[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"She is indeed a very beautiful girl," Zemo nodded, put down the plastic cup of lemon tea, and continued, "but I have long since lost interest in these things."

"Have you got a girlfriend yet?" Ned asked.

"That can only be said—it used to be." Zemo said, the corners of his mouth curled up, as if recalling something sweet.

"And then?" Ned asked.

"Later I went to join the army. She broke up with me when I was in the army, and she was married to someone else when I came back." Zemo took a breath of the cold air in the restaurant, "It's like a TV series."

"Generally speaking, TV dramas are better. It will describe that the girl who came back from the army later found that the other party was still her true love, and then they got entangled and finally got together again." Ned said sincerely, he just accompanied him a few days ago The grandma at home watched such a Chinese TV series, which made him feel like a thunderbolt but couldn't stop.

"So this is reality," Zemo said. He drank the last sip of lemon tea and asked, "Ned, where is your house? I'll take you back on the way."

-

Birds of a feather flock together.Peter's friends also look similar to Peter, simple, kind, and full of passion, although Ned is a little more lazy than Peter, which is nothing.

After sending Ned home, Peter suddenly asked Zemo, "Did Mr. Zemo have a girlfriend after that?"

"No, I don't have that kind of thought." Zemo said, he glanced at the street lamp outside the window, the street lamp was broken, and the light it emitted turned into a blood-red dark yellow.

"Why?" Peter asked, "I mean, there should be a lot of girls who like you, you are so nice and handsome."

Zemo said: "Maybe it's because I don't really like anyone. I prefer to live alone." He smiled to himself, "Maybe I should be a bachelor."

"Mr. Zemo may just have not met someone he likes." Peter said, "If you like someone, you will want to be with her every day."

"Aunt May told you?" Zemo asked with a smile.

"Yes, but I think what Aunt May said is correct." Peter nodded affirmatively. At this time, Zemo stopped the car and said to Peter, "Here we are, get out of the car."

"Yes." Peter agreed, he just got out of the car, before Zemo had time to start the car, Peter turned around and leaned on the car window and said: "Mr. Zemo, if you need my help in the future, you can call me anytime. I'm happy to help you in any way."

The boy's expression looked serious, he looked at Zemo, made his promise, and Zemo found that light in Peter's eyes again.

"Me too." Zemo smiled, he stretched out his hand, and gently stroked Peter's hair through the car door.

At that moment, Peter felt his breath stop for a moment.

"Goodbye." Zemo said, and Peter straightened up, waving too fast, "See you tomorrow, Mr. Zemo!"

Zemo returned home, and what greeted him was still darkness and silence. He turned on the light, and the sudden light made his eyes narrow slightly, and his mind recalled that Peter was lying by the car window looking at him earnestly just now. In the scene, he put his hand on Peter's forehead, Peter found the phone number written on the bottom of the cup, he had a faint premonition, but he was not sure whether his guess was true.

He didn't want that to be a correct guess.

The next night, he found it in the corner of the storage room on the fourth floor.

He opened the metal box, and the cold air hit his face. His surroundings were very cold, but because of the huge temperature difference, a white mist still appeared. Zemo saw the frozen body in the metal box through the mist.The man looked to be in his mid-twenties, just the right age for training, his eyes closed, his eyelashes stained with translucent frost, maybe he was about to wake up, but Zemo didn't wait for this moment.He picked up the pistol, loaded the pistol, loaded it, pointed the muzzle at the man's forehead, and achieved the goal he had been working hard for half a year within 20 seconds.

He killed Petrov, the only Winter Soldier smuggled out after the Zephyr Project was frozen.Now he needed to find a way to know the exact location of the remaining four Winter Soldier.It is too difficult to track down James Barnes' plan, so he can't implement it. He has already found out the participants and executors of the West Wind plan, but he has not found the specific location of the base where the plan is executed. He is still decoding the files.Give himself another month, he thought, if he still can't find out the location of the base through the Internet after one month, he must find the people who have participated in the plan one by one.

This base no longer meant much to him, and at the same time, he could give up this job, including all his relationship with it, but he had to choose a reasonable way to leave.

Peter still keeps in touch with him by text message, but because Zemo is busy looking for information, he has no further contact.Zemo's computer was never turned off again, and he searched day and night for clues in the Hydra files - still nothing.

When he was sleeping at night, he habitually glanced at the window sill and took the note in.

"Mr. Zemo! I'm going to visit Osborne tomorrow!  …"

Zemo glanced at the beginning and threw the note into the drawer of the bedside table, which was already full of small notes.He opened the bottle of sleeping pills on the bedside, poured three pills, and swallowed them with water with vicious force.

He stared at the ceiling of the room, feeling the excruciating sleepiness quickly overwhelm him, and he finally fell asleep.

Zemo approves of the fact that people's minds become confused when they are under extreme stress, because he has experienced it.For example, tonight, after he fell asleep, his mind was still chaotically active, and the people who died in front of him appeared in a chaotic order.The fondest scene in his memory was invaded by blood.

When Maria smiled at him under the green banyan tree, he saw the Hydra agent who was hanged upside down and drowned by him hanging on the branch behind Maria, his face was swollen and blood was flowing from the corner of his mouth. Runs into the eyes.

He knew he was dreaming, he felt the sound of tears and blood falling on the soil, the tip of his nose was filled with the smell of damp and salty soil, and then he fell into the boundless swamp.

-

"Students from Midtown High School, please gather here!"

In the Osborne Building, Gwen is summoning the students from Central City High School who came to visit.

"I'm Gwen Stacy, I'm an intern here, and everyone should know it, because I'm the one who records the names of the visiting students. But it's not me who will show you around and explain it today, but Dr. Stanley—"

A tall man with glasses greeted everyone.

"I'm glad everyone today..."

Ned touched the shoulder of Peter, who had been flipping through his phone, only paying a fraction of his attention to Dr. Stanley.

"What are you doing?" Ned whispered, "Dr. Stanley is talking about precautions."

"What?" Peter raised his head and suddenly realized, "Ah, it's nothing, I'm checking to see if I missed the reply letter from Mr. Zemo."

"Looking through the reply?" Ned was shocked. "This is what a little girl in love would do! Peter!"

"Don't get me wrong." Peter frowned, "It's just that Mr. Zemo hasn't been quite right recently. He used to reply every time I sent a text message, but recently he only reads my text messages and sends oh, um, some type of."

"Maybe he's just busy with work?" Ned speculated.

"What's so busy about his work? And he always goes to bed late recently, and I can't wait for the lights in his bedroom to come on."

Ned's face became a little strange: "Uh," he said, "you know you're a bit perverted."

"Why? I'm just worried about him." Peter said.

"Generally speaking, the average person wouldn't wait until midnight for a friend's bedroom lights to come on," Ned said. "Maybe he was really just doing something else, looking for a better way out. Security is no one to anyone." A dream job, right?"

Peter was silent for a while, and he finally put down his phone and took out the camera from his bag: "Well, you're right, maybe I shouldn't disturb him. Let's go."

Ned gave a reassuring smile that "children can be taught".

When Peter took the first photo, he suddenly let out a cry.

"What's the matter?" Ned, who was looking around, immediately turned around and asked.

"It's nothing," Peter rubbed his hand, "it seems to have been bitten by some bug."

He took a deep breath, not knowing why he felt sickly hot rising slowly in his body.