Perhaps the jokes and sense of humor slightly reduced the false serious character that Tita tried to maintain. When the corners of the artificial human mouth rose, Natasha Romanov also breathed a little relieved. Tita would be alert to her because of her former spy identity, so Natasha would not put the questions she wanted to get answers on the surface, nor would even raise the topics that were close and then smoothly transitioned to prevent Tita from tense again.

Now she is very satisfied, and there is no need to let her dream life miss her.

Although clonal organ cultivation technology is already very mature for the Immortal City, the relatively strict surgical conditions and relatively mature transplant technology may still cause trouble during the operation, and even autologous transplantation may cause unexpected problems. Natasha believes that she is ready to bear the endless pain and sequelae after the operation, which is her determination, and for this, she also refused some work.

Her former friends (now she doesn't know whether they should call those friends) did not make things difficult for her, forcing her to accept the job, but instead wished her the dream life. Natasha was very glad that this happened, but some jobs were something she could not refuse because it was a job that her sense of justice and conscience could not refuse.

She needs to know whether the emperor's career is always correct and righteous, whether someone is in the shadow of the glorious ideal, doing things that are no different from the past - there will always be shadows under the sun, and one of the tasks she accepts is to make sure that mold will not grow in the shadows - but she is a spy or a woman, and she cannot only accept jobs from the emperor. The nature of this job is basically the same as the previous one, the difference is that she does not need to provide detailed information to the online line, she only needs to judge the emperor's career and judge whether she maintains justice.

Natasha knew that the emperor knew that she had accepted the job, but because the emperor believed that she knew the severity and would not reveal the information that would actually cause losses, and that the acceptance of the job was also due to her sense of justice, the emperor turned a blind eye to her behavior. This was a kind of trust and tacit understanding that needed no words. Natasha Romanov enjoyed the convenience brought by this tacit understanding, and she had even planned to live after she had recovered her fertility.

"I suggest you go to the lounge to meet the scientists who are about to arrive at the space station." Tita took a data board from his adjutant. The content on this data board has a higher level of confidentiality than Natasha Romanov's hands. "Although you already have their background information, most of the information is provided by their subordinate countries and may not be accurate. You can now ask questions while they are excited to stay in space. Maybe they will reveal some information. I will prepare you with the disguise tools, which are the masks you used in the past."

Tita showed quite gentleness, which made Natasha Romanov very glad that her work this week was successfully completed. She accepted the advice with ease, turned around and left the special elevator in the guest room and returned to her room, waiting for Tita to send someone to send props over. As far as Natasha Romanov knew, her main job now is to conduct background checks on foreign scientists entering the space station, and this work also requires close cooperation from the sisters.

"She is still passing information to the online network data. Judging from the network data we intercepted, she did not convey any important information." After Natasha Romanov opened the door with a gene encoding key in the guest room access control, Tita took out a telephone. If the shield is not turned on, the micrometeorites in the sky will often bump the metal on the surface of the space station into a pothole, and the armored portholes often face such threats and may even be penetrated. This is a problem that all aerospace scientists must face, but after the shield of the Tianjian Space Station is turned on, this problem can be ignored. Tita can occasionally see the micro lightning flashing outside the porthole. "Is the information we have collected enough to locate her superiors?" Her tone was malicious, "Can we catch the bastard who is messing around?"

"The first secret group is all professionals." Victor von Doom's magnetic voice came out of the communication channel. "Don't treat this as a main task, girl, he hopes you will focus on other tasks."

"I am just his hound, regency, you have the right to advise us. Please forgive me for my impoliteness. The sisters will follow your orders, but I will not." Hearing Tita say this, Victor von Doom feels his headaches have a second time. "I can't let others poison his work, and he also hopes that I will protect his property, right?"

"Don't try to understand him, Tita, that's your biggest mistake. Since he allows Natasha Romanov to live, he must have his ideas." Victor von Doom said. "The spy is not important at all. What matters is the prey that slips away from us again. Perhaps Natasha Romanov can still live because he wants to keep getting information from her online."

Tita's cheeks flushed. "Do you know what he thinks?"

"Yes, girl, I always know his thoughts because I am his Regent."

Victor von Dum lowered his head and glanced at the documents on the table that were just put on by Diana Lister. From the Ministry of Finance, it is related to the emperor's industrial upgrading plan. No matter how the emperor raises funds, an economic recession will inevitably occur when the large bubble of financial capitalism is gradually eliminated. At this time, the relevant industrial upgrading must keep up and fill the composition and number of jobs. He doesn't have much time to make up for the emperor's interpersonal troubles, and it is already for the emperor to say a few more words to Tita.

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"But then you never remind me."

"He wouldn't want me to be so honest, but also hope that you can understand it yourself. Just preaching alone cannot correct your shortcomings and experience it yourself." Victor von Doom said before hanging up the newsletter. "The horse he gave you has been genetically modified, and the total cost has exceeded $200 million. He has high hopes for you, but he will not ask you to be too fanatic."

