[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

After Zemo came home at night, he just tried to dig out the items on the attacker last night. When he went upstairs, he looked out of the bedroom door and saw that the window of Peter's room was still lit.He stopped for a while, took out his mobile phone from his bag, and sent a message to Peter.

"Are you ok?"

Peter's reply message was sent immediately.

"Thank you Mr. Zemo, I'm fine."

Zemo took another look at the windows of Peter's room, where the lights were now off.He started up the stairs again.

The newspaper headline that Zemo saw on the desk in the security room at work the next day caught his attention immediately.

"Spider-monster appears on the streets of New York at night! He is a hero!"

The picture is accompanied by a red-like figure in the night, and he is gliding between buildings.

"Spider-Man solves two street robberies and one burglary in one night..."

"There are more and more weirdos in New York." Ash sat on the chair, and the chair let out a scream. He pursed his lips and said, "Why is it so difficult to live a peaceful life for two days?"

As if Spider-Man was getting in his way.Zemo thought, thinking that he was not emotionally charged.

Zemo sat on another chair, turned on his laptop and started his daily computer skills training.

Today's security work is as usual and nothing new. Several founders of the concert hall came here to have a look, and one of them was unexpectedly young. Zemo guessed that he was the son of a certain founder.

In the evening, he went to the bar where the attacker had been.

The bar is located in the immigrant district of New York, because the people who gather here are immigrants from various small and underdeveloped countries, with limited financial capacity, the conditions of the bar are very poor, and the air is filled with fishy and dirty smells and the smell of poor-quality alcohol.Zemo changed into a wrinkled shirt and jeans and walked in.

Zemo held the man's photo in his hand, and he pushed his way through the crowd to the bar of the bar, ordered a whiskey and half a dozen ice cubes, called the bartender, and showed him the photo, speaking with a northern Spanish accent — "Have you seen this man?"

The bartender's expression changed, and Zemo quickly realized this and became alert. "No," the bartender shook his head immediately, "We have never had such a person here."

"This man," Zemo said, narrowing his eyes, "got into big trouble, you know? He got into our boss, and our boss is not a good-natured guy for anyone who tries to cover him."

The bartender's face seemed to be pale, but Zemo couldn't see clearly under the illumination of various colored lights. "Hey bro," the bartender said in a low voice, "this is the immigrant area, get it? No one is easy to mess with, I've never met this guy, but if you leave your phone number, maybe I can find one or two People who have seen him."

"There are still photos?" Zemo said.

"Oh, of course!" The bar swallowed, "There are also photos."

"Okay," Zemo got up, put the whiskey and ice cubes without moving, and wrote a series of phone numbers on the receipt, "Contact me if you have anything, this is the photo of that person, remember, we Boss has a bounty for anyone who helps him." Zemo placed a copy of the photo on the table.

He turned and left, lit a cigarette at the door of the bar, and a woman with heavy makeup touched his waist, Zemo ignored it.He walked around to the back alley of the bar, which is usually the exit for the bar staff, and the bartender should also lock the door and leave from here.

The sparks in the darkness were either bright or dark, Zemo seemed to hear the sticky voice in the alley but didn't seem to have it, his nose was filled with a dirty smell.Suddenly, his nerves tense with the sound of deliberately slowed footsteps.

He flicked the cigarette butt, pressed the spark on the wall next to him, and the next moment he leaned against the wall, and the swing of the person behind him with the golf club was missed.Because of his unstable figure, Zemo easily turned around to restrain him, but the next second his hand stretched out to his waist, such an obvious action made Zemo grab his hand and immediately hand over his The gun fell to the ground beside it.Zemo grabbed his neck and leaned closer to his face: "What do you want to do?"

"What are you talking about?" the man gritted his teeth and asked, "I just want to grab some money..."

"You don't look like you're robbing money." Zemo looked at the man's neat clothes and exquisite watch indifferently, and the knife in his hand approached his neck.

"What the hell are you guys trying to do?" Zemo paused, "Well, maybe it's not appropriate to ask that, and you're not the core figure—what's in the base under the concert hall?"

"I don't know..." the man said with difficulty, Zemo pressed down a little expressionlessly, the blood oozed out, the man trembled all over, Zemo picked up the knife, and drew a circle in front of him , allowing him to see the blood on it more clearly.

"I really don't know," the man said, his breathing unsteady, "I only heard them say that there is something in it, just adding a small drop can turn people into demons, and I don't Know what's going on..."

"Add a drop? Where? Is that a liquid?" Zemo pressed.

The man just shook his head: "I don't know, I'm just running errands, and I just came to see Skaino today..."

Skyno was that man.

"You don't have to look for him," Zemo said. "Unfortunately, he committed suicide. You're from Sokovia, right?"

The man's breathing became heavy.

"No, I am not……"

"But not post-Sokovia immigrants, no hate in your eyes and words, you..."

"Aha! What did I see!" A young, lively voice came from behind, Zemo subconsciously grabbed the person in his hand and then turned around, something—Zemo saw it, but he couldn't believe it It was spider silk—it stuck to his hand, and he was pulled to the wall on the other side of the alley by a huge, not human-like force.

Hold!Zemo scolded in his heart.

"In the dark, someone pointed a knife at someone's neck in broad daylight... Aww!" With a gunshot, the troublemaker jumped to the wall on the other side with a cry, and he was attached to the wall .

Sure enough, it's not human.

Seeing that his gun missed, the man who was bound by Zemo immediately fled into the darkness. Zemo pulled out the pistol from the inside of his clothes, and the moment he was about to fire, the pistol was snatched away by a burst of force.

"Are you fucking retarded?" Zemo yelled back at the Spider-Man attached to the wall.