Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 524 Old-fashioned (first update)
No matter how much information Salomon reveals, the most skilled female spy in the world cannot figure out his details.But Agent Romanov, who has been on the front line all year round, has a sharper sense of smell than Nick Fury, and an entire underground city is enough for her to understand that the situation has now reversed.Unbeknownst to her, Salomon's intelligence tentacles are deepening - this is the biggest difference between Salomon and the Avengers, he is not fighting alone.In the system he built, everyone will play out and practice the code of conduct of collectivism, rather than flaunting the individual heroism of self-specificity.

Agent Natasha Romanoff experienced this when interacting with the girls.

To be precise, she appreciates the idea of ​​teamwork, but she doesn't like the idea of ​​giving everything for the collective.This is related to her personal experience. In her childhood, she met careerists who used public tools for private purposes, which made her have a great misunderstanding of the concept of collective.

The inbreeding bureaucratic privileged class formed during the Brezhnev period betrayed the ideals of the founding of the country for self-interest, wantonly embezzled state property, embezzled, bribed, and engaged in malpractice.In the later Gorbachev period, the bureaucratic privileged class even joined forces with the pro-Western "social elite" to completely deny the ideas of Lenin and Marx.The shameful "Belovey Day Agreement" represented the desecration of the achievements of the October Revolution, the collective betrayal of the bureaucracy, and the incarnation of the political elites who later held power in Russia and the economic elites who became rich.

Salomon told the story to Agent Romanov.

It's not really something to discuss with a woman while basking in the sun, but Salomon still goes his own way.

He told Agent Romanov that the people who had directed her fate in her youth had been the pro-Western bureaucracy that had betrayed the success of the revolution.Her defection from the Red House to S.H.I.E.L.D. was nothing more than jumping from one quagmire to another. "You've had quite the dark humor in your life, my dear," Salomon said. "You thought you'd be saved, but you just jumped from one system full of corruption to another source of corrupt politics, from one corrupt system to another. tools become tools of another corrupt system."

"You know I don't care, Salomon. I'm a spy," Agent Romanoff said. "I just work for S.H.I.E.L.D., not America."

"The largest source of budget for S.H.I.E.L.D. is the United States. All members of the system come from capitalist society. Do you think there is any difference?" The mystic turned a page with a gentle expression.This book is what his Oxford professor asked him to read, and he will study the content here next semester. "With my shallow understanding of social science, I can guarantee that you have encountered the same thing in S.H.I.E.L.D. as in the Red House. You have seen a lot of corrupt officials. Tell me, what are the corrupt officials on both sides? Is there a difference?" His eyes hidden behind the sunglasses sparkled with interest, "You are not just a spy, Natasha. The term spy is too wasteful for you, you are a living specimen of sociology, No one has a better understanding of why the Soviet Union collapsed and how the bureaucracy corrupted than you do."

"What do you want to do?"

"I just want to ask you to help me finish my editorial, dear, this is my material for next semester." Salomon pushed his sunglasses, "Let's have a conversation full of hearsay. Don't worry, I Some key information will be hidden, so that people will not think of you."

"So you invited me here to help you with your political homework?" Agent Romanov encountered this situation for the first time, and she sat up from the beach chair in surprise. "That's new." She pushed the sunglasses up to her forehead, "but I have to say, your nerdiness is starting to attack me."

"I don't have big glasses, braces and high-waisted trousers, I watched the sitcom "Youth in the 70s"... I am a bit obsessive-compulsive, but I promise you, no one will ever reject me because of these reasons Me, I'm definitely not a Nerd."

"Who sang the song 'Telephone'?"

"Uh... Linkin Park?"

"It's Lady Gaga! What about 'She is My Sin'?"

"I don't know." Salomon shrugged, "You might as well ask me how to play "Riding Valkyrie"! I can play "Ring of the Nibelungen" on the piano! I also know Michael Jackson I'll sing "Sugar, Sugar" too!"

"Holy shit, that's the 1969 commercial! Not even Rodgers!"

Salomon pouted aggrievedly, and the female spy couldn't help kissing his face when she saw this scene, but he looked even more sad.She laughed out loud and reclined back on the beach chair.

"I've even heard of Joan Jeter!"

"Okay ok, I see. You never listen to pop music, do you, cute nerd? You know Britney? And Westlife? Gosh! You're more stuffy than Steve Rogers!" She smiled and said, "Tell me, have you been sleeping since 1874?" [Note: "The Ring of the Nibelungen" was completed. 】

"'Love The Way You Lie'! Gosh, honey, are you trying to tell me something with this song?"

Samun Shaw rolled his eyes, and he didn't have a good look at Groves who sat in the co-pilot by himself.As soon as this cheeky woman opened her mouth, she wanted Samn Shaw to come to her on her own initiative, and she also said that it would not affect the mission of Harold Finch and John Reaser.This is simply impossible!Since the last time the woman in the power armor attacked the bank, the terrorist group "Always Vigilant" has been completely out of control - during the HYDRA Rebellion, and all US intelligence agencies are busy scrambling for the S.H.I.E.L.D. corpse scramble for the black budget, and have no time to take care of domestic terrorist organizations.Coupled with the secret confrontation between the Samaritans and the machine, the "Always Vigilant" organization has completely transformed into an indiscriminate terrorist attack organization.

Not long ago, Harold Finch and John Reaser stopped a bombing by "Always Vigilant".

Samun Shaw has been busy for more than a month and hasn't slept well, so naturally he won't give Ms. Groves a good look when she comes looking for something. "Don't be so nervous, my dear." ROOT smiled and handed the document to Samn Shaw, then gestured for her to open it with his eyes, "There is no anthrax bacilli in it."

"If there is, you will die too." Samun Shaw opened the file and glanced through it hastily. "Where did you get it?" She turned her head and asked, "Which machine gave you this confidential document?"

"It's our mutual friend. Don't worry, his purpose is the same as ours, but his thinking is deeper, and I can't figure it out yet." ROOT said, "From the current performance, he seems to want to Leading Him in a fight with the Samaritans, restraining the Samaritans from going outside the norm. I don't understand why he did what he did, but I'm sure He agreed with it, and the advantage is on our side."

"You're a freak for calling that machine God!"

Samun Shaw imagined a black figure standing behind the two servers, but the black figure's face was blurred, and she could only see his long black hair clearly through the faint sunlight shining in from the small window. "We're all freaks, Xiao." ROOT leaned closer to her, "Don't you think so?"

Samun Shaw pushed away the clingy Groves.She snorted.

"Never!"

"Hmm~ Be honest, I know you like it."

"Damn!" Samun Shaw yelled laughing, "Don't tickle, I'm driving!"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)