Marvel: Starting with the Glint-Glint Fruit

He faced the questioning gazes of his father and family.

The slightly younger man, named Helmut, patted his clothes, glanced at the heavy snow falling outside the window, and said in a low voice, "The government is gone. Last night, an army led by someone wiped out the government forces throughout Sokovia."

“All the officials were detained and had their backgrounds checked, including me, but I had no problems, so I was able to be released.”

Upon hearing his words, the father, mother, and wife exchanged glances with varying expressions.

Three-year-old Ryan, who didn't understand anything, was held in his mother's arms, looking drowsy.

"Who did this?"

Heinrich frowned and asked in a deep voice.

At this point, Heinrich's wife, Hilda, interjected with a guess: "Are they rebels?"

“It can’t be them. The rebels don’t operate like that, and even if they had someone backing them, they couldn’t possibly have such efficiency in taking over the entire Sokovia overnight.” Heinrich, who was of noble birth and had once served as an official, shook his head in denial.

That's incredibly fast; the efficiency of this operation is astonishing.

The fighting lasted between one and two hours, and the gunfire completely ceased in the city.

There wasn't even an internal blockade.

what does this mean?

This means that the group has completely cleared away all obstacles and has absolute control over the city.

"That's right, the resistance is gone too. Those people have been detained and are undergoing background checks. Moreover, all the gangs in the city were wiped out last night."

Helmut nodded, a look of surprise in his eyes.

But the surprise wasn't in those things, but rather...

He looked at his father and whispered, "Father, do you remember the incident in Manhattan, America?"

Heinrich, who was initially surprised by what his son had just said, suddenly looked at his son.

A thought flashed through my mind like lightning.

His expression was one of disbelief.

"you..."

"Yes, it was them. I saw the armor they were wearing, and the group of female warriors. I saw with my own eyes that some of my troops tried to resist, but those people displayed the same incredible strength and speed as before."

Seeing that his father had already guessed, Helmut confirmed it.

"How could it be them? Why would they choose Sokovia?" Heinrich was truly bewildered.

He couldn't fathom why these people would have any connection with Sokovia.

It wasn't that Heinrich was being self-deprecating; he knew very well what kind of place Sokovia was—to put it bluntly, it was a place that nobody cared about.

From any perspective, this place has absolutely no value.

What are those people trying to do by suddenly seizing Sokovia?

Heinrich did not presume that the other party would show great mercy and rescue the Sokovians, or drive away the war.

In his view, those people should be hiding somewhere, quietly protecting the Earth and not interfering with human affairs, just as the internet says.

Heinrich couldn't figure it out, but Helmut had a vague idea.

But he was very unsure.

However, just as he was discussing this matter with his family, there was a sudden knock on the door.

The discussion abruptly stopped.

Helmut suddenly looked toward the door. He alertly gestured to his father, Heinrich, who silently nodded and led his wife, daughter-in-law, and grandson into a corner, where he pulled out a gun.

Helmut, holding his briefcase, unzipped it and went to the door.

"Who?"

"Helmut Zemo? The Chapter Master requests your presence."

Battle Commander?

Helmut narrowed his eyes, opened the door, and stood a fully armed soldier outside, with a Humvee parked on the side of the street behind him.

"Don't worry, Mr. Helmut, we have no ill intentions towards you. If we did, we wouldn't have let you come back to let your family know you're safe."

Helmut glanced at the soldier and could tell he was European.

He silently made a mental note of what was going on, knowing he couldn't refuse: "Could I explain this to my family first?"

"can."

So Helmut didn't close the door and went back to the living room.

"I have to go there; it shouldn't be a bad thing."

Helmut briefly explained the situation to his father, mother, and wife.

He knew his father's capabilities; generally, barring unforeseen circumstances, his father was capable enough to protect the family.

“Go ahead.” Heinrich patted Helmut on the shoulder.

Under the slightly worried gazes of his family, Helmut left home with the soldiers and got into a Humvee, which drove all the way to the Novigler City Hall.

The government building is located at the end of the square, facing south with a wide view, and has a large staircase and flagpole in front, typical of the layout of Eastern European regimes.

He was in a familiar place, but no one was there anymore.

The Novigator City Hall is now under control, and soldiers can be seen coming and going.

He only needed to observe quietly to discover that this unit had very strict discipline and efficiency.

Helmut met the battle commander the soldier had mentioned.

At first glance, he's really tall and strong.

