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"What exactly is this..."

Tony slowly frowned when he heard her words.

"I saw countless different timelines and countless different universes in the multiverse. I saw the past of all of you and the future of the entire world. Some of them have already happened, and some happened in another world. The Observers even numbered these universes to distinguish them from each other. The world we are in now is not the 616 universe mentioned by the special effects master. We are just... one of the countless parallel universes of the 616 universe."

"hiss......"

Natasha's voice made Stark gasp. This highly intelligent genius had basically figured out what the other person meant by what she said.

"Everything that is happening here now has already happened in the 616 universe. The superhero bill must not be passed. No matter what means you use, you must stop it as soon as possible."

As she spoke, Natasha stood up from the rooftop. The next moment, she took out a golden glove inlaid with six gemstones from a strange space similar to the Cosmic Cube.

When Stark saw this thing, he screamed.

"Where did you get it from? Didn't we keep it separately a long time ago? How come all of it is in your hands!"

Hearing Stark's incredulous voice, Natasha just smiled.

"This is the benefit of the multiverse. Although scientists keep saying that we must never touch other universes, let alone touch the timeline, there are exceptions to everything. With just a little bit of illegal operation, you can get a lot of things from the multiverse that you never dared to think of..."

Hearing this, Stark's brows furrowed even deeper. He looked at the Infinity Gauntlet in Natasha's hand, and Natasha looked at him with a smirk on her face.

"I think I need to tell Fury about this. You're taking matters into your own hands more than I thought."

(PS: It is known that Wolverine went back to the past, causing the collapse of the space-time continuity and the outbreak of the Secret War. So now, the question is, what will happen if Natasha steals the Infinity Gauntlet from the past?)

(PS2: Then he stretched out a hand, put it in the bowl and started waiting for the tickets...)

Chapter 100: The Heroic Civil War

"You said the superhero registration bill can't pass... mainly because of what?"

Rubbing his eyebrows with a headache, Stark asked Natasha with a serious expression.

"It will lead to a civil war among the heroes. It's a plot by Hydra."

Hearing this, Stark instantly understood what Natasha meant. Any American who knows the history of World War II should be familiar with the fame of Hydra.

"You mean Hydra wants to use this to provoke a civil war among us? Mainly with whom? Me and the Captain? Or with Carol? Or are they preparing to start a civil war among the entire people? I know that this registration bill has its pros and cons, and I also know that in this rotten place of the United States, no matter what happens, as long as there is a supporter, there will be two boycotters, and the supporters are bound to conflict with the opponents. And we superheroes are not easy to talk to. As long as there is a spark, it will become a fuse for intensification. The ignited oil tanks are the most terrifying. With just a little spark, they will become uncontrollable. And you said this is a conspiracy of Hydra. Is there still Hydra people in Congress now?"

Tony didn't even take a breath, and a bunch of words popped out of his mouth. As a former SHIELD agent, Natasha didn't fail to understand what the playboy meant because of the fast speaking speed.

"Aren't there a large number of Hydra members in SHIELD? Not to mention, Hydra has now successfully taken over half of the American political power. I clearly remember that Stephen Rogers in a parallel universe was also a Hydra member."

Holding the Infinity Gauntlet, Natasha began to unleash the power of the Mind Stone. She needed a complete population distribution map.

"Believe me, Tony, this world is so vast that it makes people feel helpless. Only when people see a broader goal will they move forward, otherwise they will just stay where they are. Reality is fickle, and everyone who wants to control it will eventually be controlled by it. Only by controlling ourselves can we escape the fate of being a puppet. We need to break through all possible breakthroughs and no longer be bound by the reality called infinity."

......

"Although our friend with a goatee is a bit annoying, guys, today is not a good day for a civil war. We have to solve the problem on the moon first, so that we can better deal with some personal grudges."

Tony Stark used his eloquence to successfully mediate the fight between the God of Thunder and the Sorcerer Supreme. Of course, Thor was the only one who accepted the mediation. Strange, who was beaten up for no reason, was now glaring at Stark who came out to mess up the situation, and the golden-haired Thor who seemed to be fine. If it weren't for the sudden appearance of Iron Man, he would definitely use magic to beat this damn son of Odin into another dimension. As for the uninvited Lord of Hell, he would definitely...

