The End of Marvel's Seraph

After Anton Vanko's death, burying his father became Ivan's top priority.

But the father and son who couldn't even rent a better house, where did they get the savings to hold Anton Vanke's funeral?Even the cemetery Ivan may not be able to afford.

He bargained with several cemetery managers many times, but no one was willing to accept the price he gave.

Even if that is already the limit he can come up with.

Ivan wandered aimlessly in the cemetery alone, even if the snowflakes fell on his head, he remained indifferent.

Unknowingly, Ivan walked to a very remote corner. Strangely, there is only one dilapidated tomb covering a large area.

The tombstone is in the shape of a cross and as tall as a big tree.

There are also many patterns and reliefs carved on the tombstone. Even though the years of erosion have made the carvings feel very old, the exquisite carvings can still be seen.

The tombstone is even equipped with a small square square of more than 100 square meters.

Why is there a tomb of this size in this ordinary cemetery?

Thinking that I can't even afford a small cemetery now, but the tomb owner in front of me can own such a large cemetery. Ivan suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

But he didn't want to do anything, he just wanted to go up to the tombstone and see whose tomb it was.

But the moment his hand touched the tombstone, a stream of red light suddenly emerged from the tombstone and penetrated into Ivan's body.

Suddenly, the scene around Ivan turned into a sea of ​​flames in purgatory.

Ivan looked up, and on an extremely tall throne made of rocks, sat a huge figure with dark red flames all over his body.

The figure raised his head, and the flames in his eyes shot towards Ivan.

Ivan was taken aback and backed away again and again, only to find that the scene around him had changed from the fiery purgatory to the cemetery with heavy snow falling.

Ivan looked straight ahead, and at this time, several cracks appeared on the tombstone.

A few seconds later, the tall tombstone collapsed.

The sound of the tombstone collapsing alarmed the administrator of the cemetery. He followed the sound and found Ivan.

Although the administrator does not know who is buried in this tomb, it is obvious from the size of the cemetery and tombstones.

But now, this tombstone was broken by Ivan. If the descendants of the owner of the tomb pursue it, he, as the administrator of the cemetery, will inevitably be responsible, and may even lose his job.

He grabbed Ivan's coat to prevent him from escaping.Ivan desperately explained to the administrator, but the administrator refused to listen and insisted on him being responsible and making compensation.

Of course Ivan refused, and he couldn't come up with the money.

So the two began to reason in the heavy snow.

In a private room of a restaurant not far from here, three people were talking about something.

"So, Mr. Man, is the matter decided like this?"

A man in a leather jacket stood up, walked around the wine table and stretched out his right hand to a man in a black robe on the opposite side.

"It is a pleasure to cooperate with you."

A hand stretched out from the black robe, with a gorgeous ring on each of the five fingers.

"This cooperation between Hydra and the Ten Rings will definitely be of great help to the plans of both of us. This is an excellent win-win situation!"

"So, wish us a happy cooperation! Baron Sterak?"

"Oh~ of course! Happy cooperation! Mandarin!"

Two hands were held together.

After letting go of his hand, the Mandarin just wanted to say something.Suddenly, he felt an evil force appearing nearby, and disappeared only a second later.

The next moment, a ring in his pocket suddenly became hot. You can feel the temperature even through clothes.

The Mandarin reached into his black robe and grasped the hot ring.

"Is there anyone nearby who resonates with the false ring?"

The temperature of the false precepts is getting higher and higher, even becoming a little hot.

"The degree of fit is so high?"

"Mr. Man, what's the matter with you?"

Strack looked at the man in black in front of him, who seemed to be in a daze, and couldn't help asking.

"Oh! I'm fine. Then Baron Sterak, since the cooperation between us has been negotiated, I still have something to do, so I'll go first?"

"Okay, feel free."

"Thank you."

Originally, Strack wanted to send the other party off, but before he could speak, the Mandarin opened the door of the private room and walked out.

Helpless, Strack sat back at the dinner table.

"So, Zemo, are you really thinking about it?"

Strack said to his colleague who had been silent beside him.

"Yes, Strack, I've made up my mind, so don't persuade me!"

"Okay, now that you've decided, I respect your choice."

