After pondering for a moment, Blue Gloves decided to let everything develop as it did in history.
As the leader of Hydra, even on such a chaotic night, he still could pass through unimpeded.
The surrounding flames were too bright; his programming was that of a spy-type bionic man, born to avoid such conspicuous places.
Taking his guards on a slightly longer route, he walked up to the Zemo family's doorstep.
He handed his weapon and badge to Zemo's son, Helmut Zemo, pretending to be very saddened, and informed him of the news.
"Sorry, child, your father, my good friend, the great warrior of Hydra, has just perished."
Helmut received his father's sword; he was not surprised, Old Zemo had once told him this was a world of life and death.
Only this day arrived a little earlier, and his father was far less powerful than imagined.
"Then, Mr. Heine, who killed him?"
Little Zemo accepted the badge, held it in his hand, and although he appeared calm, his heart was full of grief, knowing he had lost his father, he could no longer be just a child.
From now on, he would be Baron Zemo.
He would take on the family's destiny and inherit his father's forces, all of which must be paid for in blood.
However, the family had always been prepared, and he had long been aware.
Compared to his father, he was the true genius, not in scientific research, but in cybernetics, guerrilla warfare, and terror doctrines.
He could pretend to be an ordinary child, acting innocent in life, letting those who coveted the Zemo Clan overlook his presence.
And when necessary, he could take on major responsibilities, even surpassing his father....
Of course, his current weaknesses are also obvious, besides a mature mind, he has nothing else.
Heine certainly knew that the second-generation Zemo was the real enemy of The Avengers, now that he had prematurely fostered this monster, he would only be even stronger than in history.
But for now, this little guy poses no threat to his and the Supreme Venerable's plans.
"It was Captain America, Baron. I represent the Supreme Leader in expressing his sincere condolences to you and hope you continue to be loyal to Germany and Hydra."
"Of course, the Zemo Clan will always be loyal to the Supreme Leader." Little Zemo pinned the Hydra badge to his pajamas, fully shedding the innocent appearance of childhood, his expression stern: "Long live Hydra!"
Heine smiled and nodded at him, the wheels of history continued to move along their previous trajectory, just at a slightly faster pace, which was not a big deal.
As for whether Zemo was loyal to the Supreme Leader or Hydra, what did it have to do with him? They were all just a bunch of fools being toyed with in the palms of the Supreme Venerable.
"Then I'll take my leave, I'm sure you have many affairs to attend to at home."
Heine tipped his hat and turned to leave.
Zemo watched Heine's figure gradually recede, he drew his father's sword and looked at it, there was not a speck of blood, nor any signs of clashing with other weapons.
He instantly understood everything, expressionless, he closed the door.
"Do you take me for a fool? Heine, you'll know how terrifying it is to provoke Zemo..."
Zemo returned to his bedroom, he did not tell his mother of his father's death, he was now the head of the Zemo family, his decisions were orders.
He took off his pajamas, found a military uniform from his wardrobe, it was that of the Little Moustache Youth Corps, he put it on, reattached the badge and his weapon.
Then he opened the door to his father's laboratory, inside he found spare adhesive and weapons, equipping himself fully.
Only, due to his age, he seemed too thin and small, without any intimidation.
But this was easily resolved, he found a piece of purple velvet fabric, cut out two holes, and covered his head with it.
He looked just like his father...
He had completed all the preparations, he needed to seize the moment when the news had not spread, to take over his father's forces, this required dealing with many people.
But he was confident in victory, it would only take some time.
After which, he had a plan on how to find his father's true enemy and take revenge for him.
With a sound mind, there's virtually no difference between seven and seventy years, but before everyone realizes this, he must achieve his goals...
............
Heine also had regrets at this moment; the cunning Red Skull did not appear on the battlefield, he had monitored the call between Zemo and Red Skull, thinking this was a good chance to deal with Red Skull.
As soon as they dealt with Captain America, he would come out to deal with them, and secure the Cosmic Rubik's Cube for the great Sovereign.
However, Red Skull was too cunning, he sent out a self-destructing clone.
And who fought with them was not Captain America, but a mysterious entity clad in an alien symbiote, Deathstroke.
Things became increasingly strange, and Heine could only pinch his nose and push the story back onto its historical track.
He didn't possess his master's great power, in terms of time issues, he was even more anxious than ordinary people, fearing something might go wrong, delaying the master's plans.
Besides obeying orders, the only thing he could do was to try to align these events with their historical original state.
Historically, the first-generation Baron Zemo should be killed by Captain America three years later, now it's a little early.
The second-generation Zemo should have become a successor over a decade later.
But now there's no choice; he can only advance these things.
He knew Red Skull was hiding somewhere in Paris, but with Dr. Zola's help, no one could find him, everything was so unsatisfactory.
Heine walked with his hands behind his back, accompanied by his personal guard on the street, he decided to think things through.
The streets were filled with firelight and thick smoke, the pungent odor infiltrated his nostrils, he began to grow weary, having hurriedly traveled from Berlin via flying disc to here, yet achieved nothing, now having to clean up the mess.
He'd had enough, he planned to take a short vacation trip to Italy.
As long as Hydra completely left Paris, and Deathstroke obtained all the Namor Fragments, then Deathstroke would lose power and clues, no longer able to obstruct the Supreme Venerable's plans.
In six months, the factories within Germany would be fully upgraded, and by then, once the Cosmic Rubik's Cube was obtained, those high-tech weapons that people in this era couldn't comprehend would flow from the production line like flowing water, aiding the great Supreme Venerable in conquering the world on this timeline.
Thinking about the present and comparing it to the history and future he knew, Heine felt utterly exhausted.
He was a trusted confidant of the great Supreme Venerable, an advanced bionic man, a tool stacked with artificial proteins.
But he still liked to think.
This made him feel alive.
When he came back to his senses, he realized he had walked to a very remote part of the district, the surrounding alleys pitch black, no souls in sight.
An ominous feeling crept over him, he sensed a chill.
The guards around him naturally felt it too, and immediately surrounded Heine closely.
"What's going on?"
Heine didn't notice any visible threat, but that feeling only intensified.
Walking in the dark night, on a dark street, naturally, he couldn't see things within the darkness, he was made too much like a human, so much so that 99% of him was just like a person.
Hence his eyes couldn't see, on the ground there was a black form of life, flowing like liquid to their feet...