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Chapters 594, 1104, and 1105: The Death of Captain America (Part 2)

"Damn it, you can't treat Captain Rogers like this! He's a hero, not a criminal..."

"Captain Rogers is innocent..."

Upon seeing this, Brock Rumlow, who was in charge of escorting Captain America, glanced at him expressionlessly, a cold glint of triumphant cunning flashing deep in his eyes.

It was under his insistence that Captain America put on this combat suit.

He called it "maintaining his image," but in reality, it was to deepen the public's negative association with Captain America using his superhero status to commit crimes.

Captain America had naturally guessed some of this as well.

Although he couldn't understand what he had done to offend Brock Rumlow that would make the other party target him like this.

But as long as he could clear his name of all guilt, he didn't care much about saving face.

After all... the innocent remain innocent, and the guilty remain guilty.

Captain America believes the law will deliver justice for him and that the public has discerning eyes.

His greater concern was how to persuade the members of the Security Council to agree to suspend the Insight Project.

And how to find the imposter who impersonated him and attacked Nick Fury?
Are there any conspiracies hidden behind these events?
At this moment, the female reporter's somewhat indignant voice rang out clearly from off-screen, "Look, viewers, S.H.I.E.L.D. is just... like displaying cheap merchandise, pushing that man, the man who once saved New York from alien invaders, into the public eye... Have they forgotten what this man did for S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

Upon witnessing this scene, the onlookers became agitated, with some shouting loudly in Captain America's direction.

"Captain, don't give up, we all believe you are innocent..."

“That’s right, Rogers, you are a true hero, you don’t deserve to be treated like this…”

"Look me in the eyes, Captain, and tell me you're innocent!"

A World War II veteran, dressed in an old uniform with a long string of medals around his neck, was overcome with emotion, tears streaming down his face. In a hoarse voice, he cried out, "Captain Rogers, you were a hero! Don't bow down to these damned bureaucrats..."

However, besides praise and support, there was also a torrent of slander and insults at the scene.

"Hypocrite, look what you've done!"

"Traitor, you have betrayed everyone's trust in you."

"Why? Why did you attack Chief Fury? Did he do something to wrong you?"

"You damned traitor, I've always looked up to you as a role model..."

An emotional middle-aged woman pushed her way to the front of the cordon, pointed at Captain America, and roared, "My son used to idolize you, and you actually did this! You damned liar, you have betrayed my son's trust!"

Amidst the cacophony of support and condemnation, Captain America, shoved by special forces soldiers behind him, walked step by step toward the steps of the Supreme Court.

His gaze swept across the crowd, seeing trust as well as hatred... This weighed heavily on his heart, but his steps remained steady.

However, an extreme scene soon unfolded.

Several 'radicals' hidden in the crowd suddenly pulled out rotten eggs and tomatoes that they had prepared beforehand from their pockets and threw them at Captain America as he passed by.

"Traitor, die!"

"You should repent properly for what you did to Chief Fury..."

pop-

puff-

The sticky egg yolk and rotten tomato juice splattered all over Captain America's chest and his blond hair, making him look incredibly disheveled.

Brock Rumlow, who was in charge of escorting the items, and his special forces team members seemed to have anticipated this, and almost the instant the items were thrown, they had already dodged a few steps to the side, perfectly avoiding all the 'dirty bombs'.

It wasn't until Captain America was hit repeatedly and looked disheveled that Brock Rumlow seemed to belatedly realize what was happening, and then, in a show of concern, pointed at the group and told them to stay away.

But anyone could see that his actions were completely insincere.

This scene was successfully captured in its entirety by all the media cameras.

Upon seeing this, the supporters erupted in angry roars.

Captain America simply closed his eyes silently, letting the filth slide down his cheeks, then opened them again, a hint of suppressed anger in his eyes.

However, just as Captain America stepped onto the steps in front of the Supreme Court, a sudden gunshot rang out in the distance.

Boom! ! !
A bullet struck Captain America precisely in the heart, and time seemed to freeze at that moment.

Captain America's body jolted, his expression freezing instantly, a look of disbelief and astonishment on his face.

