[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

Nothing more, just a simple hug, but Peter felt sore pain.He remembered what Mr. Zemo had said, his family died in Sokovia, he had a family and he lost that family.Peter knew how painful it would be, it would be a million times more painful than losing Uncle Ben.

He knew he couldn't ask for more from Mr. Zemo.

"Can I call you Helmut from now on?" Peter asked.

"Of course." Zemo said, and he stepped back, ending the hug.

May returned a few minutes later with a large bag of vegetables and various snacks.She looks much brighter now, the shadows have been left behind her.

Zemo helped her put vegetables and meat in the freezer, and today they still have dinner together at the Parker house.It's just that Peter went upstairs to do his homework after eating halfway. When Zemo came home and entered his bedroom, he turned around and saw that the light in Peter's room was still on, but the curtains were pulled up to block his view.

A little hard, he thought, but it's normal and something to think about when you decide to treat his feelings in a way that makes them die slowly.He has more important things to do, and Elizabeth Holz's information needs him to investigate.

He walked up to the attic, and the hot, humid air was blowing in his face. His computer was still on across the desk, and he almost never turned it off.He sat down at the computer desk and started the system developed by Hydra. Elizabeth Holz's resume information appeared in front of him ten minutes later.

A native white American, he graduated from the Department of Mathematics at Stanford University. After graduation, he took over the family business and set foot in finance.Two marriage records, the first husband was an Italian who died of lung cancer in 2006, the second husband was a Sokovian, and the two registered their marriage in 2016.

Sokovians.

Zemo frowned, and clicked on the photo of his second husband registered with the government.His pupils shrank, his eyes widened, and he clenched his teeth unconsciously.

Baron Hugh.

The name was clearly loaded under the photo, and Zemo already knew the name of the person in the photo before then.He took a deep breath, but his nerves tensed unconsciously because of the abnormal movement. He immediately drew the gun from his side and pointed it at the beams of the sealed roof.The lights on the computer desk can't reach there, so there is only darkness.

He just heard the sound of chemical fiber clothes being caught by something.

"Come out," he said, "or in three seconds, I'll shoot."

"Hey, calm down, okay." Spider-Man jumped from the beam to the ground, and he said immediately before Zemo could speak, "First of all, I apologize for breaking into the house, ah, no, first of all, I have to apologize for following you, um ok Either way it seems that I look like a pervert, but I have to declare that I am not a pervert. I followed you because I wanted to tell you about that, um." Spider-Man paused, "I still put that Two mercenaries sent to the police station, but don't worry! They didn't tell you, I found nothing, of course I guess because they didn't want to add to their crimes. Well, that's it."

Spider-Man stood in front of him, silent.

"So you started following me after sending the criminal to the police station." Zemo said, "In order to apologize to me, you ran to the beams in the attic of my house, watched me check the information without saying hello?"

"I wanted to say hello at first! It's just that you went to the house next door and I stayed here, but I don't know if you have any family or other people living with you. If you have I must not be exposed, so I went to the attic, you know, people usually don't go to the attic, so I hid here, and then I knew this is your studio at that moment, and then you came in Start working, I'm sorry to bother you, I just stayed here until the nail scratched my clothes when I just changed positions."

Zemo looked at him, and was about to say something, but was interrupted by Spider-Man: "Well, I didn't show up because I realized that it was really rude and perverted, so I was embarrassed to jump off."

Probably an illusion, Zemo felt Spider-Man's eyes blink innocently.No, those are not eyes, those are two black lenses.

"I think we should maintain a certain degree of privacy between us. Except for the sharing of information, the part of private life is not shared." Zemo said.

"I know, originally I just came to tell you about that incident. It's better to change the plan, right?" Spider-Man himself moved a small stool and sat beside him, "I definitely don't mean to distrust you."

"And it's hard for me to trust you, Mr. Spider-Man." Zemo said, turning his chair, and Spider-Man was face to face. "You know my name, address, and job, and I don't know anything about you. Don't you Do you think this situation is very detrimental to a partnership?"

"Yes, I know your name and your history." Spider-Man stopped.

"And then?" Zemo asked.

"How do I know if those are real? You're called Helmut Zemo and not Harris or something." Spider-Man shrugged.

"Oh, so that's how you trust me?" Zemo said, convinced he was being ironic.

"Wait, did you misunderstand something!" Spider-Man quickly explained, "I mean, I trust your character, your character, but sometimes people will change their names to protect themselves or others. , which is not a bad thing."

"Helmut Zemo is my real name, and everything I tell you is true. Again, let me emphasize again, Spider-Man, we are a temporary partnership, not a long-term partnership. We don't have to Get to know each other too well. All you need to know is that I'm not a threat to New York, and I know you're kind and respect your opinion, all the stuff you say about safety, about trust, about worry... "

"Those 'things'?" Spider-Man asked back, and Zemo simply ignored the past.

"But I don't like that you have to investigate all my address history like investigating a criminal!" Zemo said the last sentence, successfully making Spider-Man speechless for a while.

"I'm sorry," Spider-Man said finally, sitting with his legs bent, as if trying to curl himself into a ball. "I just wanted to tell you about those mercenaries. I didn't mean to—well, a little bit on purpose. I wanted to figure you out so much. You're such a mystery. I always thought you lived in In the cellar."

Seeing that Zemo didn't respond, he also explained: "You know, living in the cellar looks a little more mysterious."

"I know, you don't need to explain." Zemo rubbed his temples with a headache, "I really doubt whether you are an adult, maybe you are still a junior high school student? Forget it." He said to himself.

Spider-Man sat there obediently and didn't speak any more.

"I'll take you to the concert hall base tomorrow..."

"Wow! Cool!" Spider-Man exclaimed excitedly.

"Familiar with the situation, and now, I will first fulfill my promise and share the information I found with you." Zemo turned the computer in the direction of Spider-Man, who had already moved up.

"Elizabeth Holtz, a white American, you can take a look at her resume, but she is not the object we need to pay attention to." Zemo opened the second page, "What we need to pay attention to is her second husband , Sokovian Baron Hurn, who was a sergeant in the Echo Scorpion team, enlisted in the army in 2006..."

"Wait, there's no such information here." Spider-Man wondered, now only the person's photo, name and nationality appeared on the page.

"These are the information I already know," Zemo said, his tone was very calm, "He is my friend. When he was still in the Sokovia army, I was the colonel of the Echo Scorpion team."

The author has something to say: Going to college, considering my living expenses, maybe I should enter V.