Chapter seven hundred and seventy seventh idiot-like agent
If you put aside your impetuous eyes and focus on the truth, you will find that although the Immortal City has a large number of high-tech weapons and equipment and well-trained soldiers, and is constantly training soldiers and conducting genetic modification experiments, it is essentially a military organization, and
Salomon is a warlord leader. The term warlord is not pleasant at all, and he knows this very well, but he also knows that sooner or later he will have the opportunity to change this title to a more advanced one.
After all, the world is full of idiots who claim to be gods when they have some ability, and who want to rule the world when they have some money. He must be better than those idiots. Stephanie is ambitious about the beauty of the future, and her loyalty is beyond question.
Doubtful. The desire for power of the Hydra bloodline made her know what to do and what not to do.
For example, after receiving the communication from Agent Coulson, she chose to ignore it because she could make a decision by herself.
S.H.I.E.L.D. and Immortal City went in two completely opposite directions in their research on the monolith. SHIELD desperately tracked down the whereabouts of the monolith after the Napoleonic Wars, while Immortal City went to the Middle East to start looking for ancient legends. This was formulated by Salomon.
Stephanie had no doubts about the research direction, because she had never seen the monarch make mistakes. But given that the Immortal City did not have a professional archaeological department, Stephanie specifically contacted Salomon’s most familiar adventurers and archaeologists.
Lara Croft, a woman who has been on at least two thrilling archaeological adventures, asked for help.
"Paintings, sculptures, books, these are all works of art created by humans in the past to praise certain things, certain virtues, certain legends. These things are the basis for defining the culture and way of thinking of a group. Culture is what carries us
Another ship on the sea of stars. If we lose these things, lose our culture and way of thinking, then even if we reach the end of the universe, we can only be called beasts using high-tech tools." Salomon
Said, "We will set up a similar department in the future to protect and discover the relics in the world and protect our culture."
Lara Croft called back with surprising speed, asking enthusiastically if she had discovered any interesting relics.
Salomon is Lara Croft's only investor, because she will never be able to make the truth she discovered to the public. But even so, the adventurer still enjoys it - especially when he starts to clear out the Holy Trinity in the Eternal City.
After that, even the slanderous news about her in the London tabloids became much less. She became cheerful and even had time to practice shooting and fighting. In view of Salomon’s previous attitude towards investing in Lara Croft’s venture,
Stephanie could only smile and appropriate a certain amount of money for the act of burning money for fun, and promised a certain amount of armed support so that Lara Croft could make an indelible contribution to the world's cultural heritage.
And that damn private jet!
Although the private jet is nominally Salomon's personal asset, the user is basically Lara Croft. In fact, Stephanie also wanted to take that private jet, but because Salomon liked the safety of the assault transport boat
, speed and firepower, comfort is secondary, so Stephanie, who often follows him everywhere, can only endure the hard seats of the assault transport boat. It has to be said that the bumps of the assault transport boat are really painful. It makes her feel even more
What makes her angry is that it is said that the archaeologist still has some unclear relationship with Salomon. Although she cannot use the power of the intelligence department to investigate clearly, this legend is enough to make her feel unhappy.
"I also need to go to Norway to visit a friend of my father's." Laura said slightly apologetically.
Stephanie gritted her teeth and sent a message to the airport to start arranging Lara Croft's flight to Norway. The archaeologist claimed that after she ended her personal affairs, she could start studying the information provided by the Eternal City. This was absolutely not the case.
The delay was too long. Stephanie had no interest in investigating which friends of Lara Croft's father, Richard Crawford, were in Norway, otherwise she would have discovered the travel records of S.H.I.E.L.D. agents sent by the intelligence agency
It will overlap with Lara Croft's schedule.
"I still have guests!" Professor Randolph was extremely annoyed by Agent Coulson and his team. "You leave the information and come back to me in a few days." He said, "If I can't give the answer, then you
No matter what, it’s fine.”
"We are not gangsters, Professor Randolph." Agent Coulson smiled, "We just want to ask for your help. And I'm afraid we don't have a few days, we have to solve the problem now."
"I understand." Professor Randolph stood up and glanced towards the end of the corridor outside the cell. He lowered his voice and said mysteriously, "Then did you bring anything for me?"
"There is a check at the prison gate."
"You agents, you must have a way to bypass the inspection!"
Agent Coulson gave Daisy a look that meant "I told you so". Daisy frowned and pulled out a small wine board from her chest. "This is the only one." She stuffed the small wine board in.
"No comments are allowed, and no comments are allowed."
"Human women are trouble." Professor Randolph muttered as he couldn't wait to open the small wine bottle and drink it in one gulp.
Daisy's face scrunched up in disgust.
"Now, look at these things. This is all the information we have so far." Coulson handed over the photos of the boulder, the video of the liquefaction, the scanned pictures of the parchment, and Fitz's guess about the boulder. Randolph
The professor directly ignored the data Fitz had written and the charts he drew, and turned directly to the page with the pattern like a child who had just learned to read.
"Portal?" Professor Randolph raised his head in surprise.
"Yes, a portal." Colson said, "I believe that you have been hiding on the earth for so many years, and you must have been worried that one day the Rainbow Bridge will take you away, so you must have studied the relevant legends."
"But I've never seen this stone."
"Think about it again."
"I'm not done yet... I've seen this, an ancient Hebrew word that means death." Professor Randolph tapped the scanned pattern on the parchment with his finger, "Where did you find this thing?
"
Daisy couldn't wait to answer, "In the hands of a gangster in the old town of Tangier. Since you care about this thing, it means you have seen it."
"This is just an ordinary ancient Hebrew word. But your observation is very keen. Although this word is common, I have seen it once in a place where it should not appear. In England." Professor Randolph licked.
Licking his lips, "I was invited to attend a noble banquet at that time. Although European nobles at that time learned to take baths again, the smell was still not very good. I met a very beautiful lady at that time, but in the morning
After the smell of her perfume dissipates..."
Agent Coulson interrupted the old guy in time and continued to recall the past, "Ahem, we are not here to listen to you talk about your past romantic history, Professor Randolph."
"Okay, okay. I did see this word in England. It was engraved on the wall of an old castle in Gloucestershire. I was a little drunk at the time, so I didn't pay much attention to it."
"If we provide a map, can you point out the location of the castle?" Agent Coulson asked.
Faced with this question, Professor Randolph just pointed to his head. "Why have you become stupid, son of Cole?" he said, "Can't you find it by opening Google Maps?"