The Taoist Master's Book of Merit[Zhongyingmei]

When Tony and others received the news, Coulson had already been sent to the emergency room by the S.H.I.E.L.D. agents who arrived later.

Clinton stood outside the emergency room without saying a word, and saw through the small window that Coulson was lying on the hospital bed, wearing an oxygen mask.

According to the doctor, he was in a severe coma due to brain trauma, and his right arm still showed signs of fracture, which was caused by being forcibly broken.

Clinton knew Coulson well. He seemed to be a man who judged the situation very well, but sometimes, he was inflexible and stubborn, which made people angry.

Since you know that under such circumstances, the bottle cannot be kept anyway, so why put yourself in it.

Clinton could imagine that after being attacked by the enemy in the plane, Coulson must have tried his best to protect the bottle containing the venom.

Because Coulson knew how harmful the venom was, he held the bottle in his right hand and pressed it under his body. His arm was forcibly broken and the bottle was taken away.

Doctors said that Coulson's right arm will no longer be able to use the gun in the short term.

Clinton nodded and said it's okay, I will protect him when he can't use a gun.

The doctor glanced in surprise. Mr. Agent was carrying a quiver and holding a bow. Before he could say anything, he heard a little nurse inside shouting that the patient's old injuries had recurred and internal organs were bleeding.

The doctor said tiredly, God, and then hurried into the emergency room again.

Clinton watched the medical staff coming in and out in silence. He pursed his lips tightly, and the hand holding the bow trembled slightly.

Yan Zhiyu looked at the blue veins on his forehead and the clenched fist, knowing that Clinton must not be as calm as he appeared.

Steve, who was standing beside Yan Zhiyu, suddenly reached out and hugged Yan Zhiyu's shoulder tightly.

When Yan Zhiyu looked up at him, he found that his brows were wrinkled again, and his eyes were extremely complicated.

Yan Zhiyu looked at Steve's blue eyes, then at Clinton standing at the door of the emergency room like a statue, feeling flustered for no reason.

Coulson is a kind Mr. Secret Service, rounded up to an occasional superhero, but he's in the emergency room.

Yan Zhiyu recalled the scene he had seen in the hallucination before, Jarvis disappeared, Tony was lying in the snow, Steve took the people away and never came back.

Although everyone in the Avengers Alliance is trying to hide from Yan Zhiyu and prevent him from knowing the trend of public opinion on the Internet.

But Yan Zhiyu also more or less vaguely guessed from the reactions of the Avengers that the conflict between superheroes and ordinary people is intensifying.

Yan Zhiyu knows that once a conflict exists, if there is no quick and effective solution in the short term, it will definitely explode in a radical way, which will definitely cause a devastating blow to the superhero.

The public's attitude reminded Yan Zhiyu of Yunmeng.

He heard Senior Brother Cai say that even though Wudang is the largest sect in the Central Plains, it should look like the largest sect and behave magnanimously.

But absolutely don't live like Yunmeng, otherwise sooner or later, you will die in the hands of the common people.

Brother Cai also told him that great kindness is like great hatred.

Although Yan Zhiyu, who was still a little cub at that time, didn't understand much, he still looked up at his little head, admiringly looked at his unruly and mighty Senior Brother Cai, and firmly remembered these words.

He thought about how happy he would absolutely live in the future, and whether he could save someone or not depended on his mood, and he held back his dissatisfaction.

As a result, after coming to this wretched place, he and this group of superheroes lived a wretched life of saving people from fire and water, and then being rubbed on the ground by the people.

Yan Zhiyu looked at the Avengers around him. They cared about each other and tangle together, but for some reason, Yan Zhiyu always felt that the survival status of this superhero group was in jeopardy, and sooner or later it would fall apart.

Tony called the others away, leaving only Clinton waiting at the door of the operating room. Before leaving, Natasha looked at Clinton worriedly.

She was worried about leaving Clinton here alone. After all, there was something wrong with SHIELD. The Avengers knew nothing about the current situation of SHIELD. Clinton alone might be in danger.

In the end, Natasha still couldn't let go. After talking to Tony, she stayed with Clinton.

