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"Is Captain America alive? The most useless thing in the world is to use a dead man for pointless propaganda. Many things require not only words but also actions. Over the years, have you seen those who promote Captain America do anything? They haven't done anything; they've just been using that to deceive and make money."

The image of Uncle Ben speaking shone brightly in Yang Qiu's eyes. He was a wise man. Uncle Ben must not have received a happy education when he was young. In addition, Yang Qiu became more focused. He knew that Captain America was really not dead.

“Let’s consider this: what would happen if Captain America suddenly came back to life? Who would be his enemy? Think about it carefully, and then tell me one by one,” Ben continued, watching Peter deep in thought.

“First, those capitalists who own the rights to Captain America.” Peter looked up and said, “If Captain America comes to life, they will lose the opportunity to continue making money using the Captain America image. Their capitalist enemies will not allow them to do so, and they may even lose the money they have already earned.”

Uncle Ben nodded, signaling Peter to continue.

“Secondly, there are those who are unhappy with their lives, those who always arbitrarily doubt history, and some of his admirers.” Peter suddenly seemed to have matured a lot. “Just like you said, Uncle, they will blame their misfortunes on Captain America. Those kinds of people love to shift blame. As for those who doubt history, they might say that Captain America deceived them, exploited their worship by faking his death, that everything he did before was fake, or that Captain America committed many evil deeds during his years of disappearance…”

"Not only that, but many ugly things will suddenly have their perpetrators found," Uncle Ben added.

“Thirdly, Mr. President…” Peter took a deep breath, “because I think if Captain America ran for president, I would vote for him…”

“You’re right, there are actually more enemies than these, but you can think about the rest later. Now, the second question is, how do we solve these problems? At this point, let’s assume that Captain America, after coming back to life, still has some say and choices.” Ben continued to guide the discussion.

"Hmm... issue a statement, waive all claims to copyrights and absolutely not run for office?" Peter was still a little confused.

“No, don’t think about giving up anything, but think about what to hold onto,” Yang Qiu interjected. “First, establish a more positive image. Everything has inertia, just like a pillar. It’s not easy to knock it down. If you want to save the pillar, you shouldn’t think about shortening it, but rather add more bricks to it.”

"Secondly, reduce the frequency of activities, increase mystery, and entrust most things to your own channels of communication. Let's assume that the channel of communication is S.H.I.E.L.D., then let S.H.I.E.L.D. speak, and show through your actions that you will not break the existing rules, and at the same time show your attitude that you will play the game within the rules. This is the most self-serving choice for Captain America, who is only slightly stronger than an ordinary person."

Ben nodded in satisfaction. "Yang is right. Remember, don't always make pointless compromises. Don't put a chain around your own neck. Just like when facing a wolf, you can't keep cutting off pieces of flesh to buy time. All you can do is clench your fists and show your strength."

"What are you doing? What are you doing? I'm just washing a few dishes, why are you talking about these things?" Aunt Mei came out of the kitchen with her hands on her hips. She said she was washing dishes, but Yang Qiu noticed that her hands were dry, so it seemed she had been listening in the kitchen for a while.

"Understanding this might be useful for their future." Ben stood up timidly, completely unlike the person who had just been teaching Peter.

"What's the use of it? Tell me."

“Peter is so smart, he’ll definitely be successful in the future. And Yang, needless to say, he knows all those things even without me telling him, he’ll definitely be extraordinary in the future, right?” Ben said, waving to Yang Qiu and Peter. “Go tell your Aunt Mei what’s useful to you, right?”

"Ah~ Peter, let's change the channel and watch some cartoons to relax." Yang Qiu deliberately pulled Peter away.

"Still trying to argue!" Aunt Mei shouted, pinching Ben's ear.

Yang Qiu smiled slightly. What followed was actually another way of showing affection. Speaking of which, Aunt Mei was really lively when Uncle Ben was alive.

Peter, who had been pulled to the sofa by Yang Qiu, sat there blankly, seemingly still thinking about those things.

"What's wrong? Haven't you gotten out of your rut yet?" Yang Qiu whispered in Peter's ear.

Peter nodded and sighed, "Brother Yang, how do you know so much? Do you have any methods? Teach me!"

"Just do a few reading comprehension exercises."

"Reading comprehension?"

"Ah, it's a kind of Chinese language question that trains your ability to think more. Actually, thinking more or not thinking at all is not good, but most of the time, thinking more is better than not thinking."

"Hmm, are there any others?"

"Look more at history; there's nothing new under the sun."

...

After recommending the "53" textbook to Peter, Yang Qiu swayed as she walked out of Uncle Ben's house.

Having received this education beforehand, Peter will likely be less easily fooled in the future. What does this illustrate? It shows that you should speak the whole story; sometimes, speaking only half can be very misleading.

In addition, Yang Qiu's opinion of Nick Fury has changed somewhat. After discussing hypothetical reasoning with Ben, he pondered that if Steve were dug out from under the ice and not only survived but also lived a long and healthy life, eventually joining the Avengers, Nick Fury and Carter must have played a significant role in this.

