Marvel: God of Spear Technical Advisor

Helmut Zemo is a restrained, peaceful middle-aged man; he is neatly and elegantly dressed, and he introduces himself calmly and politely as if he is in a high-society social gathering.

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

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

"Carl...agent." Zemo cast a meaningful look at Master Mordo, "The two self-proclaimed agents of S.H.I.E.L.D., Mr. James does look like that, but this Mr. Carl,

seem……"

"You don't look like an intelligence officer?" Xiang Qian laughed dumbly, "You do have sharp eyesight; Agent Carl has just been transferred from the police department, and he used to be more responsible for force operations."

"Former policeman" Master Karl Mordo half-turned around and pretended to continue looking for clues, but secretly rolled his eyes and allowed Qianqian and Zemo to engage in intrigues and nonsense.

"Oh, I understand." Zemo suddenly understood and seemed to accept Xiang Xiang's explanation; "Are you two here because of the last explosion?"

He nodded forward: "Of course. An inexplicable explosion without explosives was found, and we suspected that there was a supernatural phenomenon involved; this is the duty of our SHIELD. You know our SHIELD, right?"

"I know. Although SHIELD is a confidential agency, in the eyes of the security agencies of various countries, your existence is public."

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

The smile on Zemo's face faded slightly and he said seriously: "Every country will not lack people who want to protect the country."

"I don't mean to offend, but considering the size of your country, outstanding and cutting-edge talents like you are indeed rare, which can't help but surprise me."

As he walked forward and chatted with the other party, he was actually very wary of Mr. Zemo; he smelled a very familiar smell from this man.

Xiang Xiang has found similar temperaments in many of the senior staff of the Divine Spear Bureau that he has dealt with: deep, restrained, and peaceful under the surface is a kind of stubbornness and firm determination.

They are like a giant dragon guarding treasure. They look lazy and slack, but they will show off their deadly fangs and claws mercilessly at any coveterer. The difference is that what the dragon guards is shiny,

It is a treasure that can be touched in the original material sense, but what these people guard is another kind of thing that is intangible in most cases, but is more worthy of being cherished.

After chatting for a long time, Mr. Zemo finally turned to the topic: "I wonder what you two have gained from your investigation? Is there anything we can do to help?"

"Except for a photo, we found nothing." Qiang Qian seemed helpless, "Did Mr. Zemo come specifically to see us? Your actions seem to be very efficient. It has been less than an hour since we arrived in this town."

Zemo smiled calmly: "I'm not here specifically for you two; we have always been alert to any attacks that occur on our soil."

Xiang Xiang suddenly realized: "So you guys have been here a long time ago, and you also cleaned this room; it's really..."

"how?"

"The cleaning was quite clean." Xiang Qian smiled half-heartedly, "It's just that I can't understand. You erased all traces of that pair of siblings, why did you miss this photo?"

There was a hint of pride in Zemo's smile, like a gift: "You two have come from afar, so I should leave you some souvenirs, right?"

"Then I should thank you for your kindness." Qian Qian's smile suddenly turned cold.

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

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

Intelligence agencies have many 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 traces of the two siblings in this room, but deliberately left a photo for the "Agents of SHIELD" to take back for reporting. It seemed that he had left a little room, but in fact, the picture inside was repulsive.

The attitude outside speaks for itself.

"Mr. Zemo, out of SHIELD's responsibilities, I have to remind you that there may be some kind of supernatural phenomenon in that girl." Qiang Xiang skillfully played the role of a conscientious SHIELD agent, "Based on our past experiences.

Judging from experience, supernatural phenomena often represent huge potential threats that are uncontrollable."

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

"Land and population distinguish nationalities, but supernatural forces do not; if bad things are destined to happen, they will happen, whether in Sokovia or Latvinia or in any country."

Zemo remained calm and determined: "As I said, every country, no matter how big or small, has people who strive to protect it."

Looking straight ahead at the middle-aged man in front of him, he showed a relieved smile after a moment; "I understand what you mean. But let me remind you one last time. When necessary, please be sure to contact us - you know God

Shield’s phone number?”

…

A few minutes later, the two "Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D." who were no longer on staff 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?" He spread his hands forward, "We must behave like a SHIELD agent. Although SHIELD is powerful, it is still an international cooperation agency in name only, and cannot conflict with government departments of sovereign countries at will.

And, I just discovered that there are a lot more people in the world who hate S.H.I.E.L.D. than I thought."

"The SHIELD style of conduct you preached in the past is not like this. I was particularly impressed by a certain one-eyed dragon you mentioned." Master Mordo complained.

"Of course, our current performance is not in line with the one-eyed man's behavior, because we are just ordinary agents, not the director of S.H.I.E.L.D." said Xiang Xiang, "Every public power department has its fixed procedures, blindly

Being tough won't work."

"So next, you still have to follow SHIELD's fixed procedures?"

"certainly!"

"What kind of routine?"

"Based on the nature of this matter..." Qiang Xiang pondered for a moment, "It's nothing more than being obedient and secretly controlling, saying one thing and doing another; that's probably it."

"That Mr. Zemo doesn't look like someone who can be fooled casually."

