Chapter 1657

Arlington National Cemetery, a solemn occasion to commemorate the fallen martyrs. Servicemen who have sacrificed for the United States in the past wars are eligible to be stationed here and enjoy the honor of martyrs.

Of course, James Rhodes, War Machine Rhodey in Superhero, also deserves this qualification.

As a Superhero who fought for the freedom and destiny of all mankind, although his death was not glorious, even with a hint of conspiracy theory, no matter what, his destiny after death is still enough ideal.

He was awarded the title of highest level martyr and was able to safely erect the own tombstone in the Arlington National Cemetery. Although it was said that because of his death under the nuclear bomb, his body was completely reduced to ashes and could not be placed here. But just as a memorial existence, a cloak mound is actually enough.

At the very least, this is enough for his family and friends who came here to visit him on this day of his anniversary. Because they can't ask for more.

As a former friend, I am also my best friend. Of course, Stark will inevitably attend such an occasion on this day. It was only unexpected that he didn't enter the national cemetery, but sat in the car secretly, for fear that others would see him.

It is hard to imagine that Tony Stark, who always pays attention to pomp and likes to show off, will have such a low-key day. However, he does have reasons to keep this low profile.

For this reason, he must stay here now. For this reason, he stayed like this for several hours. In these few hours, he didn't do anything at all, just sat in the car and poured alcohol into his mouth bit by bit.

With the consumption of alcohol, his expression began to become trance, his eyes became confused, and in his conspicuous drunkenness, he could no longer see the shrewdness and strength of the past. . It was as if he had completely become an alcoholic.

However, just looking at his eyes knew that he was not at all drunk. Because his eyes are still clear, his eyes are firm.

He didn't babble and act like a really drunk alcoholic. He just sat like that, using alcohol to numb his own nerves. Although the effect is not ideal, it is still better than nothing in the end. In such a long wait and anesthesia, a knock on the window finally rang in his ears and brought him the news he wanted.

"Your Excellency, they are gone."

Hearing the bodyguard of own say so, Stark immediately let out a long sigh, and then slapped own on the cheek hard. .

This allowed him to recover from his drunken state, at least on the surface, he returned to his normally shrewd and capable appearance. This made the bodyguard who had been staring at him quickly lowered his head to show respect for him. But he waved his hand casually, and confirmed to him again.

"Are you sure they have left? Did you watch them walk out from here?"

"Yes, sir. I'm pretty sure. I watched with my own eyes They got in the car and left with her relatives. They won't come back again, I can promise!" The solemnly vowed of the bodyguard made Stark completely relieved. Being able to avoid meeting with them at this time is definitely the most important thing for him. As for why? Obviously, this was entirely because he simply didn't have the face to face them, the widow and children of his best friends.

He has attributed Rhodey's death to owner, because for him, all causes and results are determined by his ideas. If he hadn't given the Mark II to Rhodey, Rhodey would not have become a Superhero at all. If it wasn't for him to become the president and need someone to trust to work for oneself, Rhodey would simply not represent oneself and become a member of the Avengers. And if it wasn't for eager revenge and for Steve to pay the price, then Rhodey would simply not go to India, nor would he die in that ghost place.

Everything was his fault, it was his mistake that caused Rhodey's Death. It was his mistake that caused the poor wife to lose her husband and the lovely child to lose her father. Under such circumstances, how could he have the face to face them, how could he have the courage to say sorry to them.

He doesn't have the courage, so he can only choose to escape, avoid their eyes, avoid the possibility of facing them face to face. Then, alone, toward the tombstone of the friend of oneself, he said that I was sorry.

This is his only idea at the moment, and it is also something he must do when he takes a day out of his busy schedule. Now, the security personnel have cleared the scene and made a safe and quiet space for him. And he took advantage of this moment to sort out his mood, holding a bunch of white chrysanthemums, and walking slowly to the newly erected tombstone.

The newly erected tombstone not at all is like the other tombstones, and the cross is engraved on the tombstone. In fact, with the ups and downs of faith, few people are willing to replace own death with the cross. They will choose cleaner tombstones that are more symbolic of own things. Not a symbol of ruined religion. This point, in the past, has been repeated many times. It's like Christianity replaced the Romans, replaced the Nordic people, replaced the Celtic tradition. Now, it's also its turn to enter the tomb of history.

Of course, this has nothing to do with Rhodey. Even if Christianity is still strong, his tombstone will not have a cross. The cross cannot replace him. For those who erected a monument for him, there is only one identity that can replace him. That is Superhero-War Machine.

Rhodey's tombstone was carved into a lifelike bust of War Machine, standing here cold and solemn as he did before his death.

These people who were saved by Rhodey in the past years, these soldiers who barely survived the Indian battlefield because of Rhodey's desperate fight. They chose to use this way to thank Rhodey for his dedication, to make up for the guilt in oneself. And this also made that when Stark stood here, standing in front of this tombstone, he almost had a feeling that Rhodey stood in front of oneself, and condemned the feeling of own with his cold eyes.

This made him somewhat ashamed and unable to show one's face, and even said that he didn't even dare to turn his own eyes on it. However, after all, he also knew that this was just a statue of a man, a dead object. So after a long silence, he still mustered up his courage. He began to talk to the statue who would not speak to him.

"Sorry, old friend, I chose to come and see you at this time."

"I didn't expect things to be like this. If I can guess, I must not I’ll let you do something like this. I’m sorry, Rhodey. I’m the one who killed you, and I’m the one who caused you to die in that kind of ghost place. It was I who caused Jenny to lose her husband, and Sylphy to lose his father. I'm sorry, I I'm really sorry!"

This is not what a president should say. If he is the president, he should praise his bravery and praise his sacrifice. And feel sorry for his sacrifice, and call on more people to learn from him. Words like this that completely attribute the miss to oneself will not only appear to be weak and incompetent, but will also prove that his decision is fundamentally wrong.

This is the worst thing. You know, none of the past presidents of the United States is willing to admit that such a thing is wrong. Even if they suffered heavy casualties in the Middle East, hundreds of millions of USD have been wiped out. They still gritted their teeth and insisted that all this is for the benefit of America and all this is for the happiness of all mankind.

Do they really think so? The answer is of course no. Only fools would believe such things.

But one thing is true. That is, they will never admit that this is a mistake. Whether it is from the perspective of personal interests or from the perspective of national interests, they will stick to the view of own. And Stark is the same. If he speaks as president in a public place, he will also be confident and claim that all of this is correct and just.

But this is not a public place, this is a private place. His identity is a friend, a friend who made mistakes. So he said these words are reasonable, not at all, there is something wrong. Only now, no matter what he said, it was already too late.

Rhodey is dead, and only a cold statue can hear these words. Therefore, even if he admits his mistake, he admits his own crime. He also couldn't get any response at all, a little bit of forgiveness.

He himself also knows this. So after staring at the tombstone of the friend in front of him for a long time, he bends down deeply and prepares to worship the white chrysanthemum in his hand in front of him.

This is his last compliment and the only thing he can do to oneself friend at present. He knew it was not enough, but he had no more options. Therefore, he can only use this way to talk about comfort.

Comfort he himself, so that his conscience will not be so uncomfortable and painful. Apart from this, he is not at all more choices.

However, he thought so. But some other people don't think so. Because at this time, a blue flame had already surfaced on his white chrysanthemum, and soon it burned to ashes.

Such features are enough to prove that uninvited guests have arrived. In fact, it is true.

A muffled voice came from behind the gravestones at this time, and a sword-like resolute and decisive voice resounded in Stark's ears.

"You are not qualified to do this, President! You are not qualified to call him a friend!"