After all, we should not underestimate the bottom line of capitalists; their bottom line is far beyond what normal people can imagine.

So Nick Fury did do some things. But then again, to be able to get the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. to hand over the position to him when surrounded by Hydra, and to actually squeeze Hydra's living space without knowing the true situation, this guy is definitely something else.

Another thing is that Nick Fury may have many flaws, but at least he's neither a traitor to people nor a traitor to the team.

Chapter Seventeen: The Horror Cruise

More than a month has passed since the last trace of the Supreme Master's gathering was last seen. In this month, Yang Qiu's mood went from worry to unease to confusion, and finally to indifference.

Yang Qiu initially thought that after Dickon was captured by the Sorcerer Supreme, Van Helsing or Parker would be next, but so much time has passed and nothing strange has happened around them.

Van Helsing led Blade through the mountains, teaching him how to use his inner magic and helping him find suitable animal companions. Meanwhile, Pike continued to hunt down the traitors on his list, mostly from Hydra within S.H.I.E.L.D., since they had betrayed both mainstream human society and their own organization, making them easy targets for the list.

To be honest, putting himself in others' shoes, Yang Qiu thought that if he wanted to deal with someone with special abilities, and he couldn't carry out a decapitation strike without finding the exact location of the target, he would start by cutting off the target's wings.

Yang Qiu didn't believe that the Ancient One wouldn't discover the connection between Pike and Van Helsing. After all, Van Helsing was a figure who had directly subdued the entire cultivation world on Earth and a top-tier mage who could withstand the pressure from Asgard single-handedly.

Therefore, without deceiving himself, Yang Qiu could only assume that Gu Yi had no intention of interfering or even communicating with him for the time being, as if she was letting him be. Although he didn't know the reason, that was the reality.

But Yang Qiu also knew that he couldn't put all his hopes on the other party. He had to become stronger himself. The first thing he had to do was find a way to interfere with the Time Stone's effects. As long as he could do that, he could hide even deeper without any problem.

To counteract time, the only thing Yang Qiu can think of right now is to utilize the power of time itself. Therefore, for this script, Yang Qiu decided to minimize the number of items and characters he creates, concentrate the power of the script's evolution, and ultimately achieve his goal of manifesting items in this world that can contend with the Eye of Agamotto to a limited extent.

However, reducing the number of items and characters you create also means a decrease in your ability to interfere with the script. For one thing, the characters included in the script can run away. Therefore, the location of this evolution must be far away, in a place where there is no way to go up to heaven or down to earth, and nowhere to escape.

Fortunately, there was such a place right next to Yang Qiu. There was a cruise ship docked in New York Harbor, which would soon leave the harbor and become an isolated island in the sea, with no way to escape.

Prologue: Setting Sail

As evening fell, the cruise ship slowly departed from the port, and the prelude to Yang Qiu's script began directly. This prelude contained no special information.

The basic plot involves the ship's normal voyage and a banquet organized on board. The real plot will begin some time later. In addition, the main character for this plot, Yang Qiu, has been chosen: Natasha, a senior agent of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Black Widow. Her personal abilities are sufficient to handle this script and can also ensure the smooth progress of the script.

The last resort was to bring in a few blue sac fish from the deep sea. Under Yang Qiu's control, these blue sac fish slowly followed below the cruise ship. Their only purpose was to ensure that Black Widow would not choose to jump ship and escape on her own. After all, she was an enhanced human, and she might really have the idea of ​​surviving alone in the ocean.

At 8 PM, the fifth script, Chapter One, "The Turning Clock," begins, along with a grand banquet on the cruise ship.

“Ms. Scarlett Johansson, welcome aboard my cruise ship. How is the service here?” A man called out to Natasha, using her pseudonym, from the railing of the cruise ship.

"Well, it's alright, but there are all sorts of people here, and they don't even do any screening. It's too chaotic." Natasha's acting skills were superb. This time, she was playing the role of a young lady from a wealthy family. The man in front of her was asking her family for a favor, but it wasn't a good thing.

"Yes, yes, please forgive us for the poor hospitality. If you have any other requests, please feel free to tell us. We will do our best to fulfill them." The man smiled, seemingly implying that he was just saying what he wanted to say.

"I have no requests, and please don't bother me." Natasha said with a hint of arrogance before walking toward the banquet hall with her wine glass in hand.

The banquet went smoothly, and Natasha's investigation went even more smoothly. She saw several hidden spokespeople for weapons companies at the banquet. These people, who thought they were hiding well, had actually been under the watchful eye of S.H.I.E.L.D. for a long time because they had tried to engage in restricted weapons transactions.

However, Natasha isn't here to arrest these people today; she's here to find out who is trying to trade enriched uranium and to identify the buyer.

On the surface, the person who initiated this banquet is likely just a bait, and the real buyer is probably hidden among the guests.

