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Chapter 167 The Night of Heroes' Demise

Before Logan could answer Spider-Man and Red Hood's questions...

The first to respond was the bartender, who was huddled inside the bar.

The bartender stood up, glanced at Logan, then turned to the two of them and asked, "Are you superheroes?"

"Why do you ask that?" the two asked, puzzled.

The bartender said, "If you're superheroes, I'm really happy to have you here, but if you're just wearing their clothes, I think... you'd better leave."

Ironically, before this, he had desperately hoped for the appearance of a hero.

But when a suspected hero appeared, he actually hoped the two of them would stay far apart... at least so they wouldn't die so quickly.

Red Hood asked, "What else would happen?"

"otherwise..

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The bartender suddenly stopped speaking, not because something unexpected had prevented him from speaking.

Instead, someone secretly reached into the bar to steal drinks.

The bartender grabbed the white cloth from his shoulder and yanked it into that hand!

"I'm still here!"

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Logan rubbed the back of his hand unhappily and sat back down.

He wanted to leave, but these two strangers completely surrounded him, showing no intention of letting him go.

Strictly speaking, he knew Spider-Man, but the Spider-Man he knew was long dead.

So it's perfectly fine if you say you don't know this Spider-Man.

"The one in charge of this area is Bullseye. He enjoys torturing any surviving superheroes, or anyone who dares to call themselves a superhero. If he finds out you're here, you're dead!"

The bartender explained why they were better off leaving, and then pointed at Logan.

"I heard what you were saying. Trust me, ignore this guy."

"Why?" This time it was Spider-Man's turn to ask.

"Because he's a dead man now!" the bartender said, exasperated.

After saying that, he used the white cloth strip to flick Logan's hand, which was eager to try again.

Why are you always thinking about stealing alcohol?!

He's not dead yet!

Logan sighed, his gaze falling on the two men, and said, "Listen, kids, I have absolutely no interest in your bullshit contracts."

"Of course, if you want me to join you, I only have one condition: the alcohol must be plentiful."

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Red Hood turned his head and glanced at the bartender.

"Give this dead man a drink."

He was somewhat familiar with the current mental state of Oz's third contract partner.

The reason he has lost all his energy and spirit must be because something happened that led him to become like this.

As for the dead?

Red Hood believes he has a lot to say on this matter.

boom!

The bartender reluctantly served Logan a drink.

Hop foam floats on the surface, and one by one the bubbles disappear.

Logan stared at the glass of wine for a moment, then looked up and said, "I want the Boston one."

"Bonito!!!"

Logan ignored him, as if he hadn't heard the bartender's swearing.

He picked up the glass of wine, just as he was about to take a big gulp.

But someone held his hand down.

He was being held down by the red hood.

Spider-Man then said, "The condition for drinking is that you have to explain what happened to you, and we'll help you."

Logan asked, "Can't I drink if I don't tell you?"

Spider-Man nodded: "Yes."

"All right."

Logan grimaced, his stubble-covered face contorting as if he were stretching his facial muscles, preparing to reveal some long-forgotten secret.

After a moment, he solemnly said, "Listen carefully, I will only say this once."

Look at Logan's serious expression.

For a moment, the group held their breath and became much quieter, waiting for his story.

Logan took a deep breath and said, "It was a dark and stormy night when I woke up in bed."

Before he could finish speaking, someone interrupted him.

"Good heavens, you've woken up in bed... Are you sure you want to start your story from here?!"

The red-hooded man and the bartender said this almost at the same time.

After they finished, they looked at each other and shook hands in a tacit gesture.

Spider-Man quickly pulled the two men's hands apart, puzzled, "Let him continue! Why interrupt him!"

Logan chimed in, "Yeah, why interrupt me? I need to finish my sentence before you'll believe me and agree to let me drink this."

Red Hood tilted her head and looked at him, sneering, "Do you think you even need to tell me you woke up in bed?"

"What else?" Logan said matter-of-factly. "The day begins with waking up in bed."

"Who doesn't start their day by waking up in bed?! You fucking bastard!"

Red Hood pulled out a crowbar from somewhere, ready to whack the dead man twice.

