Apart from the decision to "hang all the Latvinian royal family", there is nothing worth criticizing about the policy of the King of Latvinia. The advantage of having a wise dictator is that everything will not be delayed for a moment because of a short-sighted fool. Salomon has long seen the political value of Latvinia and ordered public execution without hesitation, from legitimate son to illegitimate son. Except for those who are too young, who are trained by Salomon (actually sent to the Imperial Guard Renovation Room to participate in the renovation)

Or throw it to the sisters, the clean and neat massacre completely avoids the subsequent series of troubles, such as the discovery of "exiled royal illegitimate son" in a certain valley. Latovia does not have some competitors hiring dumb reporters and a bunch of stupid questions, so no one cares about what happened after the execution of the Latovian royal family. "What's going on?" Natasha Romanov stretched out his finger and scratched the circle, "Your ability?"

Salomon knew what she was referring to.

"This is my essence, my soul. I have accepted this fact long ago but it rarely shows it. Judging from the current situation, this situation has quickly alleviated, although I don't like it." He said a joke, and poured Natasha a cup of espresso vodka made from the espresso capsules he took out from the capsule coffee machine. It is suitable for drinking after a meal. "If you drink more, you will have a better understanding. Sometimes I think this ability is very annoying."

Natasha took the almost frozen wine but did not continue to ask. If Salomon wanted to say, she would have told her long ago.

“Did you experience it in the jacuzzi?”

"Of course, there are still a few hours before the meeting begins, and you can have a good rest."

The meeting did not affect the lives of Vienna. Helmut Zemo drove along Highway 14 from Lower Austria to Vienna. After a short break, he continued to drive the van rented in a fake identity from the Bridgetnaul Bridge across the artificial island of Danube Island and directly to the narrow peninsula in the southwest of Danube City. He finally stopped in the Brigitte Bay area. During this period, he was not inspected or blocked, as if it was just an ordinary day. He knew that unless he drove over Papusvese Danube Park and Danube Park and directly to the Vienna International Center and its surrounding buildings, he was unlikely to encounter any security personnel - a van carrying office supplies, with a pass from the United Nations Development Industry Organization on the windows, and the United Nations Development Industry Organization's buildings are next to the National Center of Vienna, which belongs to one-third of the United Nations building complex.

As long as he did not encounter a very meticulous search, the vehicle driven by Helmut Zemo could dock at the target location in a swagger, but he knew that he would never encounter such a thing. His strong intelligence and investigation ability made him well aware of the loopholes in the security process of the meeting, including the price of each pen on the office supplies purchase list.

The United Nations purchase price is more than twice that on the market, which means that the company's boss has reached an agreement with the purchasing staff in the building in some way, so the security personnel will somehow relax their vigilance against the drivers of the cargo, which is why Helmut Zemo chose to disguise his target. The action plan sent by the organization even suggested that he could go to the nearby Uno cafe to have a cup of hot tea after parking the van at a designated location, and the appendix below is in the following

There is also a detailed menu. Zemo always felt that the person who wrote this suggestion was joking. He did not realize that he could really choose this route when evacuating and still have time to buy a hot drink. The escape vehicle he was about to use was driven by a designated driver to the parking space of the Danube City Church a day ago by some unknown means, and paid a large parking fee, which was enough to support him to complete the task.

"It's so considerate." Helmut Zemo mumbled that he stuffed his cell phone that was showing the rest of the parking space into his pocket, and then showed his ID to the gatekeeper. He did not wear that mask at this moment, but simply used regular makeup to avoid surveillance cameras and security personnel's investigation. "Hubert is sick, and I'll take over him to work today." He smiled and said to the gatekeeper in fluent German, "There's nothing to complain about, the old alcoholic's money is now mine."

"Did you...well, don't let others see it." Seeing the Washington Post reporter's ID that Salomon took out, Natasha Romanov swallowed the words again. She glanced at a bad guy who was driven out because he couldn't get the pass. She understood that the Washington Post couldn't get the news this time, but Salomon was very proud of his prank. "Where are you going to stand? The back is still on the side."

Salomon pointed in one direction, and at that location you could see all the dignitaries at the conference. "The Washington Post photographer is there, and I will go to meet him later." He said, "The Washington Post always finds a good location, so I get close to the reporter and steal his pass. To be honest, the process is not difficult, and it can even be said to be a little simple."

"You are not a real reporter." Natasha Romanov first signed the document brought by a nervous staff member, and Salomon also signed the life of the reporter he pretended to be. "And it is all politicians from all over the world, and this is a very serious occasion."

"This is a bureaucratic ceremony, Natasha. And the photographer doesn't know who the reporter is. He has never seen that reporter. I have done an investigation." Salomon shrugged and acted indifferent. Natasha never understood the way the person in front of him was thinking. He didn't seem to be worried about the consequences of being discovered by others as a reporter, as if this meeting was some kind of interesting game. "Hey, my dear friend." Salomon suddenly greeted someone, "I hope you won't feel uncomfortable because of the discriminatory eyes of some people here."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I had imagined this situation when we decided to disguise ourselves. You can guess that when we encounter this situation, we will only find it interesting." Prince Tchara of Wakanda said with a smile. He shook hands with Salomon and looked at Natasha beside Salomon. "Given your performance in Congress last time, you can see that you are very accustomed to this occasion."

"This is all an illusion, and I don't like to be the focus at all." Natasha also shook hands with Techara. She had heard Salomon say that he and Prince Wakanda were Oxford classmates. Although he seemed a little short compared to Salomon, Techara still looked elegant. She did not realize that the presence of Salomon around her had been weakened to the point where ordinary people could skip it in a quick glance. She didn't even realize that Salomon's height and appearance were likely to attract attention in the international center. This was not a cup of coffee vodka and hot water

The jacuzzi bathtub can make her forget. However, now her only idea is to prepare for the topic of Wakanda - in the last mission led by Steve Rogers, there were several Wakanda people who died due to coincidence. Natasha believed that Techara would speak out to test whether she would fulfill the agreement, how many people in the Avengers would fulfill the agreement, whether the government would test the monitoring of the Avengers, etc. Although she didn't like the words in Techara, she was still ready to accept condemnation. However, Techara did not talk about that topic, but skipped it deliberately.

"I'm very happy if you can come, Miss Romanov."

"Why? Don't you support the approval of this agreement?"
Chapter completed!