[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"But," Spider-Man said after a moment, "we're protecting them."

"Yes, let them avoid the danger of being killed by Baron Hurn in the police station." Zemo said, "Although it violates the laws of the United States."

"But they..." Spider-Man fell silent, the Witness Protection Program wasn't going to target a plot that was still alive, and they were indeed in danger.But this is equivalent to imprisonment, so he feels very uneasy.

"But maybe we should ask their opinion?" finally Spider-Man said.

"Their opinion is let's let them go, let them go back to Sokovia, or wherever Baron can't find them." Zemo said.

Spider-Man was silent, and Zemo got up from the safe, "It won't be too long. Baron should speed up the plan when he sees the conspiracy exposed. If you still want to ask their opinions, I have no objection."

The two agreed to stay in the base out of fear of death, preferring to be protected by Spider-Man and "Dragonfly" in this airtight base rather than being held unsafely in the police station.But Spider-Man finally compromised, he put down two people, locked them in a spacious laboratory in the base, gave them food and water, and promised to let them out within a month.Zemo even kindly moved some books in the base to the laboratory. Of course, whether they can read them or not is another matter.

Weird feeling, Zemo thought, that he had a superhero reservist join him in something that could legally be considered an illegal captivity.Zemo took a step first, and Spider-Man said to the two: "The spider silk on your face will automatically decompose in an hour-it's probably like this, I'll go first."

As Zemo started the car, hiding from his co-workers, a Spiderman burst through his window from outside.

"Aha, perfect landing." Spider-Man said to him, making an encouraging gesture.

"Now you make me feel like you're only eight years old," Zemo said. "Hey! I'm already 26 years old!" Spiderman said dissatisfied.

"Oh, so you still care about whether I lied to you." Zemo choked back calmly, which seemed to make Spider-Man himself a little guilty. He sat on the side seat with his hands folded, and then touched his ears. "Okay, I admit that I lied about my age." Spider-Man said, and then he immediately changed the subject, "But I just wanted to thank you, although we had some small conflicts, but thank you for willing Accommodate my way of doing things, um, and comfort me."

"You're welcome," Zemo said, "I don't mind accommodating your behavior, because we are a short-term cooperation."

"Could you please leave that alone?" Spider-Man slumped in his seat. "The first partner in Spider-Man's career-parted ways with him because he wanted to hunt down Hydra."

"That doesn't sound bad," Zemo said. "Aren't you going to be a hero somewhere else?"

"Oh! You reminded me!" Spiderman jumped up suddenly, and then he immediately put his hands on the front of the car to avoid hitting his forehead, "I saw a robbery when I came here, and I didn't have time to solve it. Silk is stuck to the wall! He shouldn't be down by now, bye Hermi!"

Zemo glanced at Spider-Man who had already flown out of the window for this nickname, and suddenly thought in his heart that it felt as if he hadn't heard anyone call him that in hundreds of years.

When changing shifts at night, Zemo was perfunctory to his colleagues who saw him entering the concert hall, saying that he dropped something very valuable in the concert hall during the inspection, and his colleagues changed shifts with him without too much doubt, and laughed again He has a bad memory. After the shift change, he took time to enter the base to check the condition of the two people from the surveillance. He was in good spirits and there seemed to be no problem.

He searched the Internet for the address of the Dudley Institute of Biological Studies and decided to check it out tomorrow afternoon.He checked Dr. Dudley's resume and found no problems. He is a native white man who lived in Florida since he was a child, went to college in New York, and has lived in New York ever since. any possibility of cooperation.I just don't know what to ask from his mouth.

After returning home, Zemo took a nap first, and was awakened by the ringtone of his mobile phone at eleven o'clock. He picked up the mobile phone and asked sleepily, "Hello?"

"Aren't you up yet? I'll call later—" Peter's voice came over, and there were some noisy voices on his side. It should be that the school has just finished class.

"It's nothing, what's the matter?" Zemo sat up, rubbing the bridge of his nose, feeling like his head was about to burst.

"I put Aunt May's sandwich under the steps in front of your door. Remember to heat it in the microwave. I tried to boil some milk and rice pudding this morning. It's in a lunch box under the sandwich. Do you have anything else in your house? Drink, Aunt Mei asked me to go shopping in the supermarket in the afternoon, and I can bring you some milk back."

Zemo blinked and took two seconds to digest the words. "Then help me bring me a bottle of milk and three small breads." Zemo said, he meant the kind of dry and hard small bread that is baked and will not go bad in the refrigerator for three days.And Peter also knew what kind of bread he was referring to, so he started talking again: "Mr. Zemo, just buy one of that kind of bread. If you keep it stale at home, it will easily spoil your stomach. I'll bring you some more Other lettuce or ground beef?"

"Thank you, Peter, then just bring milk and buns. ——Oh, and, please bring me another bag of instant black coffee." Zemo thought of the bottomed-out coffee bottle at home.

"Okay." Peter readily agreed, and Zemo waited for him to hang up the phone, obviously he was also waiting for Zemo to hang up the phone.The embarrassing beep sounded for more than ten seconds, Zemo sighed, rubbed his eyes, and said, "Then I'll go get the lunch box first, goodbye?"

"Goodbye." After Peter finished this sentence, Zemo cut off the call.He slept a little longer, dug out his suit in the closet, went downstairs and poured out the last bit of coffee, made a cup of coffee, opened the door and picked up Peter's sandwiches and milk rice pudding - this thing is called in Sokovia Milk porridge, I don’t know how Americans invented this name.After he finished his breakfast, he felt that his head ached less, and the drowsiness was gradually leaving his body.Picking up the fake FBI agent ID, he drove to the Dudley Biological Institute.