Chapter 76 The great revenge must be avenged

After hearing Eagle Eye's words, there was a sound of a small motor turning, and the figure on the chair slowly drove towards the light.

At this time, everyone was able to see the true appearance of Baron Zemo up close, which surprised them slightly.

"This is impossible!"

Clint shouted, almost panicking.

Different from the strutting and high-spirited figure in the holographic projection, the Zemo in front of him was paralyzed in a wheelchair with his neck completely tilted. A breathing tube was inserted into his mouth through the lower part of the purple mask, pointing directly at the bronchus.

The only thing that could move in his body was a few fingers on his left and right hands, and the fingers of his left hand were gently pressing on the special keyboard.

"You shouldn't see me like this."

Hearing this, Bai Ye nodded, then walked out of the room with Hawkeye and said, "We will do it, but now I need you and Wanda to clean up all the Hydras inside the base."

"But you still won in the end. The Thunderbolts still belong to you in the end. They betrayed us in Las Vegas." Clint said coldly, leaning against the wall.

"And what are you? I have been observing you since we kept you alive in Las Vegas. You are a failed husband, a failed father, and a failed hero."

"Walter?" Bai Ye looked a little weird when he heard the bald scientist wearing transparent glasses reported his name.

"So you are not allowed to use your remaining eyesight to despise Zemo before you leave!"

Clint stood there, looking at Zemo who was gradually losing his life in the wheelchair. His thoughts traveled through time and space, recalling the Avengers who died in front of him, and he had mixed emotions for a while.

Listening to Walter's decisive answer, Bai Ye sighed: "Okay."

"Walter, sir, my name is Walter."

"I've never looked at you like that!" Hawkeye shouted angrily, turned around and aimed at Baron Zemo, and the arrow in his hand shot out like lightning.

He quickly drew out the arrow and shot it again. The refreshing feeling almost made him think that he was back in his twenty-year-old body.

The fingertips on the keyboard were still ringing, but Eagle Eye was already a little impatient. He waved his hand and said, "Tell me the important part, I don't want to hear your resume."

Bai Ye said stiffly and perfunctorily: "Yeah, right."

"May I have your name?"

"No, I'm still Baron Zemo. Even the Red Skull doesn't know my situation." As if he sensed that Hawkeye was about to leave, those fingers began to tap the keyboard frantically.

After a long silence, he slowly said: "Yes."

This small detail is not important. What is important is the contents of the box. He placed it on the countertop and gently opened the buckle.

In a sense, what Walter said is indeed correct. Civilian scientists who can become self-taught in a wasteland where rituals are ruined and are qualified to participate in the development of super soldier serum are indeed very valuable.

But this is not the point. The point is that the sense of déjà vu in Walter is too strong. Could he be a different-dimensional counterpart of Breaking Bad?

"Do you have cancer?"

Zemo's voice came from all directions. He probably recorded the voice into the computer and saved it while he was still moving, so that he could 'speak' normally in the future.

After hearing the question, the scientist quickly replied. He walked into the control room holding the box and jumped a few steps to prevent himself from stepping on Zemo's blood.

A few seconds later, Baron Zemo's body was covered with dozens of arrows, and he was bleeding profusely. However, each arrow missed the fatal point. The breathing tube was still working hard, trying to send the last bit of oxygen into the endangered area. Dead body.

"No, I'm very healthy."

Bai Ye said calmly, stepping forward and patting Hawkeye on the shoulder to express comfort.

He no longer had any interest in this old man who had completely lost his dignity.

After watching Clint take a deep breath and Wanda walk deeper into the corridor, Bai Ye smiled again and waved to the bald scientist in the distance, signaling him to come in.

Ninety-nine tubes of green potion lay quietly inside.

There was obviously a bit of anger in the computer-synthesized voice.

But what he said next made Bai Ye's mouth twitch crazily: "Those are all from the old almanac from decades ago."

Everyone stared at Baron Zemo's body in silence, no one felt pity for him, although his death would not solve all problems,

But this is undoubtedly a good start for the wasteland that has been in chaos for the past few decades.

"You avenged them."

After taking the box from the other party, he asked: "Have you won the Nobel Prize in Chemistry?"

In order to seek revenge, he has spent the past ten years abandoning his family and disciplining his daughter

The one he should kill was Zemo, the master criminal in Hydra and the murderer who participated in the day the hero fell!

"No, you don't have to pity me. I am Baron Helmut Zemo, the thirteenth generation heir of noble blood, a great scientist of the Third Reich, and the son of Heinrich Zemo."

He traveled thousands of miles from the Las Vegas area to come to Weapon X Factory, not just to take revenge on an old man paralyzed in a wheelchair.

"But I won the Red Skull Science and Technology Chemistry Award from the Capital Wasteland. They said it was more important than the Nobel Prize that year."

Clint grabbed the last arrow in the quiver, walked to Baron Zemo, listened to the sound of air flowing hard in his trachea, lowered his head and said hoarsely:

"But that's how I see you now, you #@%\u0026amp;amp; # * beast."

"You were recently diagnosed with glaucoma, and you will soon become blind."

"No, damn it, you win. Maybe because of my noble blood, I had a stroke and I was the one who needed to breathe through a tube!"

"Nobel Prize?" Walter shook his head after hearing this word, which also made Bai Ye breathe a sigh of relief.

After a few seconds of pause, Zemo's voice on the computer sounded again: "You, a bastard raised by a circus, humiliated me and took over the Thunder Agents I founded."

"But it's not over yet, right? We have to kill every villain alive in this world."

"Then we'll take a long-term view."

"I have been dreaming of revenge all these years, but it seems that time has taken the first step." Clint sighed, shook his head and stood up.

He didn't say another word, but suddenly cut off Baron Zemo's breathing tube with an arrow, watching this noble descendant of the Third Reich die of blood loss and suffocation.

"This is not the picture I imagined." Clint grabbed the bow and slumped against the wall in a daze.

"This is it?" He looked at Walter who was quite proud to see his product.

The latter raised his head confidently, his big bald head looking a bit dazzling under the light, and said proudly:

"The semi-finished product of the Super Soldier Serum."