Strack picked up the red wine on the table and poured Zemo a glass.

"Hey! Now that our think tank has retired, Hydra's power has been reduced by another point!"

Zemo took the glass, "I'm sorry, Straker, but I don't want to live like this anymore."

"I have a family, I love them very much, and I just want to live with them - happy and peaceful! Do you understand? I don't want to disrupt my own life because of an identity passed down from my ancestors, let me and My family is in danger!"

"In short, helping Hydra negotiate and reach cooperation with the Ten Rings Gang this time is my last favor for you! I will retire next."

"I see."

"Sorry, Straker."

"It's okay, we are friends, and I respect your choice."

After a few seconds of silence, Zemo suddenly asked: "Do you really want to continue?"

"Zemo, we all have the right to decide our own lives. Like you, I took over this identity from my ancestors. But my choice is to revive Hydra and restore it to the glory of our ancestors. !”

Straker took a sip of wine and patted his friend on the shoulder.

"Please, Zemo, I respect your choice, and you have to respect mine!"

Zemo said to his friend with some worry: "I don't want to oppose you, I just think... it's a bit dangerous."

"But success comes at a price! This is always the case in this world! There are no exceptions!"

"Okay, so this cooperation with the Ten Rings Gang is your plan?"

"That's right, the magic of the Ten Rings Gang, and the super technology and secular power of our Hydra, the combination of the two will definitely give a qualitative boost to the now decayed Hydra!"

Strack is clearly optimistic about the partnership.

"Okay, Strack, but remember, be more careful about that Mandarin! Let alone strength, his strategy alone is very powerful, not much worse than mine."

"Don't worry, I'm not stupid! How can we open our hearts to each other in this kind of cooperation based on interests? He is not you, he is a friend who grew up with me."

"That's fine, as long as you know that."

Straker raised his eyebrows with a smirk at Zemo, "Don't worry, I have my hands, and more than one!"

"How can you say this directly?" Zemo looked around in panic, "What if someone is listening?"

Strack smiled nonchalantly, and showed Zemo the surface of his watch, which was actually an electronic screen with various data floating on it.

"Your family shouldn't know your identity, right?"

"I don't know, I've been hiding it from them."

"Well, it's better to hide it!"

Straker took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth.

"I remember that your wife is about to give birth, right? It's a pity that I will be very busy next time. I may not be able to see your child when they are born. Maybe even the two of us won't be able to see each other for a longer period of time."

Zemo took out his lighter and lit a cigarette for Strack.

"Don't worry, I will always reserve the position of your child's godfather for you."

"Thank you for your kindness! Excuse me!" Strack exhaled a puff of smoke comfortably.

"Your child, you should hope that he grows up normally? Then don't get in touch with people like me, it's easy to learn bad things."

"I'll keep it for you." Zemo looked at his friend with firm eyes.

Strack smiled helplessly, "All right, whatever you want."

After all, Strack took out a check from his pocket and handed it to Zemo.

"This is?"

Zemo looked at the long string of zeros on the check and looked at his friend in shock.

"You live with your family, so it's possible that you don't spend money? Don't think I don't know. The Zemo family has already become empty shelf. How much savings can you have?"

Zemo was about to refuse, but Struck stopped him with a stern look.

"Even if you want to live a normal life with your family, what if you encounter a serious illness or something that requires a lot of money? It's always good to have a batch of savings at this time!"

Zemo didn't want to accept it, but his friend's words entered his heart.After hesitating for a while, he carefully put the check into his pocket.

"Thank you, Straker."

"We have been friends since childhood. We have been friends for decades. Why are you talking about this?"

"Then, I wish you success!"

"Zemo, I will definitely restore the glory of my family! Take charge of Hydra and rule the world!"

Strack looked at Zemo with determination in his eyes.He put his forehead against Zemo's, put his arms around the back of Zemo's neck, and looked at each other.

"Remember, old friend, if one day you change your mind, I welcome you at any time! My second-in-command position will always be reserved for you. Together, we two brothers can rule the world!"

"Thank you, Straker."

Zemo patted Strucker on the shoulder, and the two hugged each other hard.

Afterwards, Zemo and Strucker left the room one after another.

With their different choices, they will all walk towards the future they choose.