Salomon believed that Natasha Romanov's genetic information had great potential, so he made such a promise. In his future arrangements, assassins who possess part of the Romanov agent's genes will become his
Shadow. Although he plans to let his future Guards join assassination and stealth courses in the training process, compared with professional assassination troops, the duty of his Guards is to protect him and stand side by side with him on the frontal battlefield.
Fight, rather than assassinate, to achieve certain goals.
Therefore, Salomon needs to combine genetic engineering and alien technology to cultivate a dagger in the shadow. This dagger will pierce the heart of the enemy in an invisible place, save time and cost, and achieve certain goals at the minimum cost.
The purpose cannot be put on the surface. When Salomon told her part of the truth, Natasha Romanov's face turned ugly. She thought Salomon wanted to realize her wish through cloning.
But what she wants is to give birth to a life in person, not to use a culture chamber instead. Using a culture chamber does not fulfill her wish at all.
Salomon, who had foreseen this happening, had already taken her out of the Bodleian Library.
"You can vent your emotions." He said, "I can only tell you that this is the least costly method. Whether you use magic or technology, you have to go through a lot of surgeries if you want to restore your organs. That's very painful.
A painful process, Natasha, but in vitro culture is the simplest and most relaxing method. It can even cultivate you and then transfer your soul to a new body..."
The last method Salomon mentioned made Agent Romanov hesitate.
"A new body? A body with intact organs?"
"Yes." The Mystic Master nodded, "If you use magic, this technique is not very difficult for the current Eternal City. All your experiences and memories will be retained, no matter in which sense,
That you is still you, you just replaced your old body."
"It sounds wonderful, so what price do I have to pay?" The female spy narrowed her eyes. "What you want is not something like me going to bed with you, is it? I know your reading list when you were at Eton College.
It contains the book "The Selfish Gene."
"Do you remember those sorority girls?"
"Of course, you did a good job in that matter." Natasha nodded, "I promised that I would visit them, although I haven't been for a long time. Please let me apologize to them. You also know that the Avengers are now
How busy the alliance is..."
"I have some other children here." Salomon paused, as if trying to find the right words to express what he meant next. "They are all war orphans in Syria. I sent the sisterhood to a child on the battlefield.
A recycled one. Don't ask me why I went to Syria, I won't tell you." Strangely, Natasha Romanov cast a positive look at him. Salomon suddenly noticed something.
I feel that the next words are a little difficult to say.
"I'd like to ask you to help me train them."
Natasha nodded, smiled and said, "Like those girls in the sorority? No problem, you did a good thing, Salomon."
Salomon stared into her gray-blue eyes and remained silent. The smile on the female spy's face disappeared.
"Isn't it?" She had an unknown premonition in her heart, "Could it be that..."
"Yes, training in the Red Room." He said solemnly, "But it's a thousand times more cruel."
"F*ck you! Salomon!" Natasha Romanoff jumped up like a cat with explosive fur. This was the first time Salomon had seen her lose control of her emotions, but this was also expected.
"Don't even think about it!" she yelled at the top of her lungs, completely ignoring the looks of passers-by. The wave of uneasiness and anger stirred up huge waves in her heart, leaving no room for shame. "I absolutely
It’s impossible to agree! You’re dreaming!”
What is strange is that after Salomon sprinkled some unknown powder, the passers-by who originally wanted to get closer to find out turned away, as if they suddenly remembered something important.
"Where is your humanity, Salomon? Do you want to copy the tragedy that happened to me to other people?" Natasha Romanov asked angrily, "You collected those war orphans just to kill them
As a tool?"
"Yes. Everyone must sacrifice themselves for the future, including me."
Salomon was silent for a while and gave an affirmative answer. His answer was like an ice pick, piercing Natasha Romanov's heart and pulling her out of the huge waves of anger.
"In the future, the survival of humanity will face huge challenges, but even death cannot stop Kamal Taj from her mission of safeguarding humanity, which includes me." His eyes were clear, and Agent Romanov subconsciously judged him.
No lie, "We don't have much time, Natasha. All humanitarian concerns are insignificant in the face of such difficulties. Although I am not a utilitarian, utilitarianism is the most realistic choice. I know that this is not to sacrifice a few people."
reasons, but I cannot turn a blind eye to the means that can save the most people - maybe it will be a long time after the disaster occurs that people will feel that it is right to sacrifice a few people to save the most people. But in the current environment
, human beings tend to be emotional and trapped in moral dilemmas.”
"What exactly did you see? When did you see it?" Agent Romanoff thought of Salomon's prophetic ability. She suspected that Salomon knew something when he was very young, ever since he established the Eternal City.
It can be seen that he has been preparing for this for so many years. "Ten years old? Fifteen years old? Tell me, Salomon."
"Since birth," he said solemnly, "there has been more than one disaster. I ensured the stability of the timeline in order to reduce variables in the face of that disaster and find opportunities for final victory."
The female spy's anger dissipated, leaving only light ashes on the ground. She suddenly felt pity for the big boy in front of her.
He is like an insect trapped in the amber of fate, repeatedly struggling in vain, trying to break free from the gradually solidifying rosin, trying to escape from some inevitable outcome. He sees too far, and few people can understand him. People only
It is undoubtedly a tragedy to be able to misinterpret his thoughts through the back figure he left behind, and to be unable to understand his distant cry for help.
"No, that's my answer." She sighed, then took the mystic's hand and said in a positive tone, "But you can tell me about this matter and we can solve it together. We also have the Avengers.
Alliance. If what you foresee is a disaster for all mankind, then we certainly cannot stand idly by. Although Stark will laugh at you, he will definitely find a way to solve this problem, as will Rogers. The Avengers are a big family, you
You should join us, Salomon."
"Destiny is an elusive thing, Natasha." Salomon withdrew his hand and said calmly, "I have been mentally prepared for this, and I am not fragile enough to need comfort. I
I will not tell irrelevant people any information that they should not know, and I will not place my hope of victory in the hands of a few people. That is a disaster that all mankind must face, and it is impossible to rely on just a few people and the current level of technology.
Solved. This is not arrogance, but I did find a way to solve the problem. The reason why I need your genetic information is to reduce casualties on the basis of victory. So, is this your answer? "