally understand why Captain America loves shaking hands so much."

The reporter of A has already arrived at the scene, reporting passionately on the explosion that had just happened and subsided at an extremely fast speed. The photographer happened to capture the scene of the fire chief and Tony embracing. The firefighters with black and gray faces and orange uniforms embraced tightly, and their golden-red steel armor gleamed amidst the lingering flames and black smoke.

The photojournalist looked down at his camera and muttered to himself, "Oh...this photo will win this year's photojournalism award!"

There was no need to wait until the next morning, as this photo spread on the Internet at an extremely fast speed. It was nearly midnight in New York time, but on the west coast of the United States, the place with the most developed entertainment industry in the entire world, Los Angeles was Just into the loud and bustling nightlife.

Senior agents and Hollywood stars, models and public relations managers and their assistants go to various parties to socialize, inquire about news and discuss business.In a bar called "Morning Star", the guests gathered in twos and threes, chatting quietly. This bar is very famous in Los Angeles. It has very good privacy and the wine is well adjusted. It has only been open for a few months. , has become a must-go entertainment place that everyone talks about.Unlike other bars where demons dance wildly, although there is a dance floor here, there is a piano in the center. The boss likes to play piano and jazz there when he has nothing to do.Even Justin Bieber has to honestly slow dance when he's here.

A woman's exclamation interrupted the crisp piano sound like a crystal falling to the ground. Everyone started to take out their mobile phones and started whispering to each other. Listen together attentively.

"That's so fucking right!" A fat black man yelled in that unique rhythmic language, and the people around him burst into laughter. Ray-P, this is a newcomer in the hip-hop world. The first single, just became famous, last month he cheated Chinese people of their money to sell his record and pretended to sign autographs for those people as if he was a superstar, this month he really became famous.He shook his head, shrugged his shoulders, "I'm going to write a song for them, and it's called—Is the government fucking dumb?"

Another independent film director complained: "Think about our disaster movies, when aliens attack, which time Congress will take responsibility?"

Another director, with some silver hair, responded: "That's different, it's real. We demean Congress and politicians as much as we want in movies, because Hollywood has never been right with politicians, but we still trust the government. But What kind of?"

Senior producer Ari Goldman and his client, known as the most promising star of the new generation of Hollywood, the next generation of Johnny Depp's Vincent Chase and his assistant Eric sat in the corner In the movie, he said: "If Captain America is in Hollywood, I will do whatever it takes—kidnapping or murdering, getting rid of all my opponents—to sign him. He is handsome and smart. He is a money sucker." .Unfortunately his contract is with the military."

Vincent mentioned: "He just said that he might retire?"

"He said?" Ari jumped up, "Vincent, is the private jet you rented still on the runway, use it for me quickly!"

"But it's already this late?"

When Ari was about to do something at the beginning, no one could stop him, and he rushed towards the most delicious target like a hungry shark: "What's late, golden boy? Do nothing here, wait A large number of senior Hollywood producers flew to New York to kneel in front of Captain America, everyone took out a check book and cried bitterly, asking Captain America to take their money for a brokerage contract, and then I had to hire someone The snipers will kill them all before it's too late!"

"Are you crazy? Captain America won't act in a movie. It's impossible if you think about it."

"Are you going to give me the plane or not?"

Vincent finally said helplessly: "Promise to me, if I borrow your plane, you must fight for whatever script I want to accept next time."

"I can still kneel and lick your feet, and I can do it now."

Vincent rolled his eyes and asked someone to arrange the plane.

Before dawn in Washington, Congressmen have already walked out of the house. Few people have seen them so nervous, just because of Will McAvoy's words: "Is the government dumb?"

Earlier than them, the Vice President, the Majority Whip, the Speaker, General Ross of the U.S. Army, and Amanda Waller were all lifted out of bed and thrown into the White House in the early morning.They're all asking themselves the question: "Isn't Captain America on our side?"

