Chapter 1105 Chapter 1101 The Land of Milk and Honey (First update)

The wounded had been sedated, temporarily put out of pain and then fell asleep. Apart from the reinforced glass and the roar of the jet engines, the only sound in the Quinjet was the breathing of everyone. The radio communication clicked with requests for calls from the German Air Force and the civil aviation tower, but after the stealth submersible system was activated, these sounds never sounded again. Ever since leaving the German airspace, silence enveloped the narrow cabin. The Quinjet fighter A direct route to Romania in the past and the Romanian province of Latvinia today was found from the routes of civil aviation.

Although the autopilot has been set, Natasha Romanov still did not want to get out of the single pilot seat because the back of the cabin was full of messy blood and bandages, and the emergency medical kit on the Quinjet fighter could not be used. Help available to everyone.

Fortunately, the people preparing this Quinjet seem to have foreseen such a situation. In addition to SHIELD's standard field emergency medical kit, the plane also has some artificial skin cryospray for covering open wounds. It not only disinfects the wound but also forms a fragile protective film around the open wound. Coupled with a large amount of analgesics and small disposable surgical instruments that look like spiders to help sort out broken bones and suture blood vessels and muscles, the wounded were temporarily out of danger.

"Their situation has been stabilized." Steve Rogers came over and said in a deep voice, "I'm very worried about Colonel Rhodes."

"He is a lieutenant colonel now." Natasha Romanov reminded him, "and he doesn't need our help. The treatment plan given by the armor's life-support system is far more useful than an emergency medical kit. The Wakandans are still following us. They want to go to Latvinia with us. They have a cooperative relationship with our old friends, although I don’t know when they started cooperating. I can’t figure it out. His idea, Steve, is definitely not as simple as stopping the Hulk or capturing Ross."

"Do you know anything about Rose?" Steve Rogers asked. They had overlooked the burning convoy on the Quinjet, and the conflict between the black-armored giant and the red beast was very conspicuous. Based on the intel Falcon obtained from the chain of command, that red beast appears to be Secretary of State Ross. "How many secrets do they still hide from us?" he asked. "I am beginning to doubt whether my past actions were correct."

"You asked the wrong person, Steve." Natasha Romanoff closed her eyes tightly, her temples twitching. "If possible, put these bad things aside for now. We have to talk to our old friends about political asylum. You are a symbol of the American spirit in the hearts of many people. Not many people know that you have defected. I believe that now The White House has launched a public relations process. By the time of prime time and midnight political shows, you will transform from a hero and symbol of justice that attracts worldwide attention to a despicable defector, an evil created to destroy the United States since World War II. Biochemical weapons. Your past achievements will turn into shame, and you will change from a positive character to the ultimate villain defeated over and over again in Hollywood movies and games. They are so afraid of you because your traitor represents God and lied to the United States. The White House will then claim it was deceived, and all the news anchors will repeat what the White House said over and over again until the lie becomes reality."

Steve Rogers was silent. He had never seen Natasha Romanoff so upset.

"I'm sorry." She let out a long breath, "I'm just a little confused about our prospects. The media's slander, the CIA's assassination, the White House's political pressure, and other methods that the United States has used on politicians in other countries have all been used by you. To try it yourself, you have to make sure that our friend is willing to bear more economic sanctions for you, and the value you show must far exceed the price he has to pay."

"You don't know the details, Xiaona. I believe he is ready. I may have been involved in his cause longer than you think. As I said to him, we are ultimately fighting for justice. It’s not the hegemony of some people.” Steve Rogers laughed, “I believe we won’t be shot down by anti-aircraft missiles when we enter Latvinia’s airspace, and I will still be of use to him.”

After more than three hours of sailing, the Quinjet finally entered a safe airspace in a substantial sense after changing its route several times to hide its traces. The process of sending the air defense identification code was quite fast, but it was a heavy burden for the Quinjet's computer. Two fighter jets that no one else had ever seen approached rapidly from high altitude, and then slowed down to escort the Quinjet. fighter jets enter a new route.

