Marvel Book of Magical Events

When Stark faced Harold Finch, he first asked him if he was the creator of the artificial intelligence. After getting an affirmative answer, Tony Stark opened his wine cabinet and shared the wine with Mr. Finch.

This was the wine he used to entertain famous people in academia, and only smart people could gain respect from him-this is a rare improvement. In the past, Stark had no intention of respecting others.

Although Mr. Finch agreed to Salomon's proposal, his companions arranged for an executive, Samun Shaw, to protect Mr. Finch to this strange place in order to ensure safety. Although she didn't know exactly what to do, but for Mr. Finch's sake, she planned to sit quietly by the bar and eat snacks.

This also allowed her to safely pass the boring academic discussion time between Mr. Finch and Stark. She had a headache when she heard those professional words.

What are you doing? Ms. Samn Xiao pinched a piece of sashimi and stuffed it into her mouth. She asked the mystic who was also sitting on the bar in an inarticulate voice. Are you serious? When she leaned over to see the content on the mystic's computer, her expression seemed to be choking, Are you doing your homework?

I'm still a student. Salomon didn't turn his head. He continued to write his thesis on his computer, and the camera on his laptop had a piece of chewing gum stuck to it. If I hadn't known about the machine, I would probably be writing my thesis in my room now. But that's impossible, because the machine would see my spellbook.

My God, you're not one of those people who stood on the rooftop protesting the invasion of privacy?

of course not.

Do you British middle schools still teach the Bible? This is really not your history class homework? Samun Shaw pointed curiously at Salomon's screen, which was about evangelical reforms. The mystic moved to the other side, keeping his computer slightly away from Samun Xiao's soy-sauce-smeared fingers.

You don't look British, you're not white enough, you're not red enough, you don't even have freckles. You look Middle Eastern and European.

I have the pure blood of Abraham on my body. Let me take a look at you, Ms. Xiao.

Then how did you come to America?

Where is Mr. Reese? The mystic tried to divert Samun Shaw's attention with other topics, so that she would not disturb his homework progress.

There is a new number, and Harold thinks I'm not suitable for this task because I'm too rough. So John asked me to come here, and Harold will pay for it. Samun Shaw laughed, seeming to be proud of his rough behavior. She turned around and stuffed herself with another cookie—thanks to Mr. Finch's suggestion, Salomon and Stark didn't know how to get the lady to settle down.

Do you know Captain America?

Yes, it's not pleasant to get along with.

What about Thor?

It's even more unpleasant.

Where's Hawkeye?

Unfamiliar.

It seems that you have a good relationship with Stark, and you scholars will get along better. As for the Black Widow...she is too hot. If she is willing to accept women, I don't mind. The last person left in the Avengers, you will not become bigger and greener, and you can guess your identity with simple elimination methods. Salomon, you are the silver knight! Samun Xiao licked his fingers, and his black hair tied into a ponytail dangled contentedly.

She held out her hand to Salomon. Under the puzzled eyes of the mystic, she shook her palm again.

Gun! She raised her eyebrows, looking incredible, Don't you have a gun? John told me about your super big pistol! Show me it!

Salomon thought that he had taken it for granted before, it was impossible for him to get along well with this woman, she was annoying him to death.

Mr. Finch seemed to have ended his discussion with Stark. He walked around in front of a row of computers, updating the firewall with the help of Jarvis. The lame leg couldn't affect his work speed at all.

Where did you find him, Salomon. Stark drank the last bit of wine in the glass, He has a deep research in programming. If the creator of the artificial intelligence is who, he is the only one who is qualified. Although I don't want to admit defeat, I have to admit that he is indeed better than me in this respect—maybe I can invite him to work with me?

I don't think it's possible. Harold would rather hide in the library. Samun Shaw said vaguely, no one knew how much she ate. Stark wisely shuts up after catching a glimpse of her biceps.

Tony Stark was busy on the opposite computer, updating Jarvis. The important scientific and technological data of the Stark Group are protected by Jarvis and physically isolated. Tony Stark absolutely does not want his scientific and technological achievements to be stolen by others.

I think you can trust my machine, Mr. Damonette. I created it to protect lives. I trained my machine to predict criminal activity. Even if it saw the data, it would not disclose it to others. Your worries are unnecessary, Mr. Damonette. Before that, it would only give out the number. Mr. Finch said, And the firewall may not necessarily work. You must understand this, and even the strongest firewall requires continuous maintenance.

Magic is not just words and patterns, Harold, magic runes have an effect on anyone who sees them. Salomon turned his chair, picked up a pen and wrote a rune on the printer paper.

See? Kenza.

He shook the paper, and then, in the eyes of everyone, he said the meaning of the rune, and the printing paper ignited spontaneously when it was kept away from the heat source. This is the power of magic, Mr. Finch, it is not I who activated this rune, but you who know its meaning. Salomon stepped on the flame until the printing paper went out. He said, There is no lack of extremely dangerous content in my magical materials. If your artificial intelligence wants to obtain a movable form-I happen to have the content on hand, and I have created it. I don't think you want your own machine to be able to execute orders on its own, Mr. Finch?

You created the Terminator? Samun's eyes widened.

It's not that exaggerated. What I created is an alchemy doll, a synthetic human with human ecology and superhuman strength. This is not the same thing at all! said the mystic. In fact, you have already seen it. I believe that Mr. Reese must have asked you to investigate Dinah, who is my maid. That is the alchemy doll I created, an assistant who shares life with me. If your machine has those equipment and materials, it is very likely that it will copy my previous processes and create your own form.

You are a pervert! I can imagine what you think of her! Salomon moved aside again, because Ms. Samun Shaw seemed to want to smash her fist on his head. Although Samun can laugh, his reactions are somewhat flat, and only anger looks like a normal emotional expression.

It's the alchemy assistant and the grocery shopping maid, you stupid woman! The mystic showed disdain, Am I like that? Go away. Salomon turned to Harold again, If you don't want your machine to knock on your door one day, you can only do me this favor, Mr. Finch—provided that part of the information has not been obtained by your machine.

What Salomon didn't say was about the Immortal City Laboratory. Not long ago, Maya Hansen suggested that Salomon connect the laboratory to the Internet. Now that something like this has happened, the construction progress of the laboratory is about to fall behind.

It's over. Samun Xiao slumped on the chair, I think the machine should have obtained that part of the information, it's always done like this in the movies.

I don't know when you became so pessimistic, Ms. Xiao, I'm working hard!

Ask for a recommendation ticket! !