Zemo also realized his situation. He was going to die anyway, and his purpose had already been achieved. He only felt that his whole being was liberated, so when faced with Black Panther's questioning, he planned to tell the entire story.
This bastard was definitely a talent of society. If you lacked strength, you could still kill each other with words and fingers.
This kind of thing was a high-IQ crime. Compared with the previous Cross, who at least had a decent set of equipment, Zemo had become a one-time villain in the Marvel universe…
"Is that why you killed someone?"
"Tell me why you did this…"
At this moment, T'Challa was like a counselor, quietly listening.
"Ha…"
Zemo took a deep breath, sat down on the ground, and began to tell his story.
It turned out that Zemo was born in a place that no longer existed. Moreover, this place had a deep connection with the Avengers.
That's right—Sokovia. A city destroyed by the Avengers.
At that time, Zemo still had a happy family, but everything was destroyed by the Avengers. His family was gone, his hometown was reduced to ruins. Under the double blow, his emotions finally erupted. Likewise, he wanted to destroy the Avengers and the so-called superheroes.
However, he knew that he didn't possess that kind of strength, so what followed were those scenes, one after another.
"Someone died, and it's my fault."
"Blame us."
"This job…"
"We try to save as many people as possible."
"However, sometimes not everyone can be saved."
"If we don't understand this, maybe we won't be able to save even one person."
"Do you understand?"
Black Panther explained earnestly. These words seemed to be spoken to Zemo, but they were even more like words meant for the Avengers.
Although Black Panther had not participated in the Sokovia battle back then, he knew the tragedy of the situation and the innocent people who died because of it. Although he was not a member of the Avengers, as a superhero, he had the duty to protect the Earth and Wakanda—everything he was meant to protect.
What's more, as one of Sokovia's buried victims, his own father had also been killed by Zemo's scheme. Was there anything more painful for Black Panther than this? Yet he endured it. In this world, everyone is a criminal, and at the same time, everyone is innocent. Sometimes, choosing to forgive others is also an attitude toward facing reality.
"Hmph, what do you know?"
"Do you know the pain of losing a loved one?"
As he spoke, Zemo suddenly raised his arm. A Desert Eagle pistol was clutched in his hand. After venting the gloom in his heart and achieving his goal, all he wanted was to reunite with his family as soon as possible.
Bang!!
A piercing gunshot rang out across the empty land.
"I understand the pain of losing a loved one better than you do,"
"Because my father was killed by you."
Black Panther grabbed the muzzle of the gun with one hand, while his other arm wrapped around Zemo's body, restraining him completely.
The murderer who had finally been caught—the mastermind behind everything—could not be allowed to die so easily, especially not in front of him.
"Why can't we let go of hate?"
"Aren't people alive to pursue happiness?"
After Black Panther finished speaking, he knocked Zemo out directly. Black Panther could understand and endure, but some narrow-minded people were simply too difficult to understand and accept. (At this moment, Zemo was probably still thinking about his family. The most important thing was to end it cleanly…)
In the Queens District, inside the villa, Blaine was soaking comfortably in a hot bath.
After an entire day of fighting, commenting, and watching battles, it really felt fulfilling.
However, what Blaine didn't know was that at the same time, Zemo had been imprisoned by S.H.I.E.L.D. Black Panther and Bucky had also shaken hands and made peace, and Bucky had even followed T'Challa back to Wakanda.
As for Captain America, it could be considered an apology to Tony, but whether this rift would ever be fully healed was another matter entirely.
Of course, these were not things Blaine needed to worry about. Right now, he just wanted to take a good bath, eat a good meal, and then get a good night's sleep.
After finishing his bath, it was already evening. Coincidentally, the big, black, chubby guy at the racetrack happened to be on vacation after the race, so Blaine once again shamelessly went over for a free meal.
The next morning, Blaine got up early as well. Ever since encountering those incidents last time, unless there were special circumstances, Blaine would always wake up early and go train in the backyard.
Not only that, but Blaine had somehow fallen in love with exercising. Even so, after each mission, he still had to give himself a few days off.
However, now that Blaine was on vacation, he no longer indulged in mediocrity or wasted time aimlessly like before. It was said that the road to becoming stronger was full of thorns and obstacles, but Blaine was different. As long as he had money, the road was basically uphill yet smooth.
Still, Blaine had figured something out. Even someone like Captain America exercised relentlessly every single day, so what reason did Blaine have to slack off?
Thinking back, playing games and golf before had merely been ways to kill time. It really shouldn't have been like that.
Every day, aside from training in the backyard, Blaine also ran—but not around Queens, nor around the Earth. He ran inside the Hunter Space.
Within the Hunter Space, Blaine could run freely and recklessly, without worrying about spatial rifts caused by excessive speed, or whether the terrain was large enough.
It wasn't just running. Such a massive magic circle, the control of mental power, and other forms of training—all of it relied on the Hunter Space. Now, Blaine had discovered a second use for the Hunter Space. It truly had been a waste of such excellent equipment before.
Moreover, to make his training more effective, Blaine specifically purchased various fitness equipment outside: sandbags, treadmills, barbells, and so on. He directly bought out several nearby equipment stores, fearing that the intensity still wouldn't be enough.
All of Blaine's equipment inside the Hunter Space roughly filled an entire football field.
It was a pity that Blaine's Hunter Space level was only 2.0 for now. If he could upgrade it to 3.0, even buying all this equipment could be skipped.
Because Hunter Dimension 3.0 could imitate real objects on its own based on the host's imagination—somewhat similar to Green Lantern's abilities, but only within the Hunter Dimension.
Even so, Blaine was already very satisfied. After all, there was no need to worry about equipment damage or replenishment.
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