[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Zemo entered the elevator in the concert hall and pressed "9331" on the emergency caller again.

The last time he came here, he searched almost half of the laboratory on the third basement floor, but he couldn't find what he wanted.Perhaps the evacuation was too hasty, and Hydra didn't dispose of the delivered items properly like before, which meant that it could be anywhere, in any box, and Zemo hated that.

It was four o'clock in the morning, and his night's hard work was once again in vain. Zemo frowned, suppressed the anxiety in his heart, and closed the box he had just opened.Wires were strewn across the floor, and on the way out he passed a warehouse of guns and weapons that was half empty when Zemo first entered the base.In the end, Zemo habitually looked around again for a final check, and entered the elevator.

Ash's voice suddenly sounded on the intercom: "Is the tour over? Helmut."

"There is no problem in the east, I will go to the sentry box right away." He said into the intercom.

"Stop hiding and smoking, work quickly! Haha!" Ash made a self-righteous joke, because it was not face-to-face, and Zemo didn't even want to twitch his lips.

The search was within his estimates, Zemo thought, and he shouldn't be impatient—he wasn't short on time.

Then he started thinking about other things, like Peter and his classmates inviting him to a barbecue party.It's not difficult to understand, Zemo can guess how shocking the demonstrative behavior he made in school will have on teenagers of this age, that boy named Ned may be eager to see Peter's cool Neighbor brother.But Zemo is not going to communicate with him too much, he has to control his social circle, too many people know him is not good for what he wants to do and what he is about to do.Even Peter would become a part of him that would have to be let go later.

Zemo thought again of Peter's smile, the light in his eyes, the way he opened his arms waving at him in his room.

I must have spent so much time by myself, Zemo thought, that I was so easily drawn to the kindness and warmth radiated by others.Then he smiled to himself and stepped out of the elevator.

Zemo returned home after the shift, closed the curtains and took a nap. Before going to bed, he routinely took two sleeping pills to ensure that he had enough sleep time.He woke up at four o'clock in the afternoon, washed his face with cold water, and went to the attic to start decoding the Hydra file.It was a very boring job, but Zemo knew he had to keep doing it.

He was used to finding out worthwhile tasks from the decoded Hydra files first—like killing someone, destroying a base.But because all the documents are made public, it means that the Avengers and S.H.I.E.L.D. can also see what he sees, and the speed will be even faster.So there was an embarrassing situation when Zemo went through all the files, questioned anyone he could find, and was fully prepared to destroy another nine of the computerized brains other than Zola. When he was the head snake scientist, he learned from the official website of S.H.I.E.L.D. that the Avengers had completed this task.

Zemo just wanted to scold his mother.

Therefore, when he chooses the files to be decoded, he tries his best to avoid those that SHIELD has already decoded or is about to decode, because he knows that his efficiency alone cannot do the Avengers or SHIELD. The danger of meeting the members of the Avengers during the mission is better to leave those things to them.

But Zemo knew that his task would not be taken away this time, because he didn't know that thing was at the base of the concert hall from the computer, it was the nonsense of a Hydra low-level management before his death that let him know After discovering this secret, the investigation continues.Even inside Hydra, the delivery of that stuff was done in secret, not even on the books.

The files on the computer were continuously decoded, and the bright green text popped out coldly and was quickly pushed out of the screen.When Zemo rubbed his forehead with a can of Red Bull at room temperature and left only some bottoms, and finally walked out of the attic without any light, the lights hanging in the stairwell showed that it was 08:30 in the evening.

His head was still aching, and it was hard to think about other things. Maybe he didn't need to use sleeping pills to fall asleep tonight.

With this thought in mind, Zemo opened the bedroom door, and when he was about to draw the curtains and fall asleep after hastily grooming in the bathroom, he found a few more neatly folded white paper strips on the window sill.

He opened the window, took the note from the outside and opened it, only to find that it was Peter's neat handwriting.

"I wanted to give Aunt May's baked cake to Mr. Zemo when I came back today, but after calculating the time, Mr. Zemo was on the night shift yesterday and should be still sleeping now, so I will give it to Zemo when we go to eat barbecue tomorrow." Mister!"

This is the first note.

"Mr. Zemo will definitely not forget tomorrow's appointment!" (The word originally written was a date, but then it was carefully crossed out, and Zemo laughed because of this typo.) "Ned pestered me to talk to him I've said all I can about you, and found out that I don't know a lot about Mr. Zemo—not that I'm trying to get to the bottom of it, I respect the right to privacy—but he I was so helpless when I asked, especially his expression of "Oh my God, you have known him for several months and you don't know what to do with you?" The neighbor is already very good, but he seems to be very dissatisfied that I am not like a gossip old lady-by the way, I have no prejudice against old ladies-asking you, but I don't want to talk to him anymore .Also, I haven't seen Edward much in the past two days. He must be scared by you. Oh, you know? Gwen talked to me, the one I told you is very powerful, Gwen interning at Osborne Industries, she looks so nice! So gentle!—" By this time one side of a sheet of paper had been written, and Zemo turned to the second side.

"But of course I don't have any idea about her. I want to get into the ideal university first, and then talk about my girlfriend. But Aunt Mei and Uncle Ben both care about me talking about my girlfriend. They always hope that I will bring her A girl goes home, but this thing can’t be forced, I also have my own requirements—and! I’m going to visit Osborne Industries! Mr. Zemo, you know Osborne Industries! And Stark Industry is almost on par! I'm so excited!—" His handwriting became a little scribbled now.

"I'm sorry, ah, Aunt Mei came to urge me to sleep, Mr. Zemo goodbye!"

Zemo laughed, as if the headache was gone, he put the note in the drawer of the bedside table, glanced at the closed curtains in Peter's bedroom opposite, and edited a text message on the phone:

You know we can text these words instead of writing two papers down and launching them on my windowsill, right?

The author has something to say: Zemo said that I don’t understand what you young people are thinking