Marvel: Saint Seiya Starting with the Reality Stone.

He must obtain the Mind Scepter before it is located at a known address within Sokovia.

By the time Mike emerged from Václav Havel Airport in Prague, it was already 5:00 AM local time.

It was still dark.

It's not working properly.

Darkness is the perfect time to do bad things.

For example, crossing borders.

Sokovia is a small country surrounded by the Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Austria. Logically speaking, given Sokovia's internal turmoil, these three countries should at least send humanitarian aid.

The work is done on the top of the list.

The Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Austria not only offered no assistance, but each erected two-meter-high barbed wire fences along their own borders and increased patrols to prevent Sokovia refugees from entering their respective countries.

When Mike arrived at the border, all he saw was a tall barbed wire fence, a 360-degree incandescent light on the sentry post that could turn night into day, and patrolling soldiers.

This defensive measure virtually eliminates any possibility for any Sokovian refugee to cross the border into their respective countries.

But this didn't stump Mike.

Mike withdrew his gaze from the Czech soldiers who were walking towards him in the distance, and his figure disappeared from the spot. A golden-red light flashed in the darkness for less than a moment before he had already crossed the two-meter-high barbed wire fence.

next second.

When Mike reappeared, he was already standing on Sokovia's territory.

The gem of the soul.

I am coming!

……

81. Sokovia!

Sokovia's capital, Novigrad, is about 80 kilometers from the Czech border.

However, there were no roads along the way, only canyons, mountains, and barren forests. As a small country plagued by internal strife, the roads around the capital were already indescribable, let alone expecting them to build a road to the border.

Sokovia didn't care.

In a word.

Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who wear shoes.

I've seen poor relatives go to rich relatives' houses to freeload, but I've never seen a rich relative go to a poor relative's house.

Therefore, Sokovia's border defense pressure does not lie with Sokovia itself; they are even too lazy to gradually strengthen their own border defense forces.

Because their border defense pressure was entirely taken over by their three wealthy relatives, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, and Austria.

what?

These three aren't actually very wealthy.

In comparison, compared to Sokovia, which had no oil but had mineral resources, but whose investment was higher than its returns, these three are like wealthy relatives.

In short, there is no road that can be called a road from the border to Novigrad, the capital of Sokovia, which is 80 kilometers away.

But Mike still only took five minutes.

The answer is supersonic movement.

High mountains and jungles, treacherous canyons—none of them exist in front of the Saint Seiya.

Mike traversed mountains and valleys, using the shortest route between two points—a straight line—to arrive outside Novigrad, the capital of Sokovia, at top speed.

It was already dawn.

Mike walked into the capital city, where most of the buildings still retained their medieval features. Surprisingly, he did not see the city in ruins due to the war. Although the atmosphere of the city was tense, it still had a sense of life.

There are pedestrians walking on the street.

Vehicles were also driving by on the road.

The shops along the roadside gradually opened for business after the start of the new day, seemingly unaffected by the war.

Think about it.

The internal turmoil in Sokovia did not happen overnight, nor was it a matter of a month or two; it lasted for years.

So, in this process, the civilians of Sokovia have become accustomed to this pattern.

Novigrad is, after all, the capital of Sokovia. Whoever occupies it must ensure that the order of the capital is not too greatly affected by the war.

after all……

Whether a country's capital is in chaos or not is a key factor in determining whether the people or organizations who take over the city can legally govern.

Instead of immediately heading to Hydra's stronghold to find Baron Strucker, Mike stood on the streets of Sokovia's capital, listened for a while to the conversations between several Sokovian locals walking by or across the street, and then walked over to a breakfast stall.

next second.

Under the owner's watchful eye, he quickly glanced at the menu in front of him, then ordered several breakfasts in fluent Sokovian from the owner, who was looking at him with a hint of wariness.

really.

Sharing the same language is the best way to bring two strangers closer together.

The shop owner's wariness vanished instantly after Mike spoke fluent Sokovian, replaced by a bright smile. He turned to prepare breakfast for Mike while chatting with him with a hint of curiosity.

"When I first saw you, I thought you were from out of town. You just came back from somewhere else."

"Yes."

Mike didn't even blink: "I used to study in Paris."

Don't ask him why he said Paris instead of New York.

one more time.

Americans are not welcome here at all, after all, in the hearts of the Sokovians, the war in their homeland was started by the Americans.

And that is indeed the case.

The major arms dealers in the US always need a place to sell their weapons, and even Stark's arms have sold a lot of their weapons here.

and so--

If Mike said he went to America, then for the shop owner, it would be tantamount to betraying his own country.

Paris is different.

Although France is bad, at least it sells its weapons to the Sokovian government forces.

Upon hearing this, the shop owner became even more curious.

"Weren't all flights grounded? How did you get back?"

There's always a way.

As Mike took the plate prepared by the shop owner, he said, "My mother is sick, so I had to find a way to come back. My name is Mike. I just got back here. My friend will take me back to Vernov this afternoon."

Vernov is also a city in Sokovia, but it is located north of the capital Novigrad, about fifty kilometers away.

Upon hearing this, the last trace of wariness in the shop owner's eyes completely disappeared, and he smiled and nodded, introducing himself: "Wols."

After all, how bad can a filial child be?

Mike then offered his blessing to the shop owner in Sokovian, and then, carrying his tray, went to sit down in an empty seat in the shop.

The food on the plate was very simple.

Two slices of black bread made from local Kosovar rye, freshly fried by the shop owner, spread with goat cheese and hot pepper sauce, a few slices of pickled cucumber, and then a cup of strong coffee.

Then Mike started eating.

After all, he had taken a flight of nearly fifteen hours to get here. Although there were meals on the plane, some time had already passed.

In addition, he just ran 80 kilometers in only five minutes.

And it is indeed time for breakfast now.

That's why he didn't immediately run to the Hydra's fortress outside Novigrad.

Well known.

You can only work when you're full; you can't work on an empty stomach.

However, the breakfast at this shop is indeed quite delicious.

After taking a bite of the black bread in his hand, Mike raised an eyebrow and then took a second bite.

He ate his breakfast slowly and deliberately, while looking out at the street through the restaurant window.

As Mike's coffee dwindled, the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the streets outside gradually increased. If you only looked at it this way, you wouldn't know that the city was currently under complete lockdown.

The pedestrians on the street looked normal. For them, whether there was a war or not was irrelevant; living each day well was what they needed to care about.

It was at this moment that...

The shop door was pushed open once again.

next second.

The sound was carried in by pedestrians walking in from outside.

Good morning, Uncle Worth!

Good morning, Pietro!

"..."

82. Quicksilver Pietro!

Pietro?

Mike, who was sitting by the window in the shop, drinking his coffee, suddenly heard a somewhat familiar name and subconsciously looked up in the direction from which the voice came.

into the eye.