He stiffly looked down at his chest... there, at the heart of his red and blue combat suit, a bullet hole already stained red with blood was clearly visible, and blood was still gushing out of the wound.

He hadn't even been able to make any defensive or dodge movements. His strong body, enhanced by the serum, seemed to have all its strength and vitality drained away in an instant. He swayed slightly, and then, like a felled giant tree, lost all support and crashed straight down onto the cold, hard ground.

boom!
The heavy impact resonated like a resounding bell, striking the hearts of everyone who witnessed the scene.

Dead silence.

A suffocating silence enveloped the Supreme Court for a full two seconds.

It was as if the whole world had been muted at that moment.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden scene.

Then--

"what!!!!!"

Screams, curses, and cries for help erupted from the crowd like a tsunami, instantly shattering the previous silence.

"My God, Captain Rogers has been shot?!"

"Sniper! There's a sniper... Everyone, run!"

"Help! He's collapsed! Captain America is bleeding so much..."

"Which damned beast did this?!"

"Damn it, get out of my way, let me through, I don't want to die here..."

The scene instantly descended into chaos, the crowd completely out of control. The supporters and opponents, who had been clearly divided just moments before, were now gripped by the fear of death, mingling together in a frenzy of pushing, shoving, and fleeing like headless flies.

Someone was knocked to the ground, letting out a painful scream, and then was trampled over by countless large feet;

Some people cried hysterically and clung tightly to the strangers next to them;

Some people tried to rush toward Captain America, who was lying in a pool of blood, but were quickly swept away by the terrified crowd.
The special forces and police officers maintaining order were also scattered and disorganized. They waved their arms in vain and shouted at the crowd in an attempt to control the situation, but they were directly overwhelmed by the torrent of panic.

The screams of women, the curses of men, the wailing of sirens... all intertwined to create an extremely chaotic scene.

The once solemn and dignified Federal Supreme Court was instantly transformed into a living hell filled with fear and chaos.

Meanwhile, in a high-rise office building directly opposite the Supreme Court in the distance.

A tall, muscular figure, completely wrapped in a dark trench coat, wearing a baseball cap, and carrying a long, narrow musical instrument case on his back, calmly walked down the emergency staircase to the first floor, then blended into the sparse crowd in the lobby and walked out through the revolving glass doors.

He stood on the street, looking like an ordinary passerby, and glanced in the direction of the Supreme Court.

The chaotic commotion and sirens there were clearly his own handiwork.

If anyone could see his face hidden under his hat brim at this moment, they would be scared half to death, because the man's appearance and build were exactly the same as those of Captain America Steve Rogers, who had just been shot.

At that moment, a cruel and evil smile slowly crept onto the corners of his mouth.

Immediately, he lowered the brim of his hat, and his figure, like a ghost, easily and naturally merged into the crowd on the street that was gradually starting to panic and run away due to the commotion in the distance.

After several turns, it disappeared completely into the intricate streets and alleys of Washington, D.C.

Almost immediately after the 'fake Captain America' disappeared, another tall figure suddenly rushed out of the same building.

He was dressed in a black tactical uniform, a metal left arm gleaming coldly in the sunlight, a tactical scarf covering his mouth and nose, and eyes as emotionless as the Siberian permafrost. He was none other than Bucky Barnes, the Winter Soldier, sent by Alexander Pierce to assassinate Captain America.

The Winter Soldier burst out of the building, his sharp, hawk-like eyes rapidly scanning both sides of the street, as if searching for some unknown prey.

Less than a minute ago, his pre-arranged sniping position, which he had been lying in wait in a room in this building, had already been set up to target Captain America in front of the steps of the Supreme Court.

However, just as his index finger was about to pull the trigger, a gunshot, though silenced, rang out from the direction of a room next door—or rather, a very nearby room—before he could hear it.

Almost simultaneously, he clearly saw through the high-powered sniper scope that Captain America's chest burst into a spray of blood, and then he collapsed to the ground.

He immediately realized that someone had shot and killed Captain America before he could.

