Chapter 1112 Chapter 1108 Long Distance in the Snow (Second Update)

This was not because the others had abandoned her, but because they had discussed their strategy on the Quinjet. Regardless of whether they return to Western society, Steve Rogers hopes to clear Bucky Barnes's grievances and gain Wakanda's forgiveness. One of them must have stayed behind as a hostage to make Latovinia believe that the others would return to Latovinia after going to Siberia to investigate the truth.

Originally Bucky Barnes wanted to be a hostage, but Natasha Romanoff volunteered and decided to stay. She believed that with her friendship with the Emperor of Latovinia and her knowledge of Latovinia, she could find an opportunity. By gathering information, she can still find a chance to escape even if the others don't come back.

This idea was a good idea, but her plan was shattered as soon as she arrived in Latovinia. She was taken to her room without even having a few words with the Emperor of Latovinia, as if the Emperor of Latovinia had no idea about her. What you say and what you want to do are clear in your mind. Her equipment was confiscated, her communication equipment was searched and taken away by the sisterhood, and even her tight leather clothes were taken away by the girls, leaving only the underwear that fit her. The severity was even more stringent than the invasive inspection procedures of some prisons for felons. .

She turned on the TV, washing with half-closed eyes as the news anchor's voice sounded. After washing, she put on a nineteenth-century style casual dress in the closet. This is already the most action-friendly piece of clothing in the wardrobe. The other items of clothing are either evening gowns or heavier palace costumes. Although there was no such thing as a corset, the white lace that adorned the cuffs and neckline and the wide skirt still made her quite irritated, not to mention the luxurious jewelry prepared for her. She really didn't know that these were once used by the Latvian royal family. Would the collection prefer to be exhibited in a museum or hung on her body?

Perhaps the Emperor of Latvinia also believed that just a luxurious bedroom could not imprison an agile lady, so he chose to use this sweet method to restrict her movements - there is a copy of Latvinia in the jewelry collection cabinet A handwritten letter from the emperor, in which he referred to the jewels as suitable compensation, meaning that these priceless jewels were hers. It's just that Natasha Romanoff doesn't like it very much. She prefers ordinary clothes that are easy to move around, rather than like a dress hanger full of jewelry.

Hammurabi waited in the living room for a long time. When Natasha Romanov walked out of the bedroom, he praised her taste in the clothes she chose in a very polite tone.

"When can I leave here?" She raised her head, interrupting Hammurabi's perfunctory greeting. Ordinary people rarely see the Praetorian Guards taking off their armor, and Natasha Romanov is no exception. She found that the Praetorian Guards' boots were deeply sunk into the Bohemian carpet, and every time the Praetorian Guards walked The wooden floor groans under the weight of one step. "Your master doesn't want to keep me imprisoned here all the time. This is not in line with his style. As far as I know, he is the kind of person who finds a use for one thing and then ignores other people. He can't let me go free. There’s no reason to be here.”

"My lord has other plans for you, Lady Romanov." Hammurabi said tactfully. He also seemed to realize that if he continued to stay here, he would cause inevitable damage to the expensive wooden floor, so he had to speak faster to get out of the room as soon as possible. However, due to etiquette requirements, he could only stand here and finish his words. "The reason why I stay here is to express my lord's importance to you. Soon my lord's promises will be fulfilled, and you will have the peaceful life you dream of."

Natasha Romanoff asked, folding her arms and opening them slowly. "What's your age? What's your real age?" she said. "I heard your master boast that you guards are immortal beings and are not limited by aging and disease."

"Yes, based on Earth's time and excluding the transformation process, it is about two hundred and thirteen years." Hammurabi said, "The first stage of training takes almost twenty years, and the chance of survival is only one thousandth. .”

"This is impossible. As far as I know, it has only been a year since the first Praetorian Guard appeared."

