It was 2 hours after Baron Strucker learned that the collective farm had been invaded and that the Winter Soldier had been taken away.

  For the previous Hydra, it would take 40 minutes at most.

  This fully reflected the weakness of the residual party and its complete inability to roll out an extensive and timely intelligence network.

  Back to the clock 2 hours ago, Baron Strucker was at the Savior Tower with peace of mind, considering Leviathan's suggestion —— that was, having a face-to-face conversation with Superman.

  The other party had already expressed their meaning and asked Natasha to convey it.

  Whether it's Leviathan or Hydra, they had to make a choice.

  Testing Superman's patience was unwise and dangerous.

  Besides, using countless means couldn't compare with serious and sincere positive communication.

  The only thing that Baron Strucker should worry about was probably his personal safety.

  If Superman wanted to catch Hydra and pull the fishing net out of the water…


  It was equal to sending his own head out the door, a purely idiotic act.

  "Zemo, what do you think of the god-like human? What is he really trying to do?"

  Baron Strucker clasped his hands on the table and looked at Zemo, sitting opposite him.

  The other was the only person who had gained his admiration and was entrusted with important responsibilities in the entire Hydra remnant party.

  On the one hand, it was because Zemo had the same origin as himself.

  Having joined the SS under Fuhrer, there was no doubt about his loyalty to the organization.

  On the other hand, there was also a serious talent shortage in Hydra, and there were no elites available.

  The scientists were all packed away by Dr. Zola and delivered to the then Strategic Scientific Reserve.

  Only the intelligence department was retained and was absorbed by Baron Strucker.

  "I'm not sure."

  Zemo shook his head.

  He wasn't so arrogant to think that he understood Superman like the back of his hand and could guess what the opponent was thinking.

  How could an ant guess what the giant was thinking?

  These were Zemo's true thoughts.

  The difference in their positions was too big of a gap.

  The results obtained from the psychoanalysis were naturally flawed beyond measure.

  "Judging from the past actions of the god-like human, he often does surprising things, things that the outside world won't expect. This is one of the reasons why I can't figure him out."

  Zemo, wearing a purple mask, paused for a moment. He wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

  Such behavior, which was reflected in the change of his attitude, was unsurprisingly noticed by Baron Strucker.

  He held up his monocle and slightly frowned, "There's no one else here. You can say it; no need to hide it."

  After getting approval, Zemo went on to say, "Baron, I think, since Superman conveyed that he wants a meeting. We might as well try it."

  "The leaders of other factions of Hydra refuse to break down their prejudices, put aside their differences, and join with you to rebuild a more perfect, more powerful, and more indestructible Hydra empire."

  "They don't have the broad-mindedness and the foresight of a man who is one step ahead of his time, like you, Baron …"

  As a subordinate, one must flatter one's superior before throwing out one's own opinions.

  This wasn't only a hidden rule in the workplace but also one of the cheat codes for promotion and salary increase.

  Baron Strucker was very pleased by this, even though he knew it was flattery.

  It was nice to hear, and people couldn't help but smile when they heard it.

  If you can talk, say more!

  "The leaders of other factions indulge in power, only care about their immediate interests, and wouldn't go far."

  Omitting hundreds of words of praise, Zemo then said, "If we can take the lead in getting a connection with Superman, get the recognition of the other party, or even reach a partnership by promising a portion of the benefits, we can gain S.H.I.E.L.D.'s support."

  "In turn, use this support to bring the other factions into your hands, wouldn't it be …"

  Zemo didn't make it too clear, but the meaning was obvious.

  Use S.H.I.E.L.D to deal with the other Hydra factions and hold Superman's support tightly. Their future would be bright!

  "Hmm…"

  Baron Strucker frowned even more tightly and looked at Zemo with a strange look.

  'This guy isn't a spy hiding inside Hydra, is he?'

  'Bent on selling the organization to Superman?'

  Such thoughts passed his mind but then disappeared.

  Baron Strucker shook his head lightly.

  Zemo had served Hydra well and had shed blood. He shouldn't be so suspicious of him.

  This proposal seemed tempting but failed to impress Baron Strucker.

  "Zemo, Hydra and Superman aren't on equal footing, and we can't guarantee our own interests at all."

  The bald-headed Baron was clear-headed, not biased, but worried.

  "The only result of an unequal dialogue is to repeatedly give in, until everything is given away."

  Zemo bristled, seemingly holding a different opinion.

  He thought that what Hydra had lost was nothing compared with the benefits they could get.

  That was Superman!

  The most vocal and powerful person in the world!

  This was the same as a once strong and established company facing a rising global giant.

  Continuing to maintain pride, not accepting acquisition, they would only be slapped to death by the surging tides.

  Within the red empire alone, there were two major organizations, namely the Brotherhood and Leviathan, competing with them.

  On the global scale, other Hydra factions, as well as various forces, could completely overwhelm them.

  In addition, mutants, Inhumans, all kinds of aliens from the dark world, magicians, and so on…


  How could there be any room for Baron Strucker?

  But if they joined the ranks of global giants, they might get the opportunity and capital to rise again.

  Endure it for three years, and then grow silently, reverse the attack from the people at the top…


  That was what Zemo was thinking.

  When he thought about this, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but quirk up in a weird smile.

  "Zemo, do you have a different opinion?"

  Baron Strucker's inquiry pulled Zemo back to reality.

  He shook his head repeatedly and denied, "I didn't think about it properly. Baron, you have a far-sighted vision."

  At this point, the conversation came to a standstill.

  The silent atmosphere ran through the room.

  The call from Minsk rang, and Baron Strucker picked it up. In a matter of seconds, his face changed from shock to anger to frustration.

  The call didn't last long, but the baldheaded Baron soon put down the receiver and slumped on the chair.

  This time, he even lost his last card and wasn't even qualified to sit at the table.

  "Maybe you're right, Zemo."

  After a few minutes of silence, Baron Strucker's eyes showed a touch of bitterness, and his ambition was doused with cold water.

  Losing the Winter Soldier meant losing the last hope of cloning an Aryan Superman.

  There was no bargaining chip for cooperation with Leviathan. And Taras, the master spy, would soon attack him.

  "What happened?"

  Zemo asked in a low voice.

  "Superman took Winter Soldier away, which may be a sign or a warning from him."

  Baron Strucker answered.

  "He is telling us that Hydra has no choice but to obey or … die a silent death like Red Skull."

  He waved his hand, seemingly discouraged, and instructed Zemo, "Have Leviathan send a message. We'll accept a meeting."

  "Tomorrow, in front of Vladimir Ilyich Ulyanov's Mausoleum."

  The latter nodded, showing a trace of joy on his face, completely devoid of the frustration that Baron Strucker had.

  Wasn't it better to work with Superman than to live in the Soviet Union?

  The emergence of a strong individual was bound to give rise to another strong force.

  Perhaps Superman had no desire to become a dictator, but there was no denying that sooner or later, the world would be overshadowed by his presence.

  His opinion will determine the situation of a country and a continent, and everyone will have to show him respect.

  'Invisible dictatorship, is still a dictatorship!'

  Zemo thought so.

  He left the room and stood at the balcony of the Savior Tower overlooking the Kremlin.

  The new era belonged to Superman and also to the new Hydra.

  …