But the next second, Spider-Man grabbed the hand holding the crowbar.

"Calm down, buddy!!!"

Logan pretended to raise his hands in a gesture of fear, but actually let out a roar, lunged at the glass, and gulped down a large mouthful of wine.

He drank the glass full of wine clean in just a few breaths.

After finishing his drink, Logan's gaze fell on them again.

then.

"belch"

Red Hood could feel the hand on his arm clenching tighter.

"Trust me, just hit him twice."

"What the hell!"

Spider-Man eventually let go, not because he wanted Red Hood to hit Logan twice with his stick, but because he knew Red Hood didn't actually intend to do so.

Spider-Man crossed his arms and looked at Logan, gesturing for him to continue.

Logan nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

So he continued, "I woke up in bed... Wait, can I have another drink? I can't talk without a drink."

"You fucking bastard!!!"

Spider-Man stopped the irritable Red Hood again, while turning to look at the bartender.

"Give him a few more drinks!"

"Why should I pay? Don't you think my drinks are free?" the bartender refused.

"But—" Spider-Man wanted to say more.

"Don't even think about it, Parker. This idiot is just messing with us. If I didn't know he was Oz's third contract partner, I would have shot him dead!" Red Hood interrupted.

Logan then let out another burp.

It sounds like they're being mocked.

That look is just too irritating.

To deal with such an annoying guy, you need to let someone even more annoying deal with him, but unfortunately, the most annoying crow is still asleep at the moment.

In other words, right now, nobody can handle Logan!

The bartender gripped the white cloth, glanced disdainfully at Logan's restless hand, and simply turned around to take out a bottle of strong liquor from behind his back.

"Here, drink it. You're not even worthy of being called dog shit, you X-Men!"

After saying that, the bartender looked at Spider-Man and Red Hood in front of him and said, "What happened to this guy is not important. What's important is what has happened to this world."

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"You're not going to start your story from the moment you wake up in bed, are you?" Red Hood asked abruptly.

"How is that possible!"

The bartender sighed and began to tell them about the night a hero had fallen ten years ago.

Ten years ago.

Flames shot into the sky, illuminating the darkness.

Amidst the ruins, a blue and red figure was pinned down by a massive boulder, unable to move.

He is Captain America, Steve Rogers.

The leader of the Avengers, a champion of justice, and also a superhero.

However, at this moment, Captain America, with tears in his eyes, gazed vaguely at the night sky, his lips trembling, uttering barely audible sounds.

"What are they muttering about? My captain, are they praying to the gods?"

Red Skull stepped over the rubble and debris to get near Captain America.

He was relaxed, as if he had just finished dinner and was about to take a walk to relax.

Red Skull looked down at his former number one opponent, now a cripple and a prisoner.

"Tsk tsk tsk, why am I so happy to see you like this?"

Red Skull looked around, taking in the chaotic scene.

He said, "It seems we joined forces much too late. Why didn't anyone think of this all these years?"

"If we had known you were so easily defeated, we should have cooperated sooner."

Captain America's lips were still trembling, and his weak voice was inaudible even to Red Skull, who had been enhanced by the super serum and had all his senses amplified.

"Imagine it, Steve."

The red skull's pupils gleamed with an eerie light. "The villains who deserve to die will take over this world. We will devour the world you protect, bit by bit."

"But you... will never see this scene again."

"We can't hear their cries for help, we can't hear their prayers in the dead of night, we can't hear the good news that the villains are being sent to prison."

"The only thing you can hear is the constant death of heroes."

At this point, Red Skull slowly lowered his body and reached out to stroke Captain America's head, as if he were playing with a puppy, his movements gentle.

"They will never see hope again, because the heroes who represented hope are dead."

"They will never see miracles again, because God has fallen."

"They will never see the light again, for darkness has descended."

Red Skull moved a few more inches closer, catching the unpleasant, bloody smell emanating from Captain America.

"Tell me, Steve, how does it feel right now?"

"To be able to stand up, pick up a shield, and say, 'Can I fight you all day?'"

