Chapter 387: Three Detectives (Part 3)

"At the very beginning, I had some doubts. Why was it such a coincidence that he encountered an attack just when I was talking to T'Challa on the phone? Unless, someone wanted to lead us over." Stark said in a low voice.

"What's more coincidental is that we happened to arrive at the moment he took action, and then heard him shout that 'Hydra'. Even if Hydra people are stupid, they are a spy organization after all. No spy organization would let witnesses know who did it after sending a killer to kill someone."

Steve also frowned deeply and said: "It seems a bit suspicious, but it could also be a coincidence. What makes me even more puzzled is that the difficulty of us dealing with Hydra suddenly increased. This matter is even more suspicious."

"They are forcing us to unite, because if we often get together, he can better provoke the emotions between us, and then let us stand in opposition, and finally start a war."

Speaking of this, the few humans all felt a chill down their backs. Steve slowly closed his eyes. He exhaled and leaned against the back of the chair, as if he had lost all his strength. He said: "... Do you know how that world war started?"

Everyone was silent. Clearly, this was not a question. Anyone could associate it. Even the causes written in textbooks looked very much like a conspiracy.

"Wars between ordinary people still have room, but ours don't. Once a war starts, not just New York, but the country, the continent, and even the Earth could receive extremely serious damage." Steve revealed a sad expression, clearly thinking of something.

"Hive... Hydra..." Stark closed his eyes slightly, but the exposed part contained sharp light. On his tired face, the light in his eyes was even brighter.

Suddenly, Steve stood up. He looked down at his uniform full of scars and dust, and his shield, which was no longer bright because of wear and tear from a big battle. He took a step and walked toward Stark, who was still lying on the ground.

Stark's armor was no longer shiny and new; the once-gleaming metal was scratched with all sorts of marks, some parts were still smoking, and there was a streak of blood on one side of his temple, likely a graze from when he fell.

At this time, the two of them were quietly looking at each other, both feeling absurd about each other's gray-faced and dirt-covered posture.

Steve wiped his face, looked at his arm again, and said: "If this is the consequence of the two of us fighting..."

He took a deep breath, shook his head, and then continued: "I am very glad that this kind of thing happened in such a state. We are both still alive, didn't lose arms or legs, didn't shed too much blood, didn't fail to stand up..."

Steve leaned down, seemingly wanting to pull Stark up. Stark turned over, dodged Steve's shadow with a somewhat embarrassed posture, and then slowly climbed up from the ground, staggered a few times, and stood opposite him.

When they faced each other, they both saw the same belief and fire in each other's eyes. Stark still held his head high, lowered his eyelids, looked at Steve with the lower half of his eyes, and said: "I feel like I won, but this doesn't make me feel proud at all."

"We almost turned a planet into ruins. If I wake up from a dream now and see such an Earth..." Stark trembled somewhat when breathing, and the tail of his voice turned sharply downward: "I don't even know how to take revenge for it, because the ones who took action were us ourselves."

"I once tried my best, just to not let this kind of thing happen." Steve pursed his lips and said: "There are many people like me, not only trying their best but also paying with their lives, just to not let this kind of thing happen."

"If they really intend to do this..." Stark raised his tone: "Then I will use action to tell them they found the wrong person."

Steve looked into his eyes, silent. Then, Stark raised his somewhat smoking arm, paused in mid-air, and hammered it onto Steve's shoulder.

Both exhausted people fell down.

The sound of them falling to the ground was somewhat dull, like a sudden thunderclap in the endless night and heavy rain.

And besides the thunder, there was also light full of hope, like the dawn.

The picture on the projection screen froze at this moment. In Shiler's mind palace, the Shiler wearing a black long trench coat spoke slowly: "Perhaps, this is precisely the difference between your world and Gotham. Here, there is night, there is rain, but there is also lightning that cuts through the sky and brings light."

"I often feel that Iron Man and Batman are somewhat alike." Shiler, wearing a white coat, opened his mouth, but then he shook his head and said: "But Batman doesn't have Captain America, or even if he did, he would never punch him like Stark just did."

"The plan of me and that lunatic has all been told. Now it's your turn, right?" The Shiler in the black long trench coat turned his head to look at himself. Shiler, wearing a white coat, looked at the ceiling and said: "What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"We are one person. Do you still intend to deceive yourself? Or let me make it clearer, how did T'Challa get attacked?"

"Of course it's Hydra's conspiracy." Shiler, wearing white clothes, smiled and said. He paused and added: "Of course, I provided a little bit of help, really just a little bit."