Tita remembered the white horse that the emperor gave her. The overly strong muscles and excessively hard bones made the genetically modified horse called a land biological tank. Similar samples could even accept the full speed of a van, and the injuries were only stuck in metal and unable to climb out. The gift was accepted not only because of the emperor's favor, but because the emperor expressed his expectations for her with a white horse. In folk legends, white horses mean many beautiful qualities, so in many fairy tales (modified versions), the prince would ride a white horse to the princess. Now Tita wanted to meet the white horse that was still raised in the stables of the Oxfordshire Manor.

"Oh, brother, I've really had enough!"

Pegasus lowered his head and skillfully bit the apples from the plate into his mouth. As a horse that could spray lasers and bullets from his mouth (in fact, it was just the magic that the emperor imposed on it), Pegasus considered himself much more noble than the other horses in the stable, not to mention that he had a pair of flying wings, and when he was walking on sunny days, he had to occupy the softest lawn and roll on it.

However, this beautiful life is getting shorter and shorter. Some giant horses that are not as strong as it is, but are far more alert than ordinary horses. If it were only this, Pergasus would not be too troubled. What really makes it feel bad is that the horses are not inferior to Cheshire Cats to the extent of annoying. "Can you give me an apple, brother?" A white horse with a brass shell on his neck shook his head and made an electronic synthesizer from the loudspeaker. "I will be pulled away by the golden man tomorrow as a stallion. I admit that I have eaten a bucket today, but..."

When he saw Hammurabi, Pergasus made a roar of excitement.

"No, you only completed the minimum training indicator today, Pergasus." Hammurabi shook his finger. It is not uncommon to manage the stable in power armor. The only thing that makes people feel uncomfortable is the crimson robe that is easily stained. "Your caloric intake has exceeded the standard. As the emperor's mount, you must always be in the best condition."

Pergasus tried to shake his head.

"No?"

It nodded wildly, then signaled the stable opposite with its mouth, and even picked up an apple and threw it into the stable opposite, and accurately hit the head of another horse. In fact, the stable in Pergasus was not locked. It could leave the stable at any time and wander around the manor. The reason why it stayed here obediently was entirely because one night it tried to break into the emperor's bedroom and rolled and slept on the soft carpet, so it encountered the worst reprimand of its life. Before the emperor was relieved, it could only stay here, sleeping on dry and soft straw like ordinary horses, and say goodbye to the expensive silk bedding that belonged to it.

"It's a little irritable lately." Somehow, the talking horse seemed to have a little humor. "I don't think it has much to do with me, but it's really irritable lately. But I also want to discuss a question about the rights of horses. There are already flying horses in this world, but I only talk horses, so why can't I eat two buckets of fruit a day? I hope I can specify the type of fruit, the temperature of the hay entrance, the fragrance of combing water...I'm a tasteful horse, Okay?"

Hammurabi ignored it and spoke to Pergasus.

"This is the first time we have made a talking horse, and there will definitely be some unexpected problems. But this doesn't stop us from continuing to try...but it is not the only talking horse in the project, it has other similarities, so next gene stability genetic experiments will be conducted to stabilize specific gene loci."

Hammurabi ignored the talkative horse's inquiry about the other mare's like music. He didn't know why the emperor had invented the enlightenment surgery and used it on horses, but it was certain that this experiment was definitely not just to improve the brain capacity of the horse, but the ultimate goal was to use it on humans - perhaps this was a pre-technology to solve Alzheimer's disease, because the badge of the project contained Wakanda elements, which proved that biological researchers from Fort Wakanda in the Wakanda Hahn participated - but Hammurabi believed that he had not studied the relevant papers and knew nothing about it. He could only confirm that this thing had been approved and inspected by the guards, and did not carry bacteria, viruses and parasites that could infect people and animals, otherwise he would not be able to enter the manor at all.

"It will stay in Montana for a while, and the emperor bought a ranch there, and there were several employed cowboys managing it. Those horses would participate in genetic experiments for American wild horses..." Hammurabi said while putting saddles and reins on Pergasus, "Did you know, the wild horses in North America are actually descendants of wild horses brought by Columbus, all of them Spanish horses. So I would recommend instilling Spanish in those horses before the experiment."

"Oh, I like Latin American girls..."

The guard's sporadic sense of humor could only be answered by another horse, because he did not have the ability to read thinking directly and could not communicate directly with Pergasus. However, Pergasus seemed to understand, and even spitted into the stable opposite, causing the talking horse to complain. However, since Pergasus was almost twice as tall as an ordinary horse, the genetically modified horse dared not act any resistance, because even the genetically modified and enhanced muscles and bones could not fight against the real biological beast Pergasus.

"Anyway, I always think that after Wakanda began to learn subconscious indoctrination technology and brain-computer interface technology, there seemed to be some problems that we could not control." Hammurabi sighed. He wanted to ride out for a few laps instead of riding a suspended jet motorcycle and rushing around with a momentum of knocking over a super heavy tank, smashing everything in the way. There are not no horses that can withstand the Guards, but the only horse in the Gene Laboratory has successfully created that has only one horse with bone and muscle strength comparable to Pergasus, and the horse has now been sent back to the laboratory for further examination and surgery to install a sound device and processor connected to the brain-computer.
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