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Chapter 612 Doctor of Genetics

"The data theft was successful." Salomon turned off the phone screen.

Stephanie completed her mission. Before the Avengers arrived, all of Straker's research information fell into the hands of the Immortal City. Salomon will not be fully involved in this incident. What he has to do is to work behind the scenes.

work.

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 the Mind Stone deliberately caused trouble.

So when the Avengers took the supersonic Quinjet back to the Stark Industries Building again, he had been waiting here for a while. He planned to conduct an inspection on the scepter, but first he had to deal with these guys in front of him

.

Agent Maria Hill is waiting here.

She was holding the tablet and standing next to Salomon with a very unnatural expression - there were not many people who knew that Nick Fury was still alive, and Salomon was one of them. At the same time, he also knew that Agent Hill was still working for him.

The fact that Nick Fury works. As an agent, being next to someone who knows many of your secrets is torture in itself. Agent Hill is accompanied by a woman named Helen Zhao, who is in the field of genetics.

She has extremely high attainments and just arrived at Stark Industries Building for technical support not long ago. She was able to come to the United States from South Korea, where gender discrimination is extremely serious, to work in the United States. She relied on her knowledge to occupy a place in a certain subject field and founded her own company.

It shows that she has superior wisdom and vision.

This is a person who deserves respect because of her knowledge.

Natasha Romanoff hurriedly pushed the stretcher out of the plane, and Dr. Helen Zhao rushed to greet her. This was the reason why she came to Stark Tower. Hawkeye Clint needed treatment. Seeing Clint being

After being sent to the ward, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. "Will he be okay?" Agent Romanoff asked, "I remember you know healing magic, don't you?"

She put a special emphasis on the word "treatment."

"It's just a minor injury. If I do it, Clint should still be able to retain a kidney." Salomon shrugged, "But Ms. Zhao doesn't seem to want others to interfere with her work. As a representative of superstition, I shouldn't

A temporary retreat from the glare of science?”

Natasha gave him a roll of her eyes, then ran in following the stretcher cart.

Thor opened his arms as soon as he got off the plane, intending to give the mystic a rude hug.

"Man, you missed a wonderful battle." Thor held the trophy and made a good-natured laugh, mocking the soldier in front of him who missed the battle. His expression was quite relaxed, even Steve Rogers was no exception. Rogers

The captain hopes that finding the scepter means the end of the Chitauri incident and Hydra. Although he also knows that this is unrealistic, it does not mean that he cannot breathe a sigh of relief. Before everyone can get off the plane, Thor begins

In order to brag - this is the tradition of the Asgardians. After every battle, wine and bragging are essential. If there is a bard here, Thor will brag even more vigorously, as if he is now

Being in a pub, setting off a wave of binge drinking.

"I'm a good student, and I won't miss any of the classes I should attend." Salomon stretched out his fingers wrapped in white gloves, "I'm going to inspect the scepter next. Stark, class

Dr. Na, do you want to come together?"

"Don't be so anxious, boy." Stark patted the Mystic Mage on the shoulder, "We still have some time before the scepter is returned to Asgard. Have a drink first, and then think about whether to attend the party on Saturday.

I'm sure you don't have any classes to attend on Saturday."

"Don't let Sir Arnold Arbinson hear it. He's an Englishman and doesn't like American wild parties," said Salomon. "And I hate strangers."

"Little hedgehog, stay away from those British parties with violins. You need an American party."

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This battle was different from hunting. After figuring out the survival habits of the beast, he was able to survive in most situations with his strength and speed far exceeding that of an ordinary adult male, as well as the combat skills he had developed through continuous hard training.

But when faced with the frontal battlefield of modern warfare, especially when faced with emotionless artificial intelligence, none of these things are as effective as the heavy bolter in his hand. Bullets have the highest right of battlefield passage, and no one can

refute.

Hunting is not exactly the same as a frontal battlefield.

On the battlefield, only the most brutal strength and the fastest speed are the only passes. Only the smartest brains and the most flexible tactics can cause as much damage as possible while ensuring survival. Salomon plans to put the boy into the

Where the battle is most intense, he is only equipped with a bolter, a few magazines, a short knife, a standard knight's sword, a light bulletproof armor and a powered exoskeleton. Such commander-level equipment is enough to support him

If he survives on the battlefield, the helmet he wears will record the number of kills. Only if he meets the predetermined standards can the boy pass the first stage of training. Only if he survives and completes the goal can the boy receive the next stage of surgery.

The premise for all this is that he completes the linguistics, mathematics and tactical strategy exams on Saturday morning. The surgery not only enhanced his muscles, but his brain is also far beyond ordinary people. For ordinary people, learning that is extremely difficult is very difficult for him.

It's not a big problem. Genetic modification is not only to create powerful war machines, but to create a perfect human being.

"Don't compete with machines for strength. Be nimble and flexible. Only in this way can you survive on the battlefield." With the flip of his wrist, the held sword reversed its direction and cut a shallow wound on the boy's arm. Mystic Mage

As he passed by, he kicked the boy's calf to remind him to pay attention to his steps. The boy snorted dissatisfiedly. He frowned not because of the pain caused by the wound on his arm, but because he could never keep up with the monarch.

Worrying about the pace.

Bad habits developed in previous hunting training are constantly being corrected, but this takes time.

"I need time!" The boy swung his sword fiercely, so fast that only an afterimage remained. "It took me several months to adapt to the fighting style of that planet."

"Don't beg me for things that don't exist!" Salomon stepped aside to let the sword edge hit the boy's wrist with the hilt of the sword. The huge force made the weapon fall from his hands. The boy wanted to pick it up, but the tip of the mystic's sword

It was already pointing at his throat. "You don't have time." He looked down at the boy, his expression as serious as an iceberg. He turned his sword sideways and patted the boy's neck with the sword blade, "Every battle is a surprise attack, you

There is no time to prepare. You must be ready every moment, as are our enemies who will never let their guard down. You are the warrior I created and you are capable of it. Pick up your weapons and here we go again

.”

The boy gritted his teeth and rubbed his wrist.

The knock on the sword hilt disappeared after a while, which was one of the benefits of the surgery. He took a deep breath, suddenly jumped back before the next heartbeat, reached out and drew his gun and fired. Those bullets were about to touch

Salomon was swatted away by the long sword when he was young. The mystic took a step forward and placed the long sword next to the boy's neck again. Only at this moment did the hot bullet casing and deformed warhead fall to the ground and hit the marble floor.

There is a tinkling sound.

"I think ordinary people would have died under such an attack." The boy smiled, "One minute, my lord?"

"Well done, but our enemies are not ordinary people." Salomon nodded, "If you are still at this level, one minute is enough for us to fight several times."


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