"Don't use Earth's time to measure the time of other galaxies. Madam, my Lord's ability can completely turn back time and move matter across the galaxy. You and your partners in the Avengers have always regarded my Lord as a magician. But in fact, my Lord's ability is far beyond your imagination." Hammurabi pointed out the window, "What if my Lord makes this planet rotate according to his orders? What if my Lord stretches out his palm to block the sun and plunges a country into eternity? Where is the night? Order will break down and no one will kneel before his throne. This country - Latovinia - exists only because of the mercy of our Lord, who plays by the rules of the mortal game rather than by his power. Come and build an empire. Ms. Romanoff, you have always thought that our Lord is a mortal like you, but that is just a mortal's vision that cannot understand his abilities and kindness. Do not question him, madam, because he is always right."

“Did you hear how Hammurabi boasted?”

The Emperor of Latvinia laughed loudly in the armored car. Ice and snow accumulated in the gaps in his armor and then melted due to the heat generated by the machinery. The ends of the armor condensed into ice and finally melted into water droplets dripping on the car. "I didn't expect his talent for pretentiousness to be so high. Maybe I should send him to negotiate instead of letting those original politicians attend the reception? I believe that if this is done, many contracts will be reached as quickly as possible and he will stay. Is there something inappropriate in the royal city?"

However, Constantine was not as relaxed as his master. His eyes were fixed on the satellite positioning and the extremely low visibility ice fog in front of the vehicle. His palms were firmly holding the steering wheel of the snow armored vehicle, leaving a long track behind him. trace. If the filming process goes well, in five hours Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes will arrive in Vladivostok via teleportation, and then reach the secret military location via the same path they took before. base.

This is destined to be an extremely difficult journey. Without this mortal beside them, they would have no way of knowing the location of their destination. There was no smile on Heinrich Zemo's face, and even the piles of hot red wine around him couldn't warm his heart.

"He is telling the truth, my lord." Constantine said solemnly, "I don't think there is anything wrong with telling the truth."

"Perhaps Hammurabi is a bit exaggerated. I don't want him to scare people with those things. Ordinary people don't have that strong psychological endurance." Salomon disconnected the internal communication and switched to external communication mode. The sound-generating unit transmits sound to the outside. "Mr. Zemo, how long will it take for us to reach our destination?"

"About three hours." Zemo said with a cold face.

He had always objected to Latovinia sending personnel to interfere with the mission, but when he was approaching his destination, he had to apply for support because without suitable transportation, he simply could not go deep into Siberia, a place where even gasoline could freeze. Without fuel, heating equipment, or transportation, the consequences of entering uninhabited land rashly are death.

"I will let you make a copy of the information." He looked at the three-meter-tall giant in the driver's seat of the snow armored vehicle and the soldier in black armor and carrying a giant sword in the co-pilot, knowing that he was not qualified to negotiate terms. "But please follow my agreement with you and don't interfere too much."

"Mr. Zemo, our goal is to get the hard drive recording the mission. We will not meddle in other people's business." Salomon asked with interest. "As far as I know, you refused the evacuation method arranged by the organization. Tell me, How can you see your wife if you are captured? The organization will not send troops to rescue you from the Americans. It would be a waste of resources."

"You know my wife?"

"Of course I do, Mrs. Zemo. She works very hard."

"You know that's not what I want to ask."

"Oh, oh, I understand!" Salomon adjusted his sitting posture and turned the ruby-colored eyepiece on the skull visor to Heinrich Zemo. "She still has some difficulty swallowing. The doctor said it is because of a mental disorder. Although she looks like a normal person on the outside, she is used to a life of eating liquid food. After all, she has been eating liquids for a long time. There is no real jaw and tongue, and you will be able to eat liquid food for a long time after the autologous clone transplantation surgery. The automatic surgical machine has tried its best to make up for the wound, but you have to know that this is not an easy task."

"I don't understand." Zemo raised his head and looked over the back of the towering driver's seat at the armored giant in the rearview mirror. "The biggest purpose of that mission record is to completely split the Avengers. This purpose will soon be over." It will be achieved, why do you still need it?”

"This is not something you and I can know. See, this is a Praetorian Guard." Salomon pointed at Constantine. Facing Zemo's puzzled look, he said, "Wherever he appears, it means that the organization is determined to win this mission. No one can stop him, not even Hulk or Thor."

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