"You better not move around, this is to save your life." Anna looked at the rearview mirror. Her brother Damon was struggling in the back seat of the car. Sister Gabriel Rossetti was also accompanying Damon in the back seat. When she tried to untie the cable belt on Damon's hand, Anna warned her and tied her up by the way.

"In order not to let you idiots affect him again, I will take him out of here." Anna sneered at the office of Dr. Hestin in St. Teresa's mental hospital. Now that the office has caught fire. If it weren't for the nun's plea, Anna wouldn't even drag Dr. Hestin out of the office. Now, the security personnel have been choked and the fire has been quickly brought under control. It's time for them to leave.

"I'll send him to San Francisco and then send you back to the Vatican. Salomon, you should be able to do it?"

"Of course." The Secret Mage shrugged. He did not intend to interfere with the complex family relationship between the Hellstorm brothers and sisters, but this did not mean that he would not choose to be beneficial to his development trend, especially the growing devil instinct of Anna, which made the Secret Mage very satisfied with this ally. But both Anna and Salomon turned a deaf ear to Sister Rossetti's accusations and resistance. Finally, at Anna's suggestion, Salomon casts a spell to let Damon and the nun sleep peacefully in the back seat.

"And what happened?" Anna sat in the driver's seat and started the car. "I don't mind listening to you tell stories on the road. In fact, I'm quite interested in what you've experienced."

"It's still the same, the old-fashioned story. Ordinary people always make a fuss when they see magic, and then they desire it. Thanks to Harry Potter, magic no longer becomes the object of slander by the church. Magic has an unparalleled attraction to anyone who has never possessed it. Just like spinning wheels and Erora, Disney and all-age cartoons!"

"What a bad metaphor." Anna couldn't help laughing, "What have you been through there?"

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“I would be very happy if all the contracts could attract the people involved as much as the spinning needles attract princesses.”

"I have to say that this is a very bad metaphor, Mr. Damonnet." Harold Finch felt that as long as anything is related to a wizard, or to Salomon Damonnet, there would be no good result. The last time when Salomon and Mr. Riser went to the bar to teach drug dealers, some of the relevant personnel had lifelong disabilities. He felt that this could not happen here - it was not interesting to interrupt the senator's legs.

"You should know that anyone has to sign a contract."

"The government has not yet witnessed your... ability. So, let us handle this matter. Please do not use force against Councillor Garrison. Mr. Lisser, please be optimistic about Mr. Damonnet. This matter does not need to end with casualties."

"I can't take care of two people, Finch." Mr. Lisser protested helplessly, his other hand still clutching the woman.

"Sorry, but I know nothing about you, sir." Councillor Garrison looked at the Secret Mage, "I have no information about you. Who are you?"

"See, Mr. Finch. My appearance is always accompanied by questions. There are always people who want to pursue the truth that does not belong to them." Salomon took out a homemade wand. "What's even more excessive is that there are always people who think that they can use bullets to fight magic. I suggest that your people put down their guns and sign the contract obediently, and then the matter between us is over. I will not interfere with anything about you."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Why are talking about this." Salomon passed by Samen Shaw, walked up generously, and took off the gun from her past mentor's hand. During the process, Hesh's eyes were still moving, and he looked like he was imprisoned. The Senator was obviously caught off guard by this situation, and he had no idea what was going on.

"Now, it's your turn, sir." Salomon raised his pistol, "My patience is almost exhausted."

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"So, have they signed a contract?" Anna stepped on the accelerator a little hard, and the car rushed past the slippery suburban highway. Salomon was not good at telling stories, but it was enough to pass the time. Anna didn't ask for much. All she wanted was stories that would make her not think of the messy things in the St. Teresa Mental Hospital for the time being.

"Of course, of course, no one can stop me from issuing contracts. To be honest, I came in and became more and more eager for the pleasure of this behavior. Perhaps this is what is called business? Then I am really a genius in business!"

"Believe me, this is not the same thing at all."

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"Did you hear it? Someone is belittling my business talent!" Salomon held a cup of tea and complained to the female agent sitting opposite the table, "I think business is related to intelligence, and maybe some force and crime, as well as interpretation of legal provisions and just the right bribery. But no matter what, I think I am extremely talented in this regard. Even if I trade stocks, I don't have to worry about S.E.C (US Securities and Exchange Commission)."

"Then I would like to thank you for not having any plans to do business yet. Salomon, otherwise the trouble you made would be difficult to deal with." Natasha Romanov sighed. She listened to Salomon for a long time, but she couldn't hear the point. "Did you ask me out to talk about this?" She was wearing a very ordinary office work outfit, half-closed eyes, and looked like she would doze off at any time. "I'm on a mission now! Only you can let me put down the mission, sweetheart. If you don't mind, tell me what you want to say as soon as possible. I'm going to go to bed - maybe you want to go together and continue our date after waking up? It's OK wherever you are, even if you don't get out of bed."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "Artificial Intelligence, Natasha." Salomon is very immunized to such words. Athena and Beyonetta trained him to the point of being able to catch him. But seeing that the two of them had experienced a very bad thing together, Salomon still said a long story short, "You have level 10 authority, I want to know if S.H.E.L.D. knows whether S.H.E.L.D. knows whether the real controller of the agent organization named 'Polaris'."

"Oh my God, when did you start to pay attention to the world of ordinary people?" Natasha said with a smile, "Did you just come out of the rabbit hole? Dear? In my memory, you are not interested in the Internet, government, and agents, so why did you suddenly ask about this?"

"Because someone who is similar to Stark's genius has created an artificial intelligence, Natasha. It monitors us all the time, because it is itself attached to the Internet. I'm not talking about the ragged thing of the 'Prism Project', I'm talking about real artificial intelligence that can monitor all data."

"Sorry, I don't know about this." Natasha looked straight into the eyes of the Secret Master, "You are the only person in the world who can tell whether I lie or not, so I won't lie to you, Salomon. Why don't you ask Nick Fury? I believe he will tell you the truth."

"The problem now is that no one knows where it is except that artificial intelligence itself, it is free." Salomon also sighed, "Nick Fury won't tell me the truth, let alone, I think he wants to shoot me now because I asked him to go with rabbit ears to add the hearing."
Chapter completed!