Late at night, at four in the morning, Natasha suddenly woke up with a start. She felt a pang of heart palpitation in her sleep, as if something bad had happened.

After circling the room twice, Natasha decided not to go out, as the corridor outside was under high-definition surveillance.

Given her current status, it's inappropriate for her to be alone in the corridor at this time; doing so would likely alert the enemy.

Around noon, the buffet restaurant opened for lunch. Natasha, with her hands behind her back, pretended to be curious and wandered around the restaurant.

The truly wise hide in plain sight; business meetings and negotiations are sometimes not held in secluded places, but rather in public, where they use carefully crafted language to conduct their conversations.

Ding-dong! The clock struck exactly twelve.

Natasha paused, feeling that same sensation from the early hours of the morning again. The feeling was even clearer now that she was awake, as if something inside her was being pulled out by an invisible force.

No! I have to contact my superiors! There's definitely something wrong with this ship!

Natasha firmly believed in her premonitions; they had saved her more than once in her life.

However, contact is one thing, but the act still needs to be performed. She has many other people she has arranged to meet, and among them is very likely her target from this incident.

At 7 p.m., Natasha finally managed to escape the stares of the crowd. The identity that S.H.I.E.L.D. had given her was far too inconvenient. Even going to the toilet required a maid to follow her around at all times. This was no young lady from a wealthy family; she was practically a disabled person!

Back in her room, Natasha immediately tried to contact Nick Fury, but the call wouldn't go through. It wasn't just that the signal was blocked; everything seemed normal except for the lack of response after she called.

Chapter Eighteen Scarlett and Natasha

After several attempts with no response from Nick Fury, Natasha was about to try another method when a bell rang, signaling 8 PM.

Huff, huff... Natasha's breathing quickened slightly. That feeling was back, three times a day: 4 AM, 12 PM, and 8 PM, each time eight hours apart! Something's wrong! Something's definitely wrong!

After several more unsuccessful attempts to contact anyone, Natasha stuffed two more grenades under her skirt, took a deep breath, straightened her clothes, and walked out the door.

Her accommodation was on the top floor of the cruise ship, in one of the most luxurious rooms. Normally, there was only one waiter on duty in the corridor outside of night, but when Natasha went out, she found that there was no one left. This situation usually only occurred when there was a shortage of staff.

What happened on the ship?

With questions in mind, Natasha walked downstairs, and as she went down, she saw one guest after another dressed in formal attire.

Another banquet tonight?

“Miss Scarlett Johansson, you’ve come down? The banquet has already started. Would you like me to take you there?” Corey came over with a professional smile on his face. This was the person who had invited “Scarlett” onto the cruise ship.

"No need. What's the point of having banquets for two days in a row? Just hurry up and move the ship. You're wasting my time," Natasha said, glancing at the man indifferently.

Corey blinked twice. "You misunderstand. We're not planning a banquet tomorrow, just today. After all, everyone just got on board and needs an environment to socialize, right?"

Just one game?! Just boarded the ship?!

Natasha felt she knew something incredible and wanted to ask more questions, but she was also afraid of saying something wrong due to a lack of information, so she simply said nothing and walked towards the banquet hall.

An hour later, Natasha left the banquet early and headed to her room. She no longer knew what kind of expression she should wear. The entire banquet, the attendees, and even the types and placement of the food were exactly the same as she remembered.

She's wondering now, did she travel back in time, or did she suddenly foresee the future?!

Just as Natasha was thinking, a gust of wind sounded behind her.

With a muscle reaction, Natasha rolled on the ground, and when she turned around, she saw a dark gun barrel.

What shocked her even more was that the person holding the gun was herself, or more precisely, the face was Scarlett Johansson's, but this person was actually dead and could not possibly be on this cruise ship.

At that moment, a flash of inspiration struck Natasha, connecting all the information she had gathered.

“Black Widow? Natasha? Nick Fury sent you?!” Natasha spoke up, observing as she spoke, looking for an opportunity to retaliate.

But she didn't find any opportunities, but Natasha wasn't surprised, since it could very well be another version of herself!

There was no reply from the other party. Natasha knew what she would do in this situation, so she decisively continued to speak, telling everyone about the mess Nick Fury, Coulson, and Hawkeye had made.

"Who exactly are you?!" Scarlett finally spoke. It was impossible for outsiders to know all these things, let alone know them in such detail.

“I am you. After saying all this, can I take off my human skin mask?” Natasha asked.

"Clothes! Take off all your clothes!" Scarlett said.

Natasha cooperated very well, taking off her clothes little by little. She knew how to defend herself against a counterattack when someone was undressing, and naturally, she knew to make it a guarantee that she would not be able to retaliate.

Scarlett was completely shocked. The person in front of her had the exact same build as her, and even the position of his weapon was exactly the same.

"Do you believe me now? I left the special potion to remove the mask in your room, but you had some on you when you first boarded the ship." Natasha, now naked, showed no embarrassment whatsoever; in fact, she seemed even more at ease.