"It seems that someone still hasn't learned his lesson? You, go and give him two more hammers to wake him up."

Selina, who was watching the show with a bucket of popcorn in her hand, raised her eyebrows. She found that this rookie wizard dared to have improper thoughts about her. It seems that Thor's previous hammers did not seem to wake up the man with a fermenting manure tank on his neck.

"Wait! Don't do it yet! If you want to fight, go somewhere else, stay away from me...stay away from Parker Industries!"

As soon as these words came out, Strange immediately looked at Peter Parker, who was standing aside in disbelief. Ever since the battle between the X-Men and the Avengers, Stephen, who was a fence-sitter, knew that he was being disliked everywhere. Although this situation can be classified as a historical legacy, whether it was the Secret Invasion incident or the Dark Dynasty period led by Norman Osborn. After countless small conflicts came together, they soon became big conflicts. The first civil war among the heroes seemed to be caused by Hydra, but in fact it was also a conflict between several camps, which completely reached an irreconcilable stage and eventually caused problems.

The competition among superheroes, the conflict between the masked men who hide their identities and the US government, the racial struggle between mutants and humans, and the most deadly Hydra, and the countless ambitious people surrounding the earth...

"So you guys have always had a problem with me...right?"

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Strange's face was as cold as frost. The God of Thunder standing beside him was holding Mjolnir, eager to try.

The death of the Observer is like a signal that overturned everyone's bottom line. At least no matter how huge the conflicts between the superheroes were in the past, they would eventually choose to shake hands and make peace. Even if this is only for the public opinion outside the field, it is mainly for those observers who may record all this. No one likes to expose the dark and evil side of their heart to others, especially superheroes like them who stand on the moral high ground. Ordinary people think they are different, but the problem is that this is what they deliberately show.

If ordinary people lose faith in the existence of superheroes, then their inherent privileges will also disappear. The kind of truly positive and optimistic heroes can only be seen in the DC Universe during the Golden Age. Marvel's heroes are often very realistic. Many of them come out to do good deeds in order to gain praise and admiration from others, such as the once highly acclaimed Great Lakes Avengers.

Such a choice also puts invisible shackles on the speculators who enjoy the privileges of superheroes. The difference between a hypocrite and a true gentleman can only be known after death, which is the main reason why people often say "a gentleman is judged by his deeds, not his heart".

However, Strange knew that he was not that kind of person. He was a Sorcerer Supreme who was forced to take the title and had lost the title many times.

He was well aware that the conflict between himself and other heroes was the main reason why Thor punched him.

Although the observer died, the conflicts between the heroes became more obvious...

(PS: I’m so hungry! Because no one voted for me, several of my tails have starved to death!)

(PS2: He started to cry loudly as he said that, and then cried really loudly...)

Chapter 101 Dark Nights: Metal (Prelude)

"Money! I just want money!"

It was still the same dark alley, the same person, standing in the same position again...

"Sir, calm down! I'll give you the money."

The man at gunpoint stepped forward with his chest puffed out, while the woman tried to shield the child behind her.

"do not move!"

The robber looked as nervous as ever, and things were just as everyone expected.

"Relax, I'll give you money. As long as you move the gun away, I'll give you a lot of money."

As a man and a husband, he tried very hard to maintain the psychological state of the armed robber. Even if the other party's hands were shaking like sieves, he didn't dare to bet whether the other party could hit him or not, nor would he bet whether the other party would shoot.

"1000 dollars... I only want 1000 dollars! I'll leave right away after I get the money..."

The nervous robbers seemed unaware of who they were robbing. But for these guys living at the bottom of society, perhaps their biggest concern was whether they could find unwanted food in the trash the next day.

"Okay, one thousand dollars. I'll give it to you now and you can leave immediately, okay?"

Hearing the other party's words, the husband was obviously relieved.

"money!"

