[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

After the meal, Zemo left on the grounds that he wanted to pack his things. Aunt May wanted Peter to help, but Zemo declined. After all, we just met, so Peter should not be asked to do coolies, let alone Zemo There are some things that other people should never touch.

Zemo opened the door, and the quietness and desolation in the house came over his face. Zemo had already cleaned the house, so the stale smell had dissipated, but this could not conceal the feeling of loneliness emanating from the house. sharp contrast.Zemo was used to it, so he didn't have any special mood swings. He started to sort out the boxes on the porch, some with documents, some with weapons-these should be put in the basement, and some were his own sundries, some electrical appliances , The old photos were put into a small suitcase. Zemo didn't open it to take a look at the end, he put the suitcase under the bed.Before the attic could be cleaned, Zemo ended up cleaning the attic for his workroom.

He entered the bedroom at eleven o'clock in the evening, set the alarm clock at seven o'clock, and prepared to draw the curtains.Only then did he realize that Peter's bedroom was opposite his bedroom. The boy was studying a small machine, as if he felt something, he glanced outside, and immediately jumped up excitedly——

"Hey! Mr. Zemo!" he called, opening the window.

"Hey, Peter." Zemo also opened the window, "what are you doing?"

"The homework for the school physics class, let us think of a physical and mechanical idea. I am going to make a small launcher." Peter said, his face was a little flushed with excitement, "It's launch, um, launch a small tomato kind of."

Zemo laughed. "Whoa," he said, "that's amazing, but don't go to bed too late, it's not good for your health."

"Okay, Mr. Zemo." Peter said, he, he was stunned for a few seconds before realizing that Zemo's words meant good night, so he waved his hand, "Good night!"

"Good night, Peter." Zemor closed the curtains to block Peter from the opposite side of the line of sight.

Peter stared blankly at the opposite curtain for a few seconds. When he came back to his senses, he looked at the little machine in his book, but he couldn't help but think of Zemo's smiling face under the soft light just now, and he couldn't help laughing too. stand up.

Mr. Zemo seems like a nice guy, he thought.

Zemo didn't fall asleep immediately after closing the curtains. He turned on the laptop first, and checked the task that hadn't been downloaded yet again, the concert hall—or the 3D stereoscopic image of one of the Hydra bases and related materials. , After confirming the progress, he closed the computer, lay down on his bed and fell asleep.

After counting for 10 minutes, he opened his eyes, but there was no sleepiness in his eyes.So he took out a few white pills from the bottom shelf of the bedside table, went out to get a glass of water, swallowed them with water, and continued to sleep.

The next day the alarm clock woke Zemo up on time. The call from the music hall to let him go to work was estimated to come at least at nine o'clock. Zemo made himself a lettuce sandwich in his spare time. News to see.After eating, he was going to go for a morning run, and then check the downloaded information when he came back.

He changed into gray sportswear, put on the sports watch he bought at the mall not long ago, put his pistol and knife on the inside of his clothes, and was ready to go out.He hadn't been in much trouble, in fact, he hadn't been in much trouble, and no one knew who killed those Hydras.Zemo has always been a loner, so he did a good job of cleaning up the aftermath.

After running back and forth around the road, Zemo saw Peter riding a bicycle when he ran to the second round trip. "Hey! Mr. Zemo!" Peter stopped his bicycle to greet him, and Zemo also stopped, "You went to school very early." Zemo said.

"Always first," Peter said with a smile, "I don't like being late."

"I don't like it either, I'm always the first one." Zemo said, he ran again, and said to Peter: "Goodbye."

"Goodbye!" Peter also said, and after a few seconds, he suddenly turned back to Zemo and said, "If there is anything I can do to help, I'm right next door!"

Zemo also turned his head, he froze for a moment, then laughed, he said a little loudly—after all, Peter was a little far away from him—“Thank you, by the way, how old are you this year?”

Peter didn't know why Zemo suddenly asked this question, but he said honestly, "16 years old!"

"Oh, I see, goodbye!" Zemo's smile was a little tender, and he turned his head away.

Only 16, still a child, he thought, that's why he was so unguarded in offering his kindness and affection to the world, as if the world was worth it.He glanced back at the back of Peter riding away on a bicycle, and smiled unconsciously.

Back in the house, Zemo came to the attic, and he began to check the information on the computer. The 3D image showed the basic layout of the basement's three floors, but the things he wanted to find were shipped in later. He had to find out where Where things are most likely to be.It is necessary to match the written materials with the images one by one. When he was busy searching, the person from the concert hall called and told him that he would be the new security guard with a salary of [-] US dollars and a one-year contract. Mo's heart.The night shift is a pair of six security guards, which means he has the opportunity to find the entrance of the concert hall into the base-an entrance that is blocked by something, and complete his task.

Zemo thanked the staff and learned that he would be available for work this afternoon.The rest of the concert hall security guards are either potbellied, unambitious or close to retirement. It seems a bit strange for Zemo, a man in his prime, to apply for this job with no future, but there is nothing logically wrong. He was once a veteran and a junior. For foreigners who come to the United States without a green card, it is difficult to find a decent job in the United States and they are eager to make a living. Security guards are a good choice for him.

It is dangerous for him to attract the attention of others, so any abnormal behavior about him needs to be avoided or avoided as much as possible.Thinking like this, he moved the lemon tea with ice cubes to a distance, and concentrated on processing the information in front of him.

He spent the whole morning sorting out the information, and classified many of Hydra's goods that had not yet been transported into the base into the rooms where each of them should be.But he wasn't sure which item he was looking for, or in other words, he didn't know whether the item he was looking for was classified as a weapon, an experimental product, or considered a machine at all.

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Peter sat across from Ned at lunch, as usual, and there was no one else at their table.Ned, like Peter, is the type of nerd who gets good grades and gets bullied.Therefore, he and Peter got along pretty well. For example, they were both fascinated by Star Wars and admired the genius Tony Stark.

But their topic today has nothing to do with the above two.

"Hey, Ned," Peter said to his friend across the way, who was struggling with the gravy in the mashed potatoes and was about to fail miserably.

"What's wrong?" Ned condescended to give his friend a disinterested look from the mashed potatoes.

"Do you remember the neighbor I told you about yesterday?" Peter said, lowering his voice, trying to make his tone sound mysterious.

"Ah, I know, brother next door, his name is Moser, right?" Ned gave up his fight, and he looked at Peter with a hand full of gravy.

"No, it's Zemo!" Peter corrected him sternly, "You know what? I just found out last night that he went to Vietnam alone, and he traveled poorly, and only spent a thousand dollars, which is amazing!"