Chapter 1090 Chapter 1086 Ross’s preparation (second update)

Faced with this statement, Thaddeus E. Ross just smiled, then squinted his eyes and looked at the German Ministry of Foreign Affairs vehicles slowly approaching from the other side of the airport, completely ignoring Tony Stark's protest. If the Democrats win the next presidential election, he will be awarded the Secretary of Defense at the same time as Tony Stark. That position will have the authority to implement the Sokovia Accords in the United States and have oversight authority over all capability enhancers in the United States and Europe. Secretary of State Ross knows that Tony Stark wants to protect the Avengers, so he will never give up that position, not to mention that the best way to implement the "Sokovia Accords" is to have an Avenger supervise its implementation. Let both the people and the empowered trust the government.

This was a decision made by an entire group of interests that not even a wealthy man like Tony Stark could resist.

"People from the German Foreign Ministry are here." Thaddeus E. Ross said calmly, "Get in the car and think about how to greet your old friends. Be mature, you are not a child anymore, don't let us down. , Stark, think about how much support we have given you." Then he pretended to have just remembered something, "Did you know that one of SHIELD's assets is a superhuman prison? It has been taken over by us now. , seems to be called Raft Prison?”

"You bastard!" Tony Stark was angry and anxious.

He glared at Secretary of State Ross and got into the car of the German Foreign Ministry without looking back. The German police are ready to escort the convoy at any time. But even in the air-conditioned car, Tony Stark's forehead was still covered with cold sweat, because he caught a glimpse of a very abstract eye pattern on Secretary of State Ross's golden lapel pin - the All-Seeing Eye. He knew the meaning of this pattern and Stark had seen it more than once on the logos of various Rothschild foundations, including Chateau Mouton Rothschild. He had been attracted by Salomon more than once. He had been warned about the meaning of this sign, but he just didn't expect that those seemingly conspiracy theories actually appeared around him. Tony Stark begins to doubt his father's past experience. Has Howard Stark also discovered the truth? He thought of the accidental death of his parents, and a chill suddenly crawled up his spine, but he still resisted the urge to scream and tried to pretend that nothing happened.

As he muttered, he knocked on the black partition between the driver's seat and the driver's seat, and asked in an impatient tone, "When will we set off?" After receiving the answer, Tony Stark quietly took out his mobile phone and looked at the rear view I edited a text message out of sight. Although his head-to-head attitude had nothing to do with the word caution, this time he still took some precautions to ensure his own safety. He had no doubt that if people like Steve Rogers refused to sign "Sokowi" If the Asia-Pacific Agreement is reached, "accidents" will follow, and he will not allow this to happen.

When the car fleet drove out of the airport under the escort of the German police, Tony Stark got the answer he wanted.

Colonel Rhodes was traveling on a modified Boeing airliner belonging to the Department of Defense. However, even though he has a military rank and is an Avenger, there is an area that he cannot enter. This is something he has never encountered during the escort mission of Air Force One, and there is a large group of military personnel on the passenger plane, and the number far exceeds that of the Air Force One. number of medical staff. Those people looked nervous and were always communicating in a low voice. Colonel Rhodes' plan to try to figure out the situation failed. Everyone, including the medical staff, seemed to have been trained to speak very tightly. Colonel Rhodes only saw They produced an amount of tranquilizers that could stun an elephant.

Tony Stark thought of a lot, but the last option made him clenched his fists.

"God! Rogers, don't be too stubborn. But we don't have Thor now." He muttered, stuffed his phone into his pocket, closed his eyes and rested. He just hoped that things wouldn't take a turn for the worst. He also didn't expect Ross to be so crazy. He couldn't imagine what Ross would do if Steve Rogers resisted. As for another option that might solve the problem, he himself rejected it. In his opinion, that option was even crazier than what Ross was going to do. That person must not appear in Germany because that would mean World War III.

"I have no doubt that Ross would do such a thing. He has completely surrendered to the Democratic Party." Victoria Hand snorted contemptuously from her nasal cavity, causing the intelligence analysts in the command room to look at her. Victoria Hand is now on a low-orbit sky aircraft carrier. As the mobile command center of the intelligence department, it plays an extremely important role for the Immortal City. The assault transport boats and soldiers carried in the hangar can launch an attack at any time. A devastating raid. "If his plan fails, the Democratic Party, which has hegemony over public opinion, can also throw the blame on the faction of the Avengers that refuses to sign the agreement and strengthen public support for the Sokovia Accords. This kind of public opinion manipulation tactic It's easy for SHIELD to take the first step, but are you sure you're going to deal with him? I need real win-loss ratios, I need to know how sure you are that you can win... I get it, I will. Start Red Route 3-110, contact the mission executor."

"Task number: Alpha-112-10-Omicron-Alfa. Mission code name: Credit. Mission level: Crimson; Executor Heinrich Zemo, number: Alpha-112-10-Omicron Rong-Alpha-A1. Executor confidentiality level: Crimson." A robotic voice said in a plain and straightforward tone, "Please confirm the progress of the mission, Executor."

"Criminal psychologist. No one will catch my disguise."

"For the record, the mission progress is 56.5%. It is confirmed that the signal transmitting device is implanted under the skin, 3, 2, 1..."

"Hey! Can't you send a human operator?" Zemo complained, "I've had enough of talking to machines!"

"Confirmation of the subcutaneous implantation of the signal transmitting device is completed. The request has been accepted." The mechanical voice seemed not to hear Zemo's complaint at all, "Waiting for manual transfer, please wait..."

"Skip!" Zemo held up the phone and pushed back the slightly longer hair on his forehead with his fingers, "Enter the critical call."

"Request accepted." A high-pitched buzzer screamed from the other end of the phone.

After a brief silence, a nostalgic voice came into Zemo's ears.

"Did they repair your vocal cords?" A smile instantly appeared on the man's originally cold face. He communicated with the woman on the other end of the phone with a smile on his face, describing his current life in a soft voice, ignoring all the suffering and sorrow he had experienced. He felt that time was running very fast at this moment, and no matter how hard he clenched his hands, he could not slow down the passage of time. As the twenty-minute limited call time gradually approached, Zemo couldn't help but speed up his speech. He promised the woman that they would eventually be reunited, and repeatedly promised that he would be able to do it. "We will be together soon, my dear," he said. "I promise you, I will pick you up after this mission is over. We will go to a secluded place where no one can find you, and no one will disturb you. ,I promise……"

"The call is over." The sharp buzzer sounded again, and the mechanical voice cut off the call without mercy, causing Zemo to swallow back the last words he had not yet spoken. Then the mechanical voice asked again, "Do you still need service?"

"No more." Although his heart was filled with dissatisfaction, Zemo still confirmed the next call time before hanging up the phone. He rubbed his face and was about to relax when a sudden knock on the door suddenly alerted him. The voice claiming to be room service did not make him relax. He picked up the silencer-equipped pistol from the table, checked the magazine, and then swept aside the documents on the table. The documents, including passports, belonged to a criminal psychology expert affiliated with the FBI who had successfully assumed the identity of the expert. He slowly approached the door with a gun and pointed the muzzle of the gun at the approximate location of the knocker through the door panel. Then he turned sideways and very carefully opened the guest room door a small crack to avoid being completely exposed to the other party's sight. . After seeing who it was, he smiled again.

"Let me do it, ma'am." He took the plate with one hand and said in fluent German, "It looks delicious."

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