Marvel Book of Magical Events

Perhaps the jokes and sense of humor slightly lightened the false seriousness that Tita tried so hard to maintain. When the corners of the android's mouth rose, Natasha Romanoff also relaxed a little. Tita will be wary of her because of her former spy identity, so Natasha will not put the questions she wants answers on the surface, or even bring up close topics and then make smooth transitions to prevent Tita from getting nervous again. Tight nerves.

Now she is very satisfied and there is no need to let her dream life pass her by.

Although the cloning organ cultivation technology is already very mature for the Eternal City, the relatively harsh surgical conditions and relatively mature transplantation technology may still cause trouble during the operation. Even autologous transplantation may cause unexpected problems. The problem. Natasha felt she was ready to endure the endless pain and aftermath of surgery, and such was her determination that she turned down some jobs.

Her former friends (now she doesn't know if she should call them friends) did not make things difficult for her and force her to accept the job. Instead, they blessed her with the life of her dreams. Natasha is glad that the matter can end here, but there are some jobs that she cannot refuse, because they are jobs that her sense of justice and conscience cannot refuse.

She needs to know whether the emperor's cause is correct and just at all times, and whether anyone is living in the shadow cast by the glorious ideal, doing things that are no different from the past - there are always shadows under the sun, and one of the jobs she accepted is Make sure no mold grows in the shadows - but she's a spy, and a woman, and she can't just accept jobs from the Emperor. The nature of this job is basically the same as the previous one. The difference is that she does not need to provide detailed intelligence to the superiors. She only needs to judge the emperor's cause and determine whether it maintains justice.

Natasha knew that the emperor knew that she had accepted the job, but because the emperor believed that she knew the importance and would not leak information that would really cause losses, and that accepting the job was based on her sense of justice, the emperor was not satisfied with her behavior. Just turn a blind eye. This is a kind of unspoken trust and tacit understanding. Natasha Romanov enjoys the convenience brought by this tacit understanding. She has even planned her life after regaining her fertility.

"I suggest you go to the lounge to meet the scientists who are about to arrive at the space station." Tita took a data pad from her adjutant. The contents of this data pad have a higher level of confidentiality than those held by Natasha Romanoff. "Although you already have their background information, most of the information is provided by their country of origin, which may not be accurate. You can now ask them while they are still excited about going to space, and maybe they will reveal For some information, I will prepare disguise tools for you, the masks you used in the past."

Tita showed considerable gentleness, which made Natasha Romanoff very grateful that her work this week could be completed smoothly. She accepted the suggestion calmly, turned around, left and took the guest room elevator back to her room, waiting for Dita to send someone to deliver the props. As far as Natasha Romanoff knows, her main job now is to conduct background checks on foreign scientists entering the space station, and this work also requires the close cooperation of the sisterhood.

"She is still delivering information to the upline. Judging from the network data we intercepted, she did not deliver any important information." After Natasha Romanov opened the door with a genetically encoded key in the guest room access control, Tita said Then he took out an intercom. If the shield is not turned on, micrometeorites in the sky will often bump into the metal on the surface of the space station. Armored portholes will often face such threats and may even be penetrated. This is a problem that all aerospace scientists must face, but after the shield of the Tianjian Space Station is turned on, this problem can be ignored. Tita can occasionally see flashes of micro lightning outside the porthole. "Do we have enough intelligence to locate her superiors?" There was a hint of malice in her tone. "Can we catch that bastard who is causing trouble?"

"The First Secret Regiment are all professionals." Victor von Doom's magnetic voice came from the communication channel, "Don't take this as the main task, girl, he would rather you Focus on other work.”

"I am just his hound, Lord Regent. You only have the right to make suggestions to us. Please forgive me for being rude. The sisterhood will obey your orders, but I will not." Hearing Tita say this, Victor Feng ·Dum felt his headache coming on again. "I can't let others poison his work. He also wants me to protect his property, right?"

"Don't try to understand him, Tita, that will be your biggest mistake. Since he allowed Natasha Romanoff to live, he must have had his own ideas." Victor von Doom said, "Spy a little It’s not important either, what’s important is the prey that slipped away from our hands again, maybe Natasha Romanoff is still alive because he wants to continue to obtain information from her superiors.”

Tita's cheeks suddenly turned red. "Do you know what he thinks?"

"Yes, girl, I always know what he thinks because I am his regent."

Victor von Doom lowered his head and glanced at the file on the desktop that Diana List had just put on the table. From the Ministry of Finance, related to the emperor's industrial upgrading plan. No matter how the emperor raises funds, an economic recession will inevitably occur when the massive bubbles of financial capitalism are gradually eliminated. At this time, related industrial upgrades must keep up to fill the composition and number of jobs. He didn't have much time to make up for the emperor's interpersonal troubles, and being able to talk to Tita more was out of the emperor's favor.

"At least most of the ideas, I can say that."

"But then you never remind me."

"He doesn't want me to be so honest, and he also hopes that you can understand it yourself. Preaching alone cannot correct your shortcomings, only personal experience will do." Victor von Doom said before hanging up the communication, "He gave Your horse has been genetically modified, and the total cost has exceeded $200 million. He has high hopes for you, but he will not ask you to be overly enthusiastic."

Tita thought of the white horse given to her by the emperor. The overly strong muscles and overly hard bones made the genetically modified horse a terrestrial biological tank. Similar samples could even withstand being hit by a van at full speed, and the injuries suffered were only caused by jamming. It's just that you can't crawl out of the metal. Accepting that gift was not just because of the emperor's favor for her, but because the emperor expressed his expectations for her with a white horse - in folklore, white horses symbolize many good qualities, so many fairy tales (modified version ), the prince would come to the princess on a white horse - now Tita really wants to see the white horse that is still kept in the stables of the Oxfordshire manor.