Captain America:

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Red Skull lowered his body again, bracing himself with his hands on the wreckage, his ears pressed tightly against the other person.

"What are you trying to say, Captain?"

"I...

""

"Say it!"

I believe...

""

"Say it!!!"

I believe that good will prevail over evil.

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Upon hearing this, Red Skull went berserk, roaring with laughter: "Even at this point, do you still naively believe we'll fail again?! Hahahaha, Steve!"

"I've always wanted to see that expression on your face, that jealous look on your face!"

"Hahahahahahahahahaha!"

After the laughter subsided, Red Skull resumed his previous posture of strategic control.

He patted non-existent dust off his clothes and said, "Just being with you for a short while makes me feel like I'm covered in a lot of disgusting righteousness. It's nauseating."

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It was as if his words had exhausted all of Captain America's strength. He could do nothing but let two lines of sorrowful tears stream down his face.

Then in the next second.

My vision went completely dark.

Because Red Skull stepped on his head with his boots and twisted it hard.

Goodnight, Captain.

His former enemy was trampled underfoot like a wild dog, and his serum-modified body unleashed tremendous power.

boom!

Captain America's head was completely crushed by Red Skull.

Blood was flowing freely.

"I have a question. How do you know how Captain America died?" Spider-Man asked, raising his hand.

"Because I have the video," the bartender said.

Then he pulled out a tablet from under the bar and played a video for them. The video content was almost exactly the same as what he had just said.

Red Hood resisted the urge to slap him with his crowbar and said, "Next time, you can just play the video directly; there's no need for words."

The bartender responded with an "oh".

Spider-Man asked again, "Where did you get these videos?"

The bartender sighed, "Because this was released by the current president, Red Skull. He's forcing everyone alive to watch this video, or else they'll die."

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Spider-Man remained silent.

He never imagined the world would be this bad.

Why force people to watch this gruesome video?

It was to spread despair, so that none of the survivors would dare to have hope again.

Spider-Man can confirm that this footage is a huge blow to the heroes who are trying to fight back.

Red Hood then asked, "Are there other people's images?"

The bartender nodded: "Yes, we do."

His gaze fell on Spider-Man. "Like yours, for example."

The bartender then brought up the video of Spider-Man's death.

In the video, a red and blue figure is surrounded by dozens of other figures: a rhinoceros as big as a mountain, a green lizard covered in scales, a man crackling with electricity, and a green-skinned demon riding a flying skateboard...

Spider-Man's figure appeared as small as an ant in front of this group of vicious criminals.

His limbs were torn off while he was still alive.

The mask was then removed, revealing a slightly older face.

Looking at that face, Peter couldn't help but remove the mask woven from nanotechnology.

It wasn't entirely similar to himself, and in some ways even quite different, but at first glance, it was a very standard Peter Parker face.

Upon seeing Peter's youthful face, the bartender exclaimed, "You look even younger than I imagined!"

Red Hood patted Peter on the shoulder and advised, "Put your mask back on; we need to keep our identities secret."

Peter remained silent and did as instructed.

The bartender then played several more videos of different heroes before their deaths.

These were all issued by the criminal organization controlled by Red Skull.

Its purpose is to crush the spirit of those who dare to resist evil, so that they will never dare to muster the slightest courage again.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find any footage of your death."

The bartender held a tablet and swiped through it, trying to find a picture of the man next to Spider-Man dying.

Red Hood raised his hand to stop him. "No need to look anymore. I know perfectly well whether I've ever died or not."

"Really?" The bartender didn't quite understand what he meant.

Spider-Man seemed to remember something, and turned his head to look at Logan, who remained silent and continued drinking.

Then he asked, "What about the X-Men you mentioned before? We've seen the deaths of the Avengers, but what about the X-Men?"

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The bartender put down his tablet and shrugged.

"In fact, I was unaware of this, and the Red Skull President did not release any related footage."

"The only thing we know is that the X-Men all died overnight. Nobody knows how they died, there aren't even any videos of it."

The bartender's gaze fell on Logan.

"Perhaps some people know, after all, there is still an X-Men alive, but to me it's no different from him being dead."

"You agree, right?"

"Wolverine".