Marvel Book of Magical Events

Apart from the decision to "hang all the Latovinian royal family", there is nothing worthy of criticism about the King of Latovinia's policy. The advantage of having a wise dictator is that nothing will be delayed for a moment by a short-sighted fool. Salomon had long seen the political value of Latovinia and ordered public executions without hesitation. From legitimate sons to illegitimate sons, there are no exceptions. Except for those who were too young and were brought up by Salomon (actually sent to the Guards transformation room to participate in transformation) or thrown to the sisterhood, the clean slaughter completely avoided a series of troubles that may be encountered later. For example, ridiculous things like "an illegitimate child of the royal family in exile" were discovered in a certain valley. Latvinia doesn't have the dead-eyed reporters and dumb questions some of its rivals employ, so no one cares what happens after the execution of the Latovinian royal family. "What's going on with you?" Natasha Romanoff stretched out her finger and made a circle, "What's your ability?"

Salomon knew what she meant.

"This is my essence, my soul. I have long accepted this fact but rarely show it. Judging from the current situation, this situation will soon be alleviated, although I don't like it." He said He joked, and then poured Natasha a cup of espresso vodka made from the espresso capsules he took out of the capsule coffee machine, suitable for drinking after a meal. "You'll get better at it if you drink more. Sometimes I find this ability quite annoying."

Natasha took the almost frozen wine but did not continue to ask. If Salomon wanted to say something, he would have told her already.

"Would you like it in the jacuzzi?"

"Of course, there are still a few hours until the meeting starts, so you can take a good rest."

The meeting did not affect the lives of Viennese people. Helmut Zemo drove along Route 14 from Lower Austria to Vienna. After a short break, he continued to drive the car he rented under a false identity. The van crossed the artificial island of Danube from the Brigitte Naur Bridge to the small peninsula southwest of Danube City, and finally stopped in the Brigitte Bay area. During this period, he was not subject to any inspection or obstruction, as if it was just an ordinary day. He knew that unless he drove past Papswiese Danube Park and Danube Park and directly arrived at the Vienna International Center and its surrounding buildings, otherwise he would not be able to do so. Not likely to encounter any security personnel - it was a van carrying office supplies with a United Nations Development and Industrial Organization pass on the window, and the United Nations Development and Industrial Organization building is located next to the Vienna National Center and belongs to the same One-third of the United Nations complex.

As long as there is no extremely detailed search, the vehicle driven by Helmut Zemo can park at the target location without hesitation, but he knows that it is absolutely impossible for him to encounter such a thing. His powerful intelligence and investigation capabilities allow him to The loopholes in the security procedures for this meeting were well known, right down to the price of every pen on the office supply purchase list.

The purchase price of the United Nations is more than twice the price on the market. This shows that the boss of this company has reached an agreement with the purchasing staff in this building in some way, so the security personnel will relax to some extent about the drivers who deliver the goods. Be wary, which is why Helmut Zemo chose to disguise his target. The action plan sent by the organization even suggested that after parking the van at the designated location, he could go to the nearby Uno cafe to have a cup of hot tea. There is a detailed menu in the appendix at the back. Zemo always thought the person who wrote this advice was joking, until he conducted preliminary on-site reconnaissance and discovered that he could really choose this route during the evacuation and still have time to buy a hot drink. And the escape vehicle he was going to use had been driven to the parking space of the Donau City Church by a driver through some unknown means a day ago, and a large parking fee was paid, which was enough to support him. He's done his job.

"That's so thoughtful." Helmut Zemo muttered, putting the mobile phone used for the mission that was showing the remaining parking time into his pocket, and then showed his ID to the gate guard. At this moment, he was not wearing the mask. He was just using makeup through conventional means to avoid detection by surveillance cameras and security personnel. "Huber is sick. I'm here to take his place at work today." He smiled and said to the doorman in fluent German, "There's nothing to complain about. That old drunkard's money belongs to me now."

"Have you...well, don't let others see it." Natasha Romanoff swallowed her words again when she saw the Washington Post reporter pass Salomon took out. She glanced at the unfortunate guy who was kicked out because he couldn't get his pass, and knew that this time the Washington Post wouldn't be able to get the news, but Salomon was very proud of his prank. "Where are you going to stand? Behind or to the side."

Salomon pointed in a direction from which he could see all the dignitaries at the meeting. "The photographer from the Washington Post is there, and I will meet him later." He said, "The Washington Post can always find a good location, so I got close to the reporter and stole his pass. . To be honest, this process is not difficult, it can even be said to be a bit simple.”

"You are not a real reporter." Natasha Romanov first signed the document brought by a nervous staff member, and Salomon also signed the person he pretended to be on another document. journalist's life. "And here are dignitaries from all over the world. This is a very serious occasion."

"This is a bureaucratic ceremony, Natasha. And the photographer doesn't know who the reporter is. He has never met the reporter. I have done my research." Salomon shrugged, acting nonchalantly. Natasha still couldn't understand the way the man in front of her thought. He didn't seem to be worried at all about the consequences of being discovered by others that he was pretending to be a reporter, as if this meeting was some kind of interesting game. "Hey, my dear friend." Salomon suddenly greeted someone, "I hope you won't feel uncomfortable because of the discriminatory eyes of some people here."

"We anticipated this situation when we decided to disguise ourselves. You can guess that when we encounter this situation, we will only find it interesting." Prince T'Challa of Wakanda said with a smile. He shook hands with Salomon, and then looked at Natasha next to Salomon. "Given your performance in Congress last time, it seems you are well suited to the occasion."

"This is all an illusion. I don't like being the center of attention at all." Natasha also shook hands with T'Challa. She had long heard Salomon say that he and the Prince of Wakanda were Oxford classmates. Although he was a bit short compared to Salomon, T'Challa still looked graceful. She didn't realize that unknowingly, Salomon's presence around her had weakened to the point that ordinary people might miss it with a quick glance. She didn't even realize that Salomon's height and appearance were likely to be ignored. The International Center attracted attention, and it wasn't something she could forget with a cup of coffee, vodka and a steaming hot hydromassage tub. However, all she could think about now was to prepare for the topic from the Wakandans - several Wakandans were killed and injured by coincidence in the last mission led by Steve Rogers, and Natasha thought T'Challa would say something. Test whether she will fulfill the agreement, how many members of the Avengers will fulfill the agreement, whether the government will try to monitor the Avengers, etc. Although she didn't like the way T'Challa meant something in his words, she was still ready to accept the rebuke. However, T'Challa didn't touch on that topic, and specifically skipped it.

"I'd be glad to have you here, Miss Romanoff."

"Why? Don't you support ratification of this agreement?"

"I support the agreement. But from a political point of view, I don't really support this. Both people are more efficient than a hundred people here." T'Challa pointed to the people participating in the meeting and said, "This The agreement was delayed for three years and I can imagine what happened. I knew the bureaucratic style when I was studying at Oxford and it doesn't seem to be any better now."

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