"Oh, man, I've had enough!"

Pegasus lowered his head and skillfully took the apple on the plate into his mouth. As a horse that can shoot lasers and bullets from its mouth (in fact, it can't, it's just a magic spell cast by the emperor), Pegasus considers himself to be much nobler and more noble than the other horses in the stable. What's more, it also has a pair of wings that can fly. When walking on a sunny day, it must occupy the softest lawn and then roll around on it.

However, this beautiful life is getting shorter and shorter. Some giant horses that were not as strong as it but were far more powerful than ordinary horses also came to the stable. If that was the case, Pegasus wouldn't be too bothered. What really bothered him was that those horses were so annoying. As good as the Cheshire Cat. "Can you give me an apple, brother." A white horse with a mechanical device with a brass casing installed around its neck shook its head, and a burst of electronic synthesized sound came from the loudspeaker, "I will be golden tomorrow." The people were taken away and used as stallions. I admit, I have eaten a bucket today, but..."

Seeing Hammurabi, Pegasus neighed with excitement.

"No, you only completed the minimum training target today, Pegasus." Hammurabi shook his finger. Wearing power armor to manage a stable is nothing unusual. The only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is the crimson shirt that is easily stained. "Your caloric intake has exceeded the standard. As the emperor's mount, you must always be in top condition."

Pegasus tried to shake his head.

"No?"

It nodded wildly, then gestured to the opposite stable with its mouth, and even picked up an apple and threw it into the opposite stable, hitting the other horse accurately on the head. In fact, Pegasus's stable was not locked. He could leave the stable and wander around the manor at any time. The reason why he stayed here obediently was entirely because he tried to break into the emperor's bedroom one night and played on the soft floor. It rolled and slept on the carpet, thus receiving the worst scolding in its life. It could only stay here until the emperor calmed down, sleeping on dry and soft straw like ordinary horses, saying goodbye to its own expensive silk bedding.

"He's been a little cranky lately." Somehow, the talking horse seemed to have a sense of humor. "I don't think it has much to do with me, but he's been really cranky lately. But there's one more thing I want to discuss. Question, about the rights of horses. There are already flying horses in this world, but I am the only talking horse, so why can’t I eat two buckets of fruit every day? I hope I can specify the type of fruit and the entrance of hay Temperature, can specify the scent of grooming water...I am a tasteful horse, Okay?"

Hammurabi ignored it and addressed Pegasus instead.

“This is the first time we’ve made a talking horse, and there are bound to be some unexpected problems. But that doesn’t stop us from continuing to try… But it’s not the only talking horse in the project; Others of the same kind, so genetic stability experiments will be carried out next to stabilize specific gene loci."

Hammurabi ignored the talking horse's inquiry about the other mare's type of music. He didn't know why the emperor invented brain-enhancing surgery and used it on horses, but he was sure that this kind of experiment was not only to increase the brain capacity of horses, but the ultimate goal was to use it on humans-perhaps this was a Field's prerequisite technology to solve Alzheimer's disease, because the project's badge has Wakanda elements, which proves that biological researchers from Wakanda's Hahnburg are involved - but Hammurabi does not think he has studied the relevant Thesis, so he knew nothing about it. He could only make sure that this thing had been approved and inspected by the commander of the guards and did not carry bacteria, viruses and parasites that might infect humans and animals. Otherwise, he would not be able to enter the manor at all.

"It will go to Montana for a while. The emperor bought a ranch there and several hired cowboys are managing it. Those horses will participate in genetic experiments on American wild horses..." Hammurabi told Per Gassos put on the saddle and reins and said, "Did you know that the wild horses in North America today are actually descendants of the wild horses brought by Columbus, and they are all Spanish horses. So I would suggest instilling Spanish in those horses before the experiment. "

"Oh, I like Latin American girls..."

The Praetorian's sporadic sense of humor could only be echoed by another horse, because he did not have the ability to directly read minds and could not communicate directly with Pegasus. But Pegasus seemed to understand, and he even spat at the stable opposite, causing the talking horse to complain. However, since Pegasus is almost twice as tall as an ordinary horse, the genetically modified horse did not dare to make any resistance, because even the genetically modified and enhanced muscles and bones cannot be compared with the real ones. Fight against the giant creature Pegasus.

"Anyway, I always think that after Wakanda started to learn subliminal indoctrination technology and brain-computer interface technology, there seemed to be some problems beyond our control." Hammurabi sighed. He wanted to go out for a walk on horseback. A few laps, instead of riding on a hover jet motorcycle and rampaging around, with a momentum that could knock over super-heavy tanks and smash everything in its path. There are not no horses that can withstand the Praetorian Guards, but the only horse that has been successfully created in the genetic laboratory and has bone and muscle strength comparable to Pegasus is only one, and that horse is now sent back to the laboratory for further treatment. Examination and surgery to install sound-generating devices and processors connected to the brain-computer.

"Now is your running time, Pegasus." He moved Pegasus out of the stable and released the reins. Just like in the past, when the emperor did not need Pegasus, it had a period of free relaxation. When the emperor needed it, it had to appear by the emperor's side and accept the shackles of the golden rein. This is the power of the contract, and Pegasus, as the king of that ethnic group living in the outer dimension, must also abide by this never-ending contract. So it always wants to find something happy to do. "It's still the same as before. It can only fly at low altitudes and cannot attract the attention of ordinary people."

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