"You didn't tell the truth!"

Tony Stark walked out of the projection several times, but eventually walked back.

"Just like the past, poisonous lies are naturally secreted from your mouth like saliva, poisoning everyone who has heard you, Steve Rogers, Sam Wilson, and James Buchanan Barnes... We have known each other for so many years, but I have never really known you. Before you started a war, even Nick Fury or Natasha knew about your two-sided life. I know it's too late to say this, but I still have to say it." Tony Stark jumped up like a cat with a paw. He was very angry at Salomon's vague words because he had heard this vague statement more than once, and did something he didn't want to do because of this misleading. "You are full of lies and refuse to let others be your friend because of your arrogance. You don't want others to know you because others are fools in your eyes, aren't you?"

"I think it's necessary to reiterate, Stark. I invite you to join the Planetary Defense Program to build a defense network against alien fleets. This invitation contains several countries, but due to the particularity of Stark's industry, you can only join anonymously to provide technical guidance." Salomon was not angry, and did not even react because of Stark's emotions.

He had long expected Stark to have this emotion, after all, he could not expect a person who had stood on the opposite side of conflict of ideas and conflicts of interest to calm down. But he chose this time. Beyonita and Joan of Arc just asked Dinah to invite him to the glass greenhouse for afternoon tea - this is a cryptic statement between him and the witch, like some unspeakable invitation. Next to the glass greenhouse is the modern and simple style glass bedroom. After the afternoon tea is over, the witches will want some entertainment activities. Salomon will never miss every invitation from the witch - and Tony Stark, who is in the United States, has just finished breakfast, and his blood sugar is gradually rising and his mind will not be particularly clear.

He has read the Earth Defense Plan white paper submitted by Tony Stark to the Pentagon and Congress.

As long as he has certain authority, the member of Congress can basically see the white paper. The one he has in his hand comes from Gideon Malik. Although Gideon Malik is still not a member of Congress, the members of Congress he controls can provide enough information. Just like Gideon in the Bible story, lurking in the enemy camp and eavesdropping on intelligence.

The ultimate concept of Stark's white paper is to establish a strategic defense of global integration. All participating countries must give up some of the military information security and military sovereignty, and this overly idealized idea is destined to be impossible to achieve. However, many of the contents in the white paper are taken out separately, which is very consistent with the United States' combat philosophy of building military hegemony and information hegemony in Europe and the Asia-Pacific region. Therefore, the white paper began to be deleted and revised in the hands of Congress, and will eventually become a white paper on naval strategy released by the Pentagon. Its core idea will run contrary to Tony Stark's original concept.

"Or, do you want to pass the long approval channel of Congress, the Pentagon, NSNA and the military-industrial complex to make only 10% of the funding that should have been invested in R&D to implement the project of saving humanity? No one knows better than you, this will definitely happen. If you want to continue to achieve your goals through corrupt systems and hypocritical democracy, then I won't object. You can usher in the doomsday with those borers and let hundreds of millions of people and useless financial games be buried with you."

The emperor calmly stretched out his hand and made an invitation gesture.

"You know I'm right, Tony Stark, you know what the white paper you handed to Congress will eventually turn out, so you're angry." Tony Stark wanted to refute it, but he hadn't learned the debate after all, and hadn't noticed the Emperor's trick of blurring the arguments. Adding to the rising blood sugar after breakfast and the blood flowing to the stomach, he couldn't remember the real contradiction after being attracted by other arguments. "You know I've been doing the right thing, you know I see farther than everyone, you know I've never wasted time and energy on useless people and things, so I'm very cold in your eyes. But I have no idea of ​​changing because I don't have time and my responsibility doesn't allow me to do that."

Tony Stark remained silent, he had not yet thought about how to refute it.

Now the whole world knows that Latovigna has extremely powerful genetic modification technology and also has a company that specializes in life-extending surgery, which specializes in serving the rich. As far as he knows, although Latovigna is now on the opposite side of the United States, there are still several chaebols who have undergone organ transplants and are overwhelmed in their bodies to contact Latovigna. Only the emperor needs to express some wishes, and the members of Congress who take the money will propose and pass.

"If you agree, I will send a vehicle to greet you. But for the sake of confidentiality, you will also need to fly to the specified coordinates with power armor. My Tianma Super Heavy Assault Transport Boat will wait for you in the air." The emperor waved his hand, and the Cheshire Cat approached the holographic projection switch very obediently. "You know how to contact my secular identity, Tony Stark. No one can monitor the conversation between us, nor can the Homeland Security Bureau. I will send the coordinates to you. Don't worry, the coordinates are not too far from you and Pepper's holiday cabin."

A very standard negotiation process, expressing damage ability and expressing damage intention are carried out simultaneously.

He did not show how he knew Tony Stark's position, nor did he show when he arranged the armed forces near that country wooden house. If this was in the traditional superhero comic, the emperor thought he was definitely the villain who occupied several publications. The emperor did not leave time for Tony Stark to think, and then instructed the Cheshire Cat to jump up and press the button, interrupting the secret conversation.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Secret conversation, huh?" Beyonetta knocked on the door. She held the wine glass in one hand and raised her eyebrows at Salomon. The light red wine body was clear and transparent, and a round cherry sank at the bottom of the glass. "Try the cocktail I made and see how it is this time."

