If the Supreme Master regulates and binds Salomon with a sense of mission and responsibility, then Beyonita uses a chain called family. Although this chain is very slender, under Athena's teaching, it plays the same role as the railway track called responsibility. She took off her stiletto shoes and gently rubbed Salomon's calves with her feet - she knew that she had to grasp the standard, and only needed to make Salomon feel a little guilty. This man who had been trained from childhood to adulthood would arrange everything by herself, allowing her to experience more intense love. She had done this more than once, and she could get the best feedback every time.

"But this time you brought us here, my dear." Sure enough, the witch saw apologies on Salomon's face, and the thoughts she touched were also expressing the same meaning. For the caster, sharing thoughts was an extremely intimate relationship, and their tendrils were constantly entangled, as close as before. The witch picked up the wine glass and tried to block Salomon's sight with the crimson wine to prevent him from seeing his uncontrollable raised corners of his mouth. This was useless, because her emotions had been transmitted to Salomon through spiritual contact, and the shaking inverted triangle sapphire earrings betrayed her smile. She narrowed her eyes, with pleasure in the corners of her eyes, "I hope there will be another time."

"I promise you, Berenita." Their feelings were not mutual charity, but competition transformed from surveillance and murder. None of them was more noble than the other. But in Salomon's view, she had indeed neglected her care for the witch during this period and almost abandoned her obligations. She felt that the secret mage who had deeply influenced her family's work and almost abandoned her obligations. She felt that the temptation of the black-haired witch was also an important factor that made him retreat quickly. Joan of Arc widened his eyes and felt that the situation was going smoothly. Then she leaned back and moved her eyes from the table covered with the elegant moon-white tablecloth to the table. She widened her eyes, but this time it was not surprising but angry. She tried to push Berenita's high heels with her calves, and then stepped on the upper of Salomon's smooth leather shoes.

The witches can always have interesting and childish disputes on small things, including this competition under the dining table.

Whether it was when Beunita pulled Joan of Sleepy and stayed in bed from the bed, when Beunita and Salomon enjoyed intimacy, when Joan of Arc deliberately stepped on the floor and made noise, or when Beunita forgot to sprinkle salt into the fried egg, or even when sharing ice cream with each other, such stupid quarrels always happen, as if they were still little girls holding their own cat dolls to gesture to each other. Joan of Arc successfully joined the entanglement of thinking, but sharing emotions made her face

Her cheeks were red, and she might not have realized this. For a witch with fair skin and pearly white hair, the external expression of this emotion was as bright as the lipstick she chose. In addition, the demon herself was extremely bold in choosing makeup colors, which made her look too beautiful. She felt that the muscles she was hiding under the clothes were tight, and her blood almost burned up. Her elegant and gentle way of holding the cup instantly turned into violent kneading, and her fingers almost crushed the goblet pillars.

"Change a glass." Salomon raised his fingers quietly, and then gently broke Joan of Arc's stiff fingers one by one, leaving the confused waiter with the confused waiter. He gestured to seal his mouth to the waiter. For this reason, he planned to tip an extra hundred yuan to avoid the waiter from talking nonsense.

"Let's enjoy the delicious food." Beyonetta smiled and blinked. Salomon could feel her feet rubbing against her calves. "Don't bend the fork?"

"Today is your lucky day." Casillaos' voice woke Tony Stark up. He opened the blanket in a daze and got up from the ground. He saw Steve Rogers standing in front of the tempered glass and looking at Casillaos with a relaxed and happy face. When he was sleeping last night, he heard Rogers walking around. It is very likely that he had never fallen asleep for a night. The secret wizard said that the results of the inspection will be released this morning, which determines how many of the agents can survive. Steve Rogers, who was suffering from repeated hearts, could not sleep at all. As for Tony Stark, he had never seen the tarmac tragedy, and had never seen the agents beaten into pieces by bombs, and he did not know those agents, so he did not have much psychological pressure.

"Good morning?"

"It should be said that good evening." The Secret Mage raised his eyebrows, "We have been rushing to the jet lag, so it's still evening now."

"What luck is there, Casillaos." Stark stretched, "How many people survived?"

"Your agents are arranged to be tested after the agents of the Immortal City. Only two agents are slightly contaminated. As long as they go through brainwashing procedures and rebuild their lives, they can be reconstructed. This is also the solution to the problem of the Immortal City. In this way, it is easy to rescue them as long as they are not crazy on the spot." Casillaos said with a smile. He looked at Rogers with a stiff expression, "Simple math problem. If only two agents are slightly contaminated, it means that the contamination of those agents is not serious. In other words, no one will die at all."

Steve Rogers felt that every word the Secret Master said was like a wound repeatedly inserted into his heart.

Tony Stark glanced at Rogers' expression and quickly changed the subject. "So this is our lucky day?" he asked, "No murder today?"

"Today you can see the order spread by Salomon, so I call it your lucky day," Casillaos said. "We are now in Eastern Europe, carrying out a long-term mission of the Immortal City. Tony Stark, I know you have a connection with Epstein. I know that was a young man, and I also know that it was just a social event, and even the former president of the Stark Group was the participant, but that doesn't mean you don't know. When you have the ability, do you want to go and rescue those people? You say Afghanistan? Isn't that a mess made by the United States? Don't you know that you are no different from the US military in the eyes of Afghans and terrorists? Don't you know what the tragic situation left after you go to Afghan to carry out the US military's strike mission?"

Tony Stark's face was very bad, only Rogers didn't understand what was going on.

"The Immortal City will rescue those boys and girls and then give them a good educational environment. There is no tax avoidance such as charity funds, no student loans, only the most direct kindness and strictest teaching to ensure that those children can become useful people."

"Is this atonement?" Captain Rogers' voice hoarse, sounding like it was squeezed out of his throat.

"No, I just want you to see what kind of good deeds others are doing when you are playing the police game." Casilios snorted disdainfully. "Victoria received news that the gangsters who were exterminated by the Immortal City have made a comeback, and they also obtained missiles that they had never owned before from an arms dealer. In another twenty minutes, a high-intensity war against the gang will break out in the Albanian region. The Immortal City will send a series of heavy firepower units such as tanks, gunboats and sky aircraft carriers to join the war, and the sisters will undertake the task of breaking through the battlefield and rescuing hostages. This time it is not a crime, but a rule." He said, "I will give you a chance, Steve Rogers. Take up the shield, and you will personally participate in the great cause of the Immortal City, fighting for justice and justice. This is a cause that mortals like you can participate in, and Salomon will not waste resources in vain."
Chapter completed!