"Someone has to do something that others don't want to do. Isn't this the philosophy of SHIELD?"
Salomon pushed another piece of cake on his table in front of the boy, and then carefully checked the stitches on the wound on the boy's neck. The boy still smelled of pungent disinfectant, although the small implant wound on his neck had healed.
The speed has exceeded that of ordinary people, but it is still not to that exaggerated level. Salomon cannot use positive energy spells to heal him, so as not to disrupt the extremely exquisite genetic alchemy array arranged during the transformation stage, and even the slightest mistake is possible.
causing the boy's body to collapse.
In order to maintain the growth of the implanted organ and suppress rejection, the boy must regularly take several special drugs and magic potions produced only in laboratories. In a few years, when the surgery is completed, he will no longer have to worry about this problem. After the designed
A perfect body will grow its own special organs on its own.
"You can't ask all mankind to have only the Avengers take action when facing future disasters." Salomon stretched his legs as much as he could and made a grunt of satisfaction. The boy looked at Salomon with a smile. He discovered the secret
The mage cast a spell to convey the secret message. The two of them blinked in tacit understanding and bumped fists lightly under the table.
"This is too arrogant and unreasonable." He looked at Agent Romanov who looked unhappy, "Isn't that the truth?"
"You are being sophistical, Salomon." Agent Natasha Romanoff mercilessly debunked the mystic's flimsy argument. She discovered the little trick between Salomon and the boy, although
She didn't know the specific situation, but this did not prevent her from launching an offensive. "You refused to tell me what kind of disaster the future would be, but chose to deal with it alone." The female spy's expression quickly transformed into laziness and relaxation.
"You don't believe that the Avengers or the human government have the ability to solve this crisis. Isn't this also a form of arrogance?"
"Modern secular society is too weak, and the Avengers are too weak. Even the Chitauri invasion cannot solve it. No matter how optimistic Nick Fury is about the Avengers, it cannot change the fact that there are only a few of you. The Chitauri are just
The precursor to an alien invasion will be an entire alien fleet arriving in the solar system, and not only the Chitauri, but other aliens are also included." The mystic said, "That will require the entire human society.
The power of confrontation, but we all know that today's fragmented earth cannot do this at all, and the United Nations cannot play the slightest role. Under such circumstances, it is difficult for human governments not to show capitulationism. In order to fight to the end, for the sake of mankind
To survive, I must organize my own forces and conduct space operations."
"Thank you for your confession, Salomon. You see, it's not difficult at all to say it, isn't it?" A smile broke out on the female spy's face. She knew that Salomon was deliberately revealing information, but it also meant that
He already has a solution.
"So, you have a solution to this problem?"
"What you see now is part of the price." Salomon pointed at the boy and said. He had just made an appointment with the boy to take him to see seals when his wound healed.
Although the boy's memory will become blurry after all the transformation operations are completed, his personality will be retained. Therefore, Salomon will start to shape his personality from now on, and take the boy to play with seals.
For one thing, Salomon was unwilling to let others interfere with the process.
"The price is too high."
"It's insignificant compared to half the earth, or even the entire population." Salomon looked at Natasha, "You can't ask that only you can be sacrificed. This is unfair to you, and it may not be useful."
"What do you mean?" Natasha was a little confused.
"Nothing." Salomon waved his hand, "The training and transformation this child will receive is completely different from what the children I mentioned to you will receive. The transformation this child will receive will not be so cruel, and there is no need to cleanse the personality.
.In addition, those children can only be assassins, and the transformation they receive is more cruel than you can imagine. This is determined by their future, and they must complete the mission at all costs."
Natasha quickly adjusted her mentality and calmed down the anger caused by the provocation.
"Isn't this enough?" She roared in her throat.
"It's far from enough, Natasha. Only words can't make you understand the darkness of the future. Only when you see that fleet with your own eyes can you understand that all this is necessary." Salomon turned the teacup and put it in
He put back the unsung sip of tea. He took out the hanging ring under Natasha's wary gaze, "You need to look at the future."
After watching Natasha leave through the portal, Salomon was still sitting here.
He is reasoning about the next development of events.
She might tell the rest of the Avengers about an upcoming invasion, or she might simply tell them that Salomon is engaging in illegal human experimentation and genetic modification. Whatever she chooses, Salomon will not
Worried that the Avengers would affect his work, Salomon had a way to deal with it even if Thor got hot-headed.
He wanted to see if Natasha Romanoff would be convinced by him.
The boy gestured curiously and asked what those things were. This is a set of communication methods instilled by brain computers, used for silent combat and stealth, and was formulated by Salomon himself. "The place where we will fight in the future.
," the mystic mage cast a spell and sent this sentence directly into the boy's mind, "see the seals first, and then go to the wilderness for survival training."
The boy smiled and nodded.
His subconscious has already experienced many unimaginable horrors. For many adults, he has no fear of wilderness survival training and wilderness survival. He already knows where the training place is, and has received training from mental illusions and brain.
The knowledge instilled in the machine interface. He regarded it as an interesting challenge rather than a difficult training, just like the shooting training with a bolt gun, it was a way to kill boredom in the modified leisure time.
The only course that required him to train hard was the close combat technique under Salomon's personal guidance. Even if the spiritual illusion and rough brain-computer indoctrination could make the boy remember how to use fighting techniques, a warrior without actual combat training would be unqualified.
Swordsmanship, spears, halberds, shields, and almost all mainstream combat methods with close-quarters weapons and armor have been added to the course. Since a series of growth hormones secreted by special organs make him very active, he likes this skill very much to vent his excess energy.
courses.
Not long after, Maya Hansen came over with a gloomy look. The dark circles under her eyes were getting heavier and heavier, which made her eyes look extremely fierce and irritable. As soon as he saw her coming, the boy stood up from the chair obediently.
stood up and reached out to Maya Hansen.
She glared at the thoughtful mystic, then took the boy's hand and led him back. She really didn't want her precious experimental results to go around, and she was even more opposed to the limits Salomon imposed on the boy.
Training. She believes that this is not conducive to the physical stability of the experimental subject, even if it is to adjust the relationship between the implant and the body. Now that he has just gone through preparations for the second phase of transformation, the boy still needs to undergo several surgeries before the implant can be removed.
Take off the headphones, move around freely, and say goodbye to several anti-rejection drugs for the time being.
The boy turned around and waved goodbye to Salomon, but the mystic was still immersed in his own thoughts.