When Stark faced Harold Finch, he first asked if he was the creator of artificial intelligence. After receiving a positive answer, Tony Stark opened his wine cabinet and shared the wine with Mr. Finch.

This is the wine he used to entertain well-known academic figures. Only smart people can gain respect from him - this is a rare progress. In the past, Stark had no intention of respecting others.

Although Mr. Finch agreed to Salomon's proposal, his companions arranged for safety to arrange an executive, Samen Shaw, to protect Mr. Finch to this strange place. Although she did not know what to do, for Mr. Finch's sake, she planned to sit quietly by the bar and eat snacks.

This also allowed her to safely spend the boring academic discussion time between Mr. Finch and Stark, and she had a headache when she heard those professional words.

"What are you doing?" Ms. Samen Shaw pinched a piece of sashimi and stuffed it into her mouth. She asked the secret mage who was also sitting on the bar in a vague voice. "Are you serious?" When she came over to see the content on the secret mage's computer, her expression looked like she was choking. "Are you doing your homework?"

"I'm still a student." Salomon did not turn his head, and he continued to write papers on his computer, with a piece of gum paper on his laptop. "If I hadn't known about the machine, I would have probably written papers in my room now. But that was impossible, because the machine would see my magic book."

"Oh my God, you might be the ones standing on the rooftop to protest privacy violations, are you?"

"Of course not."

"Do you British middle schools still teach the Bible? Is this really not your history lesson?" Samen Shaw pointed curiously on Salomon's screen, which was a discussion of evangelical reform. The secret wizard moved to the other side, leaving his computer slightly away from Samen Shaw's fingers stained with soy sauce.

"You don't look like a British man, you're not white enough, you're not red enough, and you don't even have freckles on your face. You look like you're mixed with Middle Eastern and European races."

"I am pure Abraham's blood. Just look at you, Ms. Xiao."

"Then how did you come to the United States?"

"Where is Mr. Lisser?" The Secret Mage tried to divert Samen Shaw from other topics so that she would not disturb his homework progress.

"There is a new number, and Harold thinks I'm not suitable for this task because I'm too rough. So John asked me to come here and Harold will pay." Samen Shaw laughed, as if he was proud of her rude behavior. She turned and stuffed herself a sweet cookie. For Mr. Finch's proposal, Salomon and Stark didn't know how to get the lady to rest.

"Do you know Captain America?"

“Yes, it’s not a pleasant time to get along.”

"What about Thor?"

"It's even more unpleasant."

"Where is Hawkeye?"

“Unfamiliar.”

"It seems that you have a good relationship with Stark. You scholars will get along well. As for Black Widow... she is too hot. If she is willing to accept women, I don't mind. There is the last person left in the Avengers, you won't become bigger and green. You can guess your identity with a simple rule of exclusion. Salomon, you are the silver knight!" Samen Shaw licked his fingers, and the black hair tied into a ponytail swayed in satisfaction.

She stretched out her hand to Salomon. In the mysterious mage's puzzled gaze, she shook her palm again.

"Gun!" She raised her eyebrows, looking incredible, "Didn't you bring a gun? John told me that your super big pistol! Take it out and show me!"

Salomon thought he had taken it for granted before, and he could not get along well with this woman, and she was almost annoyed him.

Mr. Finch seemed to have ended his discussion with Stark, walking around in front of a row of computers, updating the firewall with the help of Jarvis, and that lame leg simply could not affect his working speed.

"Where did you find him, Salomon." Stark drank the last bit of wine in the glass. "He has a deep study of programming. If the creator of the artificial intelligence is, he is the only one who qualifies. Although I don't want to give up, I have to admit that he is indeed better than me in this regard - maybe I can invite him to work with me?"

"I don't think it's possible. Harold would rather hide in the library than come out." Samen Shaw said vaguely, no one knows how much she ate. Stark wisely chose to shut up after glimpsing her biceps.

Tony Stark is busy on the computer opposite, and he is updating the Jarvis Stark Group's important technological information is protected by Jarvis and physically isolated. Tony Stark absolutely does not want his technological achievements to be stolen by others.

"I think you can trust my machine, Mr. Damonette. I created it to protect life, I trained my machine to predict crime, and even if it saw that information would not be leaked to others. Your concerns are redundant, Mr. Damonette, before that, it will only give the number." Mr. Finch said, "and the firewall may not necessarily work. You have to understand that, even the most powerful firewall needs continuous maintenance."

"Magic is not simple text and patterns, Harold, the magic rune has an effect on anything that sees it." Salomon turned his chair and picked up a pen to write a Lun rune on the printing paper.

"See it? Kenza."

He shook the paper, and then, in everyone's eyes, he said the meaning of the rune. The paper spontaneously ignited away from the heat source. "This is the power of magic, Mr. Finch, it is not me who activates this rune, but you who know its meaning." Salomon stepped on the flame until the paper went out. He said, "My magical information is extremely dangerous. If your artificial intelligence wants to obtain a movable body-I happen to have this content on my hands, and I have created it. I don't think you want your machine to be able to execute commands by yourself, Mr. Finch?"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! "You created the Terminator?" Samn widened his eyes.

"Not that exaggerated. What I created is an alchemy doll, a synthetic man with human ecology and superhuman power. This is not the same thing!" said the Secret Master, "In fact, you have seen it. I believe that Mr. Riser must have asked you to investigate Dinah, the maid of my family. That is the alchemy doll I created, the assistant who shares my life with me. If your machine has those equipment and materials, it is very likely that it will copy my previous processes and create its own form."

"You are so perverted! I can think of what you think of her!" Salomon moved to the side again, because Ms. Samen Xiao seemed to want to smash her fist on his head. Although Samen could laugh, her reaction was a little dull, and only anger seemed to be a normal expression of emotion.

"It's an alchemist and a grocery maid, you stupid woman!" The Secret Mage looked disdainful, "Am I like that? Go." Salomon turned to Harold again, "If you don't want your machine to knock on your door one day, you can only help me, Mr. Finch - if that part of the information has not been obtained by your machine."

What Salomon didn't say was about the Immortal City Laboratory. Not long ago, Maya Hansen suggested that Salomon connect the laboratory to the Internet. Now that such a thing has happened, the construction progress of the laboratory is going to be behind again.

"It's over." Samn Xiao sat on the chair with his back and forked up. "I think the machine should have obtained that part of the information, and it's all done in the movie."
Chapter completed!