"Dry Martini? It's better than last time." Salomon walked over to take the glass and took a sip without hesitation. If it weren't for the witch's food, Hammurabi or Dinah would definitely rush over for a quick toxicology test. "Why do I feel like Dinah's usual style of bartending. She doesn't like adding too much Italian flavor." He handed the glass to the ubiquitous small housekeeping suspension robot, holding Beungita's slender waist and deliberately approaching her. A few years ago, he could only look up Beungita, but now it's Beungita's turn to look up to him. The black-haired witch poked his chest with her fingers with her face, and the slender heels of her shoes deliberately stepped on his toes. The distance was too close to her, so she was pressed against Salomon.

"Dina taught you how to make a martini?"

In the public's impression, the way of afternoon tea is not suitable for this manor.

Although this does not mean that exquisite refreshments and sweet black tea are not popular in the estate, the witches obviously prefer the latter compared to the former that Salomon has always liked. The cocktails tasted during afternoon tea time are not high in alcohol, and most of them are quite sweet and delicate in appearance, which is very suitable for tasting in this ever-changing British afternoon cloudy day with rain and snow and grass. Only after dinner and after dinner is the best time to taste spirits and wines. Whisky is paired with American smoked barbecue, wine is paired with exquisite French meals, and brandy is a pastime after dinner.

One night, more than twenty bottles of wine were changed on the dining table in the manor.

But this is not too much. After all, the program written by Salomon is continuously extracting the numbers given to value from the stock market of financial capitalism, and then filling those numbers into his secular identity and secular social status to maintain his secular identity and witch's living standards. This lifestyle makes him and the witch somewhat isolated from the world. Participating in social dinners in the upper class is just bored, rather than just trying to get to know some people. They do not need to pretend to donate to charities or simply start a charity to avoid taxes. The biggest enemy of Salomon's lifestyle is the US Securities and Exchange Commission, because the latter has always believed that his secular identity is suspected of insider trading.

"I like her bartending method very much." The witch raised her chin, "You taught her bartending method, right?"

"Well, the subconscious indoctrination of artificial souls is my preference. Who made Dinah initially positioned as a maid..."

"Not a fighter?" Beyonetta raised the volume slightly, "As well, including all humans?"

"Well..."

"Don't waste time, cute little boy." Beyonetta chuckled. She held Salomon's face and tiptoed to kiss his lips. "Joan of Arc wanted to make up for the entertainment I missed last night, and I also want to taste more." She blinked, expressing satisfaction with Salomon's rare embarrassment. She tasted his emotions like the Banshee in folk stories. "We all like your magic, it's delicious."

"I'll send a message to Constantine, my dear."

Salomon couldn't help but kiss back a few times. His warm and soft lips made him almost unable to extricate himself. In the end, Beyonetta pushed him away, otherwise this afternoon tea time would have been spent in the office. Beyonetta bent down and twisted the Cheshire cat with its tail raised next to it into his hand. The movement was light and elegant, as if he was twisting a brand-name clutch.

"You only have ten minutes." The witch said with a smile, "Don't exceed this time."

"Listen, I only have ten minutes!"

The relocation of the lighthouse base is orderly. Agent Colson's team has been sent to a training ground where they don't know their location. They will receive training including spacewalk, vacuum first aid and other training. Constantine also asked them to understand the constellations and learn scientifically modified star navigation techniques to ensure that they can determine their position in the Galaxy. The first confidential regiment and safari cavalry who were rotating are still at the lighthouse base, waiting for the information from behind to complete the sorting of all the items in the lighthouse base warehouse, so some important figures are still staying in the lighthouse base to help with their work.

These include Enoch, the immortal.

Although most of the armed personnel have been withdrawn, after the bloody suppression caused by the two riots, the agents of SHIELD were finally completely settled, and there was no need to worry about the adverse effects of the reduction in security power. What's more, a few minutes ago, I learned that the sisters who arrived at the emperor only took ten seconds to prepare. These girls who remained armoured and kept smashing human bones with bare hands even if they didn't use weapons. Just a pair of iron fists could eliminate all factors in the base that were unfavorable to the emperor's safety.

"Have you seen me, Enoch, the immortal man?" In the control room, there are only Enoch, Enoch, and Constantine, the Imperial Guard. No one could hear this conversation and interfere with the content of the conversation. "If so, when is that?"

"Why are you..." Enoch was a little surprised. This was his first time facing the emperor in reality. He felt that the abnormal current of his processor core was increasing. "How could you know these things? Are you monitoring me?"

"The conversation you and Agent Colson is not kept secret. All the images you showed him were recorded by us. Your image data is very important to me, Enoch. Just as Agent Colson will take a time and space journey, I will embark on the same journey, but what I want to go to is the past." The emperor extended his hand to Enoch. "Your camera system is excellent and you can even see through the cover of supernatural powers. I have now obtained your facial recognition data, Enoch, but I need your experience more."

"Why?"

The emperor glanced at Constantine and nodded to the latter. "Constantine will let you know more secrets, Enoch. Although you have been on Earth for 30,000 years, you have never seen the war behind the curtain. And... I also saw in you the power that I don't understand."

“If I leave the lighthouse base, the warehouse inventory efficiency will be reduced by 56.2%.

"I think you have more important things to do than counting the warehouse." The emperor made a gesture to the Imperial Guards, "This friend needs a day trip to Kama Taj."

"I don't think this is of any use, my lord."

"My opinion is exactly the opposite." The emperor looked down at the Changshengren, his eyes full of deep meaning. "Changshengren is a mechanical race, which means that more than one person is looking at us through his eyes."

"Someone is monitoring us?" The Imperial Guard immediately loaded the blaster.
Chapter completed!