Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1114 (Second Update)

"Close your eyes until you feel you've arrived at your destination," Diana Lister said routinely. "Teleportation has no concept of time; the time your body perceives is inaccurate. Sometimes it's just a moment, sometimes it feels like an eternity. You may hear unusual sounds during the teleportation. Do not respond and always remember your situation. If anyone gets lost, we will not be responsible for rescue; if you are lost, you are lost forever."

"I don't understand. I thought you would give us a form with hundreds of lines of text. At least explain the technical terms."

Diana Lister didn't bother answering the silly question. "Your destination is near the Arctic Circle," she said. "We've already set the coordinates, and we can set off now."

"Start copying," Heinrich Zemo shouted.

The black-armored giant, strolling in a dark corner of the military base, heard him. Zemo looked up at the guards watching him intently, and after receiving permission, he took out his laptop and adapter, plugging the hard drive into the universal reader. Although his heavy winter clothing slowed his movements, he quickly found the file he needed and copied it to his laptop. After doing this, he handed the hard drive to the guards. "I have one more task to do." Under the scrutinizing gaze of the guards, Heinrich Zemo slowly drew his pistol from his waist. His movements were quite gentle, trying to avoid the golden-armored giant swinging his halberd. "Don't be nervous, this thing won't hurt you. See that ice tank? There are a few Winter Soldier in there; I think it's better if they're dead."

“No, they’re coming with us.” The briefcase beside the guard was crammed with hard drives. Constantine pointed his armored finger at the laptop Heinrich Zemo was using. “This computer needs to be destroyed after use, absolutely. I’ll provide explosives that can be placed near the hard drives; the controller will be in your hands.”

"If the Avengers came here, whether it's Steve Rogers or Tony Stark, they'd find the freezer empty, they'd find these super assassins gone. What would they do? They'd search, they'd hunt, and eventually they'd trace it back to you." Zemo shrugged. He didn't look at the Imperial Guard, but at the black-armored giant half-hidden in the darkness. Zemo had already figured out who was in charge along the way. Although the black-armored giant wasn't as imposing as the Imperial Guard, he controlled all the actions, not only because of the golden laurel wreath on his skull helmet, but also because his body language exuded nonchalance.

This is the uninhabited region of Siberia, surrounded by permafrost and snow for a thousand kilometers around. No one can remain relaxed here, at least not an ordinary person. "If you're willing, I don't mind, as long as it doesn't affect our deal."

"There won't be any leads," Constantine said. "This won't affect the deal."

"As you wish."

Emperor Latvian squinted, watching Heinrich Zemo slowly pull up the battered door of the bunker, blocking the wind and snow blowing into the underground. In the vicinity of the Arctic Circle, hypothermia is the leading cause of death, but Zemo had obtained everything he wanted; the place he was about to hide in would not allow him to suffer from the cold.

"Arnim Zola might be the first genetic engineer in human history, I mean, in modern scientific history. Someone that intelligent would never stake his entire future on S.H.I.E.L.D., and the S.H.I.E.L.D. base in New Jersey isn't the only hiding place." He tapped the hard drive in his briefcase, a broad smile on his face. The Winter Soldier units taken from the refrigerated display cases were now piled in the snowmobile's cargo bed. These Winter Soldier units could help the intelligence agencies rebuild the radical Hydra's intelligence network and strengthen Latvinia's control over the top levels of the United States. This was the only legacy the Immortal City hadn't inherited from S.H.I.E.L.D. Nick Fury could use just a little bit of information to get the Security Council and Congress to make concessions; Latvinia could get the conservative Hydra family to do the same.

"A copy of the thought process algorithm and all the secrets of the radical Hydra are enough for this program to reconstruct Arnim Zola's consciousness. It's clever, but not clever enough. While parasites rarely have a big-picture view, they at least know not to let their hosts die, something even politicians who control the human brain don't have. Just like how drug use is harmful to health, the brain is aware of it, but parasites cherish their bodies even more than the brain does. It would be dark humor if, after the Dark Tyrant's fleet arrives, we had to rely on these parasites to protect humanity."

“Things won’t be that bad, my lord,” Constantine said. “By then, they will flock to your banner, for they will find that only you can keep them alive, that only your preparations can sustain human civilization. Our mission is over. The representatives of the Sokovia Accords have already split on objective grounds, and soon they will split on subjective grounds as well. The Sokovia Accords will absolutely not be re-signed. When the Regent arrives at the United Nations headquarters to speak, a new order will be established. We have won.”

"Don't make it sound so easy, Constantine. Bearing the weight of so many lives on your shoulders is no easy task. My heart isn't cold enough to watch others die. Though it's moving in that direction, I hope it comes slowly. There's too much death in this world, and too much mercy from me." There was no one else in the snowmobile. The heater, turned on to accommodate Heinrich Zemo, was turned off, and the air inside grew increasingly cold, condensation forming on the windows. The Latvian Emperor removed his helmet, his raven-feather-like black hair cascading down to his equally black shoulder armor. Such a temperature had no effect on him or the special humans like the Royal Guard. He reached out to the Royal Guard, exhaling puffs of white mist.

"Give me the data panel. I want to see Tony Stark's location and Steve Rogers' location. Oh, right!" A mischievous smile suddenly appeared on his face, his eyes reflecting a glimmer like obsidian. Constantine knew immediately upon seeing this expression that the monarch was about to make another ridiculous joke. The Royal Guard was on high alert, because he knew that if he didn't stop him in time and come up with a very reasonable excuse, the monarch would really do something ridiculously absurd, like hanging a pink cat charm on the lower edge of the shoulder armor of this black power armor and claiming that it was on the advice of a witch. "Tita suggested that I put a claw machine in the Sorority's training academy as toys for the girls. She plans to fill it with chibi-style plush toys of me in that armor. Some of the girls in training have given me sketches, and I think the best first version is the one where I'm riding on the back of the chubby, short-legged Pegasus, and there's a glowing sword in that picture! That's really great, what do you think?"

"NO!"

"Activate stealth!" Tony Stark suddenly opened his eyes and shouted.

"You're currently just a bird on the radar, sir, and you've already given the repeat instruction," Friday calmly replied. "As long as we don't overlap with commercial airliner routes, no one will notice us. That's what happened when we crossed the Sea of ​​Japan; the Japan Maritime Self-Defense Force didn't stop us. Given that our destination is close to the Arctic Circle, I suggest you activate the life support system's heating function now to maintain the temperature of your extremities, sir. Here is your sleep quality report for this session; would you like to check it?"

"I take the suggestion. No need for the report; sleeping in armor won't improve my sleep quality." Tony Stark sighed. "Was I being too reckless? This is no man's land."

"Sir, your extracorporeal water has been circulated, and the minimum power supply has been set. The life support system and extracorporeal circulation system can ensure that you will not die from a lack of essential human components until you reach the nearest human settlement."

"External water circulation? When was the last time it was cleaned... Never mind, don't remind me, I really regret creating this feature!" Tony Stark looked down at the endless snow, permafrost, and exposed black rocks. "You told me before that satellite reconnaissance detected a car in the mountains near the target location?"

"Yes, sir. But the vehicle markings are now missing, most likely buried under snow."

"Let's go take a look."

"The route is being planned, the route has been determined, and navigation is underway."

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(End of this chapter)