Marvel Magic Event Book

Chapter 944 Hydroponic Farm (Second Change)

"Sweet morning, huh? You bring your breakfast to the witch's bed and wake her gently, softly—"

"Stop it, Stephanie."

"—You guys might have to get fucked after breakfast, and I'll wipe your apprentice's ass on a private jet. Bribing isn't the hardest part, that congressman is not only stupid enough but easy enough to bribe, But such people are very prone to scandal. I started cleaning the transaction records immediately after the transaction was passed. I even made another transaction with Citibank after I got to the hotel. You know what a night without sleep can do to the skin? "

Stephanie started changing in front of Salomon.The two sorority androids have donned pencil skirts or women's suits, ready to follow Stephanie into the White House, "What are you doing in Washington? If you want to find someone to fight, you can go to any bar, there must be Plenty of jerks to get your best without feeling guilty about attacking weaklings. Go get some drugs and fuck 'em, leave me alone."

"I brought you a potion, the first honey balm. Guaranteed to boost your energy, a thousand times better than those crappy energy drinks, and even make you live to be two hundred years old. Help us, dear Pour two glasses of brandy? I think this potion will be easier to swallow if there is a glass of wine." Salomon thanked after taking the glass from the robot, and then poured the potion into the potion belonging to Stephanie. in that glass of wine.

After putting on her clothes, the Hydra Daughter walked over expressionlessly, and took the glass of wine from the long-awaited mystic.She did it on purpose, Salomon was sure she kept him waiting so long on purpose to punish him.But Salomon only thought such a move was cute. "I'm only in Washington because I'm going to a meeting today," he said. "I didn't even know you were coming to Washington until you came to the apartment last night."

She took a deep look at him, a little surprised that she didn't know Salomon's itinerary for today.However, she was used to Salomon's way of keeping little secrets, so she had no intention of continuing to explore.As he always said, the right people know the right things, and if Salomon thinks she has to know, she will tell her.

"So we want to go back to the Immortal City together?" Stephanie took a sip of the brandy mixed with the potion, and then raised her eyebrows in surprise. She found that the potion and brandy tasted surprisingly good.I'm afraid this is not a coincidence. There are not many people in this world who care about the taste of alchemy potions. Considering that even fewer people use alchemy potions to mix drinks, Salomon is one of them.She heard a lot of complaints about Salomon when she was investigating in Karma Taj, and many of those mystics were used by Salomon to test the taste of medicines.

"Wow, it doesn't smell like booger! I remember that the recovery potion you gave Mordo once smelled like booger. He almost exploded when he mentioned it. All in all, I should be able to end the meeting at three o'clock in the afternoon, and then Find out if that Saudi Arabian prince is a Skrull. The rest is left to the assassins and interrogators, our work is done."

"No problem, my meeting will be over by one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Wait." Stephanie stopped the mystic who had just opened the door of the guest room, "Your robes are not suitable for meetings at all. Here are your custom suits. Wear them and look handsome. Don't embarrass me."

"No need for that, my meetings are held in a bar instead of the White House, where there are only junkies, alcoholics, pedophiles, racists and such bastards... Shit, it seems to be indistinguishable from the White House. You are right, I'd better put on a suit."

Victor von Doom continued to sneer, expressing his disdain for Salomon's clothing choice, "You come to this bar in a tailored suit, do you think this is a party for politicians?"

"Aren't you also wearing the mask I provided?" The mystic felt that his olfactory receptors were about to be surrounded by endless cigarette smoke.Even so, he could still smell urine from under the bar. "And we're going to a high-end occasion to steal things. Your clothes can only be used as cleaners. Don't worry, I'll take care of the places that need to spend money. I have invitations."

"Is this some kind of joke that I don't understand?" Victor von Doom put down his glass with a gloomy face. "We're going to the CIA deputy director's house party and we only have one chance to find that document. I have to find out what the Americans have done to my country, do you understand? I've done it, and that bastard got it A piece of the pie, took away the hard-earned money of my people. I want him to pay the price, hang everyone in the chain of interests, even a dog will not let go-when my people are starving, those The pet dog is actually munching on snowflake beef. Wait, you're not going to demand that he be handed over to American law like those idiots are you?"

"The law protects the weak, not he, not even the dogs."

"Very well, I know you're not an idiot. Let's have one last glass of wine and then we'll do it. Good business."

"Uh huh, no magic. You're a defector, remember?"

"I don't need it," said Victor von Doom coldly.Although Salomon convinced him to show him the Immortal City, Victor von Doom still needed to confirm that Salomon really wanted to carry out the cause.He needs to see that the Immortal City of Salomon is really going to help his country develop, taking resources back from Western politicians and exchanging them for the people, like the Immortal City has done in several cities in Africa- Unlike on the African continent, however, if something like that happened in Eastern Europe it would immediately attract attention.Even if Western propaganda agencies deny everything and teach national racists to be ugly, Africans, Middle Easterners, Latin Americans and Asians are still "subhumans" in their minds, and only blondes and blue eyes are human beings.

Any wars in Africa, the Middle East, and Asia are just pictures and words on the news, without practical significance, and even the idea of ​​"they are not Christians, this is punishment for not believing in God" is not uncommon.That's what they really think, they just don't dare to say it, if they make a mistake, maybe they can go to the Baptist church and take a bath, and then they are innocent like a newborn baby.

Victor von Doom is one of the few people who can curse with Salomon the idiots taught by Western foolish education. After doing this vote, their friendship is more than that.In fact, Victor von Doom has discussed with Salomon more than once about the future development path of Latvinia. "Food, military industry, energy, metallurgy, and banks must be nationalized. Seizing the assets of Western companies will definitely face sanctions, and Latvinia's productivity simply cannot afford it. Even the Immortal City cannot feed so many people, Salomon , although your ideal is great, the Immortal City is still too small."

"What if... what if I have a grain base and a hydroponic farm?" Salomon swallowed the last cold beer, and said to Victor von Doom with a bit of a show-off attitude, "Do you think Am I not ready? My scientists have long since screened the most suitable genetically modified crops, high yielding, pest resistant, and perfect for your people."

"I didn't see your food planting base in the Immortal City." The human face mask on Victor von Doom's face faithfully reflected his expression.This is a small gift that Salomon sent him with a silver carrier pigeon after the visit, and it is technology from SHIELD. "Even if you start building the farm now, it's too late, we'll start in an hour!"

Salomon enjoyed watching Victor von Doom rack his brains, but before the future monarch of Latvinia grew impatient, he had the answer. "I never said my farm is on Earth." Salomon said, "My farm is on Mars."

　Ask for a ticket!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)