69novels Chapter 235
Chapter 235
Ms. Carter really died this time.
As the night darkened, no one left.
This seemingly cold and quiet hospital was filled with soldiers on guard in a very short period of time. Death seemed to arouse its vitality. The flow of people began to shuttle in the corridors. A team of nurses and doctors carefully checked Peggy's body. .
This group of people seemed to have suddenly forgotten the boundary between the living and the dead, and their eyes and fingers were all out of order. Only through various cold instruments could it be confirmed that Peggy had lost all life.
Her face and figure are like a young woman in her twenties, her body has no warmth left.
When Steve held her hand and danced with her, he noticed that Paige's temperature was dropping slowly and steadily, as if her soul was forcibly held in her body by some force, waiting for her body to die completely , when she had to leave.
Some people in black suits walked around hurriedly with a tablet, contacted the person on the other end through the headset, followed the instructions from the other end, and showed various certificates and documents, showing that they had taken Peggy's body power.
"Go to your mother's power, we will take over Ms. Peggy's affairs." Tony said disdainfully, "What are you going to do? Take her body and take some samples to find out why she looks healthy and young ? Do your spring and autumn dreams."
"You can't take her," Bruce said too.
He took out his mobile phone and sent a message, then put the mobile phone back in his pocket. Carl thought about it and told Alexander to deal with it.
Within a few minutes, those unidentified detectives in black suits disappeared from the front of Carl and his party, and the team of doctors who confirmed Peggy's physical death also receded like a tide after issuing a death certificate.
The soldiers on duty did not leave, but they did not stop Karl from doing anything.
Steve hugged Peggy's body and said nothing.
No one took the initiative to speak out. It is not appropriate to say anything at this time. Only those who are left can walk out of the shadows by themselves.
But how long will it take to come out of the shadows?Steve caressed Paige's face lovingly, kissed her forehead and lips one last time, and laid her gently on the hospital bed.
Immediately a trained nurse came over to take over the rest of the work, and Steve stood by the bed and moved out of the way at a strangely slow pace.
His eyes lingered on Peggy's face, and the nurse's busy figure would occasionally block his view of Peggy, but he didn't move, just blinked his eyes lightly, and then the nurse stepped aside, and Peggy's face returned in his eyes.
He seemed to fully accept the fact that Peggy was dead, but at the same time his mind went blank.
Her skin is as gorgeous and gentle as dew under the luxurious crystal lamp.
Karl and his party stood with their hands down on one side of the room. Regardless of the reason, everyone's heart was extremely heavy.
Of all the people present, the only one connected to Peggy who had no reaction to her death was Bucky.
He stood near the window of the room, with most of his body sunk into the junction of the moonlight and the light. He stared indifferently at everything that happened before his eyes with his cold eyes that had never changed since he was rescued.
Bucky was expressionless when he was forcibly brought into the car from his residence, and Bucky was expressionless when he was carefully observed by Claude circling and sizing up objects. He was pushed into the ball room, watching the captain and the dance, When Howard, who was disguised, talked to Maria, he was still expressionless—as if the restless little animal named "emotion" had died in his arms.
He was alive, yet as stiff and pale as a brand new white wall.
Carl suspects that Bucky's brain has undergone a certain degree of lesions in the process of being repeatedly brainwashed, otherwise, even if there is no vague memory left, Bucky should not be indifferent to Peggy's death.
People are infected by the atmosphere around them.
Empathy with the collective is the basic ability of human beings as collective creatures. This ability allows people to better obtain their own position in the crowd and the friendly support of others. When they do not receive any support, people will instinctively feel to sadness, loneliness and fear.
But Bucky has no such instinctive emotions.
Karl tried to figure him out, he smelled cool and metallic, which clouded Karl's judgment.
Carl pretended to look at Peggy, but actually looked at Bucky from a slightly different angle.
He has been dressed up for this dance, Carl wants Claude to make Bucky look fresher as much as possible, no matter how many times he says it, Carl will praise Claude loudly and think he is the top designer .
He's done everything he can.
But Bucky's sense of melancholy is too strong, and this outfit is just a change to a brighter outfit for him.
