Marvel: Spear Bureau Technical Advisor

Helmut Zemo is a restrained and peaceful middle-aged man; he is well-dressed and well-dressed, and he introduces himself calmly, with a polite gesture as if in a social scene of an upper class.

"What should I call you, gentlemen Agents?" Zemo asked with a smile.

Looking forward, he looked at the other party seriously: "You can call me James, this is Agent Carl."

"Karl...agent." Zemo cast a meaningful look at Master Mordo, "Mr. James, who claimed to be an agent of SHIELD, did look like that, but this Mr. Karl, seem……"

"You don't look like an intelligence officer?" Xiang Qiang laughed dumbly, "You are indeed sharp-eyed; Agent Carl has just been transferred from the police department, and he used to be more responsible for armed operations."

"Ex-policeman" Master Karl Modu half-turned around and pretended to continue looking for clues, but secretly rolled his eyes in his heart, allowing Xiangqian and Zemo to intrigue nonsense.

"Oh, I understand." Zemo suddenly seemed to accept Xiangqian's statement; "Are you two here for the last explosion?"

Nodding forward: "Of course. An inexplicable explosion where no explosives were found, we suspect that there is a supernatural phenomenon; this is the job of our SHIELD, do you know our SHIELD?"

"I know. Although S.H.I.E.L.D. is a secret organization, in the eyes of the security departments of various countries, your existence is open."

Xiangqian pretended to be surprised: "But what I didn't expect was that there would be such an outstanding talent as Your Excellency in the security department of Sokovia."

The smile on Zemo's face was slightly restrained, and he said seriously: "Every country will not lack people who try their best to defend the country."

"I don't intend to offend, but in terms of the size of your country, it is really rare for such outstanding talents as your Excellency, which surprises me."

Going forward and chatting with the other party with a haha, in fact, he has already raised [-] points of vigilance against this Mr. Zemo; he smelled a very familiar smell from this person.

Xiangqian has found a similar temperament in many high-level personnel of the Shenspear Bureau he has dealt with: a deep, restrained, and peaceful appearance is a kind of stubborn and firm determination.

They are like a giant dragon guarding the treasure. They look lazy and slack, but they will mercilessly show their deadly fangs and claws to any pretenders.The difference is that what the dragon guards is a shiny, touchable treasure in the original material sense, while what these people guard is another kind of intangible thing that is more worthy of being cherished in most cases.

After talking about idle talk for a long time, Mr. Zemo finally turned to the topic: "I don't know what you have gained from the investigation? Is there anything we can do to help?"

"We got nothing but a photo." Xiangqian looked helpless, "Did Mr. Zemo come here specially to find us? Your actions seem to be very efficient. We have been in this town for less than an hour."

Zemo smiled indifferently: "I didn't come here specially for the two of you; we are always on the lookout for any attack on our land."

Qianqian suddenly realized: "So you have come here a long time ago, and even cleaned this room; it really is..."

"how?"

"It was cleaned pretty clean." Qianqian smiled, "It's just that I don't understand why you missed this photo after you erased all traces of the pair of siblings?"

There was a hint of arrogance in Zemo's smile, like a gift: "You two have come from a long way, so I should leave you some souvenirs, shouldn't I?"

"Then I should thank you for your kindness." Qianqian's smile turned cold instantly.

Zemo's words let Xiangqian know that the pair of siblings have fallen into the hands of Zemo, or in other words, have fallen into the control of the Sokovia security department.

For an ordinary person, the exposure of a photo may mean that his identity is exposed; but for a person under the control of a professional intelligence agency, the photo and appearance are not particularly important information.

Intelligence agencies have plenty of ways to hide a person's true appearance, but information such as fingerprints, DNA, and irises are difficult to change, making it easier to reveal one's identity.

Zemo cleaned up all the traces of the two siblings in this room, but deliberately left a photo for "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Outside attitude speaks for itself.

"Mr. Zemo, due to the duties of SHIELD, I have to remind you that there may be some kind of supernatural phenomenon in that girl." Qianqian skillfully played a hard-working SHIELD agent, "Based on our past Judging by experience, paranormal phenomena often represent a huge potential threat that cannot be controlled."

