General Hale did not know how much preparation the emperor had made for Asgard's legacy, and it was enough to let her know that her power had touched Asgard. As for other details, it was relatively irrelevant. For example, the trip to Wakanda by Latovian Regent not only privately agreed with Queen Mother Wakanda Lamonda on the security of vibrator and the development of neighboring countries around Wakanda - referring to the military aid expenses and training courses - but also formally appointed a Latovian diplomat in Wakanda. Victor von Dum did not violate the emperor's promise and found a place for the diplomat to be disturbed. On the day the emperor arrived in Washington, former Sokovian Special Forces EKO Scorpion Commander, Colonel Helmut Zemo, arrived at the Golden City, the capital of Wakanda, on the day the emperor arrived in Washington.

Although this is a diplomat job, the actual job is extremely leisurely.

Colonel Helmut Zemo and his wife not only did not need to do intelligence work, but were also warmly entertained by the Wakanda royal family, because the Wakanda nobles knew who had withstood the pressure of asking for vibrants from the international side, and were increasingly dissatisfied with the indecisive current king Techara. Even if they were tired of the city scenery, they could drive to stroll on the prairie, and their only job was to check in at the diplomatic embassy every day. Although Colonel Helmut Zemo had always had doubts about this job, because he did not believe that anyone would keep his promise to let someone go of a dirty work, this did not mean that he did not thank Latovinia for the help provided.

The prosthetic technology and equipment used by his wife are extremely expensive. The jaw and spine are replaced with prosthetic bodies, throat, esophagus, lungs, liver, and heart because of irreparable damage. With the help of exquisite prosthetic techniques and bionic techniques, his wife was not only rescued from the brink of death, but also regained her beauty and health before her injury. The little bit of divisive Avengers work he did was unable to pay for this fee.

Because of this, when his wife used the data board to select furniture for the embassy residence, Colonel Helmut Zemo let it go. His wife was very passionate about the diplomatic work, and seemed to be able to forget the pain of losing her son in the Battle of Sokovia. It can be imagined that the final civilian work would still fall into her hands, just like the job she held in the Immortal City during her recovery period. Now the documents in Colonel Helmut Zemo are not a diplomatic task, but a figure of the Wakanda royal family - who is related to whom, who has conflicts of interest, who has a private relationship with whom, etc., made him increasingly feel that the so-called diplomatic work is an intelligence task, but this is not the reason for him. This afternoon, he had to go to the grassland with the Wakanda royal family to see the lions and giraffes bare their teeth and talk about the arms production line.

Industrial aristocrats needed this production line, and the Wakanda royal family (to be precise, Queen Mother Lamonda) also needed the extremely supporting facilities of this production line to accommodate refugees from neighboring countries. The task was very simple. Colonel Helmut Zemo knew that he only needed to nod. This was instructed by Latovian Regent Victor von Dum. He only needed to keep in line with the terms of the contract, and not let the Wakanda take advantage.

"I don't want to be a fool nod." Colonel Helmut Zemo complained. However, his complaint attracted ridicule. His wife had already adjusted her voice to her past voice, and even if she listened carefully, she could not tell the electronic sound. "I thought you were still hesitating between Baroque and Wakanda Technological Style, my dear." Colonel Zemo shrugged, "I don't know what to do without you."

"You know what to do, my dear, there are only two of us in this embassy except reception desk." Mrs. Zemo shook the data board in her hand, "I'll leave it to you to check whether the furniture has eavesdropping equipment. You know this is not my strength. My plug-in cannot detect radio signals that are not in the communication channel. This is just a civilian device."

"Okay, Okay, I just hope there will be no particularly dangerous tasks afterwards. You know, the Latovians are all a bunch of guys who eat people and don't spit bones. If they did something bad and we didn't know, we would most likely not be able to leave Wakanda in full."

"A little more confidence, my dear." Mrs. Zemo took a large ceramic vase from the sisterhood fighters who were temporarily sent to Wakanda. "Don't imagine everyone so badly, I've seen their careers. Many of those girls were rescued from Eastern Europe and the Middle East, and I believe that Latovigna is carrying out a great cause."

"The great cause must be sacrificed, and I just hope that the price is not us." Colonel Helmut Zemo collapsed on the sofa and closed his eyes as if he was disheartened. As a diplomat in Latovigna, he reluctantly put on a suit, but there was a holster with a laser pistol under the suit. "We finally reunited, and I will never allow anyone to break us up again."

"I believe you too." Mrs. Zemo held the vase in one hand and brushed her husband's short brown hair with the other. The nerve pulse line that received nerve signals and chemical transmitters manipulated the prosthetic body under the skin according to the established procedures, allowing her to show a smiling expression and low-hanging corners of her eyes. The palms that were once smashed by collapsed concrete and bricks were completely replaced for the prosthetic body. The nerve pulse sensor, temperature detector and tactile sensor simulated the real sense of touch and temperature. She relaxed her tone as if she was coaxing a child, "We will not forget the sadness of the past, but we can also enjoy the beauty of the present, right?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! Colonel Zemo nodded. Instead of opening his eyes, he held his wife's hand that does not have the softness of human skin, with tears flashing at the corners of his eyes. The warm sunlight shone in through the common floor-to-ceiling windows in Wakanda, leaving a blurred colored halo on the retina through his eyelids. "I will protect you." He sniffed and said firmly, "I swear."

General Hale left the manor in his own car. Gideon Malik and the Emperor stood in front of the manor lane together, watching the black sedan that General Hale and Ruby were riding out of the manor iron gate and left. The orange-red afterglow of the setting sun blurred the sight and swallowed the whole car not far away, but the Emperor could still see General Hale's car re-entered into the traffic and finally disappeared. "If you continue to drink, alcohol and death are synonyms for you." He suddenly said, "Don't think that the blood filter can be used like this, it's just a preliminary rejuvenation surgery."

"I'm just enjoying life. And I've watched that Soviet animation. Don't think I can't remember the lines inside. You're just imitating the words of animated characters." Gideon Malik replied with a smile. His face had fewer wrinkles. This was just a side effect of the rejuvenation surgery, not a special beauty measure. After the joke, Gideon Malik immediately turned back to the topic, "Are you really going to let Ruby take on the heavy responsibility? Or, are you really going to be so serious about General Hale's arrangement?"

"Of course not, General Gideon Hale has many tasks, but definitely not those she knows." The emperor shook his head and took off the gold-rimmed glasses used to disguise. "However, it would be a reward if she could train several ace pilots according to the simulated equipment I gave. I am now the correct pilot of the Void Fighter!"

"How much truth is there in those words?" Gideon Malik asked with interest, "Fifty percent?"
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