Marvel Book of Magical Events

Mr. Damonette, you shouldn't be here. When Finch returned to the abandoned library with a cup of green tea, he was taken aback by the mystic standing in front of the iron gate. The little bear who was supposed to be housekeeper was lying at Salomon's feet and acting like a baby. This is not a good sign. It not only means that Finch's stronghold has been exposed to irrelevant personnel, but also means that neither he nor Mr. Reese can stop Salomon from doing anything.

Salomon, who was discovered on the spot, greeted Mr. Finch unhurriedly. While it looks like Salomon is now sharing candy with ROOT, Harold Finch has no idea what they were talking about before that. Considering the cooperative relationship between Salomon and the machine that Salomon revealed, it is very likely that ROOT, who was imprisoned in this quiet room full of interference signals, has received new instructions from the machine.

Where's Sam Shaw? Salomon pulled his hand out of the metal stretch door, bent down and carefully poked the bear's dog's head. Instead of revealing his true purpose, he talked about a less important topic.

Don't worry, this is just a family visit, but it's hard to find here. Salomon smiled and took out a few glass jars from his bag, and stuffed them into the hands of Mr. Finch, who was a little overwhelmed and vigilant. This is a gift for you. My family has newly made a pot of beef gravy that has been simmered for four days. It has a very strong taste, which can only be eaten in Michelin restaurants. This is red wine beef gravy, this is black pepper beef gravy, and this is the original sauce. force.

After stuffing the airtight glass jar to Finch, Salomon took out another bottle of red wine.

I'm sorry, I didn't inform you before the visit. It's very rude. This is a gift for you. Salomon nodded slightly and apologized to Mr. Finch. The overly polite atmosphere made Mr. Finch subconsciously bow his head and salute. When he straightened up, he forgot to be entangled in the question of what did Salomon and ROOT communicate with?

Romane-Conti. Mr. Finch took the red wine with his free hand. He roughly judged the value of the bottle of wine by looking at the label and year. This is a very valuable gift, Mr. Damonette.

But it's nothing to you and me. The $60,000 red wine was given away in the blink of an eye, and it's really nothing to the mystic. The collection value of this level of red wine is far higher than the tasting value, and the dollar is just a piece of paper to him. Except for the necessary scientific research equipment, which needs to be purchased in U.S. dollars, everything else can be spent locally.

For this reason, he specifically contacted a red wine supplier and signed a contract to supply various types of high-end red wine for a long time as employee benefits in the Immortal City.

Italian Conti red wine is one of the main red wine brands, and the supplier also gave Salomon a bottle of 2012 red wine worth $4,600 as a gift. The bottle of Conti red wine held by Finch is from 1995, which is a rare collection for those with sufficient wine knowledge.

ROOT stood in front of the metal retractable door and watched the increasingly bookish conversation between Mr. Finch and Salomon. She smiled and stuffed skittles into her mouth, and stretched out her hand for some candies for the little bear.

Salomon did tell her something, and gave her something in return. This is a deal between artificial intelligence and Salomon. As the top hacker and the executor of artificial intelligence, ROOT has the same position as Salomon—even as long as it is an order from that machine, ROOT will execute it without hesitation.

Don't ask the reason, don't ask the result.

Such a good tool person, Salomon must strengthen her ability to survive. The round amulet hanging around her neck was carved by Salomon himself using the copper shell of the bolter. This amulet has clover and Visandi's prayers on it. When ROOT is facing a gun shooting, it will get +5 lucky value-this also means that within a range of about ten meters, ROOT will also have a chance to dodge the bullets fired from the opposite side.

Oh, that's right. After a complicated and polite nonsense, Salomon remembered what to say. If you see Samun Shaw, please remember to say hi to me, he said. My girlfriend wants to hold a wine tasting party at home. It's private. Not many people come. Shaw is one of Bayonetta's few friends. I hope she can come.

These are all excuses. What he had to do had already been done, and when he said goodbye, ROOT also smiled and waved to him from behind the door. When Finch came back to his senses, he found that Salomon had stepped through the portal and disappeared without a trace.

I want to eat New Yorker steak today, Harold. ROOT said with a smile, just use the sauce our good neighbor brought.

Of course. Finch said, but I ask you to tell me what Salomon told you.

Prying into a lady's privacy is not something a gentleman would do. ROOT mocked the conversation between Salomon and Finch not long ago.

You're not a lady, ROOT. Ladies don't kill people.

But you're a gentleman. ROOT smiled slyly, making it almost impossible for Finch to refute, Hurry up, I'm already hungry.

Wow! Little Bear stood up and agreed with ROOT's statement.

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You're not Salomon, Salomon can't be so polite! Say it! What did you do to Salomon! Nick Fury beat his chest, looking very annoyed and remorseful. Salomon, who was sitting across from him, rolled his eyes and made a gesture to leave.

He gave Nick Fury a parting gift, and he gave Finch a grade of red wine. When Nick Fury knew the value of this bottle of red wine, Salomon knew that this guy must have embezzled public funds. $60,000 a bottle of wine is not much, but it is just stuck between the middle class who grit their teeth to show off their wealth while still paying their mortgages, and the real bourgeois rich. Nick Fury, a civil servant, would never have been able to afford this kind of wine if he hadn’t embezzled public funds.

Wait, wait. Nick Fury stopped Salomon. He wasn't going to mention the Asgardians, let alone Salomon's super-soldier project. He has arranged for people to do this, and the results of the investigation will naturally appear on his desktop. Do you have something to ask of me? He said while putting the red wine on the table into the drawer, This is not considered bribery, it's just a gift from friends.

Well, I want to ask you for a seat. Salomon sat back on the chair again. S.H.I.E.L.D. is almost finished, so Salomon doesn't mind using the organization's influence to do something for himself until S.H.I.E.L.D. is finished.

You know, I'm going to be managing a large organization, and I'm choosing physics...

Nick Fury nodded, he probably understood what Salomon meant, You want to learn how to manage and operate a large organization, don't you?

Not exactly. Salomon shook his head. As the head of the organization, I have enough manpower to manage, but I don't know what will happen in an organization with a strict framework.

That is, you want to learn how to administer. Nick Fury asked, You want to work in the US government?

Not exactly, Salomon said. The organization in the American government is too magical and crude, like the building blocks of savages. Elected officials are unscreened, untrained, stupid and blind, and they talk stupid after taking bribes. Working under such people is like entering a pigsty full of dirty pigs.

Nick Fury looked at Salomon's straight black striped suit, ironed shirt collar, and blue handkerchief stuffed in his pocket, and he had a bad premonition in his heart.

I want you to help me get a civil service traineeship in Whitehall. Salomon said with a smile, I want to learn from the cabinet secretaries how to manipulate conspiracy, buck the blame, shirk responsibility, embezzle bribes and incite mobs.

You want to take control of the British government!?

Ask for a ticket!