"Everything here is prepared for war." Sam Wilson gave his own conclusion.

Seeing Bucky Barnes's incomprehension, he pointed to the dark tunnel outside the car window. In the darkness, huge lighting facilities passed through the window. Sam Wilson calculated how wide the transportation network formed by the tracks parallel to the train tracks they were in was through the distance between the lighting facilities and the carriages, and the distance between the lighting facilities and the lighting facilities. Now they could not speculate on their specific location, but Sam Wilson, as a professional soldier, still did his best to collect information. He took off the red-wing drone on his equipment and used the thermal imaging system connected to the HUD eyepiece to scan the scene outside the car window.

"Perform three more times, three, two, one, and another light! Have you seen it? This underground space is definitely larger than we imagined. This underground transportation network will definitely lead to some unknown places. The peak transportation of materials and personnel that such a powerful transportation network can carry is definitely not low. If the rock formations that can block nuclear explosions are added, the factories and cities we see... this underground transportation network connects them all, then even after the nuclear winter and the secondary nuclear strike, those cities can transfer materials and personnel, and even social order may be maintained."

Sam Wilson smacked his lips, "This is crazy. What kind of government is spending huge amounts of money to build such an infrastructure that may never be used? As far as I know, this government has not been established for a long time, and we all know that the place used to be economically inadequate. How did your old friends make so much money to waste and maintain such a huge project?"

"As far as I know, he never worries about money." Natasha Romanov did not tell anyone that the wine Diana Lister prepared for them was her favorite taste, and she promised that their old friends were now watching the carriage. On the one hand, she felt a little joy from where they came from, and on the other hand, she was a little angry at her old friends' ability to control intelligence. "I suspect that his wealth had long exceeded Tony Stark. After killing all industries, large farmers, food companies, NGOs and news media wealthy in the Balkans, and seizing their personal and corporate assets, the question has been answered."

“Damn!”

"Stop scaring him, Xiaona." Steve Rogers shook his head, "Don't drink too much wine, we still have to keep a clear head to negotiate later. These two bottles of red wine are yours, and it's okay to drink it later." He paused and looked at Sam Wilson. "You're a little nervous, Sam, maybe this is a security measure taken by the alien fleet. You know the observations of astronomers and the warnings of Latovia, we have had wars with aliens, and we know that Latovia has the ability to determine whether it is a comet or an alien fleet."

"Maybe, I think you still have many secrets that haven't told us," said Sam Wilson. "They haven't taken our equipment away. I don't want anyone to call my equipment Birdman."

Fifteen minutes later, the huge underground train slowly stopped. After walking out of the car, they looked around and the fugitives saw a huge empty space. An underground platform illuminated by street lights with cold white light stood alone in the darkness, as if an isolated island on the dark sea and they had long been surrounded by stagnant water.

"Where is this?" Natasha Romanov asked with another bottle of wine that had not yet finished.

"This is part of the ecological city in the future. It has not been built yet. The part you pass by is a military passage." Diana Lister responded coldly, "Please follow me. Don't try to escape. We will not waste manpower in this underground network. More than one person has starved to death in those tunnels."

"Oh! I knew you like to scare people, girl."

Sam Wilson laughed, but his smile disappeared quickly.

"I think she's serious." Bucky Barnes shook his head, "Come on, you're not going to want to starve to death here."

Diana List led them through a narrow elevator shaft that was being excavated and took a lift for transporting materials to the ground. Although the elevator was not as big as the apron they used to land the Kun-type fighter, it was still able to accommodate a Kun-type fighter. As the elevator rose, the warm sunlight also sprinkled on the bottomless elevator shaft. When the elevator arrived on the ground, everyone welcomed the sunlight again.

"Where are we?" Steve Rogers narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"Royal City, military airport." Diana List pointed to the armored personnel carriers waiting on the side and the genetically modified soldiers with live ammunition. The tall soldiers in power armor immediately showed vigilance when they saw them and placed their fingers next to the triggers of the explosive gun and plasma weapons. The air suddenly tensed up. The twenty-meter-high war engine passed by, and the roaring footsteps pulled the tense atmosphere to the extreme. "Get on the car, I suggest you follow the orders." Diana held her glasses, "These soldiers were about to set off to pour out the anger of my Lord on the cult organization that should have disappeared. You will definitely not want to be their opponents."

He was a natural orator, and everyone who had heard him speak.

Even without using force, he was very good at persuading this work. He knew what words could best motivate the audience's emotions, as precise as a scalpel that cuts blood vessels. He could easily embed his thoughts into the other party's thinking process, as if those words were smooth pebbles in the gurgling stream, which would not affect the flow but would exist, and would shine with new brilliance over time. He would talk to petitioners about their dining tables, the popular version of the Engels system, their work, savings and debts, he would talk to bankers, officials about rights and obligations, fairness and justice, and his sharp knife for monitoring and tumor removal hidden behind the administrative system.

Now he is facing a future king. This is not a communication, but rather a conversation disguised as a speech. He will talk about the last king's last wish, the honor and shame of the throne, and the future of the country, and let the topic proceed as he wants without leaving any trace. Anyone sitting opposite him can feel a heat, which is the passionate emotion brought by the conflicting passion and reason that burst out from him. On the one hand, he can feel his hope for the future and his confidence in this career, and on the other hand, he can understand that he is not blinded by his ideals, but truly understand how to move towards the future in hope, and humbly lowers his head and step into the cold mud of reality.

But this is just the feeling he expresses to the audience, a necessary performance when instilling ideas. It is the most suitable for today's dialogue scenes among thousands of speech techniques, and it is a means to make the audience identify with them. When the dialogue scene changes, he can naturally face the audience with different attitudes and give others different feelings.

Diana Liszt stood in front of the Imperial Guards, lowered his head and quietly waited for the call to come.

Dr. Liszt "firmly" stood on the right side when facing the internal cleaning of conservative Hydra, so Diana Liszt became one of the closest deputys of the Malik family, responsible for handling the century-old property of the family that had lost in the political struggle of conservative Hydra. Her parents had been injected and sterilized, and from then on, the Liszt family had only one heir, that is, she. As a gift and compensation to allies, Diana Liszt enjoyed the protection of the mysterious technology of the Immortal City, and her soul and body were kept in a relatively safe state.
Chapter completed!