"The data was successfully stolen." Salomon turned off the screen of his phone.

Stephanie completed her mission, and before the Avengers arrived, all of Strack's research materials fell into the hands of the Immortal City. Salomon will not participate in this incident throughout, he will do more behind the scenes.

Find Ultron's code and find out the reason for Ultron's rebellion. This reason is related to Salomon's attitude towards artificial intelligence and the production model of the Mars Foundry. But he cannot rule out that it was because the Mind Gem was deliberately causing trouble. Therefore, when the Avengers returned to Stark Industrial Building again on a supersonic Quin, he had been waiting here for a while. He planned to check the scepter, but first he had to solve the guys in front of him.

Agent Maria Hill is already waiting here.

She held the tablet with her expression unnaturally standing beside Salomon - there are not many people who know that Nick Fury is still alive, Salomon is one of them, and he also knows the fact that Agent Hill is still working for Nick Fury. As an agent, standing by someone who knows many of your secrets is a torture in itself. Agent Hill is surrounded by a woman named Zhao Helen. She has extremely high attainments in genetics and has just arrived at Stark Industrial Building for technical support not long ago. She was able to work in the United States from South Korea, which is extremely gender-discriminate, and has occupied a place in a certain discipline with her knowledge. She founded the U-Gin Research Center, which is mainly her, instead of becoming a second-generation chaebol bride, which shows that she has extraordinary wisdom and vision.

This is a person worthy of respect because of her knowledge.

Natasha Romanov hurriedly pushed the stretcher car off the plane, and Dr. Zhao Hailun quickly met her. This is why she came to Stark Building. Hawkeye Clint needs treatment. Seeing that Clint was sent to the ward, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Will he be fine?" Agent Romanov asked, "I remember you can heal magic, don't you?"

She specifically added accent to the word "treatment".

"That's just a minor injury. If I do something, Clint should be able to keep a kidney." Salomon shrugged, "But Ms. Zhao doesn't seem to want others to interfere in her work. Shouldn't I, as a representative of superstition, temporarily retreat under the glory of science?"

Natasha rolled her eyes and ran in with the stretcher car.

Thor opened his arms as soon as he got off the plane and planned to give the secret mage a rude hug.

"Man, you missed a wonderful battle." Thor held the trophy and made a kind laugh at the warrior who missed the battle. His expression was quite relaxed, even Steve Rogers was no exception. Captain Rogers hoped that finding the scepter meant the end of the Chittali incident and Hydra. Although he knew it was not realistic, it did not mean that he could not breathe a sigh of relief. Before everyone got off the plane, Thor began to brag himself - this is the tradition of the Asgardians, and after each battle, fine wine and bragging are essential. If there was a bard here, Thor would blow even more vigorously, as if he was in the tavern now, setting off a wave of binge drinking.

"I'm a good student, and I won't miss any course I should attend." Salomon stretched out his finger wrapped in a white glove. "I'm going to have a check on the scepter next. Stark, Dr. Banner, are you going to join me?"

"Don't be so anxious, boy." Stark patted the Secret Mage on the shoulder, "We still have some time before the scepter is sent back to Asgard. Have some drinks first, and then consider whether to attend Saturday's party. I can guarantee you have no classes on Saturday."

"Don't let Sir Arnold Abinson hear that, he's a British man and doesn't like the savage parties of Americans," Salomon said, "and I hate strangers, too."

"Little hedgehog, stay away from those British parties with violins, you need American parties."

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This battle is different from hunting. After understanding the survival habits of wild beasts, he was able to survive in most cases with the strength and speed far beyond ordinary adult men and the fighting skills he had learned through uninterrupted hard training. But when facing the frontal battlefield of modern wars, especially when facing emotionally unconscious artificial intelligence, these things are not as effective as the heavy bomb gun in his hand. The bullet has the highest right of way to pass the battlefield, and no one can refute it.

Hunting is not exactly the same as a frontal battlefield.

On the battlefield, only the most brutal force and fastest speed are the only passes, and only the smartest brain and the most flexible tactics can cause as much damage as possible while ensuring survival. Salomon intends to place the boy in the most intense battle, equipped with only a blaster, several magazines, a short knife, a standard knight sword, and a light bulletproof armor and a powered exoskeleton. In this way, the commander-level equipment is enough to support him to survive on the battlefield. The helmet he wears will record the number of kills. Only when the reservation standard is met can the boy pass the first stage of training. Only when he survives and completes the goal, the boy can undergo the next stage of surgery.

The premise of all this is that he completed the linguistics, mathematics and tactical strategy exams on Saturday morning. The surgery not only strengthens his muscles, but also his brain is far beyond ordinary people. The extremely difficult learning for ordinary people is not a big problem for him. Genetic transformation is not just to create a powerful war machine, but to create a perfect human.

"Don't compete with machines for strength. Flexibility and flexibility. Only in this way can you survive on the battlefield." As your wrist flipped, the long sword that was held turned in the direction and cut a shallow wound on the boy's arm. The secret mage kicked the boy's calf while passing by, reminding him to pay attention to the pace under his feet. The boy hummed twice dissatisfied. He was not frowning because of the pain caused by the wound on his arm, but because he could never keep up with the monarch's pace.

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"I need time!" The boy swung his sword, so fast that only the afterimage was left. "It took me several months to get used to the way of fighting on that planet."

"Don't beg me for something that doesn't exist!" Salomon sideways and knocks the boy's wrist with the hilt. The huge force makes the weapon lose its hand. The boy still wants to pick it up, but the tip of the secret mage's sword has pointed to his throat. "You don't have time." He looked down at the boy, his expression as severe as an iceberg. He sideways the sword and pats the boy's neck with his sword body. "Every battle is a sudden attack, you don't have time to prepare. You must be prepared every moment, just like our enemies, they will never relax their guard. You are the warrior I created, you have the ability to do it. Pick up the weapon, and we will do it again."

The boy bared his teeth and rubbed his wrists.

The hilt of the sword disappeared after a while, which was one of the benefits of the operation. He took a deep breath, suddenly jumped backward before the next heartbeat, and reached out to pull the gun to shoot. The bullets were slapped away by the sword when they were about to touch Salomon. The secret mage took a step forward and placed the sword next to the boy's neck again. Until this moment, the hot shells and deformed warheads fell to the ground, making a jingle sound on the marble floor.

"I think ordinary people are dead under such an attack." The boy smiled, "For one minute, my lord?"
Chapter completed!