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Chapter 36 Regaining Honor
At this moment, under Lorraine's setting, the memories of the two congressmen were synchronized.

They went from meeting for the first time to having known each other for a long time.

"It's you!" Scarecrow gritted his teeth, "The Riddler! How dare you say sarcastic things about me here!"

"Why don't I dare?"

Riddler Nygma sat on his own seat, "Scarecrow, I think you are no longer worthy of being a Shadow Councilor. What you did was embarrassing, and in the end you ran away in embarrassment, tsk tsk tsk tsk!"

The scarecrow said angrily: "What qualifications do you have to criticize me? You have not made any contribution to the parliament until now!"

"It will be there soon." The Riddler said calmly, "The Speaker has given me a task, and I will complete it perfectly."

The Scarecrow was stunned for a moment, and a huge sense of crisis came to his mind.

"What mission!?"

"Hehehe! If you know me, you want to share me. If you share me, I will disappear. What am I?"

The Scarecrow tentatively replied: "Secret?"

"Correct!" The Riddler said, "Since it's a secret, how could I tell you?"

"Bastard!"

The Riddler paid no attention to the Scarecrow's incompetent rage. He saluted Lorraine and then left the Parliament.

The Scarecrow covered his heart and said to Lorraine: "Sir Speaker, please give me another chance. I already have an idea. This crime will definitely become art!"

Lorraine said calmly: "Okay, I don't care what your plan is, don't let me down again."

"Absolutely not!"

Scarecrow, as if he was being granted amnesty, quickly bowed and left the Shadow Council to prepare for his so-called art.

He must complete this artistic performance successfully.

Slap the Riddler hard in the face!

……

In Siberia, the cold wind howls.

A dilapidated town, with garbage and dirty water all over the ground, and countless people begging for a living, day after day, year after year.

But today, there's a new guest in town.

It was a strangely dressed guest who attracted the attention of people in the town from the moment he appeared.

Wearing a green suit and top hat, a purple domino mask, and a funny crooked cane, he looks like he ran away from the circus.

This is Edward Nygma, the Riddler, who has just arrived from the Shadow Council.

"Aha, this is it!" The Riddler came to an old building. This building was drafty on all sides and could only be covered with newspapers.

The Riddler knocked on the door.

"Dong dong dong, is anyone home?"

There was a sound in the room, heavy steps getting closer and closer, and the footsteps stopped at the door.

"Who the hell knocks on the door?"

A rude voice asked, as if he was chasing someone away.

The Riddler held on to the brim of his hat and said, "If I come, you don't have me, and if I leave, you don't lose me. Who am I?"

"The answer is guests."

The person inside just answered, then was stunned for a moment, and then yelled, "What did you do to me? Why did I answer such a boring thing!?"

"Oh, how rude!"

The Riddler picked up his cane and touched it on the door, and the door lock automatically opened. The Riddler pushed the door open and entered, completely ignoring the extremely angry owner next to him.

"Get out of my house!"

The man, disheveled and unshaven, pounced directly on the Riddler, as if he wanted to push him to the ground and beat him up.

"Quiet!"

The Riddler put his index finger to his lips and spoke softly.

As the words fell, countless green illusory hands filled with question marks suddenly stretched out from the wall, grabbing the man tightly so that he could no longer move.There was even a hand covering his mouth, preventing him from speaking.

The Riddler walked inside and saw the scene in the room.

There was only one light in the room, which looked extremely dim, and a white parrot fluttered in the cage.

The old TV is playing the news of Tony Stark's return to the United States on a loop.

An old man was lying on the bed. When he saw the Riddler come in, he tried to get up but failed.

"Ho—" the old man gasped violently, "Who are you? From the United States?"

The Riddler didn't answer, and said to himself: "I can sneak up on you, or be right in front of you, and you don't even know. But when I show myself, you will never be the same again. What am I?"

The old man thought for a moment, and the answer came to his lips: "Betrayal?"

Then he woke up as if from a dream, frowned and said, "What do you know?"

"I know so much."

The Riddler looked around. Although this building was messy, there was a well-equipped mechanical studio. There were countless posters on the walls of the studio, and the owner of the posters was only one person-Tony Stark.

"If an uninformed person reads it, they will just think that you are Tony Stark fans."

The Riddler shook his head and said, "Only I know that all the honors above should belong to your son, am I right? Howard Stark's former partner, Anton Vanke?"

The old man Anton Vanke coughed violently, and he felt extremely unsafe when his identity was exposed.

After a long time, he asked hoarsely: "Who are you and what are you doing here?"

"I just came here to do something."

The Riddler's fingertips slid across Stark's face on the poster, "Let your son take back everything that belongs to him!"

"Cough cough cough!" The old man's cough became more violent, but his expression was not as cold as before.

In other words, the Riddler's words gave him a faint hope.

"Why are you doing this?"

The Riddler turned to look at Anton Vanko with a smile on his face.

"you guess?"

……

Late at night, SHIELD headquarters building.

In the dark corridor, a thin figure emerged from the shadows.

It's the scarecrow.

He kept muttering in his mouth: "Damn Nygma, damn Riddler, I must be a big one, let you know that the level of seats does not equal the level of ability!"

The Shadow Chancellor's questioning and the appearance of the Riddler made Scarecrow feel like he was about to be abandoned.

He must show his worth in order to stay in the Shadow Council!

Such as causing fear that can sweep the entire city!

This is real art!

He took steps, ready to start his own action.

But at this moment, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

"No! There is someone hiding here, and he is coming!"

The Scarecrow quickly hid in the shadows again, and then he saw a figure.

Looking at the figure, he looked like a long-haired man, tall and strong, with a vague metallic light shining on his left arm.

He took silent steps, accurately dodged every SHIELD camera, and slowly made his way to the top.

"This is……"

Scarecrow frowned, this doesn't look like a normal SHIELD employee!

Did you meet a colleague today?

(End of this chapter)