Facing this statement, Thaddeus E. Ross just smiled, then squinted his eyes and looked at the German Foreign Ministry vehicle slowly coming from the other side of the airport, and did not care about Tony Stark's protests at all. If the next presidential election is the Democratic Party, then the Secretary of Defense will be granted Tony Stark while becoming vice president. That position will have the right to run the Sokovia Agreement's execution rights in the United States and have the power to supervise all competent people in the United States and Europe. Secretary of State Ross knew that Tony Stark wanted to protect the Avengers, so he would never give up that position. What's more, the best way to implement the Sokovia Agreement is to let an Avenger supervise the execution, so that both the people and those who are capable of trusting the government.

This is a decision made by an entire interest group, and even wealthy as much as Tony Stark cannot resist.

"The German Foreign Ministry is here." Thaddeus E. Ross said calmly, "Get on the bus and think about how to say hello to your old friends. Be mature, you are not a child, don't let us down, Stark, think about how much support we have given you." Then he pretended to be something he had just remembered, "Do you know that one of the assets of S.H.E.L.D. is a superhuman prison? Now we have taken over, it seems to be called Raft Prison?"

"You bastard!" Tony Stark was angry and anxious.

He glared at Secretary of State Ross and drilled into the German Foreign Ministry's car without looking back. The German police were ready and could escort the convoy at any time. But even in the air-conditioned car, Tony Stark's forehead was still covered with cold sweat, because he caught a glimpse of a very abstract eye pattern on the golden collar of Secretary of State Ross - the Eye of Full View. He knew what the pattern meant. Stark had more than once in various foundations including Rothschild (package).

I have seen it on the sign of Mouton Rothschild Winery. He has been warned by Salomon more than once about the meaning of the sign. He just didn't expect that those statements that seemed to be conspiracy theories actually appeared beside him. Tony Stark began to doubt his father's past experiences. Did Howard Stark also discover the truth? He thought of his parents' accidental death, and a chill suddenly climbed up his back, but he still resisted the urge to scream and tried to pretend that nothing happened.

While muttering, he knocked on the black partition with the driver's seat and asked in an impatient tone, "When will we set out?" After receiving the reply, Tony Stark quietly took out his phone and edited a text message where the rearview mirror could not see. Although his straight-up viewing has nothing to do with the word caution, this time he still made some backhand to ensure his safety. He had no doubt that if Steve Rogers and his group refused to sign the Sokovia Agreement, "accident" would follow closely, and he would not allow such a thing to happen.

When the convoy of cars drove out of the airport under the escort of German police, Tony Stark got the answer he wanted.

Colonel Rhodes was riding a modified Boeing airliner affiliated to the Ministry of Defense. However, even with the rank of military rank, he was unable to enter as an Avenger. This was something he had never encountered when he was escorting the Air Force One mission. Moreover, there was a large group of military personnel and medical staff on the passenger plane far exceeding the number of Air Force One medical staff. Those people looked nervous and always whispered something. Colonel Rhodes' plan to try to figure out the situation was also failed. Everyone, including the medical staff, seemed to have been trained and spoke very tightly. Colonel Rhodes only saw them taking out the amount of sedatives that could make an elephant faint.

Tony Stark thought a lot, but the last option made him clench his fists.

"God! Rogers, don't be too stubborn. But we don't have Thor now." He muttered, stuffing his phone into his pocket, closing his eyes and resting. He just hoped that the situation would not go wild in the worst direction. He didn't expect Ross to be so crazy that he could not imagine what Ross would do if Steve Rogers resisted. As for another option that might solve the problem, he vetoed himself, and in his opinion that that option was even more crazy than what Ross was going to do, that person must not appear in Germany, because that means World War III.

"I don't doubt Ross would do such a thing. He has completely defected to the Democratic Party." Victoria Hand made a contemptuous hum from his nose, which made the intelligence analysts in the command room unable to help looking at her. Now Victoria Hand is on a low-orbit sky aircraft carrier, and as the mobile command center of the intelligence department plays an extremely important role in the Immortal City. The assault transport boats and soldiers carried in the hangar can launch a devastating raid at any time. "If he

The plan failed, so the Democrats with public opinion hegemony could also throw the responsibility to the faction that the Avengers refused to sign the agreement and strengthen the public's support for the Sokovia Agreement. This trick of manipulating public opinion is easy for S.H.E.L.D., but are you sure you are going to deal with it? I need a real winning rate, and I need to know how sure you are able to win...I know, I will. Start the red route 3-110 and contact the mission executor."

"Task number: Alpha-112-10-Omikron-Alpha. Task code: Credit. Task level: Crimson; Executor Heinrich Zemo, No.: Alpha-112-10-Omikron-Alpha-A1. Executor confidentiality level: Crimson." A mechanical voice said in a plain and straightforward tone, "Please confirm the progress of the task, executor."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Criminal psychologist. No one will find my disguise."

"Using the record, the task progress is 56.5%. Confirm the subcutaneous implantation signal transmitting device, 3, 2, 1..."

"Hiss! Can't you send a manual operator?" Zemo complained, "I've had enough to talk to the machine!"

"The subcutaneous implantation signal transmitting device is confirmed to be completed. The request has been accepted." Mechanical voice seemed to have not heard Zemo's complaint at all, "I am waiting for manual transfer, please wait..."

"Skip!" Zemo held up his cell phone and used his fingers to dial the hair slightly longer in front of his forehead back, "Enter the key call."

"The request has been accepted." A sharp buzzer screamed from the other end of the phone.

After a brief silence, a nostalgic voice came into Zemo's ears.

"Did they repair your vocal cords?" The man's originally cold face instantly smiled. He communicated with the woman on the other end of the phone with a smile on his face, and described his current life softly, and skipped all the suffering and grief he had experienced. He felt that time ran fast at this moment, and no matter how tight he clasped his palms, he could not slow down the passage of time. As the limited call time for twenty minutes gradually approached, Zemo couldn't help but speed up his speech. He promised the woman that they would eventually reunite and repeatedly promised that he would be able to do it. "We will be together soon, my dear." He said, "I promise you that I will pick you up after this mission is over. We will go to a place where no one can find seclusion, and no one will disturb you, I promise..."

"The call ends." The sharp buzzer sounded again, and the mechanical voice cut off the call without mercy, asking Zemo to swallow the last words he had not said yet. Then the mechanical voice asked again, "Do you still need service?"

"No." Although the dissatisfaction filled his heart, Zemo still confirmed the next call time before hanging up the phone. He rubbed his face. When he was about to relax, the sudden knock on the door made him feel alert. The sound that claimed to be room service did not make him relax his guard. He picked up the pistol equipped with a silencer from the table, checked the magazine and scanned the documents on the table to one side. The documents, including the passport, belonged to a criminal psychology expert affiliated to the FBI, who had successfully replaced the expert. He slowly walked closer to the door with the gun, aimed the muzzle at the general position of the knocker through the door panel, and then turned sideways and carefully opened a small gap to prevent himself from being completely exposed to the other party's sight. After seeing who the person was, he smiled again.
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