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Volume One Chapter 473 The Epitaph of the Kind-hearted

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    When you become a government employee, a police officer, or an agent, don't you have accidental injuries while performing your tasks?  The only difference is that the public sees superheroes as stronger than ordinary people like themselves.  Therefore, we can criticize them unscrupulously, without having to consider the superheroes to "quarrel" with us. They do not need to know what "justice" is, what is "justice", what is "kindness", they only need to be able to express  My own weak emotions vent my inherent fear of the strong because of my weakness.  Ymir has seen many such things in his previous life and has seen through them.  He is not a born superhero, he understands things that superheroes don't understand.  , if you have never truly lived in a secular society, you will not see these glooms.  Yes, compared to super criminals and super villains, these complicated ordinary people can only be called gray at best.  Even after mastering the ability of the resentful ghost, Ymir did not choose to be a public superhero in the past.  He just wants to be a person who can "be himself" and he is only responsible for himself and his family.  Ymir is not God, nor can he sacrifice himself to save the world like God; not every superpower or mutant is like the Buddha in the Buddhist scriptures, who can cut his flesh and feed it to eagles without changing his expression, using his own flesh and blood  Come and feed the world.  Compared to the general public, Ymir is closer to the world of superheroes.  He cares about the truth, he cares about reason, and he cares about the superhero who really worked hard on something and was let down in the end.  He also cares about those heroes who were innocently harmed in an incident but knew that they could not seek justice for themselves.  The same thing.  Ymir only focuses on what it is.  Instead of blindly seeing who shed tears, who complained, who trembled in the wind, or who shouted louder.  Ymir doesn¡¯t want to hear anyone say that he made an unintentional mistake, hear someone say that he did bad things with good intentions, hear anyone say that he just didn¡¯t know or understand, these are not the reasons why they deserve support and forgiveness.  This is the fundamental difference between Ymir, Captain America and Iron Man.  Iron Man only cares about results.  For Captain America, the cause is more important than the result, such as the pursuit of justice.  The greatest evil in the world often runs rampant in the name of kindness.  The biggest accomplices of evil people are often "good people" who don't need to make any actual sacrifices for the "goodness" they advertise.  And the most ridiculous thing in the world is that kindness itself is unable to move forward because of the name of kindness.  "Captain, Captain Rogers, why do you have to give up?" "Why do you have to resign yourself to fate, Captain America?" "Have you started to support the superhero registration bill now?" "When did Captain America learn to surrender? Loser!" Onlookers watched.  Most of them are the generation that grew up after World War II. The education they received since childhood is that Captain America is the flag of the United States.  It can be said that "Captain America" ??has become a symbol in their hearts.  A spiritual symbol that represents American heroism, rather than a specific individual.  All along, he is a veteran, he is a super soldier, he is Captain America¡ª¡ª.  Although this sounds convoluted, in fact, from the moment Rogers surrendered to Stark, he no longer considered himself Captain America.  The United States needs a captain who is absolutely right at all times, but does not need a Rogers who may make mistakes or even become a victim of crime.  Finally, someone yelled, and a tomato was hit hard in Rogers' face.  On the battlefield, under the tomatoes thrown by ordinary people, they lost the ability to dodge.  There was a "pop" sound, juice splashed everywhere, and even the several hero hunters who were guarding Rogers looked a little embarrassed.  The bailiff on duty outside the Manhattan Courthouse secretly thought something was wrong, and quickly asked people to speed up the transport of Rogers. Then he extended his baton and pointed in the direction of the flying tomatoes and cursed: "Hey, you idiot!" "Don't blame them, what are they doing?  You don¡¯t even know, right?" His eyes were calm.  Although half of his face was covered with tomatoes, his expression was solemn, which made the S.D.I.E.L.D. agents on both sides cautious, but they did not dare to disobey his request at this time.  A sudden heart palpitation suddenly appeared in Rogers' heart. This feeling was too familiar to him. He had felt this kind of heart palpitation several times in the artillery-filled battlefield of World War II. He was in his plane.  He also felt the same kind of heart palpitations when he lost control and was about to fall into the Arctic Ocean.  This was a premonition of impending danger, even more critical than when he crashed in the Arctic Ocean.  Rogers turned to lookHe walked into a building a block away from the Manhattan Courthouse, moved his lips, and discovered the sniper hiding in the dark.  "No, go to hell, bastard" For Rogers, this moment is undoubtedly the gloomiest time in his life.  Even when he was thin and weak before participating in the super soldier program, he had never felt such helplessness.  Betrayed by the very public he protected, behind bars facing charges of treason, with snipers lurking in the shadows ready to take his life.  Even Rogers is now filled with unwillingness and resentment.  His hunch was correct. On a high-rise building not far from the Manhattan Courthouse, a man holding a sniper rifle raised his gun and shook his head. He grabbed the communicator at hand and reported coldly: "Look at him.  Under such circumstances, he can still detect my existence. He is really a terrifying opponent." Sitting in a luxurious villa, Red Skull held a walkie-talkie in one hand while watching the live broadcast on TV with pride.  , laughed and said: "Haha, look at him, he is like a trapped mouse now, no one can save him!" "Okay, stop bragging, Red Skull  " Sitting opposite the Red Skull, a white-haired old man holding a cane looked at the TV with a smile, then raised the wine glass in his hand and drank it in one gulp: "I just want to see the results quickly."  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!
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