Without any hesitation, he immediately abandoned his original sniping position. He didn't even have time to pack up his expensive custom-made sniper rifle. Like a cheetah, he rushed out of the room and followed the general direction from which the gunshot came, trying to find the sniper who fired the shot.

After discovering that the place was deserted, he acted with lightning speed, using the fire escape and freight elevator to reach the first floor as quickly as possible.

But he was ultimately too late.

The streets were filled only with panicked crowds and the ever-growing sound of police sirens.

The shooter, like a drop of water merging into the ocean, vanished without a trace.

The Winter Soldier stood still, his metal fists clenched tightly, making a teeth-grinding 'crunch' sound.

For the first time, a fierce rage, a feeling of being manipulated, appeared in his cold eyes.

Mission failed?
No, Alexander Pierce's order was 'Kill Captain America'.

Captain America has indeed been shot and is lying on the ground; he is certain to die!
But the question is, who pulled the trigger for him?
The situation has now completely spiraled out of his control.

He suddenly realized that he was involved in something far more than a simple assassination.

But who exactly did Captain America mess with? Or is someone deliberately targeting Hydra? He can't be sure right now.

Meanwhile, in front of the steps of the Supreme Court.

After Captain America crashed heavily to the ground, Brock Rumlow and the others then pretended to surround his body, feigning a state of heightened vigilance.

"Enemy attack! Protect the target, find cover..."

Brock Rumlow's roar rang out at just the right moment. His special forces soldiers, as if just recovering from their shock, immediately and professionally dispersed, forming a tactical formation around the fallen Captain America, their assault rifles pointing in all directions, adopting a posture of being on high alert.

As Brock Rumlow crouched down to provide cover, he quickly placed two fingers on Captain America's carotid artery for a quick check.

There was no movement.

A dead silence.

A hint of smug relief flashed in Brock Rumlow's eyes, but at that moment, Alexander Pierce's suppressed anger and astonishment came through the miniature communicator in his ear:
"Rumlow, what happened? Who fired the shot at the scene?!"

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"what?!"

Brock Rumlow looked completely bewildered by the question, quickly covering his mouth with his hand to prevent his lip movements from being accidentally captured by reporters in the distance. He lowered his voice and replied somewhat doubtfully:
"Sir? Wasn't it your pre-arranged 'Winter Soldier' ​​who was lying in ambush here to assassinate Captain Rogers?"

There was a brief silence on the other end of the communicator.

A few seconds later, Alexander Pierce's voice rang out again, but his tone was colder than before, even carrying a hint of fury at being fooled:
“That was my original plan, but the Winter Soldier just reported to me that the shot that killed the captain wasn't fired by him… Someone beat us to it and took out Steve Rogers!!”

"Huh?!" Brock Rumlow was even more bewildered, a strange sense of absurdity rising in his mind.

If it wasn't the Winter Soldier who fired the shot, then who was it?
Does Captain Rogers have that many enemies?
So Hydra wasn't the only one who wanted him dead?

But just as he was about to ask what to do next, he caught a glimpse of a group of bailiffs in bulletproof vests, armed with guns, rapidly closing in on the direction of the Winter Soldier, like hounds that had smelled blood.

It turned out that within a very short time after the gunshot, the experienced bailiffs responsible for maintaining order on the periphery had already determined the approximate direction from which the bullet came through preliminary assessment of the trajectory and eyewitness accounts. It was a commercial building more than 100 meters away.

Just as they rushed toward the building, they happened to see a tall man at the entrance. He was wearing a dark combat uniform, and his bare left hand gleamed with a golden sheen. He was constantly looking back and forth on both sides of the street, and he seemed to be acting very suspiciously.

Faced with such a suspicious individual, they naturally had to approach and question him first.

But the Winter Soldier was not about to be questioned. Almost the instant the bailiffs approached, he pulled a pistol from his holster and fired.

bang bang bang-

The sudden gunshot shattered the tranquility of the neighborhood once again.

【Winter Soldier】While using precise shooting to suppress the bailiffs who were trying to approach, he also used his superhuman physical abilities to move like a nimble cheetah, darting through the traffic and cover in the streets, and sprinting toward the designated extraction point.

(End of this chapter)