Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 940 Multi-line operation (second update)

After Salomon got up from the sofa, he picked up his mobile phone and sent a text message.

Natasha Romanov carefully hid in the corner of the street, with her back against the khaki-colored wall, took a look at her mobile phone from the black burqa covering her whole body, and then couldn't help but clutched the mobile phone and cursed in a low voice .She knew that Salomon couldn't be idle, and she didn't know anything about the Skrull colony.Now the reason Salomon told her about this is nothing more than to let her collect intelligence about the attack in the Avengers, and how the Avengers will respond to this.

Leaving aside how much shock this explosive intelligence would bring to her, she had few chances to track down the Winter Soldier between missions, and she had absolutely no time to complete this mission.She first poked her head out of the shadows to confirm that her follower was still in front of the booth, then lowered her head and began to reply. "Jean, Wanda, complete, this, mission." She sent the message verbatim, "She, can, do."

Salomon's reply was quick, with a total of six text messages, and the words popped out one by one.

"Wanda has a job to do."

"Fuck you, Salomon!" Natasha cursed in a low voice, and then three more words jumped out on the screen.

"You are welcome."

She looked up and caught a glimpse of the camera installed at the door of the opposite house.She looked at the cell phone made by Immortal City again, and sighed.Natasha Romanov called, "Fuck you, Salomon! You spy on me!"

"This has been standard practice since the Skrulls were officially a threat."

"What is Wanda doing? I don't think you're letting her run around, she's your apprentice."

She held out her hand for her informant to follow up.

She spent a lot of money to instigate a confidant next to the target. If this tracking mission fails, not only will a lot of money be wasted, but her chance to track the Winter Soldier will also slip through her fingers.

"Sorry, confidential information." Salomon felt his back sinking into the soft sofa back.

The laptop in front of him not only has Natasha Romanov's current location information and surveillance images, but also has a research report on the expression of the Skrull captives by the psychoanalyst of the Immortal City.He was handling both pieces of information at the same time, and seemed to be doing it with ease.

"You can't know what you shouldn't know." He pressed the mute button and switched to another communication channel, "Very well, Ms. Jones, we need to determine whether the Skrulls can still lie after being injected with interrogation potions. You Access to facial footage from cross-examination, a software engineer, and bio-lab test reports on Skrull physical tolerance."

The so-called interrogation potion is not a rare thing, and that kind of thing will also be used in the academy test of the immortal city.It's just that the amount used will undoubtedly be much less than that of real torture and interrogation. After all, Salomon doesn't want the students he trained so hard to become fools.

The psychoanalyst was a young blonde woman with a proud and cruel expression. If Diana Lister had heard her voice, she might have recognized her and brought her to the interrogation room since she was wearing black bulletproof armor. people.

Immortal City recruited her from among the captured CIA Middle Eastern agents.Through capture, torture and instigation, coupled with Ms. Jones's own mental illness and the spiritual experiment promised by the Immortal City, she accepted the takeover of the Praetorian Guards and became a member of the Black Armored Interrogators.Certain experiments, even the CIA, would not allow its agents to conduct them blatantly, but the Immortal City has such conditions and knowledge.Agents got the application for her, and Ms Jones wanted to heal herself, and it all came together -- not only did she have military experience, but she also had no family.On the list of the CIA, she has been declared dead in battle, which means that no one will trouble her. It can be said that she is a perfect full-time agent.
"Is Wanda's mission really so dangerous?" Natasha Romanoff asked, "What major threat have you discovered?"

"I believe she can handle it. She has been professionally trained. I mean, my training." He pressed the button. "Ms. Jones, I need to receive your lab report in four days. The time is urgent. Thank you Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to get so much information from Skrull's population."

"My pleasure, my lord." Ms. Jones nodded and closed the video call.She doesn't know what Salomon looks like, and the video call with her is a virtual 2D image generated by motion capture.To put it simply, even if the employees of the Immortal City who are not high enough have the opportunity to have a video call with Salomon, they will not be able to see him directly, and can only see a leather case on the public route.

"But I can't act immediately after receiving explosive intelligence, Salomon." Natasha Romanov frowned, narrowing her eyes to avoid the sudden wind and sand from hurting her eyeballs, "You attacked the air force base, you know Does your behavior mean anything?"

"Yeah, what does it matter that I attacked an American air base? Not only do I have a lot of nuclear weapons, but I have delivery systems that the US can't intercept, what do you think if I step up and drop a high-yield hydrogen bomb on Washington , will other countries in the world call me 'the main force for maintaining world peace' and 'a partner in exploring outer space'?" Salomon looked disdainful, "You still have 48 hours, and the plane will leave in 48 hours. Will take off. If you want to solve the problem completely, you still have the right to use a missile."

"I'm not crazy enough to bomb civilians!" She lowered her voice with great restraint.The surrounding environment is not friendly, especially for English-speaking people. Although she doesn't like killing innocent people indiscriminately, she still can't avoid getting troubled.

"Me neither, so what are you waiting for?" Salomon hung up the phone, leaving no chance for Natasha to refute.He shrugged towards the witch, "It's just work, it's not a big deal." He took the nail polish very skillfully and began to paint Joan's nails.He has been in charge of this kind of thing since he started learning oil painting, and he also picked the nail polish color of Joan of Arc and Bayonetta, otherwise Joan of Arc's nail polish color would always be deep red, and Bayonetta's would always be dark red. is black.

"After work, we can have dinner when Joan's nail polish dries."

"You promised not to bring work home." The witch stood on the sofa, looking down at Salomon's head.Although the tone was not good, Bayonetta was not too angry, because compared with the past, Salomon spent more and more time at home. Sometimes the official duties of the Immortal City were directly sent to complete the alchemy golem, and she herself Lie in the bedroom and spend the whole day with her.

"It won't happen next time, I promise." The mystic surrendered unsurprisingly and began to change the subject, "Wanda's mission is about to be completed, do you need me to pick her up for dinner?"

"Now? Is Ghost Rider so easy to deal with?"

"I could beat that skeleton before I was an adult, and Wanda can definitely do it too."

"Phew!" Wanda looked at the skeleton whose flames were gradually extinguished on the ground, and let out a long sigh of relief.Although Ghost Rider is not an easy guy to deal with, but this Ghost Rider has just debuted not long ago, and is still at the level of chasing gangsters all over the street, and she can't even use her own flames. He took it. "Don't get up again." She yelled at the ghost rider who was crushed under the car, "or I'll beat you up. Do you want to go under the sun, idiot!?"

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)