The Immortal City grew quietly like a monster that kept making wet gasping sounds under the bed late at night. Natasha Romanov never expected that the Immortal City had become like this. She originally thought it was an underground organization, an armed group, and an emerging chaebol, but now she opened the quilt and found this government department. When the severe punishment law formulated by Victoria Hand was promulgated, she ushered in resistance from Wakanda, but after a robbery by the intelligence department deliberately allowing local warlords to enter the controlled area, any opposition disappeared.

Although the Immortal City brings iron and blood order to war-torn areas in Africa - including but not limited to the implementation of curfews, injection and sterilization of multiple families, labor reform, caning and firing of criminals according to different crimes, compulsory education of children, compulsory training of workers, and eliminating illiteracy and infectious diseases - this will make many Virgin Mary unacceptable, but Agent Romanov understands that Salomon's method is the most effective.

There is no place for human rights under the pressure of survival.

The Secret Master's actions in Africa were basically doing charity. After all, the goods produced by local handicraft workshops were not sold at all. Except for Wakanda who digested some of them, everything else was bought by Salomon himself, and even handmade products from Africa were found on Mars. But he was not completely at a loss. After all, before the lighting mine was fully built, the large amount of minerals needed by the Mars foundry came from Africa. In addition, there were too many war orphans in the local area, and the work of transporting population to Mars and selecting soldiers almost exhausted an internal department official.

"Why haven't you conquered the world?" She joked in shock, trying to calm herself down. Almost everyone will inevitably develop giant phobia when facing those space warships, and Natasha is no exception. Even after returning to the real plane, the shadow from the space warships will not dissipate so easily. She picked up the black tea with sugar added to it again, using hot water to stabilize her emotions.

She thought that only one warship could conquer the earth, and there was no need for Salomon to do so much useless work.

"What I want is construction, my dear. Destruction is easier than construction, but I am not a tyrant." Salomon showed her his current predicament without hesitation. "I lack manpower. Whether it is the one who starts this space warship, the one who is responsible for using the arms I produce to fight on the front battlefield, or even the one who is responsible for rebuilding infrastructure. The cloning cabin is running at full capacity, and the electronic components that are difficult to replace are dying slowly, but I have to do so. I must train officers who can command naval battles in outer space, and only professionals can start these powerful warships to fight the Star Sea."

"You're not afraid that I'll tell others about this, huh?" Natasha's eyes shined, "Do you believe me?"

"I have always believed in you, Natasha, I believe you know the importance of intelligence. Some people may think that I am for my personal ambitions, but this is not the case. These space warships are prepared for the future disaster of world destruction, and for the future of the human race. In the near future, we will usher in a tragic war that can destroy all civilizations, and we must do everything to survive."

"Prophecy?" she asked, "Zitari? Is this the matter you declared to the representatives of the Five Constant States at the Sanquyi headquarters?"

"I just showed them part of the future, but no one believed it. That war was the first war faced by the race of human beings as a whole, but not the last one." The agent raised his head and saw sorrow in the eyes of the secret mage. Ordinary people can have his vision, so no ordinary people can understand his eagerness. From beginning to end, he has never vented this impatientness to ordinary people, as if they were caring for the chicks in the greenhouse, fearing that they would not be able to bear the pressure. "They think that the Zitaris are too far away from the earth, and as long as the universe cube is taken away by the Asgardians, there will be no problem - or that surrenderism has the upper hand. I am not interested in understanding how they think, because I can't see them investing technology and funds in outer space exploration. With the Zitaris' orbital strike ability, the existing human civilization cannot resist, and even if it is dragged into the ground, it will not win."

"Isn't this the case? According to Thor and yourself, the Asgardians are responsible for the threat of the real plane, and Kamataj is responsible for the threat of the magic plane. We still have time to develop the technology to catch up with the Asgardians."

"Normal, yes. But Asgard has been shrouded in the shadow of destruction, and Asgard's doomsday will come one step earlier than the doomsday of the earth. We are now bathing in the last rays of the Asa Gods. From then on, we must step out of the earth to gain the opportunity to survive."

"Is the situation so serious? We need to inform Thor..."

Salomon waved his hand and interrupted her.

"They have been prepared for tens of millions of years. We need to stand up and face the suffering ourselves. The Battle of New York is just a small raid, and the Citaris are just small characters in that war. What we have to face is the boss behind the Citaris. There are countless alien civilizations in the universe, but the leader of the Citaris destroyed many of them, just to satisfy the killing desire of the creature that has been cursed countless times. Faced with such a disaster, all humans must join this war and expel those disgusting alien garbage from our galaxy."

Salomon poured Natasha a new cup of tea and carried her to her thigh.

The agent leaned on him very obediently, as if he was leaning against a huge teddy bear. She felt the warmth when she heard Salomon's heart beating vigorously.

"Now I only have space warships and the corresponding technology level in this world. I have to come forward to solve the problem. You also know what would happen if I handed over those technologies to humans today - just the power armor technology will make those chaebols try their best to deal with Stark, not to mention space warships and supporting technologies. This hatred comes from uncontrollable fear. Their hatred for me will exceed their hatred for Stark, and they will look forward to my death more. This is human nature, and I don't want to blame them, but I also don't want to promote World War III personally. Before that war, I didn't want to waste resources in vain."

"Do you know what this kind of person is called on Earth? Hero, dear."

"No, I'm not, Natasha." Salomon shook his head, "Only those men and women who have given their blood for the race of humanity are heroes. I am just fulfilling the responsibilities that must be fulfilled in the title I have."

"You always look down on the price you pay, always that's it." Natasha shook her head, "Is that power armor you gave me for war?"
Chapter completed!