Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 134 Guard the home well, wait for my next chapter!

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"I know it's difficult, but I still choose to believe in everyone."

I believe in your hatred of zombies, and I can continue to uphold that hatred and do this without you knowing anything about it.

You need not be surprised or doubtful. I can easily defeat the other universe with just a flick of my finger. Even if there is a particular individual that troubles me, it is not without a solution.

I can do everything by myself, and you can know nothing about it. I can say it's fate.

But now! I still stand by my comradeship with you all, and I stand here to question you.

I don't want to become a dictator in your eyes.

If you cannot make a choice, then I can erase all your current memories.

Bearing all the sins alone, or perhaps you know nothing at all, and consider that universe merely a fleeting firework.

With the calmest tone, Hanlu uttered the coldest words he had ever spoken.

But these cold words directly shattered the so-called heroic beliefs and principles that they are still desperately pleading for.

What is a hero?

To do something knowing it is impossible.

For the country and for the people.

Never compromise.

What Hanlu is doing now is still seeking recognition. He hopes that this group of people can support him because, to some extent, he has begun to form some so-called bonds with them—such as friendship and camaraderie, which is quite cheesy.

Of course! It has absolutely nothing to do with love or justice...

It's such an old-fashioned trope, but somehow it does seem to have some connection...

That's too much of a hassle. He could use a more brutal method: if none of them agree, he could erase that person's memory, or erase everyone's memory, turn back time to the very beginning, and then deal with the other party by himself before explaining these things to them.

Or you could embellish it a bit, using all sorts of lies to hide everything.

Unfortunately, in this world filled with all sorts of amazing artifacts and powerful characters, he would much rather be honest with everyone and talk things out.

He believed in the power of the masses, but at the same time doubted their wisdom.

A person who sacrifices themselves to save others is called a saint, but a person who sacrifices others to show their goodwill is just a hypocrite.

He didn't want to be either of them, but he worried that some heroes might want to be one.

Even if the vast majority of them should be the former, there is no difference between a powerless saint and a hypocrite.

In the oppressive atmosphere of the Cold Dew season, no one looked into his eyes, perhaps because they could guess what he was planning to do.

After all, during this time, although the other party has been talking and chatting nicely with everyone, everyone knows that!

Hanlu may not be the strongest among them, but she is definitely the most incredible one!

Fortunately, Hanlu still maintained the wisdom and mindset of an ordinary person, which was why he tried so hard to suppress himself, but at this moment—

"I agree. Just as Hanlu said. If my comrades open fire on innocent civilians without authorization, I will never cover it up."

—Not to mention they ate humans raw.

John spoke up.

Having served in the military, he was all too familiar with these bloody realities, and at the same time, he dealt with those things that went against his conscience with even greater ruthlessness and decisiveness.

Just like he said, even if it's his best friend who kills someone, as long as he does it outside the law, then he's a criminal!

He should be locked up—not to mention that they were cannibals, and probably ate more than one!

These creatures can no longer be considered human; death is their best destiny!

What's more, he's now facing a group of superheroes he doesn't even know, from another world, and with no moral compass whatsoever.

After John expressed his opinion, the Red Guards family next to him also raised their hands in agreement.

After all, for these Russians, a bunch of zombies they didn't know at all, so what if they died?

Soon, more and more people began to raise their hands, even Zemo, who raised his hand quietly, trying not to disturb others.

After everyone raised their hands, people looked at Saul and John in the corner. The two looked at each other and then raised their hands as well.

"So—Peter Parker, tell me, what's your choice?"

Everyone turned their attention to the inexperienced young man.

The other person is still him five years in the future, and in some ways, he is more mature than in the original movie plot.

But ever since that Doctor Doom appeared, he realized that this maturity might just be something the child had been putting on.

"Mr. Stark, he..."

The young man wanted to say something more, but his trembling body seemed to be under immense pressure because of this choice.

Finally, he lowered his head.

"I agree."

Passed unanimously.

Hanlu finally smiled and let out a soft sigh.

Zemo could clearly sense that the other party's easygoing nature had become even more natural after everyone had agreed.

"Thanks."

The Cold Dew brings peace of mind. This kind of inner peace cannot be achieved through self-deception.

He couldn't stand being the bad guy; he still wanted to speak out and have a proper talk with everyone.

The good news is that most of the people present understood him.

Perhaps it was because of the contributions Hanlu had made in the past that his prestige among the people gradually increased.

Or perhaps it was because of the zombies they had encountered over the years that they naturally developed an aversion to zombies from other universes.

Or perhaps this is simply a mess between two universes, and has absolutely nothing to do with their world—

Fortunately, Hanlu did not reveal the so-called "cosmic collision" crisis; otherwise, if they had known, they might have frantically pressed the destruction button immediately.

Just kidding, like he said, they're all mediocre at best—

Unlike those self-righteous and virtuous saints, this place favors pragmatic mercenaries, agents, assassins, soldiers, and scientists.

"Do you need our help?"

John asked curiously.

After all, in his view, the other party might genuinely care about their opinions and might also need their help if they asked them for it.

But for Cold Dew—

"It's alright, I can handle it, one person is enough. But your positions are also very important. Defend the base well, and make sure it doesn't get stolen, right, Uranus?"

Hanlu turned and stared at the enormous Titan beside her. Its eyes revealed no emotion, only a calm expression.

"That's right."

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