"Nick Fury refused to give it to anyone." Salomon's feet in short boots were raised to the desk. Maya Hansen leaned against the other side of the table. She was a little unhappy after hearing the bad news. However, she did not show it, but bored playing with the poorly shaped plastic toy on her hands, thinking about when to stab the thing into Salomon's face.

Steve Rogers did not expect that Salomon did not understand boxing at all. From childhood to adulthood, Salomon participated in unlimited fighting. He was as dangerous as he was holding a weapon, and those gloves could not weaken his superhuman power. That day, Salomon made a lot of money in the boxing gym because those guys bet Steve Rogers to win - they had seen him hit sandbags, and the one who broke one sandbags a day was not ordinary people. In comparison, Salomon, who looked like a spoiled dandy, was much weaker.

Nick Fury was right. Although Steve Rogers was moved by some of the ideas he said, he never agreed with his ideas. In his opinion, he was a soldier fighting for freedom, so Salomon did not spend much time persuading him. Since he was a soldier, not a person like the Supreme Mage who could see the end of time, there was no need to say too much. However, Salomon believed that Nick Fury would not let him go so easily, and many people would come to talk to him next. Agent Colson and Natasha were all possible, the former could be gone, and the latter might knock on the door of the apartment.

The scene may be ugly by then.

As for Tony Stark, he was very supportive of Salomon's idea. He had always wanted to find a way to protect humans in the hands of aliens. The two had no differences on this point, but Stark believed in machines more.

Human experiments are a must-have. The excellent gene editing tool of Desperate Virus is to cut and edit human genes as a whole. Animal genes are not helpful to Maya Hansen's experiments, and they do not have the conditions to cultivate experimental animals with human organs. They have many gene samples of organisms - Thor's, ordinary Asgardian soldiers, the Dark Elf King Malekis (blood taken from armor) and Salomon's own. In addition, there are genetic samples of various magical creatures, which are the initial research materials of Maya Hansen. She wants to figure out whether magic will be reflected in the genetic level.

She and Salomon intend to use desperate viruses to edit certain genes into the experimental body, and then observe the epigenetic characteristics of those gene fragments to determine which gene fragments certain specific talents come from.

This is a very difficult and time-consuming task.

Maya Hansen was very happy that Salomon could put a bigger goal in front of her, but she could not operate the entire laboratory alone. The workload was too great. Even if she had taken the red medicine solution given by Salomon, she would not do it. Even if Salomon promised her eternal life and eternal youthful beauty, she was still a mortal, a mortal with a long lifespan.

"I will find the experiment for you." Salomon sighed.

The reason why he wanted to use criminals who had been identified by human society as experimental materials was because he knew that he did not have the right to judge human beings now. The owners of this power were various human countries and he was unwilling to break the order. Yes, he had seen the atrocities of al-Qaeda supported by the United States, but he never paid attention to it.

It is not because he does not hate those evil deeds beyond human capacity, but because he has no power and he follows the rules.

However, the situation is that he has to seize this power himself, and he has to go to the most chaotic parts of the world to bring the scum of humans that would tuck people into the meat grinder to judge, and the thugs will contribute every inch of their flesh and blood on the operating table to build the foundation for Salomon's ideal.

From there he would find orphans who surrendered to him, bring them back, educate them with whips and books, train them with knives and muskets. Then he would send the qualified ones to the operating table. He would put on armor and equipped them with weapons, and they would stand with him on the battlefield, charge against the enemy of mankind without fear of death, and use his life to fulfill his merciful wish to save the world.

"The question is, can you bear this pain, Maya." Salomon raised his head and looked at his biological consultant. Even if the genetic modification experiment was successful, there were still many problems to be solved. This is different from the desperate virus fighters that Killian recruited from the retired US military. Maya Hansen will live with those children in the Immortal City. She will educate them, and they will respect her and love her like family. Then she will watch with her own eyes the children who cannot pass the modification become deformed and die, and even the children who survived the transformation may die in a certain battle.

This was a very heavy psychological burden for Maya Hansen and Salomon. Salomon was mentally prepared to bear this burden, but he didn't know if Maya Hansen was there. Silence enveloped the entire office, and only a few lights illuminated the two of them in the darkness. Salomon moved his fingers, and the windows of the office opened, and the amazing smell of death that filled the Immortal City, which never stopped after the war ruins awakened Maya Hansen from silence.

"I am not inhumane, on the contrary, I am quite attached to humanity, even if it is an obstacle to grand plans." Salomon stood up from the high-back chair. He did not go to see Maya Hansen's shadow-covered expression. Salomon walked around the table, piled up the parchment scattered on the table and put it aside, and closed the lid of the ceramic ink box.

"I'm sorry to have you dedicated to this cause, Maya." He hugged the biologist's shoulder and patted her on the back. "We will do many unacceptable things, but you have to remember what we are for. I hope you can judge with reason."

"I know." Maya Hansen replied calmly, "I will remember."

Salomon let go of his arms, looking at Maya Hanson's light brown eyes, trying to relax the atmosphere. "I've left you a big golden retriever, and you can give it a name if you have time." He smiled, "If you like, the sheep can stay. But this will make the golden retriever mistakenly think that he is a sheepdog, and you have to be responsible for correcting its wrong ideas."

Maya Hansen laughed suddenly. "ROOT likes the golden retriever raised by the druids." She said, "She also prepared dog snacks for it."

"At least, before that damn machine lets ROOT come back, you have to take care of it. Have you figured out what name it?" Salomon raised his eyebrows. After the server was installed, ROOT was sent out by artificial intelligence to perform tasks. In this regard, the artificial intelligence statement was that because Salomon promised to postpone the body, ROOT had to perform a series of dangerous tasks.

After the restrictions were lifted, the artificial intelligence even complained to Salomon in a very dissatisfied tone.

Salomon didn't know what the task of artificial intelligence was, and he didn't care. It was enough for artificial intelligence to understand that Salomon's threat to it was real. Prophecy spells are not within the scope of logical judgment. It knew that it had to surrender obediently when it encountered magic, because Salomon had roughly determined its hiding place.

"Not yet." Maya Hansen raised his eyebrows, and the cloud covering his face was swept away. "But I have an idea for the time being. But I won't tell you that unless you pay the membership fee for the paid TV channel first, this is my only entertainment."
Chapter completed!