[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

As soon as the curtains were drawn, the phone rang. Zemo picked up the phone from the bedside table and found that it was Peter's reply.From the speed of the reply, it can be seen that he didn't sleep obediently, which is obviously a common problem among teenagers.

"Ah, I didn't expect that!

But I think this is more sincere, doesn't Mr. Zemo think?

If this causes trouble, I will definitely change it to text messages in the future! "

At the end of the text message, there was a crying face. Zemo could almost imagine the nervous expression on Peter's face. He bent his mouth and replied: "It's okay, it's fun to send notes, but it's hard to accept now Here comes the paper letter."

Immediately replied again: "Yes, yes, I think so too! Paper letters are more sincere! I watched on TV that the current society is too hasty and people are unwilling to settle down. I also think this is a problem. People should be careful Writing a letter is a good way to calm down and communicate. So I want to write a letter to Mr. Zemo and launch it. Mr. Zemo, do you know? I tried several strengths and angles before launching the note to your windowsill. I didn’t get bounced off, so I went down to pick up the discarded notes, and of course I couldn’t find some of them, so I couldn’t help it.”

Zemo glanced at the long list of replies, and just glanced at them. There was nothing particularly meaningful, but it made him feel a little cute.

Unconsciously relaxed, he replied: Okay, so good night?

After a few seconds the phone lights up - good night!Peter replied.

Zemo turned off his phone, sat on the bed, and took a deep breath.

Silence filled the room, and after a moment Zemo heard his own breathing.He took out a small bottle of sleeping pills from the drawer of the bedside table, poured two pills out of it, hesitated for a moment, and put another white pill back.He swallowed the pill directly and lay down on the bed.

The next morning, when the alarm clock woke him up, Zemo found that he had slept well the night before, even better than when he took two sleeping pills.

Maybe he should get in touch with Peter more in the future and keep a happy mood, Zemo thought, which would also help him sleep.

The degree of boredom at work made Zemo's computer skills better and better-he took advantage of his free time to learn computer technology by himself, and his progress was faster than he thought. If it wasn't for him not being interested in computer technology, it might be even faster.

He is now using a decoding technique developed by a group of Hydra internal scientists, which he uses to decipher Hydra encrypted messages and break through the firewalls of certain websites.But he had to consider all aspects, that thing was stored in a USB flash drive, which could be easily lost or stolen.Due to Hydra's anti-tracking, Zemo didn't dare to back up easily, and when the decoding technology couldn't help, he had to help himself.

At six in the afternoon, before Zemo had even left work, Peter texted:

Mr. Zemo, we're here.

The appointment time was 06:30, because Zemo estimated that it would take him 15 minutes to drive to the barbecue restaurant after get off work, so he could arrive a few minutes earlier.But he is obviously not as strong as the students' sense of time. He thought he would arrive a little earlier than them, but he didn't expect them to come earlier, so he returned:

OK, I'll be right there.

Peter replied immediately:

Don't worry, Mr. Zemo!Here's the hors d'oeuvres, we can wait a while.

Peter was always thinking of others, Zemo thought naturally.He got into the car, thinking about where to start looking at the Hydra base tomorrow night to be more efficient than yesterday.The sooner he finds that thing, the better for him.

Thinking about it this way, the barbecue shop had already appeared in front of him. When Zemo parked his car and entered the shop, Peter and another fat boy were discussing something with a plate of cornflakes each.

Zemo had just entered the store and saw them, the fat boy glanced at him, and after a second of stupefaction, the fat boy poked Peter and said something—Peter jumped up immediately.

"Mr. Zemo!" he waved to Zemo.

"Hey!" Ned held out his hand, "I'm Ned, Peter's friend."

"Helmut, hello," Zemo held his hand, "I often hear Peter mention you, you are his best friend."

"Not anymore," Ned sighed. "My position is at stake."

"Oh? I don't know this yet, Peter has a new friend?" Zemo knew what Ned meant, but he chose to question.

Peter kicked Ned under the table, and then said with a smile, "Ned thinks I've talked too much about Mr. Tizemo recently, and I'm a little jealous."

"Damn, I'm jealous of you because I'm out of my mind." Ned covered his chest with a disgusted expression on his face.

Zemo laughed. Peter and Ned reminded him of his boyhood in middle school, chasing and fighting with his peers, disgusting each other, hooking shoulders together, innocent and full of passion.Those days no longer belonged to him long ago, and even the memories are just a small piece, which is hardly brought up.

"Mr. Zemo—can I call you Helmut? It's awkward to be called Mr. Zemo," Ned said nervously.

"Of course, you can call me Helmut." Zemo said.Peter gave Ned a dissatisfied look - I can only call him Mr. Zemo!You actually called out your Christian name as soon as you came up!

"Great, Helmut, you were a soldier in Sokovia before? Are you a special soldier? I saw you look so handsome the day before yesterday!" Ned said excitedly.

"No," Zemo shook his head, "Maybe it's a bit disappointing, but I'm just an ordinary soldier, but I learned Sanda and boxing when I was a child, and the Sokovia army also has free combat training. My Skills are not bad for ordinary people, but they are very clumsy compared to special forces."

"That's enough to put that scumbag Francher on the ground. You don't know, he saw Peter running with his tail between his legs these days."

All three laughed, and after a while, the grilled tenderloin, grilled chicken legs, and fried bacon were on the table. When Zemo was pouring Coke into the cup, Ned and Peter began to have a conversation about the piece of meat with the most sauce. During a battle without gunpowder, a blond girl passed by their table and backed away.

"Hey, Peter." Gwen Stacy greeted Peter in surprise, "Are you eating here too?"

"Ah?" Peter immediately took back the knife and fork, the weapon used to fight Ned, and sat upright, saying, "Yes! Are you here with your friends?" He glanced at the brown-haired girl behind Gwen. The girl's skin Snow white, wearing a small black skirt, showing a youthful and beautiful figure, she showed a gentle and charming smile to the three of them.

"Yes, this is my friend Mary Dubach." Gwen moved away from her figure and introduced to Mary: "This is Peter Parker, my classmate."

Then, she looked at Zemo and Ned: "These two are..."

"Ned!" Ned howled quickly, then nervously said nothing.Zemo smiled and said, "It's a pleasure to meet you two. I'm Helmut Zemo."

Gwen and her friends ate on the other side of the restaurant, and Zemo chatted with Peter and Ned.But during the process, Zemo could always feel that Mary was looking at him. He smiled back politely and sincerely hoped that Mary just liked him because of his skin, not because he felt familiar-the latter often represented trouble.

Although Zemo doesn't believe in God, God still blesses him. When Gwen and her friend left, the waiter told the three men at the table that the two ladies bought them a cup of lemon tea each. When the lemon tea was finished, Peter Suddenly found something.

"Mr. Zemo! There seems to be writing under your cup." Peter looked at the bottom of his cup and confirmed.Zemo raised the glass, looked at the bottom of the glass, and found that it was a string of numbers, followed by three small words written on it.

wait for you

Peter blinked.

"Whoa," Peter said, eyes widening. He knew it wasn't Gwen's phone number. "That's really... It's like it was written to you by that girl. She's so bold."

"Yes," Ned nodded in agreement, looked at Zemo enviously, and said, "You're lucky, Helmut, that girl is too hot."

"So... are you going to call?" Peter asked hesitantly, and the atmosphere at the dinner table became a little awkward. "I mean, she is really hot."

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