Facing the forward warning, Zemo looked indifferent and completely unmoved; "The incident happened on the land of Solvia, and the person involved is a legal citizen of Sokovia."

"Land and population can distinguish nationality, but supernatural powers can't; if bad things are meant to happen, they will happen, whether it's in Sokovia or Latvinia or any country."

Zemo is still flat and determined: "As I said, every country, no matter how big or small, has people who try their best to protect her."

Looking straight ahead at the middle-aged man in front of him, he showed a relieved smile after a while; "I understand what you mean. But let me remind you one last time, when necessary, please contact us—you know God Is it a phone number from the Shield Bureau?"

……

A few minutes later, two "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." who were not in the series walked out of the apartment building, turned around and quickly disappeared from Mr. Zemo's sight.

"Are we leaving like this?" Modu asked as he walked.

"Otherwise?" Spreading his hands forward, "We must act like a SHIELD agent. Although SHIELD is powerful, it is still only an international cooperation organization in name, and cannot conflict with government departments of sovereign countries at will. Also, I just discovered that there are far more people in the world who hate S.H.I.E.L.D. than I used to think."

"The S.H.I.E.L.D. that you preached in the past is not like this. I was especially impressed by the one-eyed dragon you mentioned." Master Mordo complained.

"Of course, our current performance does not conform to the acting style of that one-eyed man, because we are only playing ordinary agents, not the director of S.H.I.E.L.D." Said Qiangqian, "Every public power department has its own fixed procedures. Being tough doesn't work."

"Then next, you still have to deal with it according to the fixed procedures of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Of course!"

"What kind of routine?"

"Judging by the nature of this matter..." Xiang Qiang pondered for a while, "It's nothing more than obedience to obedience, secret control, saying one thing and doing another; that's probably it."

"That Mr. Zemo is not one to be fooled at will."

"No matter how difficult it is to fool, they are just ordinary people." With a wave of his hand forward, the two of them were shrouded in the mirror space together; "No matter how powerful the anti-reconnaissance ability is, you can't see another dimension."

Modu looked around, and saw that the mirrored space not only enveloped the entire town in an instant, but also extended almost unlimitedly in all directions, with no boundaries visible at a glance.

Through the dimensional barrier, they saw Zemo's blurry figure emerge from the apartment building and board a nondescript sedan.

The car drove out of the town quickly, and walked forward unhurriedly to keep up.

The difference in spatial dimensions makes the difference in speed insignificant.The two mages seem to be able to keep up with the speeding car with easy steps, but in fact they are manipulating the mirrored space forward to fold continuously, maintaining a synchronous spatial displacement with the car in a way similar to space jumping.

The powerful magical power shown in Qianqian's understatement made Master Modu both envious and jealous; he knew that he probably would not be able to catch up with this little junior in his life.

Sokovia is a landlocked country in Eastern Europe with a small territory; it took Zemo just over an hour to reach the capital Sokovia from the border.

A small city built in a mountain valley, just like other southeastern European countries that have been caught in long-term wars after the Cold War, this city and this country both reveal a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, Zemo's car did not enter the urban area, but turned onto a mountain road; at the end of the mountain road was a mountain castle manor with Khrushchev style and sharp shapes.

The entire manor was heavily guarded, and Zemo's car was checked by three guards in a row before being able to enter.

"It's interesting." Qianqian looked at the manor with great interest, "Either, this Mr. Zemo has a low status in the Sokovia security department; or, the owner of this manor is not the Sokovia government .”

The defense against the material world did not hinder his progress, and he even entered the manor one step earlier than Zemo—although there was still a vague space barrier.

The interior of the manor castle is filled with a modern atmosphere that is completely opposite to the quaint appearance; here is a scientific research base.

At the core of the base, in a monitoring room that can monitor the entire castle, Zemo met a middle-aged man wearing a monocle.

"Good afternoon, Baron Zemo." The middle-aged man greeted Zemo; another unexpected situation, this Mr. Zemo was actually a nobleman with the title of baron.

