Time flew by, and 12 years had passed since the 1995 alien incident.
A certain braised egg had gone from an agent to a director. He had lost all his hair, but he still could not find anyone who could help him form the Avengers.
As for the mission of finding mages that he had promised Luo Xing, Nick Fury had been carrying it out until now.
Unfortunately, there were still no clues, as if those mages did not exist at all.
Sokovia, in a small city in Eastern Europe, citizens were holding a protest. The streets were filled with protest groups, but there were not many officials to maintain order.
In the protest team, there were two children in shabby clothes, a boy and a girl, about ten years old. They were also holding signs, but their eyes were looking elsewhere.
When no one was paying attention, the little boy put the sign on the ground and ran into the bakery that he passed by.
" Come, Walter. Lunch is here."
The little boy grabbed a few sandwiches and ran back in a sorry state. He handed the food to his sister.
"You haven't been discovered, have you?"
The little girl took the sandwich and carefully looked into the distance.
"Don't worry, these people will also snatch things when they protest. No one will notice if I mix in with them.”
The little boy wiped the dust off his face and was a little embarrassed." I just took a little too much just now and accidentally fell.”
The siblings left the team after finishing their sandwiches under the cover of the crowd.
In a cold forest outside the city, the siblings sat in front of a cemetery with the remaining two sandwiches.
Three months ago, they were still a happy family. The family of four was enjoying dinner at home.
At this moment, a missile hit their residence, blasting a big hole in the floor.
Their parents fell down, and then the whole building began to collapse.
The elder brother hid under the bed with his sister. At this time, the second missile fell.
However, the missile did not explode. It lay quietly in front of the two siblings, who were already in despair, with the label "Stark" on it.
The siblings were trapped in the ruins for two days and two nights. Every time the rescue team cleared the rubble, it was a death threat that could trigger the dud.
After surviving from the edge of life and death, before the siblings could rejoice, they discovered something that made them even more desperate.
Without their parents, their families had completely lost their source of income.
There was no welfare home in Sokovia, so they could only wait for a family to accept them. Before that, they could only survive on their own.
They either begged or stole.
"Walter, we can't go on like this. We need money.”
Little Petrov said seriously to his sister.
——
"Protest! You are the thugs!"
"Charge!"
Under the intentional guidance of young Petrov, the protesting team rioted and attacked a cash transport vehicle guarded by soldiers.
When the guards saw the protesting crowd, their eyes revealed a fierce glint. They immediately picked up their walkie-talkies and raised their submachine guns after asking questions.
Bang!
With a gunshot, a bloody hole appeared on the forehead of the soldier who had yet to attack and he fell.
Someone in the demonstration team fired!
As the gunshots rang out, the riot became even bigger.
As for young Petrov, he had already taken advantage of the chaos to run out of the riot area with a safe.
"Walter, I did it. Guess how much money is inside?”
Back in the forest, little Petrov excitedly patted the safe in his arms, showing off his results.
"How are you going to open this?"
Little Walter's gaze shifted from his parents 'tombstones to the tightly locked box and raised his doubts.
"Uh…I remember there's an axe left behind by an old carpenter nearby. I'll go look for it.”
Little Petrov smiled awkwardly, turned around, and ran away.
Five minutes later, young Petrov ran back, panting heavily with an axe.
Crack!
Crack!
After using all his strength to hack twice, Little Petrov felt a little strange. It felt empty inside.
"Don't tell me you came back with an empty box?”
Little Petrov hurriedly picked up the box that had been split open and shook it a few times.
Ding!
A golden lamp inlaid with gemstones fell to the ground, causing Petrov's eyes to light up.
"That's great. This must be worth a lot of money. Let's find an opportunity to sell it!”
Little Petrov picked up the golden lamp and looked at his sister excitedly." We can eat as much as we want!”
"And beautiful clothes."
Little Walter looked down at his tattered leather jacket and nodded vigorously.
……
Meanwhile, in the city, the rioting protest team had been suppressed. A bald man wearing a monocle appeared at the scene.
" Investigate the losses and track them."
The bald man coldly ordered.
"Yes, Lord Straker!"
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