Marvel Book of Magical Events

"Master, I..."

Although her master has prepared a negotiation plan for her, she has never won or lost with anyone on the lip. Tita felt that the previous journey was far more difficult than any battle, and it was only now that she recovered a little, trying to calm down. Salomon waved his hand to stop the flustered robot from continuing, because everyone could tell that Tita's mood was not stable. He beckoned Tita to sit down in the guest chair, asked the invisible servant to bring her a cup of hot tea, and then continued to wipe his head with a towel—he decided not to bring the ancient Antarctic bacteria into human society.

"Just submit the report to me later, I believe you can complete the basic task." He pushed aside a document on the table. That document was the Sisterhood's surveillance report of Harold Finch and John Reaser, who were trying to find and contact Salomon to figure out what was going on with the Samaritan's artificial intelligence. It's just that Salomon has other things to do, so this matter has been postponed indefinitely. "As for whether Agent Hill agrees to other conditions, the situation is on our side." He said, "We don't intend to tear ourselves apart with Nick Fury. This kind of mutual coexistence is the best choice for him. At least he hopes so."

"She disagrees, Master."

Salomon suspected that he had heard it wrong, until Tita repeated it, telling him some details of the negotiation. A consensus was reached on the basic conditions, but on certain conditions, Agent Hill refused to let go-obviously, Maria Hill, or Nick Fury, misjudged the situation. He is not a vulture, nor is he a hyena. He will not allow himself to be insulted and intimidated, let alone show cowardice and humbleness. He's a lion, and now it's S.H.I.E.L.D.'s turn to feed in his shadow, and all these years of preparation have been to make Nick Fury completely crawl in the shadows. Salomon comforts Tita, saying that this result has nothing to do with her, because Nick Fury also gave Maria Hill a plan. This is not a commercial negotiation, there is no room for maneuver, the two sides are just trying to figure out the other side's card.

"Have some tea and some maclin, girl." He said with a smile, "I'm going to settle accounts with the guy who bullied you."

Tita smiled apologetically.

She was wearing the black lipstick that Salomon gave her, her short white hair was shaking, and her eyes, which were exactly the same as Salomon's, looked perfect. Salomon stroked Tita's head, just like Dinah, she enjoyed this almost doting gesture very much. Created from a quarter of the Philosopher's Stone, they share a soul connection with Salomon just like Dinah. No matter what kind of person Salomon becomes, those artificial humans are as close and reliable as his soul half. Maybe it's because they are too closely connected. They occasionally reflect combat ability and intelligence that exceed the output power of the alchemy engine. They are like the reflection of Salomon's soul, but only a part of it.

"Go play poker, honey," he said. "You have a day off."

"Do you need the sisterhood to prepare for the battle, Master?" Tita stood up, carefully put down the cup, and then straightened her body, "SHIELD resisted your order, I think such an organization should be completely eliminated."

Salomon smiled and sighed.

The frenzy of artificial people is hard to contain, it always pops up from every corner.

"Don't worry, Tita, everything is going according to plan. No matter what Nick Fury chooses, I have a plan to lead the ending to the one I want." There was a light in his eyes. In Tita's eyes, this angry light dominated everything. "Our purpose is those green pointed ears. Nick Fury trusts them enough to call them to his service. We have plenty of time, and the Skrulls gathered together are good to hunt. I promise you, your sword will taste the blood of Skrulls."

"I will, Master! The Sisterhood will fight to the death for you!"

"Don't forget to submit the report." Salomon nodded, "This is the rule."

"Don't forget to file a report, Agent Hill," Nick Fury said. "Although S.H.I.E.L.D. no longer exists, this secret line is a legacy of S.H.I.E.L.D. Neither Congress nor the military can find it. I need a report to take control of the situation."

"Aren't you going to tell me the countermeasures?" Agent Hill was a little annoyed. Even with S.H.I.E.L.D. gone, Nick Fury's mysticism remains as incomprehensible as ever. "I think he might know the location of the Skrulls." The tone like a calm lake still rippled after all. Salomon was the urchin who threw the stone, "He seems to want to kill something."

"I don't expect a cosmic Hitler to understand what I'm doing," Nick Fury said in the rhythmic tone of a street black man. "You just need to help me hold him."

"So what." Agent Hill said, "Do you expect me to command the Avengers to fight him?"

"Why not?" Nick Fury said.

"Are you serious?"

"No, I'm joking, don't take it seriously. I'm still in control."

"There's no need to call me on a prepaid phone if you can."

"Where do you think S.H.I.E.L.D. got people's information? Prepaid mobile phones! Who do you think promoted prepaid mobile phones and Arpanet? Or S.H.I.E.L.D.!" Nick Fury threw away the cigarette in his hand and patted the ragged junkie beside him. An arm full of needle holes stretched out from the tattered quilt, took the cigarette butt, and then brought it to his mouth to take a puff.

These drug bugs can't do drugs on the street because every street drug addict gets robbed and stolen by other drug bugs after they lose consciousness, and the guys in this shitty building are scum who can't even afford meth, and no one is going to rob them. They may have been in suits and ties, but now they only have rotten teeth, chronic diseases that cannot be cured, and miserable lives of divorced wives and children. No one cares about these social dregs. Nick Fury, armed with a bunch of cockroaches and a pistol, easily won the welcome of the junkies, and they gave him a place to put the quilt.

Even though the area is full of used needles and fleas, it's a good place to hide. No one would have thought that the former director of S.H.I.E.L.D. would live in an abandoned building with a group of poisonous insects.

The Security Council of the World is still functioning, but now it's unknown, and Nick Fury is pretty sure some Hydra knows he's not dead yet. He does not believe that the U.S. government can eradicate all hydra parasitic in the system, because the hydra is black gold politics itself. He went back and found that Hydra's influence had even penetrated into Koch Industries, the second largest unlisted company in the United States. Nick Fury has given up hope for the US government, in his eyes, the Hydra in the US government will always exist.

You ask me why I update so late?

I can only tell you that the kitten started meowing as soon as I was fifteen centimeters away, and I couldn't stand the high pitch.

So I can only roll up the cat with a blanket, hugging and writing an update.