[Comprehensive British and American] The best neighbor

"It's normal to be troubled at your age." Zemo said, "I have experienced it too. Sometimes you think a girl is very beautiful, and it makes you feel good, and then your heart beats for a moment-but in fact you don't. Not loving her. Love is something deeper."

"Have you ever loved anyone?" Harry asked, turning his head and eyeing Zemo with interest.

"Once in love with someone," Zemo said, "she was nice, but we weren't right for each other."

He's lying again, Zemo thought, well, he won't be used to lying for much longer.

"For work?" Harry asked.

"Almost." Zemo said, "Work reasons."

"What about you?" Zemo asked, "Have you ever thought about starting a family?"

"Of course, I used to think, before the -- I guess it was before I knew about our family genetic disease from my father? Then I thought maybe that wasn't right for me, I didn't even feel like my father was learning about my genetics. It is a responsible act to start a family when you are sick.”

"I thought you would know about your genetic disease since you were a child," Zemo said.

Harry Osborn licked his lips: "Very small, indeed, when I was 11 years old, I knew why my father's body was getting weaker and weaker, and he was so focused on developing those medicines that he ignored his family. He wanted to save I also want to save my own life, probably. But there is no rule that children before the age of 11 cannot imagine their future when they get married."

"The previous generations of my family also had hereditary heart disease." Zemo said, "But it is no longer obvious in my father's generation, and it has completely disappeared in mine. I am very fortunate."

"My family's genetic disease is not as simple as heart disease. It is a virus that spreads and attacks almost all your organs. The speed of spread will change with age and physical condition. When it is not serious , if you are sick, you can rely on treatment to get well again - but basically when those blue and black bloodshots appear on your neck, you are already running out of time, and maybe you can last a few more with special treatment months, but without a real miracle drug that resets the body's healing powers, the disease will still kill you."

"So this disease can be cured as long as the healing ability is fast enough?" Zemo asked.

"Almost, as long as you have twice the healing power of ordinary people—no, one and a half times the healing power, you can easily cure this disease, but the potion is still very unsafe, and my father and I dare not try it lightly—unless it is imminent. Zemo could see his excitement as Harry tightened his grip on the steering wheel and let it go.

"That potion sounds so important." Zemo frowned. "How did you get permission to inject it into my body?"

"I didn't ask them to agree." Harry sounded casual, even sarcastic and complacent, "The potion was in my hand at the time, and I asked the person holding the potion to give me the password, and I will give it to you in the car." It's injected, no one's consent is required."

"Sounds reckless," Zemo said.

"If I hadn't been reckless, you wouldn't be sitting in the car chatting with me on the way to the swamp now." Harry said, "You might be crushed under that ruin, or buried somewhere In a cemetery."

"That's the most logical destination in my heart."

"It's a pity that the world likes to break the rules sometimes." Harry smiled with a slanted mouth.

Just when Zemo was thinking about how to get more information about the potion from Harry, Harry suddenly said, "Where are you going after you leave here?"

"Keep chasing Hydra," Zemo said.

"Where to pursue?"

"America," Zemo said.

"Wow." Harry said, "I happen to be going to America too, the plane is two days away, do you want to go with me?"

Zemo wondered suddenly: "Are you going to visit your father in the United States?" he asked.

"Almost, I have to go see him. He seems to be seriously ill. You can also take the opportunity to do a more comprehensive examination. The equipment in the British research institute is not as advanced as that in the United States, and the technical staff are not as good as those in the United States. I Not talking badly," Harry shrugged, "it's true."

"You guys getting off the plane in New York?" Zemo asked.

"Yes." Harry said, "The headquarters of the Osborne Group is in New York. I don't like it there, but I can't help it. I also have a very good friend in New York," he frowned, as if recalling , "I have been in Europe for the past few years, and I have never had the opportunity to meet him. His name is Peter Parker. He is a very kind person, a little cowardly, but overall it is very pleasant to get along with him. He does not have many people twists and turns, I don't like that."

"But you look used to it."

"Yeah, that's probably part of my life - but I don't like it," said Harry, "not at all."

"Things are not what you want," Zemo said.Hearing Peter's name from Harry Osborn made him nervous, and he wanted to avoid showing any strangeness.

"So... are you going to America with me?" Harry asked, and then, a lake appeared in front of them, like a mirror reflecting the sun, and the white was a bit dazzling.

"Let's stop right ahead." Harry said, "We can stroll by the lake and have a picnic."

"Of course," Zemo said, "that would be much more convenient."

At least he doesn't need to use a false identity to buy plane tickets anymore. He doesn't know many ways to forge in the UK.

"So, after the inspection, another Hydra is about to suffer?" Harry asked jokingly.

"A lot of hydra are going to suffer." Zemo said without exaggeration.

"Sounds very exciting," Harry said.

"It's the most exciting thing for me," said Zemo, leaning against the door and staring at the lake.

"Let's go for a walk." Harry said beside him.A gust of wind blew over, and he straightened his messy hair.

The surface of the lake is very calm, which reminds Zemo of when he lived in a small village when he was a child. In the summer, he took a group of children to skip class and go swimming in the lake. The cold lake water was always calm and calm.The wind will create folds on it and blow people's hair, but it is always gentle.It was his childhood, and Zemo looked back on it again, without the anger and despair of losing his father, and he found those days began to shine again.

"I don't think it's fair," the boy said suddenly as they strolled along the lake.

"Oh?" Zemo asked casually.

"You may already know a lot about me, my disease, my thoughts, many things that only my closest people know. But I still don't know anything about you."

"I answered every question you had," Zemo said.

"So you think those answers that are right, yes, um, and those that follow my guess are not perfunctory?" Harry Osborn asked, "You avoided almost every question, not an answer."