[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

After checking the time displayed on the phone, Zemo walked towards the guard room.

When he returned, Peter had gone to school, which made Zemo relieved."Mr. Zemo!" displayed on the phone also seemed less intrusive.

"Good morning, Peter," Zemo replied.

"There is a basketball game at school today! Happy!" Peter replied, with a photo of their school's basketball court.

Zemo thought about it for a long time, and entered with a smiley face, and didn't reply much.

"FBI."

That afternoon, Zemo showed his credentials to bank administrators inside the Lehman Building.

"I have something to ask you."

After the bank administrator confirmed Zemo's ID, he began to answer Zemo's questions. The person who opened the bank account was named Elizabeth Holtz, an American woman.Zemo successfully retrieved her social security number, and he can continue to track it down by himself.The security system level of this bank is too high, even Zemo's technology developed by Hydra cannot be easily cracked.If he got a social security number, it would be easier to track down...

The building shook for a moment, and some debris fell on his shoulders.

The manager next to Zemo looked at the ceiling with some doubts. There was a painting with the theme of apocalypse on it. Four knights were riding horses in front of the forest. Under the grass were kneeling, struggling and crying people.

A black slit opened from the corner of the Plague Knight's eye, Zemo also raised his head at this moment, and the black fluid seemed to surge through the slit.

But then, nothing happened.

"Oh, the ceiling here needs to be checked, call the repairman right away!" The manager said to the girl at the service desk opposite, "Let him see what's on it! The painting is cracked!"

The girl nodded quickly and started calling.

Zemo and the management continued to walk to the reference room.

"Have you had any contact with Elizabeth Holtz?" Zemo asked.

"I had a short-term contact," the manager said humanely. "She is a very easy-going lady and a successful investor. Ampa Soda is one of her most famous projects."

"Is she an American?" Zemo flipped through a few pages of her information. "migrant?"

"She is also well-known in the industry. She is a native American." The manager said.

"Understood." Zemo said, "Thank you for the information."

"Yes Agent, it's my pleasure." The administrator said with a smile on his face, as if he was finally relieved that Zemo was gone.

On the way back, Zemo felt that a car had been following him, a black Toyota sedan, old-fashioned, ordinary, inconspicuous, but it had been following Zemo from far or near.

Zemo pulled out his pistol and put it within reach.

He glanced in the rearview mirror, the black car was still following him, and now he had reached the edge of the community where he lived, and the number of cars gradually decreased.

He slowly stopped the car on the side of the road, and saw the black car slow down at the same time...

A red and blue figure fell from the upstairs next door onto the hood of the black car. "Hi!" Spider-Man greeted the people inside, and then Spider-Man moved, and the spider silk in his hand trapped the driver's hand on the steering wheel.The co-pilot just picked up the gun and was about to shoot, when the spider silk stuck his hand to the glass window.

"Spider-Man!" Zemo got out of the car and walked straight in the direction of the black car. "I thought I had already assigned you the task!"

"I saved you!" Spider-Man said, "You look like you're mad at me!"

"I'm really angry at you. Your mission is to listen to the news, not to leave your work or studies to follow me!"

"This is the time! You only asked me to complete that task, but you didn't say when, and you didn't say that I couldn't follow you to the Lehman Building because I was worried about your safety!"

"Worried about my safety?" Zemo said, even a little bitterly, "When is it your turn to worry about my safety?"

"Am I worried about your safety?" Spider-Man retorted loudly in disbelief, "Are you a planner? Do you have to follow the plan every step of the way? Or do you not trust me and think I will ruin the whole plan?"

Zemo calmed himself down, well, no one has passed by yet, and no one has noticed them. "Listen, let's settle these things first. Move these two to a quiet place and I'll be in charge of the interrogation. You, if you like, can trouble you to stay by my interrogation room between three and five in the afternoon. Don't run around outside the door of two people?"

Spider-Man sprayed another spider silk reinforcement on the struggling driver's hand. "Okay," he said.

They tied up the two and threw them into the basement of the building, where Spider-Man stopped Zemo before he was about to go in.

"There can't be any torture or killing." Spider-Man said, his tone very serious.

See, here comes the downside of working with superheroes.Zemo thought, he would have to conduct interrogations behind his back in the future.

"Okay, don't kill." Zemo said, Spider-Man was still standing in front of him. "No torture," the young man emphasized again.

Zemo glanced at him and walked around him.

Zemo came out quickly, and it took him a little over half an hour to conduct the interrogation, during which Spider-Man waited outside, thankful he didn't hear any screams.

"They're mercenaries," Zemo said. "They don't know anything. They only know that if you send a photo of my dead body to a mailbox, someone will give them money."

"How did you ask that?" Spider-Man asked.

"Talk, threaten them, their mouths are not so tight." Zemo found a seat on the dirty steps of the basement door, and sat next to Spider-Man.

"About today," Zemo said after a moment of silence, "Listen, I'm glad you're worried about me, but I'll have no problem with these two guys alone, and I'll have no problem with anything else. I've already Been doing something like this for about a year and no one ever worried about me and nothing happened to me. I know you're kind, but don't waste your time."

"No one is worried about you." Spider-Man looked at him, "What about your family? Wife and parents?"

"They're all dead," Zemo said. He felt his throat tickle and wanted to smoke a little, but he had quit smoking for more than a year, and he wouldn't even touch it except for the need to pretend.

"what happened?"

"The Battle of Sokovia, the buildings in the suburbs collapsed, and they were all trapped inside." Zemo finished speaking quickly.

"Don't go against the plan in the future." He quickly returned to the topic.

"Does that upset you?" Spider-Man asked.

"meeting."

"It also makes me uneasy that you act alone, you can be ambushed every time, and you are only a mortal..."

"I thought I'd already said the question."

"Now it's not like before, you're working with me, you're no longer alone, I'm worried about you, and now I don't know anything, in case something happens to you, I have no clue about it." Spider-Man's tone Sincerely.