"Baron Strucker." Zemo's greeting was a little cold; the person opposite him was also a baron.

The middle-aged man known as "Baron Sterak" didn't care about Zemo's attitude, and asked a little eagerly: "I hope you will still bring me good news this time, just like the two people last time. Like a sibling."

Baron Zemo's gaze turned to the wall beside him. Hundreds of surveillance screens were hung on the wall; the picture of one of the screens was divided into two, showing the interior of two single-person residences.

Across the fuzzy space barrier, Xiangqian was also looking at the screen; the occupants in the two small rooms were exactly the siblings he had seen in the photos.

"I don't know whether this news is good or bad." Baron Zemo said, "There are two people who claim to be 'S.H.I.E.L.D.' agents inquiring about news in the town, and I drove them away."

Baron Sterak frowned slightly: "They said they were agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Yes, is there a problem?" Baron Zemo noticed the puzzled expression on the other side.

Baron Sterak was a little uneasy: "When Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. perform tasks, they never reveal their identities; are they really members of S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Who knows?" Baron Zemo said casually. "Maybe they don't think they need to hide their identities in a small country like Sokovia. Or maybe the two newbies have forgotten the code of conduct."

Baron Sterak said rather dissatisfied: "You shouldn't be so careless, Mr. Baron. SHIELD is a group of hyenas and vultures, and any unusual smell will attract them; for our great cause, they are the most dangerous enemy."

"You are talking about your super soldier career?" Baron Zemo said indifferently, "I think you need to understand one thing: the reason why I cooperate with your work is only because I, as a soldier, must follow the orders of the country, and Not that I really agree with you."

Baron Sterak's eyes flickered: "For Sokovia, the elite soldier policy is the most suitable path; both your royal family and your government agree with this kind of thinking. That's why they chose to cooperate with me."

"I also agree with the policy of elite soldiers, but my definition of elite soldiers is different from yours." Baron Zemo said without hesitation, "In my opinion, the power of faith is more important than the power of the body."

"Unfortunately, our opinions on this point are completely different. The lessons of history tell us that in the face of a powerful opponent, what you need is stronger strength. A belief without strength is like ice and snow in the sun. It is always easy dissipated into nothingness."

Baron Zemo sneered: "Ah, yes, the lesson of history, the man who has mastered the power that you can't match - Captain America. But doesn't his success just prove my point? Otherwise, as a super soldier , Why did the Red Skull become the losing party?"

The dialogue between the two barons was transmitted into the mirror space without any omission; Master Mordo was still indifferent, but turned his head forward, and cast his surprised eyes on both sides of the conversation, especially the one who wore a monocle. Amtrak.

Red Skull?Hydra?

"The Red Skull failed only because he wasn't strong enough. If he could defeat Captain America in the final battle, the history of the entire world would be completely rewritten."

Baron Zemo snorted, not wanting to argue with the other party anymore, and turned his gaze back to the pair of siblings on the screen.

"I need to remind you that although they—including other subjects participating in the experiment—are all voluntary, they are all citizens of Sokovia, not cannon fodder for you to play with and consume." Baron Zemo said in a deep voice Said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Baron Sterak's expression remained unchanged: "The experiment is inevitably risky..."

"That's precisely your responsibility—" Baron Zemo said decisively, "do your best to avoid risks! The citizens of Sokovia should not become the consumables of some delusions."

"Your government doesn't seem to think so." Baron Strack smiled.

"But our government is also weak and stupid. There are many people and many ways to make them change their minds."

Strucker said with a sinister smile: "If the people of Sokovia know that the Baron, who is a member of the royal family, despises the democratically elected government so much, what will they think?"

Baron Zemo also responded with a sneer: "If the World Security Council or S.H.I.E.L.D. heard your usual slogans, what would they think? How did you shout that slogan? Let me think about it—hey Well, Hydra! Is that so?"

Baron Strucker's face was extremely gloomy.

In the mirror space, Xiangqian narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a sneer very similar to Baron Zemo.

"This is not a slogan that can be shouted casually!"