"He'll be fine." Natasha patted Clinton on the shoulder. "For Coulson, it's not a serious injury."

Clinton looked at the door of the emergency room, and suddenly said softly, "He mentioned to me, let me communicate with the Avengers more, and don't always run to him. At that time, I didn't think much about it. Now that I think about it, he actually You want to tell me not to go to S.H.I.E.L.D.”

Clinton pulled the corners of his mouth at Natasha, showing a smile that was uglier than crying. In the end, he shrugged his shoulders pretending to be relaxed and made a mischievous grimace with Natasha, but when he heard the doctor shouting for resuscitation, the patient's heart When he stopped suddenly, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Natasha didn't know what to say, so she could only hug Clinton tightly, "Colson has survived so many dangers, Loki's time was much worse than this, and this time it will definitely be fine."

Clinton took a deep breath, buried his head on Natasha's shoulder, and let out an inarticulate, hmm.

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Tony called the others away because Jarvis told him that a very interesting thing happened now.

His good employee Miranda is leading a demonstration of superhero fans, and there are many people who support her.

Yan Zhiyu watched the live broadcast from the plane with the other Avengers.

He was surprised to find that he knew the leading girl, the young lady who bought his green rice balls in the park.

Tony watched his new employee stand on the stage, a section above the others, like a live target.

"Captain, you go to the scene, I always feel that something is going to go wrong." Tony watched the video for a while, and suddenly said in a solemn tone.

Steve was stunned for a moment, and then quickly realized what Tony was worried about. He nodded, changed into plain clothes and prepared to rush to the scene.

Yan Zhiyu found out that Steve couldn't wear a shield in plain clothes.

Yan Zhiyu felt that this was as terrible as taking off his double-yang cover and not allowing him to hold the sword box. In case something happened, just click it, and Steve would be cold.

He waved to Tony, and ran out with Steve, Xiao Dangdang also wanted to protect Steve and the pretty lady!

With Yan Zhiyu, it was much more convenient for the two of them to travel. Yan Zhiyu flew over directly on the little black crane, dragging Steve.

To be honest, Steve is really heavy. If it wasn't for the help of the self-service system, Yan Zhiyu would probably be dragged off by Steve from Xiao Mohe.

Yan Zhiyu leaned over and threw Steve in the alley of a small broken building, and then the two superheroes were caught.

"Ahhhh!" the blonde girl screamed, waving the small flag with the Iron Man printed on it in her hand, and was covered by the black-haired and slightly fat sexy woman next to her.

The woman had Facebook on her face. She covered her companion's mouth, smiled at the two people who fell from the sky, and asked in her unique and lazy voice, "Are you... also here to support superheroes?"

Yan Zhiyu's flying sword was hidden behind him and trembling, afraid of being seen, he looked at Steve and nodded to the two.

The woman seemed to regard them as temporary partners, she smiled happily, let go of her companion, and shook hands with Steve and Yan Zhiyu very naturally.

"Hi, my name is Max Black, a fan of Facebook Man, oh, he is such a cute little milk dog, this is Caroline Channing, she likes Iron Man, how about you?" Max waved the little flag in his hand , Yan Zhiyu saw him printed on it, Yan Zhiyu was super happy!

"You can call me Rogers." Steve shook hands with her naturally, "His name is Yu, he is Chinese, and we all like Facebook."

Yan Zhiyu felt his heart beat faster when he heard Steve's answer, especially when he saw Steve smiling and waving the Facebook flag that Max gave him, his face turned red.

Max and Caroline pulled Yan Zhiyu and Steve to join Miranda's team as if they had discovered their teammates.

Miranda found someone to set up a small platform, and stood on tiptoe holding a microphone, leading other people to demonstrate against the government in an organized and orderly manner. At the same time, she was trying to tell the blinded people that it was time to wake up.

"It is undeniable that superheroes are indeed protecting us. This is a fact. When disasters happen, we should blame those super criminals, not those who desperately save us." Miranda said loudly. "What did the superhero do wrong! The Facebook man's murder has been proven to be maliciously framed by the follow-up video. Today, someone said that the venom controls the superhero. Isn't this another conspiracy against the superhero?"