Chapter 211 Praising the Emperor, Loyalty to the Emperor (Seeking Monthly Tickets)

There were many people coming and going inside the city hall, each carrying some documents; they were probably clerks.

Very busy.

But it's clear that it's very efficient.

This both intrigued and surprised Helmut.

Clearly, these people had done a great deal of work and preparation before occupying Sokovia.

This was not a short-lived military operation, but a power grab with long-term considerations.

He met the battle group commander.

He had a buzz cut, a burly frame nearly two meters tall, and wore a simple, thin army uniform.

It is somewhat similar to the standard uniform of the U.S. Army, but has its own unique features.

Helmut had never been seen before and did not belong to any country's army.

"Helmut Zemo, hereditary Baron of Sokovia, currently the colonel and commander of the EKO.Scorpion elite commando team."

“My name is Reichl Jack, Commander of the Astartes.”

Rachel didn't waste any more words.

Start by mentioning Helmut's background, and then introduce yourself.

He has a capable and concise style, befitting a soldier.

Helmut silently sketched a profile of Reicher, standing ramrod straight with his hands behind his back, staring directly at Reicher.

On the surface, it appears calm and collected, but in reality, fear is inexplicably brewing beneath the surface.

It's like facing a natural enemy in nature.

Uncontrollable.

"Commander Lei Che."

"You have a clean background, a good reputation, and a strong sense of patriotism. More importantly, you are an elite, proficient in science and engineering, psychology, and special operations."

Reicher admired Helmut, who was not yet thirty.

Reicher, a former soldier, dislikes roundabout ways and admires capable people, while disliking useless people who occupy positions without contributing anything.

"But unfortunately, your patriotic enthusiasm had no effect."

"I think you should know why."

“Yes, I understand.” Helmut, praised, showed no joy, only reason and calm.

However, unlike his outward composure, his pre-existing suspicions were becoming increasingly clear.

As expected, Lei Che stopped trying to hide it.

"We need your abilities, and the Emperor needs someone like you. Are you willing?"

"Emperor?"

Helmut paused for a moment upon hearing this.

"The emperor's name is Matthew, the guardian of this world."

"You should know about the Manhattan War. This world has never been just about humans. There are also threats from beyond Earth. Compared to them, humans are too weak."

The big guy has a efficient and concise work style, but he is also very patient.

hum!

Raiche raised his hand, and a holographic projection appeared on his wristwatch, with several panels of images appearing around the two of them in batches.

Helmut stared wide-eyed at the holographic images before him.

On the wasteland, a nimble and swift figure was fighting against another ugly figure that looked like a demon. Every punch and kick seemed to have the power to destroy the world.

The speed was so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye, and each punch-to-the-flesh collision created a ring of air.

Terrifying black and red lightning crisscrossed, while dense golden rays of light crisscrossed the air.

And the earth split open, spewing forth a torrent of fire from hell, turning the sky crimson.

Apart from this, the other scenes are the same.

In the city, monsters beyond description raged, with several Astartes in crimson power armor, a woman in a red overcoat, and several mages in yellow robes standing before them.

Brilliant magic, clad in heavy powered armor, yet every move he makes breaks the sound barrier.

All of this assaulted his visual senses.

In the past, Helmut would have simply assumed that this was footage from a film.

"This is....."

"One of them is the war between our Emperor Matthew and the Demon Lord Mephisto, the King of Hell, and the other is our battle against alien life that has invaded Earth."

Reicher gave a brief explanation and then turned off the holographic display.

Helmut took a deep breath and silently processed everything he had just witnessed.

His mind was fixed on one image: a young boy with short, black hair, wearing a black coat, confronting a demon, and his profile.

Helmut understood that the boy was the emperor that Reicher had mentioned.

Don't ask him how he could guess.

It's just a feeling.

“Listen, I’m not going to try to convince you with lofty notions about the fate of all mankind. I’ll just say one thing.” Rachel raised a finger, simple and direct: “The Emperor needs territory, he needs development, and he values ​​Sokovia.”

"The Emperor has compassion for the suffering of the Sokovian people. We will drive away all wars, restore peace, and vigorously develop the country."

"From now on, there is no need to worry about not having enough to eat or wear, no need to worry about a shell falling from the sky one day, no need to worry about not making money, and no need to worry about corruption."

So, are you willing to do your part?

After speaking, Reicher fell silent and waited for Helmut's reply.