Sokovia, Hydra headquarters.
In the dim command center, ghostly blue tactical screens cast light over a series of solemn faces.
Helmut Zemo, Hydra's current leader, lightly tapped his knuckles against the cold metal table, his gaze sweeping over the red and blue points of light representing allied and enemy forces on the screen.
Just then, an unfamiliar voice suddenly sounded in the communications channel without warning, as though it had appeared from thin air.
"Hello, Baron Zemo."
The voice was young and steady, carrying an unfathomable calm.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Psypoint. You may also call me Miles Zero."
Zemo's tapping fingers abruptly stopped, and his pupils contracted slightly.
"...You invaded my system, and this is how you chose to open?"
As he replied, he discreetly gestured to the technical director beside him.
"You are either extremely confident or extremely foolish."
Meanwhile, Hydra's technical director had gone pale. His hands flew wildly over the keyboard as he tried to trace the ghostlike signal, but the screen displayed nothing but chaotic, meaningless code from beginning to end.
He simply could not understand how the other party had infiltrated them!
"If I were foolish, you wouldn't be hearing me right now."
Miles's voice continued, unhurried and composed.
"I came from the thirtieth century to pursue Nathaniel Richards, a temporal fugitive from the future. I'm a Mutant from the future. Incidentally, those two people your team rescued are my companions..."
"A Mutant from the future?"
Baron Zemo furrowed his brow deeply. Turmoil stirred in his heart, yet his face remained impassive. He controlled one of the largest underground organizations in the world and had long grown accustomed to all manner of unbelievable intelligence.
"You say you came from the future?"
Zemo asked, "Then what makes you think I'll believe you?"
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