Marvel’s Superman

It was two hours after Baron Strucker learned that the kibbutzim had been invaded and that the Winter Soldier had been taken away.

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

This fully reflects the lack of strength of the remnants of the party, and it is completely unable to spread out an extensive and timely intelligence network.

Two hours before turning the clock's hands back, Baron Strucker would have been sitting at ease in the Savior Tower, considering Leviathan's suggestion to have a face-to-face conversation with Superman.

The other party has already revealed the meaning in this regard, and asked Natasha to convey it.

Whether it is Leviathan or Hydra, a choice must be made.

It is both unwise and dangerous to test superhuman patience.

Besides, using countless means is not as good as a serious and sincere positive communication.

The only thing Baron Strucker was worried about was probably his personal safety.

If Superman is fishing for law enforcement, he wants to catch the Hydra in one net.

Then he is equivalent to taking the initiative to send it to the door, which is pure idiot behavior.

"Zemo, what do you think the god of the world wants to do?"

Baron Strucker put his hands on the table and looked at Generation Zemo sitting opposite.

The entire Hydra remnant party force, he admired and entrusted with the important task, and only the other party.

On the one hand, it is because Zemo has the same background as himself.

The SS, who participated in the mustache head of the Führer, has no doubts about his loyalty to the organization.

On the other hand, there is also a serious brain drain from Hydra, and no elites can be found.

The scientists were packed away by Dr. Zola and given to the Strategic Science Corps at that time.

Only the intelligence service remained and was integrated by Baron Strucker.

"I can't be sure either."

Generation Zemo shook his head.

He wasn't arrogant enough to think he knew Superman well enough to guess his mental activity.

How ants speculate on the minds of giants.

This is the true inner portrait of a generation of Zemo.

The location is different, the gap is too big.

The results obtained by psychoanalysis are naturally absurd.

"Judging from the previous work style of the human god, he often does amazing things that are beyond the expectations of the outside world. This is one of the reasons why I can't guess."

Zemo, the generation wearing a purple mask, paused for a while, a little hesitant to say anything.

Such behavior, reflected in the change of tone, was noticed by Baron Strucker unsurprisingly.

He held up the monocle, frowned slightly and said, "There is no one else here. If you have any thoughts, you can say it directly, you don't have to hide it."

After getting approval, Dai Zemo continued: "Your Excellency, Baron, I think since Superman has conveyed the message of meeting, we might as well try it."

"The leaders of other factions of Hydra, they refuse to break the prejudice, let go of the estrangement, and are unwilling to join hands with you to rebuild a more perfect, stronger, and more irresistible Hydra Empire."

"They don't have the broad-mindedness of your Lord Baron, the foresight to be one step ahead, and the keen insight ahead of the times..."

As a subordinate, you must flatter your superior before throwing out your opinion.

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

Baron Strucker took advantage of this, even though he knew it was flattery.

But it's comfortable to listen to, making people's pores open, and the corners of their mouths can't help but smile.

Talk more if you can!

"The leaders of other factions are indulging in power and only care about their immediate interests, and they are destined to not go far."

After omitting hundreds of words of praise, Dai Zemo continued: "If we can take the lead in connecting with Superman, get the recognition of the other party, or even reach a cooperation, promise some benefits, so as to gain the support of SHIELD."

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

Zemo didn't say it too clearly, but the meaning was obvious.

Use S.H.I.E.L.D. to deal with other Hydras, hold Superman's thigh tightly, and the future can be expected!

"This……"

Baron Strucker frowned even more, looking at Zemo Generation with strange eyes.

Could this guy be the Erwuzi hidden inside Hydra?

Desire to sell the organization to Superman?

Such thoughts flickered, and then disappeared.

Baron Strucker shook his head slightly.

Zemo has made deeds and shed blood for Hydra, and he should not doubt the other party so much.

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

"Zemo, the status of Hydra and Superman is unequal and cannot guarantee their own interests at all."

The bald baron had a clear mind, and instead of being led astray, he looked worried.

"An unequal conversation can only result in repeated concessions until everything is handed over."

Zemo pouted, as if he had a different opinion.

He thinks that what Hydra has lost is nothing compared to the benefits it can get.

That's superman!

The most powerful man in the world!

This is quite a once-powerful old-fashioned company facing a world giant at its peak.

Continue to be proud and not accept the acquisition, only to be slapped to death on the beach by the back waves.

Within the Red Empire alone, there are the Brotherhood, the Leviathan, two major organizations that compete with themselves.

If it is put into the world, other Hydra factions, as well as various local forces, can completely overwhelm them.

Plus mutants, aliens, all kinds of aliens in the dark world, magicians, etc...

Where is the living space for Baron Strucker, a Hydra?

But if it joins the command of the world giant, there may be opportunities and capital to make a comeback.

Forbear for three years, and then grow silently and counterattack the upper ranks...

Zemo had this idea.

Thinking of this, the corners of his mouth twitched, revealing a strange smile.

"Zemo, do you have a different opinion?"

Baron Strucker's question brought Crooked Zemo back to reality.

He shook his head again and again, denying: "I didn't think about it carefully and didn't think about this layer, or it was His Excellency the Baron's far-sighted vision."

At this point, the conversation came to a deadlock.

An atmosphere of silence permeated the room.

Until the phone from Minsk rang, Baron Strucker picked it up, and in just a few seconds, his face changed from shock to anger, and then to frustration.

The call didn't last long, and the bald baron quickly put down the microphone and slumped on the seat.

This time, he has lost even the last hole card, and he is not even qualified to sit at the gambling table.

"Maybe you're right, Zemo."

After a few minutes of silence, there was a bitterness in Baron Strucker's eyes, his ambition was dashed by a bucket of cold water.

Losing the Winter Soldier means losing the last hope of replicating Aryan Superman.

There is no bargaining chip to discuss cooperation with Leviathan. I am afraid that the spy chief of Talas will soon start against him.

"what happened?"

Generation Zemo asked in a low voice.

"Superman took the Winter Soldier, maybe that's his signal, or a warning."

Baron Strucker replied.

"He wants to tell us that Hydra has no choice, either to obey, or... to die silently like the Red Skull."

He waved his hand, seeming to be disheartened, and instructed Dai Zemo, "Let Leviathan pass the word, and we will accept the meeting."

"Just tomorrow, in front of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov's grave."

The latter nodded, with a hint of joy on his face, without Baron Strucker's frustration at all.

Isn't it much better to hang out with Superman than to live in the Soviet Union?

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

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

His voice will be able to determine the pattern of a country and a continent, and everyone must look at his face.

"Invisible dictatorship, that's also dictatorship!"

Generation Zemo thought so.

He exited the room and stood on the Savior Tower overlooking the Kremlin.

The new era belongs to Superman, and it belongs to the new Hydra.