In fact, he still hasn't come out of the quagmire. He is a puppet damaged by Hydra, and every joint is broken.
Carl sighed faintly.
Human ears could never catch his voice, but Lex, who was standing beside him, rolled his eyes and looked at Bucky, who was doing nothing.
A silent, mocking smile flickered on his lips.
As a surviving World War II heroine whose identity was disclosed, although Peggy has resigned from all positions, she has a good reputation in the US Empire.
As she gets older, she goes in and out of the hospital more and more times, and each time she stays in the hospital for a longer and longer time. Peggy Carter passed away at X today", and then the U.S. Imperial Army will officially refute the rumor when this rumor is rampant.
Similar scenes happen three or four times a year. Not to mention that the people of the US Empire are tired of this kind of insincere deception, and even the media people themselves are very annoyed.
If Peggy.Carter is really dead, so good, this news deserves a front page headline and a full page, but Peggy.Carter was bedridden for months?Peggy.Carter was issued a critical illness notice?Doctors think she has less than three months to live?
It's all commonplace.
Perry dared to say that there are countless journalists who are eagerly anticipating the end of this great lady.
She's a war hero, she's a great female representative of the world, she's a living museum of history, that's right, but come on, who hasn't seen a reporter?
Journalists long for breaking news like locusts long for green seedlings, like roosters afraid of the dark long for tomorrow's rising sun, their hungry stomachs will never be satisfied.
Now the news of her death can bring the greatest benefits, so they hope that she will die immediately, and it is best to leave some vague last words worthy of a big book, such as some top-secret information that is still stored in the safe.
Therefore, it is foreseeable that soon, the outside world will be able to learn about Peggy from certain highly credible media.Definitive news of Carter's death.
Neither Tony nor Bruce wanted to be entangled in the farce. They greeted their companions and left in a hurry. Bruce borrowed a car from Tony and drove home.
Tony generously said that he didn't have to return the car, he hadn't driven the car since the day he bought it, and Bruce said he had no intention of returning it at all.
"You can keep my private jet." He replied decisively, "I don't like it anymore anyway."
Carl did not join their conversation, and shortly after arriving at the hospital he messaged the driver to come pick him up, where Andrew had been waiting for him for a long time.
Only Lex had to worry about getting back—wrong, he didn't have to.
When Carl left, he hugged him very smoothly, and Lex also raised his foot and followed Carl very naturally, probably because he planned to follow Carl without notifying Mercy to arrange for him to go back.
"Goodbye, gentlemen." He said before leaving, "I think we will be very... busy for a while. It may be difficult to have a party like this again, at least for a short time. I wish you all the best."
Carl's words were much simpler: "See you, brothers, text message."
They leaned together and left the hospital. Carl's footsteps were very brisk, and Lex followed his speed. Cooperating with his footsteps, the two completely different people merged completely and were inseparable.
"I don't like Luthor," Tony said, watching their backs, "but I have to admit that they do match. At least I can't think of anyone who can stand next to Luthor and not look like his secretary or bodyguard or something Yeah, or someone standing next to Carl but not like his friend—you know what I mean, Wayne."
"I wish I didn't," Bruce replied meaningfully.
He turned his head and walked towards the low-key black business car, unbelievable, Tony.Stark's garage actually has such a well-behaved model, and Bruce guesses that it should be the work car he assigned to the secretary named "Little Pepper".
Although this work car is ridiculously expensive.
Tony, who was left in place, said, "Jarvis?"
"I'm here, sir." The smart butler's calm voice came from beside his ear, and the silver car came to a silent stop beside him.
The car door opened automatically, and the car stereo began to play soothing light music. Tony's locked brows relaxed a little.
At this moment, a questioning voice sounded behind him: "Sorry, Mr. Stark, it might be rude to say that, but can you please take us back to the hotel? We were interrogated by agents who checked our identity for a long time before we got out , it’s too late to call a car at this point.”
Tony's movements paused, and he turned around, holding back the unhappiness and irritability that needed to be vented.
This voice sounded quite old. It seemed that she was a little unlucky today, and was hitting his muzzle.
Under the bright moonlight, Tony met the eyes that were smiling at him.