Those who participated in the demonstration today are not only fans of superheroes, but also people who have been rescued by superheroes. They also do not want to use this extreme and radical method to protect superheroes. come to trouble.

But whether it is Miranda or other people who support Chaoying, they are vaguely aware that these public opinions, superheroes themselves cannot take the initiative to resist.

And those who support the superheroes, if they don't do anything, the superheroes may really be defeated by malicious public opinion.

After Miranda left the newspaper and joined Stark Corporation, she was fortunate enough to see the Avengers in and out of the Avengers Building.

When she saw Hawkeye and Facebook holding donuts and sneaking into the Avengers Building, she suddenly realized that superheroes are actually just like ordinary people, who like to eat donuts secretly. Some will have their own little thoughts, emotions, anger, sorrow, and joy, and the same will be chilled by other people's malicious slander.

"We don't have superpowers, we can't even hit balloons in the park, we can't protect other people like superheroes," Miranda said excitedly, holding a microphone, and the people around her held signs that read "Protect superheroes." Britain.

Miranda saw a plane parked on a distant building, and she remembered this plane, which had parked on the Avengers Building before.

As if inspired, Miranda continued to say loudly, "Superheroes are protecting us, so why don't we trust them, trust a group of people who are willing to protect us with their lives, isn't it difficult for us?"

She stopped her speech, and she saw the hope of protecting superheroes from the expressions of others.

Miranda smiled happily as more and more people joined their team.

Standing on the small stage now, she feels like a hero. Together with these people, she bravely breaks through the controlled public opinion, bravely resists the government's suppression of Chaoying, and bravely protects their superheroes.

If superheroes cannot say these things in person because of their special status, then it is up to them to say that they can no longer remain silent. Miranda and the others all know that under malicious manipulation, rumors will not be self-defeating, but will make the people even worse. ignorant.

There is a saying that Miranda wants to say, but it is not convenient to say it. She actually wants to ask those who want superheroes to get out of New York. If the superheroes really leave, who will protect New York.

If it weren't for the superheroes and mutant heroes, New York would have been destroyed in the Battle of New York and other disasters.

She raised the sign in her hand and made a final appeal. She believed that the government could see it, and the people would also see it. Sooner or later, the government and the people would be able to face Chaoying squarely.

She was answered by a loud chorus from the crowd, and, a bullet.

Her eyes were shaken suddenly, and then, she heard a gunshot, someone was going to kill her, she saw it, and saw something flying through the air.

Then a white figure suddenly appeared in front of her, and suddenly hugged her tightly in his arms.

She rubbed the snow-white fur collar, knowing that it was the face mask man.

Yan Zhiyu wrapped Miranda into a protective cover to protect her tightly.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Before Yan Zhiyu had time to rejoice that he had arrived in time and did not let the bullet hit Miranda, he heard the self-service system issue a mission prompt in his mind, "Urgent mission: Protect the demonstrators under terrorist attacks." Crowd. Task time, two hours, task reward, none, task penalty, none”

"Yan, you and the captain first organize the evacuation of the on-site personnel. I have received news that people from Hydra have sneaked into the scene."

Yan Zhiyu received a private call from Tony. He had a headache looking at the crowd. He let go of the excited and speechless Miranda, and habitually handed her over to meet the female agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. After being taken to a safe place, the female agent put a blanket on Miranda and walked down with her arms around her.

When Yan Zhiyu turned around and was about to leave, he suddenly remembered something wrong with S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Wait!" Yan Zhiyu stopped the somewhat unfamiliar agent, and he tried to make his voice very natural, "I have no experience, you go and help evacuate the crowd, I'll just throw her somewhere upstairs."

"Why bother you, Facebookman," the agent said softly, turning around slowly.

Yan Zhiyu saw that her arms around Miranda were strangling Miranda's neck, and she pressed a knife against her artery.

"You're not an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D...." Yan Zhiyu put his hands behind his back and moved his fingers slightly.He wanted to direct Feijian to go around and attack her.

The female agent drew a shallow mark on Miranda's neck with a knife, "Oh, of course not, I am Hydra."