Superman of the American Comics

It was two hours after Baron Strack learned that the collective farm had been invaded and the winter soldiers had been taken away.

Change to the old Hydra, it only takes 40 minutes at most.

This fully reflects the lack of strength of the disabled party and is completely unable to spread a wide and timely intelligence network.

Two hours before turning the clock back, Baron Strack had been safely in the Savior tower, considering Leviathan's suggestion - that is, a face-to-face conversation with Superman.

The other party has expressed this meaning and asked Natasha to convey it.

Whether Leviathan or Hydra, we have to make a choice.

It is unwise and dangerous to test Superman's patience.

Moreover, the use of countless means is not comparable to a serious and sincere positive exchange.

The only thing that Baron Strack should worry about is probably personal safety.

If Superman has the idea of fishing law enforcement, he wants to catch all the Hydras.

Then he's sending it to the door. It's sheer idiocy.

"ZEMO, what do you think the human God wants to do?"

Baron Strack put his hands on the table and looked at the generation of ZEMO sitting opposite.

The whole Hydra remnant party force, which he appreciates and entrusts with important tasks, is only the other party.

On the one hand, it is because ZEMO has the same origin as himself.

The SS, who participated in the moustache head of state, has no doubt about its loyalty to the organization.

On the other hand, Hydra has a serious brain drain and can't find any elites.

The scientists were packed and taken away by Dr. Zola and sent to the strategic science corps at that time.

Only the intelligence services were retained and integrated by Baron Strack.

"I'm not sure."

Daizemo shook his head.

He is not arrogant enough to think that he knows Superman like the back of his hand and can guess each other's psychological activities.

How ants guess the giant's mind.

This is the true portrayal of ZEMO's heart.

In different positions, the gap is too large.

The results of psychological analysis are naturally fallacious.

"Judging from the past work style of the human God, he often has amazing actions that are unexpected to the outside world, which is one of the reasons why I can't guess."

A generation of ZEMO wearing a purple mask paused, with some meaning of wanting to talk and stop.

Such behavior, reflected in the change of tone, was not surprised to be noticed by Baron Strack.

He held the monocle, frowned and said, "there is no one else here. You can say what you think. Don't hide it."

With the approval, a generation of ZEMO continued: "Baron, I think Superman can try since he conveys the message of meeting."

"Leaders of other Hydra factions, they refuse to break stereotypes, put down barriers, and are unwilling to work with you to rebuild a more perfect, stronger and more irresistible Hydra empire."

"They are not as broad-minded as you, Baron, as well as the foresight of their ancestors and the keen insight of the times..."

As subordinates, they must flatter their superiors before throwing out their opinions.

This is not only the hidden rule of the workplace, but also one of the wealth passwords for promotion and salary increase.

Baron Strack was very useful, even if he knew it was flattery.

But it sounds comfortable. People's pores open all over, and the corners of their mouths can't help smiling.

Speak more if you can!

"Leaders of other factions indulge in power and only care about their immediate interests. They are doomed to go not far."

Omitting hundreds of words of praise, Gen ZEMO then said: "if we can take the lead in connecting with Superman, get the other party's recognition, or even reach cooperation and promise some benefits, so as to obtain the support of the Divine Shield Bureau."

"In turn, use this support to gather the power of other factions into your hands, isn't that..."

ZEMO didn't make it very clear, but the meaning was obvious.

Use s.h.i.e.l.d. to deal with other hydras, hold Superman's thighs, and the future can be expected!

"This..."

Baron Strack frowned more closely and looked at a generation of ZEMO with strange eyes.

Isn't this guy the 25-year-old hidden inside the Hydra?

Trying to sell the organization to Superman?

Such thoughts flashed away and then disappeared.

Baron Strack shook his head gently.

ZEMO has done meritorious service and shed blood for Hydra. He shouldn't doubt each other so much.

The proposal seemed tempting, but it failed to impress Baron Strack.

"ZEMO, Hydra and Superman have unequal status and can't guarantee their own interests at all."

The bald Baron had a clear mind and was not biased, but worried.

"The result of unequal conversation can only be repeated concessions until everything is handed over."

ZEMO tilted his lips, as if he had a different opinion.

He believes that what Hydra has lost is nothing compared with the benefits it can get.

That's Superman!

The strongest voice in the world!

This is quite a once strong old enterprise, facing the world giant at its peak.

Continue to be proud, do not accept the acquisition, can only be beaten to death by the back wave on the beach.

Within the red Empire alone, there are brotherhoods and Leviathan organizations competing with themselves.

If you put it in the world, other Hydra factions and various local forces can overwhelm them.

Plus mutants, aliens, all kinds of aliens in the dark world, magicians and so on

Where is the living space of Baron Strack, a hydra?

But if you join the command of the world giants, you may have the opportunity and capital to make a comeback.

Endure for three years, and then grow silently and counter attack the upper position

ZEMO had the idea.

When he thought about this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tilt and show a strange smile.

"ZEMO, do you have a different opinion?"

Baron Strack's inquiry brought the crooked mouth zemora back to reality.

He shook his head again and again and denied, "I didn't think of this level, or did your Baron have a far-reaching vision."

The conversation reached an impasse.

The silence filled the room.

Until the telephone from Minsk rang, Baron Strack picked it up, and then his face changed from surprise to anger and then to depression in just a few seconds.

The conversation didn't last long. The bald Baron soon put down the microphone and collapsed into his seat.

This time, he even lost his last card and was not qualified to sit at the gambling table.

"Maybe you're right, ZEMO."

After a few minutes of silence, a touch of bitterness appeared in Baron Strack's eyes, and his ambition was watered down head-on by a ladle of cold water.

Losing the winter warrior is tantamount to losing the last hope of replicating Aryan Superman.

There is no bargaining chip to talk about cooperation with Leviathan. I'm afraid Taras, the spy leader, will attack himself soon.

"What happened?"

A generation of ZEMO whispered.

"Superman took away the winter warrior. This may be his signal or warning."

Baron Strack replied.

"He wants to tell us that Hydra has no choice. Either obey or... Die quietly like a red skeleton."

He waved his hand, as if dejected, and ordered a generation of ZEMO to say, "let Leviathan send a message, and we will accept the meeting."

"Tomorrow, in front of the tomb of Vladimir Ilyich ulyanov."

The latter nodded with a trace of joy on his face, without Baron Strack's depression at all.

Isn't it much better to follow Superman than to stay in the Soviet Union?

The emergence of a strong man will inevitably give birth to another power.

Maybe Superman doesn't have the idea of becoming a dictator, but it can't be denied that the world will be shrouded in his shadow sooner or later.

His voice will determine the pattern of a country and a continent. Everyone depends on his face.

"Invisible dictatorship, that's dictatorship!"

A generation of ZEMO thought so.

He left the room and stood on the Savior tower overlooking the Kremlin.

The new era belongs to Superman and the new Hydra.