"Why do you want to deal with Hydra? Don't tell me you are a good person with justice in your heart, wanting to help the Avengers deal with their biggest enemy."

"Of course not. Do you still remember the first time I went to S. H. I. E. L. D. for psychological counseling?"

"I remember, all the agents avoided you, but this is also normal. Is it just because of this that you hold a grudge against them?"

"Jian Lai"

"No, they don't come for psychological counseling, I'm happy to be idle. But you forgot, didn't you? They broke the smoke alarm in my office, almost causing me to be drenched in a rain, and at that time, I didn't even have an umbrella."

The Shiler in the black trench coat listened, adjusted his posture, leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, and said: "It seems this time it was the three of us working together to accomplish a big thing."

"From the order of taking action, you wanted to take revenge on Hydra, so you planned the T'Challa assassination incident, which led to Hive Hydra, and broke my umbrella. So I planned the alien civil war incident. Finally, that lunatic and the rain from another world gave everything a perfect ending."

Shiler, wearing a white coat, leaned his body forward, picked up the wine glass from the coffee table in front of him, and poured a glass for himself and the other self.

Looking from behind the sofa, two wine glasses touched together. The foam from the collision of the wine liquid slowly rose, and the room unfolded like a box.

A big hand took a green-haired Lego figure and put it into the center of the room. The head of the Lego figure was a cylinder, and the hands were C-shaped.

A green-haired figure lowered his head, looked at the three Lego figures in the box that looked exactly the same, only with different clothes and hair colors, and said with a smile:

"We really are three detectives, right?"

---Side note---

Actually, it's still three/detectives

It's the god of neurosis

Hee hee ===== CHAPTER 388 =====

Schiller in the white coat leaned back in his chair, staring straight ahead, his tone very calm, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.

"Working at the Anquan Bureau gave me the opportunity to come into contact with Pierce. One day, I visited him, wanting to discuss a business deal regarding vibranium."

"At that time, he didn't know that the new material, Molten Steel, was about to be born. Aside from us, no one knew this news. After I revealed this information to him, he immediately realized the business opportunity, because Molten Steel would replace vibranium."

"This meant that if the people of Wakanda knew this news, the price of vibranium would inevitably plummet. They would all be eager to sell the vibranium in their hands to cash out, in order to withstand the impact brought by the new material."

"Sure enough, Pierce contacted Erik, the leader of Wakanda's second-largest tribe. He sent Klaw to make contact with Erik, but Erik was greedy—which is not surprising—he wanted to make a killing all at once and then go on to shake T'Challa's rule."

"At this point, I gave Pierce another suggestion: rather than using the information gap to buy vibranium in advance, it would be better to help Erik ascend to power, disrupt the situation in Wakanda, and then manipulate it. You know, just like every coup in Africa."

"Actually, I didn't need to remind him; Pierce had already thought of this. But the reason he didn't do it immediately was because he had doubts about Erik's loyalty. To my disappointment, he didn't have powerful brainwashing methods himself, so in the end, it still had to be me."

"I used the Mad Wine to infiltrate Erik's subconscious and gave him suggestions. Of course, he already harbored deep malice toward T'Challa; what I did was mostly to make him say the right things at the right time."

"That kind of toxin..."

"You are all too familiar with it. Didn't you just pull it out of Constantine's body? According to Constantine, the Cursed Soul is a rare item in that world, and of course, no one in this world has seen it."

Schiller in the black trench coat finished listening, adjusted his posture, leaned comfortably against the back of the chair, and said, "It seems that this time, the three of us worked together to accomplish a great thing."

"In terms of the sequence of actions: you wanted to take revenge on Hydra, so you planned the assassination of T'Challa, which resulted in drawing out the Hive Hydra and ruining my umbrella. So, I planned the alien civil war incident, and finally, that madman and the rain from another world brought everything to a perfect conclusion."

Schiller in the white coat leaned forward, picked up a wine glass from the coffee table in front of him, and poured a glass for himself and for his other self.

Looking from behind the sofa, the two wine glasses clinked together, the foam from the colliding liquid slowly rising, and the room unfolded like a box.

A large hand holding a green-haired LEGO figure placed it into the center of the room. The LEGO figure's head was a cylinder, and its hands were C-shaped.

A figure with green hair looked down at the three identical LEGO figures in the box, which differed only in their clothes and hair color, and said with a grin:

"We really are three great detectives, aren't we?"

---Author's Note---

Actually, still three/detectives

It's the 'de' of 'demented' (shenjingbing)

Tee-hee