Heinrich Zemo smiled as he handed over his work badge and allowed the security personnel to conduct a routine inspection.
Just as he had guessed, this underground facility had never faced any threats over the years, so its security procedures were extremely lax. Although all the guards were professionals, years of repetitive work could wear away anyone's vigilance. After swiping his work badge and passing through the metal detector, Zemo cleared security without issue. Following a psychological profile file somehow obtained by the organization and marked FBI Human Resources Department, he carefully imitated the FBI Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services Division criminal psychology expert he had shot dead in a bathtub. He adopted the man's slightly obsessive, socially awkward mannerisms—lowering his head with a shy expression whenever he made eye contact with someone, then rambling on about the psychological traits of the criminal in this case. He also told the staff guiding him and the German official in charge of the case about unusual criminal psychology cases he had encountered in the past, paying no attention whatsoever to their impatient expressions.
He had spent three hours studying criminal psychology textbooks and browsing crime reports online, all to ensure he would not expose himself while discussing the matter. This job was merely a formality. Even if he said something wrong, no one would notice unless they were professionals. Germany's experts had all been excluded from this operation, and even if the agent assigned to liaise with him noticed something suspicious, there would be no time to verify his identity. Still muttering away, Zemo followed the agent into an elevator descending deep underground, repeatedly reviewing his escape route in his mind.
Now, he had finally seen his target—the lever that could bring down the skyscraper of superheroes.
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