Marvel Book of Magical Events

"What action?" Maya Hansen asked curiously. It was rare for her to see Salomon so concerned about something. In most cases, the mystics in her eyes were bastards who liked to hand over the work to others, no different from the bastard tutors who squeezed graduate students in the laboratory. If it weren't for the life-saving grace and the interesting topics provided, Maya Hansen would have smashed the table on Salomon's head.

Salomon pushed aside the red liquid and ether particles on the table, and pulled out a blank A4 paper from the drawer. This kind of commonly used paper is very rare in the Immortal City, because most of the papers that Salomon ordered are expensive parchment and more expensive calf paper. As for the little devil's skin paper peeled off from the lower plane, others can't even see it. He took a pen and wrote down on the paper in front of Maya Hansen what the artificial legion would do next, as well as his own work - this was not part of the confidentiality of the contract signed by the druids, and he didn't want to make a big noise before it was done.

After confirming that Maya Hansen had read it, Salomon destroyed the paper full of plans. "That's what we're going to do next," he said. "But before that, we have to get technical support."

"You mean... the artificial intelligence on the holographic projection table?"

"That's right." Salomon pointed to a cultivation tank placed a little farther away. Instead of metal bones for reinforcement, Salomon pointed to a large pile of electronic equipment and wires arranged according to the internal organs of the human body. "That is the body prepared for the artificial intelligence. As long as it is willing to help me get the maximum benefit from this operation, this body belongs to it."

It's a gamble. If the bet is won, the organization established by Salomon in the Immortal City will be able to truly operate. If he fails to obtain enough resources from S.H.I.E.L.D., then Salomon will have to rely on the outrageous technological level of the Brotherhood of the Holy Shield, and go back and fill up a bunch of technological black boxes bit by bit before proceeding with research and development.

In order to avoid the latter situation, Salomon woke up the holographic projection desktop again, and re-determined the transaction with artificial intelligence. The artificial intelligence agreed, but Salomon had to go to a mental hospital first to make sure that its executor would not be harmed.

"I-think-she-is-safe." Salomon imitated the intermittent tone of artificial intelligence, "she is happily threatening her attending physician. She may really have a mental illness! I mean, from your point of view, she seems to be obsessed with you... You should look at similar incidents in human society, nothing more than stalking home and then committing crimes. You can't guarantee that she won't find your hiding place again."

"What? What did you say? Do you think that no one can find your location, because every piece of your information has gone through thousands of jumps?" Salomon tapped the desktop of the holographic projection lightly with his finger, "There is no secret in the world that is absolutely safe. This is the truth in the world. Even if I use a confidentiality contract, I will find the loopholes in the words. Have you forgotten how big your server is? With such a large power consumption and a warehouse with cooling requirements, this kind of transaction will leave traces. I only need to find specific transaction information. Don't say I can still use prophecy magic."

The mystic said in a half-negotiating, half-threatening tone: "So I want to reach another agreement with you - you can continue to carry out the mission that Mr. Finch gave you, but I will buy some additional servers for you and let your extra part of the brain serve me. I believe you also learned about my original intention through other people's mobile phones, which does not violate your mission."

"Very well, then the deal is concluded." Salomon turned and walked to the next room, and when he walked out, he placed a bolt gun on the holographic projection table. "I think your usefulness is more than that, you are a real artificial intelligence." He said, "I have already given you the chemical composition of the ammunition, you can start to optimize this gun, from 0.5 caliber to 0.75 caliber. Perform simulation calculations in your server, this gun needs to be equipped on a large scale. What, you said the problem of the production line-I remember that some production lines of the Hammer Group are being auctioned to pay off debts, and we can buy some back."

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"Do you have any idea how much trouble you've gotten into?"

"Stop, your trick of taking the moral high ground is useless." Salomon sat on a chair and ate a chocolate cake indifferently. He stared slyly at the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. sitting behind his desk. He had called before coming here just to have a word with Nick Fury—there was a lot to be done about the London conjunction.

"Can't I still say it? Look at the University of Greenwich..."

"If it wasn't for me, more ordinary people would die. Next topic, find something new."

"Okay, so let's talk about the dark elves running around. Yes, I heard the word from Agent Coulson's mouth, and I wonder if they will appear again. Thor walked too fast, and I didn't get Agent Coulson to ask."

"Not necessarily." Salomon licked the melted chocolate on his fingers, and then went to grab the cake in front of Nick Fury. Nick Fury was unimpressed, he stared Salomon's eyes dead, as if they were having some childish "whoever blinks first loses" contest. Agent Maria Hill prepared all kinds of snacks for his arrival, but the mystic believes that these things were actually arranged by Nick Fury, after all, his taste is top secret information.

"Not necessarily? What do you mean?"

"It's very simple, ether particles." Salomon waved his hand, and an alchemy book about the Philosopher's Stone appeared on the table. But Nick Fury said that he had already read this book, and he said that what was said in it was just the prototype of modern chemical experiments with gibberish and confusing code words and paintings.

"All I want you to read is the description about the Philosopher's Stone." The book on the table automatically turned the page to the position Salomon wanted, "Ether Particles are the Philosopher's Stone. Even if I captured the soul of the Dark Elf King, no one knows if he has used the Aether Particles to arrange his backhands—such as duplicating him and the Dark Elf battleship, just like he did in the past. But even if he did, it will be many years before he reappears. Let's talk about the latest things."

"Recently? You mean the aliens in London?"

"That's right, that's what I'm talking about. Some creatures are nothing special, but some creatures are very dangerous to ordinary people."

"I don't think there's anything scary about flower fairies. As for salamanders, people can only find them in fireplaces. Let's talk about another thing—I heard you met Sir Crawford's daughter. Tell me, Salomon, why are you interested in an ordinary person?" Nick Fury laughed like a fox who smelled hot French fries on the windowsill. A gymnast's certificate, but that doesn't fit your usual focus. So, is there something special about her that deserves your attention?"

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