One thousand one hundred and eighth chapter snow long distance
This is not because the others abandoned her, but because they had discussed their strategy on the Quinjet. Regardless of whether they would return to Western society, Steve Rogers hopes to clear Bucky Barnes's grievances , to obtain Wakanda's understanding. One of them must stay as a hostage, so that Latovinia can believe that the others will 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 opportunities 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 wanted to know her. It was clear what she said and what she wanted to do. 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 suited her. The level of harshness was even more severe than Intrusive inspection procedures in some prisons housing felons.
She turned on the TV and washed with half-closed eyes in the voice of the news anchor. After washing, she put on a nineteenth-century style casual dress in the closet. This was already the most suitable clothes for action in the closet. Other clothes are not too late. The dress was a heavier palace dress. Although there was no such thing as a corset, the white lace that decorated the cuffs and neckline and the wide skirt still made her quite irritated, not to mention the luxurious jewelry prepared for her. She was really I don’t know if these collections from the Latvian royal family would rather be displayed in museums 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 these jewels as appropriate compensation, which meant that these priceless jewels were hers. But Natasha Romanov didn't like it very much, she liked it more Ordinary, easy-to-move clothes, not like a dress hanger full of jewelry.
Hammurabi waited in the drawing 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. People rarely see the Janissaries taking off their armor, and Natasha Romanov is no exception. It was found that the Praetorian Guard's combat boots dug deeply into the Bohemian carpet, and the wooden floor of the Praetorian Guard made an overwhelmed moan with every step he took. "Your master will not want to keep me imprisoned here," he said. 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 doesn't care about other things. There is no way he would let me stay here for no reason."
"My Lord has other plans for you, Ms. Romanov." Hammurabi said euphemistically. He seemed to realize that if he continued to stay here, he would cause inevitable damage to the expensive wooden floor, so he had to He spoke faster so that he could leave 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 will All your promises will be fulfilled, and you will get the peaceful life you dream of."
Natasha Romanov crossed her arms and opened them slowly and asked. "How old are you? What is your real age?" She said, "I heard your master boast that you Guardsmen are immortal.
Life is 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 Guardsman 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 allow matter to cross 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?
What about the night? Order will break down and no man 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. Romanov, 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. Don't 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 in the car. "I didn't expect him.
His talent for pretentiousness is so high, maybe I should send him to negotiate instead of letting those former politicians attend the cocktail party? I believe that if this is done, many contracts will be reached as quickly as possible. Is it a bit unfair to keep him in the royal city?
Too suitable?"
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.
Traces. If the filming process goes well, in five hours Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes will arrive in Vladivostok via teleportation, and then arrive there via the same path they took before.
Secret military 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, even if there were piles of hot red wine around him.
It couldn't warm his heart even a little bit.
"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 such strong psychological endurance." Salomon disconnected the internal communication and switched to the external communication mode.
The sound-generating unit transmits sound outward. "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 got close to 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 can freeze. No
Without fuel, heating equipment, or transportation, the consequences of entering uninhabited land rashly are death.
"I will let you copy 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 holding a giant sword in the co-pilot, knowing that he was not qualified to negotiate terms. "
But please abide by my agreement with you and do not interfere too much."
"Mr. Zemo, our goal is to get the hard drive recording the mission, and 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 know, 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 eyepieces on the skull visor to Heinrich Zemo. "She still has some difficulty swallowing, and the doctor said it was due to a mental disorder.
.Although she looks like a normal person in appearance, she has become accustomed to a life of eating liquid food. After all, she did not have a real chin or tongue for a long time before, and she also had it after the autologous clone transplant surgery.
I was able to eat liquid food for a long time. The automatic surgical machine has tried its best to repair 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. Did you see it? This is a Praetorian Guard." Salomon pointed at Constantine. Facing Zemo's puzzled gaze, he said, "There is a place where he appears.
It means that the organization is determined to win this mission, and no one can stop him, not even Hulk or Thor."