[Comprehensive British and American] Hydra should have been destroyed

"A soldier, have you ever participated in a war?" Hella asked.

"Yes," Zemo said, and he continued, "How do we find Isis?"

"She's far away, heading east," Hela said, "She came here a little later than me, but she has a special evil beast guarding her, and I'm not interested in getting close to her."

"Why are you here?" Zemo asked.

"My closest person betrayed me." Hela said, she sneered, "For his cowardice and timidity."

"Your brother?" Zemo asked, "Same as Isis."

"No," Hela said, "I don't have a younger brother. The one who betrayed me was Odin, my dearest father. He sent his best troops to kill me."

When she mentioned this name, her tone was vicious and dangerous, as if she was chanting the name of a person who was about to die under her hands.

It was at this time that Zemo suddenly remembered why the name Hela was so familiar to him—it was a character in Nordic mythology.

He felt ridiculous.

-

When he put on the mask and arrived in the living room in the morning, Olivia was sitting at the dining table eating a slice of toast with jam. Seeing him coming, Olivia simply said hello, and Zemo greeted him. She nodded and sat down at the table.

"Is there any action on SHIELD?" Zemo asked, but not Olivia in front of him, but Carl who was sitting on the sofa and using the computer.

"Nothing, they have gathered the Avengers on the list, and now they have captured Loki, and the Rubik's Cube is in their hands, but the exact location is unknown," Carl said.

"Loki," Zemo frowned, another Nordic word, which reminded him of whether this alien named Loki would have anything to do with Hela, "Does he have anything to do with Hela?"

"Loki is Hella's father." Olivia said, she ate the bread, her tone was a bit vague, Zemo paused in surprise and picked up the toast, "Are you sure?"

"You can read the mythology book by yourself." Olivia said, among the Winter Soldier, she was the most natural towards Zemo, and she didn't have the procedural awe of the patron like the others.

But Hella's father—according to her, it was Odin, the father of the gods, not Loki.Is there something wrong with the myth of the earth?

This is possible, after all, there may be a lot of rumors in the myths of the earth, after all, the words spoken by the real gods are at least much more reliable than the legends.

"Who put the flowers on the coffee table?" Zemo noticed the flowers next to the sofa, the delicate roses, even looked like fakes.

"Katikov." Olivia said without looking at him, "He is the only freak among us."

"Did he complete his mission?" Zemo asked.

"He and Andre completed the task two hours ago." Karl said on the sofa, "Which roadside bar are you probably hanging out now?"

At this time, someone knocked on the window.

"It looks like someone is back." Olivia said, she looked at the French windows behind Zemo, and then immediately became vigilant, and Zemo could see her hand touching the pistol under the dining table.

"Who?" Zemo asked.

"A woman, mid-30s, black hair, dark smoky makeup, tights, looking weird," Olivia said.

A shudder hit the back of his neck, and Zemo told himself that it couldn't be such a coincidence. He turned his head and saw the tall and glamorous woman showing him a familiar, casual and ironic smile outside the French window.

"Wait here." Zemo said, comforting the two winter soldiers who had already prepared their weapons, walked to the French window and opened the glass.

"Are you disabled?" Hela said impolitely as soon as she opened her mouth, "It takes so long to open the door for me?"

Of course, Hela could of course recognize the person who once fought with him through the mask.

"Why are you here, Hela." Zemo asked, "I thought you should have returned to Asgard by now."

Whether it is to reconcile with his father or conquer that place and kill his father, it obviously has nothing to do with this place on Earth.

"Unfortunately, most of my strength has been consumed when I escaped from the Darkest Realm, and I am slowly recovering now, and I need a safe place." Hela ignored him, walked straight into the house, frowned. Frowning, he glanced at the milk on the table, poured himself some tea from the kettle, frowned again after taking a sip, but swallowed it anyway.

"Where were you before?" Zemo asked. "How did you find this place?"

"You have my mark, remember?" Hela raised her chin at him.

"I don't think I have." Zemo said, but he began to think hard in his mind when did he have the "mark" of the goddess in front of him?There wasn't even any intimate contact between them—

"The time I was injured after fighting the evil beasts guarding Isis," Hela said, "I told you a way to heal God's wounds with the power of the soul, and you used it voluntarily."

"Is that a marker?" Zemo asked.

"Oh, mortal." Hela said, "I thought you knew that using your soul to heal a god was equivalent to having that god's mark and being protected by her? I can find you anywhere you are. I remember Didn't that human—Sturluson, tell you about it?"

"Who is Strulusson?" Zemo had never heard of the name.

"I met a man when I came to the atrium 800 years ago." Hela said, "Smart, but timid, which is rare among mortals."

"It's 800 years later." Zemo said, Hela was sitting on the sofa, and unceremoniously asked Carl to get out of the way. Karl moved away dissatisfied with Zemo's eyes.

"Even so, there are so many places where you can recover your strength quietly. Why do you have to come here?" Zemo frowned.

"I'll tell you the reason, because you have my mark." Hella said, although she was sitting, she crossed her legs, as if she was looking down on Zemo, "because it's very safe here , I have conquered the Nine Realms but have not yet set foot in the Atrium, no one will recognize me—and it should be your honor that I found you."

"Maybe you don't know," Zemo said, "but what we're doing is far from safe."

"What?" Hella asked.

"We're dealing with a group called Hydra—"

Hela interrupted him and asked, "Is there a frost giant in there?"

"...Probably not." Zemo said.

"Asgardian?"

"No."

"Kirita?" Hela showed disdain on her face.

"No."

"So there are only humans inside." Hella said.

"Yes." Zemo suddenly didn't want to talk to this god.

"And you think a group of humans will pose a threat to me?" Hela asked back, raising her eyebrows, looking more like a threat.