"No matter how easy it is to fool, they are just ordinary people." He waved forward and enveloped the two of them in the mirror space; "No matter how powerful the anti-reconnaissance capability is, they can't see another dimension."

Mordu looked around and saw that the mirror 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 vague figure coming out of the apartment building and boarding an inconspicuous car.

The car quickly drove out of the town and walked forward leisurely 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 mirror space forward to continuously fold, in a way similar to space jumping.

The car maintains synchronous spatial displacement.

The powerful magic strength shown in Xiang Qian's understatement made Master Modu both envious and jealous; he knew that he would probably never be able to catch up with this junior brother in his life.

Sokovia is a landlocked country in Eastern Europe with a small territory; it only took Zemo more than an hour to get from the border to the capital city of Sokovia.

A small city built in a mountain valley, just like other Southeast European countries that fell into long-term wars after the Cold War, both the city and the country exude a desolate and dilapidated atmosphere.

To his surprise, Zemo's car did not enter the city, but turned onto a mountain road; at the end of the mountain road was a mountain castle manor with sharp edges in the style of a Khrushchev building.

The entire manor was heavily guarded, and Zemo's car had to undergo interrogation by three sentries before he could enter.

"It's interesting." Qiang Xiang looked at the manor with interest, "Either Mr. Zemo's status in the Sokovia security department is not high; or the owner of this manor is not the Sokovia government.

.”

The vigilance against the material world did not hinder his progress. He even entered the manor one step earlier than Zemo - although there was still a vague space barrier between them.

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

At the core of the base, in a control room that could 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 is actually a nobleman, with the title of baron.

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

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

Like siblings."

Baron Zemo's eyes turned to the wall aside. There were hundreds of surveillance screens of various sizes hanging on the wall. The picture on one of the screens was split into two, showing the interior scenes of two single-person residences respectively.

Across the blurry space barrier, he was also looking at the screen; the residents in the two small rooms were the siblings he had seen in the photos.

"I don't know if this news is good or bad." Baron Zemo said, "Two people who claimed to be agents of SHIELD were inquiring about information in the town, but I drove them away."

Baron Strucker frowned: "They said they were SHIELD agents?"

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

Baron Strucker was a little uneasy: "SHIELD agents never reveal their identities when performing tasks; are they really SHIELD people?"

"Who knows?" Baron Zemo said casually, "Maybe they feel that there is no need to hide their identities in a small country like Sokovia. Or maybe the two newbies have forgotten the code of conduct."

Baron Strucker said with dissatisfaction: "You shouldn't take it so lightly, Mr. Baron. SHIELD is like a group of hyenas and vultures. Any abnormal smell will attract them; for our great cause, they are the most important

Dangerous enemy."

"Are you talking about your super soldier business?" Baron Zemo responded indifferently, "I think you need to understand one thing: the reason why I cooperate with your work is only because as a soldier, I must follow the orders of the country, and

It’s not that I really agree with you.”

Baron Strucker's eyes flickered: "For Sokovia, the elite military policy is the most suitable path; both your royal family and your government fully recognize this idea. This is 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 pretense, "In my opinion, the power of faith is more important than the strength of the body."

"Unfortunately, we have completely different opinions on this point. Historical lessons tell us that in the face of powerful opponents, you need stronger power. Beliefs without strength are like ice and snow under the sun, always easy to

The earth dissipates into nothingness.”

Baron Zemo sneered: "Ah, yes, there are historical lessons from the past. The man who has mastered the power that you cannot 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 conversation between the two barons was transmitted into the mirror space without missing a beat; Master Modo could still remain calm, but turned his head forward and turned his surprised gaze to both parties in the conversation, especially the man with the monocular eye.

Trak.

Red Skull? Hydra?

"The reason why Red Skull failed is simply because his power is not strong enough. If he can defeat Captain America in the final battle, the history of the entire world will be completely rewritten."

Baron Zemo sneered, not wanting to have any more useless arguments with the other party, and turned his attention back to the pair of siblings on the screen.

"I need to remind you that although they - including other subjects who participated in the experiment - all joined voluntarily, they are all citizens of Sokovia and are not cannon fodder for you to play with and consume." Baron Zemo said solemnly.

Said, "Do you understand what I mean?"

Baron Strucker's expression remained unchanged: "Experiments inevitably have some risks..."

"That is precisely your responsibility -" Baron Zemo said decisively, "do your best to avoid risks! The citizens of Sokovia should not become consumables for some delusions."

"Your government doesn't seem to think so." Baron Strucker chuckled.

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

Strack smiled sinisterly and said: "If the people of Sokovia know that His Excellency the Baron, a member of the royal family, has such contempt for the democratically elected government, I wonder what they will think?"

Baron Zemo responded with the same sneer: "If the World Security Council or SHIELD heard the slogan you usually shout, I wonder what they would think? How did you shout that slogan? Let me think about it - Hi

Er, Hydra! Is that so?"

Baron Strucker's face was extremely gloomy.

In the mirror space, he narrowed his eyes slightly forward, revealing a sneer that was very similar to Baron Zemo.

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