The man on the other side obviously became a little excited when he heard that there was money. The man in the dinner suit just comforted the other person while taking out his wallet.

"Throw it over!"

Apparently, things were going pretty smoothly up to this point. He just took a few steps forward and threw the expensive-looking crocodile leather wallet at the feet of the gunman. The other party obviously kept his promise and picked up the valuable wallet and ran out of the alley without looking back.

"It's all settled, relax, Martha."

Seeing this scene, the man was obviously relieved.

Just an accident...

"Hands up! Put down your guns!"

It happened so suddenly.

"Bang————————"

Recalling the last time someone he knew was shot, Gordon always felt as if it happened just yesterday. At that time, he had a quarrel with the chief in the hospital, and in the end it was Mr. Thomas's housekeeper who stepped in to settle the matter.

"Nine shots! Who gave them the authority to shoot?"

He kept on babbling and cursing all the way in the car, and only stopped reluctantly when we got home.

"Dad...how's Bruce's injury?"

As an elementary school classmate of the Wayne young master, his daughter was also very concerned about his injuries.

"It's very serious. He may be disabled for life. The bullet passed through Ms. Martha's abdomen and injured his spine. Even the best hospital in Gotham can't guarantee the recovery of this kind of injury. Those damn... Forget it, I shouldn't tell you this."

But he never imagined that 20 years later, the same thing would happen to his daughter...

"Is she okay?"

Standing in the corridor outside the ward, Sheriff Gordon held an unlit cigarette. Next to him stood a black nurse in her thirties. She was short, female, with fluffy hair and slightly chubby cheeks, and looked almost harmless. But only he knew that she was actually the real culprit of 16 child murders in the downtown area. And this place was also not a regular hospital. It was a place that provided exclusive services for gang members and Gotham City villains...

"It's not bad in my opinion. Memory confusion is a normal phenomenon after waking up from anesthesia."

The slightly plump woman had a fake smile on her face, but her words did not make Gordon feel much better. The old police officer's hand holding the cigarette was shaking uncontrollably, and his anger was almost bursting out of his eyes.

"You'd better think about whether you have offended anyone in the past few days. That bullet was aimed at your daughter's head. It has already exceeded the maximum range. The fact that it landed on your chest is simply God's mercy to you. There are not many people in Gotham who can do such a thing. The crazy bat is one of them, and the rest are definitely no more than three."

Hearing her words, Gordon didn't say anything, but just lit a cigarette for himself in silence.

"I told you a long time ago that in this city, those who usually do good things usually end up in a bad situation."

Seeing that Gordon ignored him, the nurse didn't say anything more. He just curled his lips and walked away from the iron-faced and selfless sheriff.

"Fuck..."

Looking at the light blue smoke rising slowly, Gordon suddenly cursed out loud.

The cold wind howled outside the window, and Gotham under the night sky seemed to be immersed in a bottomless abyss, without a single ray of hope. Industrial exhaust swirls above the city, and on the inky streets, there is no light and no pedestrians.

This is a world buried in a tomb. Sin is resurrected in its coffin, dragging one zombie Gotham citizen after another into its corrupt and stinking dust.

For a moment, he found that he seemed to understand how old Thomas felt back then.

On the same night, different people experienced the same thing...

'Barbara was shot, and he was the one who did it.'

Old Thomas, standing in Wayne Manor, frowned, put down the telegram in his hand, and looked out the window without saying a word. In the distant sky, it seemed that only the stars far outside the solar system could bring sporadic light to this hopeless city.

The evil that occurred at night seemed to have become a thorn in the side of this city.

"Heh... liar."

Throwing aside his expensive suit, Thomas Wayne picked up the gun that he had just serviced. There are many things that only he knows...

Likewise, it was up to him to do it.

"One night, due to an accident, my city lost its last guardian and missed its truly promising future. The young boy told me that this should not have happened..."

Thomas reloaded his gun and his expression gradually became gloomy. He thought the world should be saved, but reality played a big joke on him.

Today has become the only day left...

Gotham's knight is dead, where will this darkness take the city?

"Bite your teeth, you worms."