The method of making materials for those cabinet linings in the energy laboratory was a command issued by Salomon, so Constantine tried every means to enter the archive management department and physical evidence storage department of SHIELD to search for documents. The Dark Book gave Joseph Ball and Lucy Ball the knowledge that allowed them to synthesize that kind of magic crystal through scientific means, which was very important for the casters of the Immortal City.

If each cast of a spellcaster is compared to a missile fired, then this crystal can be used as a missile fairing and a gyroscope.

The Immortal City needs to ensure that all spellcasters in the future will not be insane when absorbing the energy of the immaterial world, and to some extent, the magical ability of the spellcaster is strengthened - after all, not every school has a long and stable spiritual course like Kama Taj. Even Kama Taj, who pays so much attention to spiritual safety, has had more than once betrayal and corruption of secret mages in history. This lattice material can alleviate these problems to a certain extent.

In contrast, the problems Salomon faces are somewhat unremarkable.

Lorna Dane looked at the watch - the gift from Athena was very expensive, even the kind that even the girls in private schools could not afford - Salomon had been in that house for ten minutes, and there was no gunshot so far, and the whole street was still as quiet as usual. There was no gunshot, no sound of beating people or crushing items, which made Little Lorna worried. It was not because of her brother's safety, but because of the safety of those drug dealers. Such quietness only means that the people Salomon killed at the fastest speed may be configured now and are planning to pour it into the bathtub to deal with the body!

From childhood to adulthood, Salomon was a competent brother, the elder brother of all children in the orphanage. Except for giving out guns and knives at birthday parties, he was very competent most of the time.

"Fuck it!" Little Lorna took a deep breath and plucked up the courage to jump out of the car. If Salomon was dealing with the body, she had to help. This was the family. However, when she just walked to the entrance of the alley, she widened her eyes in disbelief and saw Salomon walking out with a smile on his face. There was no blood on his body and no creases on his clothes. He held a square piece of unknown objects, almost the size of a palm, and waved into the alley with the other. "What did you do?" Little Lorna walked forward in disbelief, "You really didn't kill anyone?"

"No! Do you think I can start with the old lady who sells marijuana and Oxycontin for cancer treatment, and her mentally retarded grandson who drops out of school and doesn't know anything and has dyslexia? And the great-granddaughter who just went to elementary school, she still needs tuition in the future!" Salomon flattened her mouth, "She is such a genius. She knows the price per gram of all marijuana species on the market and can skillfully roll cigarettes. That girl must be very promising in the future."

"Aren't you angry?" Little Lorna asked in surprise.

"It's not their fault to make money in this way. This neighborhood is a fucking self-conscious mud pool. It won't allow the people here to jump and get rid of this smelly place. It will slowly absorb the vitality of the people living here until they become a pool of mud. In this country, they can only survive in this place - they did it, even their bed bugs are the kind that have been trained and can survive in the center of the Sahara."

When Salomon said this, the helplessness in his expression was mostly the only thing left was pure anger. In this place, the poor had to make up their minds to break the law to make money - not only selling contraband, stealing, robbing, selling fakes, and doing everything. In fact, almost all the people who can't afford to freeze to death in winter are these poor people. This is simply terrifying in modern society. "This family is just a supplier of campus addicts, with not much gross profit. They are not the real dangerous drug dealers. Just go to the hospital once, and that family will be so poor. Do you want me to watch them poor?" He poked Little Lorna's head, "Don't laugh, if I let them go, I won't let you go. You will definitely not be able to buy medicine in the future, and the children in your school can't buy it. But they can still make money. The waste in public schools now has sufficient marijuana supply!"

"What's in your hand?" Little Lorna took the things in Salomon's hand and looked over and over.

“Cannabis Brownie, traditional American cuisine, a family dessert baked by Mrs. Doris,” Salomon said. “I also learned a mixing recipe from her, and she told me it was the best cigarette she’s ever sold.”

Little Lorna unpacked the tin foil packaging, pinched a small piece and put it in her mouth. After tasting it, she couldn't help but smack her lips, frowned, and looked disgusted.

"How much did you spend?"

"Three thousand dollars. Electronic transfer, clean money, you don't need to go to the Indian casino to exchange for chips and launder money."

"Well, the sucker in the rich area! Buy a plate of brownies baked with cannabis stems for three thousand dollars! Fuck, this is simply pig food! I know you are kind-hearted, but they must at least give you some sincerity, otherwise they will only think you are bullied!" Little Lorna held the cake with her arm, and then began to fold her sleeves until her elbow. She walked over Salomon in a fierce manner and walked towards the alley. The orange street lights shot downwards, pulling her figure very long, like a spear that had just been polished. "They actually thought you were those white maids, and they were so angry that they didn't know how valuable your sympathy was! See how I got you back to justice! Hey, Fei! Get out for me! Don't run! Don't run!"

Salomon shrugged helplessly. He didn't know why such a good education class would go like this. He stood there and watched Little Lona chase out at a very fast speed. She skillfully used the spear throwing skills she trained from Athena and smashed the cake on the head of the medicine dealer with extreme accuracy. Salomon, twenty-two.3 meters away, could clearly hear the muffled sound of the brownie cake colliding with her head. As long as she saw it wrapped tightly in tin foil.

How the real cake explodes can be inferred how much effort Little Lorna used to throw this thing, and the guy who was constantly kicked in the butt by Little Lorna but did not faint is proof - it seems that he was thinking too much, Little Lorna could not be bullied at school, only she could bully others. This is completely different from what he was worried about, otherwise he would definitely not bring that gun. He wanted to tell her classmate that she had a family that was not easy to mess with, so he would shoot at the party.

Now it seems that I'm overworked.

"Wow! Thank you!" Salomon patted Little Lorna on the shoulder. She ran a little far away, and when she returned, her shoulder was covered in sweat. However, thanks to years of exercise, she did not breathe heavily, and her face was still rosy. "Let's hurry up and go back to the car, you will catch a cold like this. I don't want you to catch a cold, otherwise I will have to take you to the Oxfordshire Manor to recuperate."

"You're welcome." Little Lorna sniffed, "It's indeed a little cold now."

"If I don't mind, I want to ask a question."

"Even though we are a family!" She shook the ends of her sweaty hair and looked quite happy.

"How did you develop such excellent tasting skills of cannabis brownies, huh? Ms. Lorna Dane, how do you want to answer this question?"
Chapter completed!