[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

After hearing Spider-Man's astonishing words, Zemo didn't move, his Adam's Apple rolled up and down, and then turned his head towards the exit of the alley.

This wasn't the first time he left a city close to fleeing, but it was definitely the most hasty time before he left.

He brought very few things, passport, ID card, sunglasses, mobile phone, bank card. That's all he had to bring. He returned to the car and rushed to the next scheduled destination.

He had completed the formalities to go to England half a month ago, because since then he realized that he would definitely not be able to find the Hydra who was farming in Iowa for the base of the Winter Soldier—— He can no longer stay in America.At that time, the matter of Baron first took shape, and he had a premonition that the matter would end soon—of course, in fact, the matter would end sooner than he expected, and he did not intend to give up his plan to find the Winter Soldier, so he Decided to go through the procedures to go to the UK as soon as possible.

Hydra in London, England, may still have some valuable information in its mouth.

He drove to a reserved suburban hotel and waited there for about two hours.He judged that Spider-Man should have delivered the envelope to Stark at this time, so he dialed his phone.

"Hey, Spider-Man," he said.

"Hey, I sent the things to Stark, and he asked me to stay for a while, saying that he had something to tell me. But I will still meet you on time." Spider-Man said, "Your home, right? "

Zemo remembered the letter he wrote, warning Stark about the hidden demons in Spider-Man's body, he put the letter in the middle of many files, it seems that Spider-Man really obediently did not look at the contents of the envelope .Otherwise, according to his current personality, he would probably be looking for Zemo everywhere like crazy.

"No," he said, "I've come to say goodbye."

"What?" Spider-Man's voice was full of doubts and anger. He immediately understood what Zemo said, but he couldn't believe it.

"Those test tubes with the red liquid, I put them under the attic floor. Find them and give them to Stark along with your potion..."

"What did you just say!" Spider-Man's voice was only angry, and Zemo heard him banging on the glass door, "Where are you! Damn it, why can't this door be opened!"

"Stark trapped you there, Spider-Man, something has been wrong with you lately. Restrain your own demons, don't let it control you, and I'm sure Stark will fix it for you...  .”

"Shut up! Where the hell are you!" Spider-Man yelled furiously. Zemo heard the sound of things breaking apart. Spider-Man seemed to be looking for something. He let himself ignore the noises and continued: "You're the most potential superhero I've ever seen..."

"Shut up! Shut up!" Spider-Man kept yelling, his voice even hoarse, and Zemo completely ignored his excitement.

"Join the Avengers, do better and greater things for the world, and save more people, but don't be too impulsive, listen to the words of your predecessors. I know you can do this." Zemo finished speaking, Spider-Man also fell silent, and just as Zemo was about to hang up the phone, he heard Spider-Man speak again.

"Why did you...abandon me?" Spider-Man asked, feeling hopeless and angry, more sad and frustrated by failure, he couldn't get out of this place, every glass was added It's thick, each steel plate is specially made by Stark, he huddled in the corner of the French window, looking at the scenery below, his bloody hand drew bright red marks on the glass; he couldn't do anything well, just like Uncle Ben, It's like Zemo, he tried very hard to pull Zemo back and keep Zemo, but he still left. He had imagined Zemo's departure, and he thought it would not make him too uncomfortable, but He was wrong.When he thought that Zemo would leave his world from now on, leave him nothing, continue to track and assassinate Hydra alone in an unknown place, and then die in a place that no one knows, leaving the person who once lived The boy next door to him, the young superhero who fought alongside him, is forever forgotten and feels overwhelmed by fear.

"I didn't abandon you, Spider-Man, you just changed a partner, we are equals."

"You know we're not equal, and I love you, so you can manipulate me emotionally," Spider-Man said, his voice just now wailing with a bit of malevolence, "You've been taking advantage of this, you've been doing this Do."

Now his emotions are completely negative. It seems that the person who once thanked Zemo for accommodating him again and again has nothing to do with him. It seems that the person who once thought about pulling Zemo out of desperate revenge is not him .The alien demon that had been attached to him when he was lying on the ceiling of the Lehman Building because he was worried about Zemo's safety used his anger to cover all his positive emotions under the negative emotions, making him become Became another colder, more self-centered person.

"I never manipulated you, I just kept making plans with the most rational thinking, I don't know where your ideas come from." Zemo said, this groundless accusation made him want to laugh, but at the same time felt A bitter taste in the mouth.

That's not real Spider-Man, he told himself.

"Now you have to go, because you have finally completed the plan to save New York, and put aside the used tools. It suits you very well." Spider-Man said, his words were too cruel for Zemo, but he didn't care about it, he To vent the anger and dissatisfaction in his heart, he felt that those emotions filled his body, and he was about to explode.

"You are not my tool." Zemo knew he was abnormal, so he didn't care much about him, "You are an excellent superhero, and I am very happy to work with you." Before Spider-Man could say the next sentence , he hung up, because he knew that the argument would be endless.

He took a deep breath, put the phone beside him, let himself be quiet for a few seconds, then picked up the phone and dialed another number.

"Hi," he said, "Peter."

Spider-Man crushed the phone, and he stared at the phone angrily, his eyes were bloodshot, as if he wanted to stare through the pile of junk.Then, another of his mobile phones rang. He picked up the mobile phone, took off his headgear, and controlled his strength to bring the mobile phone to his ear.

"Hello," he said, keeping his most calm tone, "Helmut."