General Ross is talking endlessly that the military will never bow to Captain America, and he has a way to fight back.The newly appointed, somewhat weak Vice President said that the top priority now is to privately question the American representative of the World Security Council to find out everything.The chief of staff urged the president to resolve the issue of the nuclear bomb, because there has been a storm on the Internet saying that the nuclear bomb was launched by the president of the United States, and they must explain that when the nuclear warhead was fired, the process was democratic, painful, and full of struggles .The speaker has been saying that this matter is endless, which is a provocation to Congress.The party whip kept an inscrutable expression. Everyone thought he might have fallen asleep. The poor old man was almost 80 years old.The president glanced at Amanda Waller, who had left the Oval Office and was waiting for the president in the West Wing.

The President slipped out of the Oval Office: "In control?"

"It's still under control." Amanda nodded, "Rosell, the U.S. permanent representative of the World Security Council, was single-handedly promoted by the vice president, and we now have enough reasons to replace him. The Congress will urge the World Security Council The Nick Fury investigation. The military can be replaced, but Mr. President ... we need to watch out for someone to attack the White House at this time. In my opinion, it is already very dangerous now."

The president blinked: "So their Presidential Medal of Honor and Medal of Freedom are going to be issued as soon as possible. We will explain all this at the White House press conference tomorrow."

Amanda Waller nodded. She thought this "medal consolation" strategy was wise, but she was just not used to letting others always have the upper hand.

The president was back in his office, and Amanda Waller, as always, disappeared into the darkness before the White House resumed normal daytime operations.

In the morning, Ulik ran as usual, drank tea, and watched TV for a while.The traffic in New York was extremely congested in the morning, so he took the subway instead. When he walked to the headquarters of Titan, he was overwhelmed by the crowd of reporters in front of him. Some news dealers even stepped forward when they saw Urik’s reporters dressed up. : "For $20, I can tell you which room Captain America is resting in now."

From a distance, Urik saw Happy Hogan, Stark's security director surrounded by reporters, who was about to be poked to death by a microphone.

"Happy! Poor man, what happened?"

Happy turned his chubby body, a little exhausted: "Mr. Stark and Captain Barnes returned to Titan yesterday to report on the rescue situation, and then they never came out. I don't know who sold this thing ’” He pulled a reporter off a wall trying to climb it: “Sir, this is a private residence!”

Urik saw that Happy was too busy to chat with him anymore, so he blazed a trail into Titan.

Before reaching Lucy's office, he heard Louis Lane's voice.

"Lucy, you will give me the first interview, don't say you can't, if you can't, at least give me a list of you are going to be interviewed, and tell me who I have to kill?"

Lucy laughed lightly.

"Of course it's you, Louis, I need you too, but under the current situation, if you want to get first-hand information, you have to fly over from the metropolis."

Urik knocked on the door twice and went straight in. Lucy had just finished the internet call with Louis. She had dark circles under her eyes, but her eyes were glowing with excitement. She packed up the information on the paper: " Urik, come with me to the meeting."

Urik followed behind Lucy who was striding forward: "Lucy, you don't want to rest from today, you throw yourself into a war, and then you have to be prepared, many things are unpredictable , maybe not everything will turn out as you imagined."

Lucy stopped in front of a brown mahogany door, and lightly pressed her hand on the doorknob: "There are no certain conditions. Quick wins only exist in the mind, and they don't exist objectively. We advocate to fight for the final victory." To meet all the necessary conditions and work hard, the more the conditions are met, the sooner they are met, the more certainty of victory will be, and the time of victory will be one day earlier."

Urik didn't expect that Lucy didn't proudly refute his words, but summed up all his thoughts, and he blinked in surprise: "These are all your thoughts?"

"No, quoted from Mao Zedong's "On Protracted War." Lucy laughed out loud, pushed open the door, and entered the meeting room. All the executives had already sat neatly on both sides of the meeting table.

Lucy scanned the heads of the Tactical Strategy Department, Damage Control Department, Legal Consulting Department, Public Relations Department, Administration Department, and Technical Support Department one by one. They are all young and full of energy. They are the future.

Lucy put down the information, crossed her hands, put it on the table, and nodded to the director of the tactical strategy department: "Everyone, start reporting."

A new day has begun.