Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 1049 Chapter [-] The meeting begins (first change)
Apart from the "hang all Latvinian royal family" decision, there is nothing worthy of criticism for the policy of the King of Latvinia.The advantage of having a wise dictator is that everything is not delayed for a moment by short-sighted fools. Salomon has long seen the political value of Latvinia and ordered a public execution without hesitation. There are no exceptions from legitimate sons to illegitimate children.Except for those who were too young to be trained by Salomon (in fact, they were sent to the reform room of the Imperial Guard to participate in the reform) or thrown to the sisterhood, the clean and neat massacre completely avoided a series of troubles that might be encountered later. For example, absurd things like "the illegitimate son of the royal family in exile" were found in a certain valley.Latvinia doesn't have the glassy-eyed reporters and loads of dumb questions that some rivals employ, so no one cares what happens after the execution of the Latvinian royal family. "What's going on with you." Natasha Romanov stretched out her fingers and circled, "Your ability?"

Salomon knew what she was referring to.

"It's my essence, my soul, and I've accepted it a long time ago but rarely showed it. From the current situation, this situation has been alleviated very quickly, although I don't like it." He said After joking, she poured Natasha a cup of espresso vodka made from the espresso capsules she took out of the capsule coffee machine, which is suitable for drinking after meals. "If you drink a little more, you'll feel better, and sometimes I find this ability repulsive."

Natasha took the nearly frozen wine but did not continue to ask. If Salomon wanted to say something, he would have told her.

"Experience in the jacuzzi?"

"Of course, there are still a few hours before the meeting, so you can take a good rest."

The meeting did not affect the lives of the Viennese. Helmut Zemo drove along Highway 14 from Lower Austria to Vienna. After a short break, he continued to drive the car he rented with a false identity. The van crossed the artificial island Danube from Brigitnaur Bridge to the small peninsula southwest of Danube City, and finally stopped in the Brigitte Bay area.During this period, he was not checked or stopped, as if it was just an ordinary day, and he knew that unless he drove across the Papswiese Danube Park and the Danube Park, and arrived directly at the Vienna International Center and its surrounding complexes, he would not be able to Too likely to run into any security guards—it was a van carrying office supplies, with UNDIO passes pasted on the windows, and the UNDIO building next to the Vienna State Center belongs to the One-third of the United Nations complex.

As long as there is no extremely detailed search, the vehicle driven by Helmut Zemo can be swaggeringly parked at the target location, but he knows that it is absolutely impossible for him to encounter such a thing. The flaws in the conference's security process are well known, down to the price of every pen on the office supply list.

The purchase price of the UN is more than double the market price, which means that the owner of this company has somehow reached an agreement with the purchasers in this building, so the security personnel will relax the drivers who deliver the goods to some extent Be vigilant, which is why Helmut Zemo chose to disguise his target.The action plan sent by the organization even suggested that he could go to the nearby Uno cafe to have a cup of hot tea after parking the van at the designated location. There is also a detailed menu in the appendix.Zemo always thought that the person who wrote this suggestion was joking, until he did the preliminary field scouting and found out that he could really choose this route during the evacuation and still have time to buy a hot drink.And the escape vehicle he was going to use had already been driven to the parking space of the Danube Church by some unknown means a day ago, and he had paid a large amount of parking fees, which was enough to last until He's done.

"It's so sweet." Helmut Zemo muttered, stuffing the mobile phone used for the mission that was showing the remaining parking time into his pocket, and then showed his ID to the gate guard.At this moment, he didn't put on that mask, but just used conventional means of makeup to avoid detection by surveillance cameras and security personnel. "Huber is sick, and I will replace him at work today." He smiled and said to the gatekeeper in fluent German, "There is nothing to complain about, the old drunkard's money is now mine."

"Have you... well, don't let others see it." Natasha Romanov swallowed her words again when she saw the Washington Post's press credentials that Salomon took out.She glanced at some unlucky guy who had been kicked out because he couldn't produce a pass, and realized that the Washington Post wouldn't get the news this time, but Salomon was very pleased with his prank. "Where are you going to stand. Back or side."

Salomon pointed in a direction where he could see all the dignitaries at the meeting. "The Washington Post cameraman is there, I'll meet him later," he said. "The Washington Post always finds a good spot, so that's why I approached the reporter and stole his pass." .To be honest, the process is not difficult, and it can even be said to be a bit simple.”

"You are not a real reporter." Natasha Romanov first signed the document brought by a nervous staff member, and Salomon also signed another document he pretended to be lives of journalists. "And here are all the dignitaries of various countries, this is a very serious occasion."

"It's a bureaucratic ceremony, Natasha. And the photographer doesn't know who the reporter is. He hasn't met the reporter. I did the research." Salomon shrugged, showing no concern.Natasha has never been able to understand the way of thinking of the person in front of him. He doesn't seem to worry about the consequences of being discovered by others as a reporter, as if this meeting is some kind of interesting game. "Hey, my dear friend." Salomon greeted someone suddenly, "I hope you won't feel uncomfortable because of the discriminatory eyes of some people here."

"We envisioned this situation when we decided to pretend to be external, and you can guess that when we encounter this situation, we will only find it funny." Wakanda Prince T'Challa said with a smile.He shook hands with Salomon, then looked at Natasha beside Salomon. "Given your performance in Congress last time, it seems that you are very suitable for this kind of occasion."

"It's all an illusion. I don't like being the focus at all." Natasha also shook hands with T'Challa.She had heard from Salomon that he was an Oxford classmate with the Prince of Wakanda a long time ago. Although he was a little short compared to Salomon, T'Challa still looked personable.She didn't realize that the sense of existence of Salomon around her had been weakened to the point where ordinary people might skip it at a glance. She didn't even realize that Salomon's height and appearance were likely to be in the The International Center drew attention, and it wasn't something she could forget about with a cup of coffee, vodka and a steaming jacuzzi.However, now her thoughts are only ready to meet the topic from Wakanda - in the last mission led by Steve Rogers, several Wakanda were killed and killed by coincidence, Natasha thinks T'Challa will speak Test whether she will fulfill the agreement, how many members of the Avengers will perform the agreement, and whether the government will try to monitor the Avengers and other issues.She didn't like the way T'Challa meant something, but she was ready to take the blame.T'Challa didn't touch on that topic, however, and skipped it on purpose.

"I'm glad you could come, Miss Romanov."

"Why? Don't you support ratification of this agreement?"

"I support the agreement. But from a political point of view, I don't really support it. The efficiency of the two people is higher than that of a hundred people here." T'Challa pointed to the people participating in the meeting and said, "This The deal was delayed for three years and I can imagine what happened. I knew the bureaucratic style when I was studying at Oxford, and it doesn't look like it will improve."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)