“The most difficult part of implementing the law is reminding others of the basis for implementing the law.”

Perhaps because of the air defense identification code, the radio in the Quinjet fighter began to automatically play Latvinia's current broadcast channel as soon as it entered Latvinia's airspace, as if some program had been implanted in the Quinjet fighter's computer. . Bucky Barnes is full of curiosity about this place that was Romania not long ago. Not long ago, he was hiding and hunting here. Now it has a different name, and even the government has changed. He had heard the radio host's voice, one of the few private programs he could listen to for free when he was hiding in a rental house.

"We can talk about Tirana, the once sinful city. Before the emperor came, there were hundreds of thousands of guns and tens of millions of bullets in the hands of civilians in Tirana. Albanians even regarded shooting as A means of celebration. Can you imagine how many shootings occurred every day in Tirana before the new law was implemented, and how many gangs with weapons were entrenched? In the countryside of the Albanian province outside Tirana, there were many shootings every day. How many people died at gunpoint? How many children were thrown on smuggling ships bound for Western Europe and the United States? The emperor’s order to the Albanian province was armed purge. It sounds terrible, but I can tell you that as a military police officer The department's legislators' armored vehicles were attacked by RPGs when they first drove into Tirana, because those Albanian gangsters did not want the emperor to take away their guns and their tools of crime to harm others."

The host's voice became excited, even startling Bucky who was listening to the radio.

“Can you imagine, friends, what the Emperor’s orders have given us? From Tirana to the remotest villages, the Emperor’s superhuman armies destroyed fortifications, captured spies and criminals, overthrew mountains, destroyed rivers, and destroyed rivers with steel. Such determination removes all obstacles that keep us from living a peaceful and prosperous life. Thousands of gangsters are massacred, corrupt officials kneel before armored vehicles begging for mercy from the emperor, and foreign tycoons suck our blood and wealth into our bodies with kisses The soldiers' boots begged them to take the muzzles away from their heads! They paid the price for their past actions, and all sins were judged under the guns of the emperor and the army..."

The official language of Latvinia is now Latin, and Romanian is also recognized as a language derived from Vulgar Latin. It’s just that not many people in the Quinjet can understand the Romanian spoken by the host. Only Natasha Romanov can speak fluently in popular Latin with an accent.

"What's on the radio?" Falcon Sam Wilson asked curiously. He couldn't understand the language here.

"Probably to advocate for the rulers." Bucky Barnes blinked and said with interest, "I have a hunch that this place will change a lot."

Bucky Barnes's judgment was correct. When the Latvian military tower asked the Quinjet to lower its altitude, the few people on the plane who were still awake saw the scenery outside the porthole. Today, infrastructure is being built all over Latvinia. Huge factories are rising from the ground. Eco-cities built around the factories are being built in an orderly manner, and there are busy figures everywhere. After more than an hour of sailing, the Quinjet finally arrived at the core of Latvinia. Natasha Romanov piloted the Quinjet and parked it on an apron specially built for large aircraft. Vakkan The master's aircraft was escorted by the gunboat to another landing pad.

The roar of the elevator sounded, and the huge apron slowly sank into the ground. The team escaping from Germany stood on the apron and felt the hot wind blowing from below. The dark shaft was filled with starry sky-like lamps. After a while, the lift platform slowly stopped. A young blond woman in simple clothes and tightly tied hair was holding documents and standing in front of the steel bridge leading to the main body of the building, waiting for them. Medical staff in protective suits passed by them, boarded the plane and carried the injured onto a stretcher.

"I am Diana Lister, secretary of the Government Affairs Council and director of the administrative execution department. I would like to greet you all." The blond woman said expressionlessly. She gave a perfunctory wave of her hand to show both her propriety and her impatience with the group. "Please come with me, gentlemen and ladies. You will be comfortably entertained in the drawing room and the wounded will receive proper medical care."

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