The Immortal City grew quietly like a monster under the bed that kept making moist gasping noises late at night. Natasha Romanov had no idea that the Immortal City had become like this. She originally thought it was an underground organization,
An armed group, a new plutocrat, but now I lift the quilt and find this government department. When the severe punishment laws formulated by Victoria Hand were promulgated, they ushered in resistance from Wakanda, but after an intelligence agency deliberately
Any opposition disappeared after local warlords were allowed to enter the controlled area and loot.
Although the Eternal City has brought iron and blood order to the war-torn areas of Africa - including but not limited to the imposition of curfews, injection sterilization of large-population families, labor reform, flogging and shooting of criminals based on different crimes, and the execution of children.
Compulsory education, compulsory training of workers, elimination of illiteracy and infectious diseases - this would be unacceptable to many White Left Madonnas, but Agent Romanov understood that Salomon's method was the most effective.
Human rights have no place under the pressure of survival.
What the Mystics did in Africa was basically charity. After all, the goods produced in the local handicraft workshops had no market at all. Except for a part that was digested by Wakanda, Salomon bought all the others with his own money.
There are even handmade products from Africa on Mars. But he is not completely at a loss. After all, before the mining mine is fully built, a large number of minerals required by the Mars foundry come from Africa. In addition, the local war orphans are too
So much that the work of transporting people to Mars and selecting soldiers almost killed an Interior Department official.
"Why haven't you conquered the world yet?" She joked in shock, trying to calm herself down. Almost everyone will inevitably develop a phobia of giants when facing those space battleships, and Natasha is no exception.
, even after returning to the real plane, the shadow from the space battleship would not dissipate so easily. She once again picked up the black tea with sugar and used hot water to stabilize her mood.
She believed that only one battleship was needed to 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 to sail this ship
I lack the manpower for the space battleship, the manpower responsible for using the armaments I produced to fight on the frontal battlefield, and even the manpower responsible for rebuilding the infrastructure. The cloning cabin is at full capacity, and the electronic components that are difficult to replace are slowly dying, but I have to
To do this, I must train officers who can command naval battles in outer space. Only professionals can drive these powerful warships to conquer the star sea."
"You're not afraid that I will tell other people about this, huh?" Natasha's eyes sparkled, "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 doing it for personal ambition, but this is not the case. These space battleships are all prepared for future annihilation disasters.
It is prepared for the future of the human race. Soon, we will face a tragic war that can destroy all civilizations. We must do everything we can to survive."
"Prophecy?" she asked, "Chitauri? Is this what you announced to the representatives of the Wuchang countries at the Tricurve Wing headquarters?"
"I just showed them part of the future, but no one believed it. That war was the first war that the human race faced as a whole, but it was not the last one." The agent raised his head and saw something in the eyes of the mystic.
Sad. Ordinary people can have his vision, so no ordinary people can understand his eagerness. From beginning to end, he never vented his impatience to ordinary people, just like caring for the chicks in the greenhouse, fearing that they would not be able to bear the pressure.
"They think that the Chitauri are too far away from the earth, and as long as the Tesseract is taken away by the Asgardians, there will be no problems - or, capitulationism has prevailed. I am not interested in knowing what they think, because I
We can’t see them investing their technology and funds into outer space exploration. With the Chitauri’s orbital strike capabilities, the existing human civilization cannot resist, and even if it drags them into a ground battle, it cannot win.”
"Isn't it true? According to Thor and yourself, the Asgardians are responsible for threats from the real plane, and Kama Taj is responsible for threats from the magical plane. We still have time to develop and catch up with Asgard.
Gadrian technology."
"Normally speaking, yes. But Asgard has always been shrouded in the shadow of destruction. The end of Asgard will come earlier than the end of the earth. We are now bathing in the last afterglow of the Aesir.
, From now on, we have to leave the earth to get a chance to survive."
"Is the situation serious enough? We need to inform Thor..."
Salomon waved his hand and interrupted her.
"They have been preparing for thousands of years. We need to stand up and face the suffering on our own. The Battle of New York is just a small-scale raid, and the Chitauri are only small players in that war. What we have to face is the Zeta
The boss behind the Rui people. There are countless alien civilizations in the universe, but the leader of the Chitauri destroyed many just to satisfy the murderous desire of the creature that has been cursed countless times. Faced with such a disaster, all humans
We all must join this war to drive those disgusting alien garbage out of our galaxy."
Salomon poured Natasha another cup of tea and then lifted her into his lap.
The agent leaned against him obediently, like leaning on a huge teddy bear. She heard Salomon's heart beating powerfully, and she felt the warmth.
"Now I am the only one in the world who has the space battleship and the technology level to match it. I must stand up and solve the problem. You also know what will happen if I hand over those technologies to today's humans - just power armor technology
Let those chaebols try their best to deal with Stark, not to mention the space battleship and supporting technology. This hatred comes from uncontrollable fear. Their hatred for me will exceed their hatred for Stark. They
They will look forward to my death even more. This is human nature, and I don't want to blame them, but I also don't want to personally promote the Third World War. Before that war, I don't want to waste resources."
"Do you know what people like this are called on Earth? A hero, my dear."
"No, I'm not, Natasha." Salomon shook his head, "Only those men and women who sacrificed their blood for the human race are heroes. I am just fulfilling the responsibilities of the title I hold."
"You always underestimate the price you pay, always." Natasha shook her head, "Did you give me that power armor also for the war?"
"You can't face the enemy just wearing a tight leather suit." Salomon laughed, "That power armor was specially made for you. It is slender but strong. The servo motor is completely silent when running, and it is equipped with an energy wrist blade.
With a highly maneuverable jetpack, you will become the most terrifying assassin on the battlefield."