When that gold-and-red figure appeared in the sky, the clearly still inexperienced second-generation Baron Zemo fell into a state of extreme panic.
"Calm down, you little bastard," Schiller snapped. Despite wearing such a young face, the words did not sound out of place. Baron Zemo could not help looking at him. Schiller said coldly, "Iron Man definitely did not come to investigate you because he received information from the Federal Bureau of Investigation. He has never gotten along with the police, and he cannot possibly have any conclusive evidence. Since he cannot prove you broke the law, he will not take the law into his own hands. Now go deal with him."
Baron Zemo took a deep breath, as though he had only just realized it. "Right, he has no evidence. Long Island is full of police right now. He cannot just take me away in front of so many people for no reason..."
Baron Zemo grabbed his communicator and ran outside, seeming to have completely forgotten that Schiller was also a stranger who had broken in here. The staff member who had brought him in earlier had also been summoned away by a phone call to help support him, leaving only Schiller and the other two behind.
"You knew his father?" The Punisher asked.
"No." Schiller shook his head. "I only knew he was Hydra, so I disguised myself as Hydra too. That settled it, didn't it?"
"You weren't afraid he would investigate your identity?"
"What do you think Hydra is? A professional and precise spy organization?"
"Isn't it?"
"When an organization expands to a global scale, factions inevitably emerge, and they even end up obstructing one another. Hydra is the opposite of professional and precise. So as long as I say I am one of them, he has