The Imperial Guard raised the long halberd in front of her. When time came, she was allowed. The emperor who had to approach Latovia needed to be sufficiently prepared psychologically, otherwise it would be easy to be shocked by witnessing his perfection and glory. She tried hard to suppress her heartbeat and the urge to get close from the bottom of her heart, and leaned over and whispered in the monarch's ear.

"My Lord, they have arrived."

"It seems that our conversation today is only here. Managing a country is not a simple matter. It is a pity that I can't spend all my time on such a relaxed conversation." The Emperor of Latovian said in a slightly regretful tone, and his audience also expressed regret. He gave a few more instructions, and then sent Techara to the door of the reception room, and asked the service staff to guide them into the guest room prepared for the Wakandans in the royal city on the surface.

"Only Steve Rogers, I want to talk to him first. Then Natasha Romanov, she was too involved and she had to continue to cooperate." After the Wakanda left, his attitude changed into a thoughtful feeling. "I don't have time to meet everyone, so only a few people can talk to me. As for the rest... I think you can handle it, Diana. By the way, tell Gideon Malik that the US stock market is about to open, and if he is not lazy, our acquisition work should be completed."

"Do you know how to make the dead speak? Different civilizations have different interpretations of the dead. Different attitudes towards death in culture. Different cultures have different acceptance of death, which will make people look at the dead from a different perspective. When modern science really entered people's lives, out of fear and uncertainty about new things, as well as the background of Christian culture, European and American people once again embraced a large number of superstitious ideas. The psychic association began to spread widely at that time, and even some celebrities at that time believed it, such as the Conan Doyle."

The Emperor of Latvinia talked happily in his seat. "Without exception, all psychics are liars, because spiritual subjugation is an extremely dangerous technology. Those psychics can live and go to the upper class to prove that they are not in danger of life because of psychics. For Latvinia, spiritual subjugation is a very rigorous science. Although the process of implementation is quite dangerous, it is possible to find the echoes of the past by going deep into the quantum field without the concept of time to gain the ability to speak. Do you want the deceased to speak, Steve Rogers?"

Steve Rogers was very uncomfortable with this talk at the end of the conversation. It was difficult for him to keep up with the speed of the owner's thinking, just as the person in front of him was having many conversations at the same time, thinking about hundreds of different things. He did not understand why the Emperor of Latovia would ask this question after he got the answer to Hulk's treatment and comfort.

"Why should I do this?"

"Because Tony Stark called me."

"I don't understand." Steve Rogers shook his head, and decided not to understand the problems he couldn't understand. He didn't know what it would be like to be a smart person, but seeing Tony Stark and Bruce Banner's communication is enough to make people feel troubled. "So are you agreeing to our request or do you want to hand us over?"

"If the fake doctor you mentioned is going from Germany to Siberia, it will take a long time to follow the regular route, and I can send you there before the estimated time arrives, so...yes, I can let you use the teleportation room, you know what the conditions are, this is a strategic level device."

"I will show up in front of the media, and I will assist the military and police departments in promoting your order."

"A title, an honor, you will soon be able to use that shield." The Emperor of Latovia raised his wine glass and greeted Steve Rogers on the other side of the long table. Steve Rogers found that his old friend seemed particularly lazy, but his body language was alert, as creepy as a lurking beast. "As for whether you want the dead to speak, you will get an answer. Ms. Diana, let the servant bring Captain Rogers to the guest room. I want to meet James Buchanan Barnes next. Don't worry, I won't make things difficult for your little sweetheart. I have to talk to my asylum, otherwise how can I know if I should pay the price of economic sanctions for him?"

Bucky Barnes can be sure that Steve Rogers and himself are not describing this room.

He didn't understand why he saw a completely different scene from others when he walked into the same door. It was not the wide living room described by Steve Rogers, nor the luxurious living room described by Natasha Romanov, but a factory filled with iron and black machinery, composed of steel and oil. The concrete floor of the factory was covered with sand and dust, and cables wrapped in insulating rubber were placed in the corners. There was a huge throne composed of steel bars, gears and cables in the center of the factory. The dim industrial light could only illuminate the bottom of the throne.

"Hello, is anyone there?" He clenched his metal fists, raised his vigilance, and stepped lightly to the unlit corner. This reminded him of the place where Alexander Pierce brainwashed him, and was filled with the smell of steel and machinery, which made him extremely uncomfortable. He wandered carefully around the edge of the shadow, ready to deal with any possible attacks.

"Talk to me." This voice is barely higher than a whisper, but the authority of the speaker is conveyed between the lines.

As if the cold wind blowing the back of the neck and spine, the blood faded from Bucky Barnes's face and shivered across his body.

He could be sure that there was no one on the throne before, but now there was a tall figure shrouded in the shadows. He could barely see that man was wearing pitch-black armor, his robe covered with flowing night on the surface of the power armor. The carefully carved golden eagle was embedded on the shoulder armor that was shrouded in the robe but exposed by the cold wind. The dense scratches covered the surface of the armor, proving that this was not a decoration but an armor that had experienced a fierce battle. A familiar giant sword leaned against the throne, and a large-caliber gun with chemical propellant smoke at the muzzle was placed on the leg armor.

Bucky Barnes takes a step forward.

With the help of the white moonlight sprinkled into the factory, he found that the man on the throne was wearing a black hood, and there was a circle of bay leaf crowns made of gold outside the black fabric. The man wearing this crown had eyes like a total solar eclipse, and the hair covered in the hood reflected white light in the moonlight. He could not resist the will conveyed by those eyes, which was a more painful experience than the brainwashing performed by Alexander Pierce.

“Tell me.”

This time it's an order.

"What a hell!" Stephanie Malik was full of anger. "The White House actually said that everything he had done was done by Hydra? Well, I admit that some things were done by Hydra, but this is not entirely our fault! I mean, the Hydra conservatives and radicals in the past were just a group of gangsters. There has never been a soil in this world that is more suitable for Hydra's survival than the United States. After all, no country can blatantly accept bribes and bribe officials. Hydra is just a kind of... Elite thought, and the interpretation of order and centralization, no place is more suitable for elite power than the United States, which monopolizes education and justice. We are neither military-industrial complex nor Jews, nor even Masonic, Moroccan cults and pedophiles. Those politicians dare to say that those are all bad things that Hydra did, and it seems that Hydra is pushing them to embezzle and accept bribes!"

"I don't understand why you complain to me about this, it's beyond my authority." Hammurabi looked down at Stephanie walking around, completely unaware of why the testimony of the Winter Soldiers would annoy her. "If you don't have the question you want to ask, we should stuff those Winter Soldiers back, and Heinrich Zemo will help us erase the last trouble." He looked at the warriors awakened from the freezing process and the servants who were copying archived testimony. "Their testimony will be compared with the testimony of James Buchanan Barnes so that we can decide whether to kill him."

"Thank you for your cooperation."
Chapter completed!