It took two minutes to decide whether to give himself the title of "Philanthropist", then waved his hand and asked the Imperial Guard Zero to shovel the cat litter of Wakanda's little black cat. Salomon felt that he should get off work, and he was excited when he thought of this. The busy season has passed, and everything is going step by step. The production capacity of the Immortal City can barely cope with the current situation. The logistics supply of the Sky and Sea aircraft carriers is not a problem. He just needs to supervise all plans from the side.

"My Lord, do you need to divert your consciousness and return to your body?" asked Zero.

"What stupid words are you saying, my alchemy golem is still in Oxford!" The secret mage blinked playfully, "Anyway, I can't learn anything in school, so I just have a degree. Moreover, the working principle of the alchemy golem is not like this, that is, an automatic robot with some of my personality, operated by my soul. I also need to improve the golem so that the golem can automatically write papers."

"Ms. Miranda Minerva may have objections to your approach, and I don't think your alchemy golem can hide it from her."

"My dear adoptive mother won't mind such a small thing." Salomon seemed to be about to return to his humming and humming with a teacup. No. 0 is used to this kind of thing as his monarch. Even if he was wielding his long sword to kill the enemy in the last second, he could start to say playful words before even the blood on his face was wiped off. Of course, for some people who only understand what Salomon did, he was a thug who trampled on human rights and social order, and there was no trace of respect for life in his eyes.

Specifically, it was a middle-aged and elderly white man with a stubble face who might have participated in the Vietnam War. This is the personality portrait of the CIA intelligence analysts of the sect behind the attack on Langley Air Force Base. It was also with this portrait that the CIA turned its finger on the Vietnam War and Afghan veterans, so it has not been able to search anyone related to the Immortal City. Salomon finally knew where so much of the CIA's funds were spent - the CIA is no longer the CIA during the Cold War. Now the CIA's business capabilities are getting worse and worse. Salomon really did not expect that the intelligence department would also have related households and corruption. This kind of intelligence ability and corruption in the Immortal City will be shot to death without even being required for trial.

The Imperial Guard Zero turned off the floor-to-ceiling window monitor that played the field scenery through the console. The conference room was dim and only the desk lamp in front of Salomon's seat was still on, as if this spacious room had fallen from the surface into the abyss in an instant. Zero pressed another button, and the central air-conditioning system turned off the ventilation ducts of the conference room. The double curtains no longer floated, and the whole room was as quiet as a pale grave.

"If you are idle, can you train my sword skills?" he said, "Your requirement for the Imperial Guard is to be proficient in all kinds of martial arts, and I am still a distance from your request."

"It's not impossible, kid. Take your sword and go to the arena first. I'm going to talk to Sophia. She's becoming more and more like a gangster godfather than a soldier recently."

"You ask her to deal with the war dogs, my lord," said Zero. "It would be better if you recruit South American anti-government forces. Although those people have a very bad war skills, they are full of enthusiasm. The veterans of the American Afghan War are all millennials. I don't expect them to have any enthusiasm for war or ideals. They only want money."

"Is it my fault?" asked the secret wizard with a smile, "How dare you talk to me like this?"

“That’s because you asked me to act as your consultant and point out the problem outright.”

"Good boy, you're doing a good job. I hope you can keep this idea." Salomon nodded with satisfaction. What Zero said does make sense. He did want to find some well-trained soldiers, but the current situation does not allow him to do so at all. Although the anti-government forces in South America are very enthusiastic, most of them are supported by the United States, and the government forces are anti-government forces separated from the control of the United States. They fight around and fight in an agent war for resources. However, Zero's reminder still reminds him of someone, and he decided to call an old friend he had not met for a long time.

"Let's wait first, I'll come in ten minutes. But then we'll add five automatic machine gun salt projectiles to shoot."

"I think you are too slight and plan to take revenge on your own." Zero also laughed, and then he was slapped by Salomon in the head. Salomon spent a lot of precious materials on him. The genetic alchemy performed was powerful enough, and he also added a mysterious genome from Salomon that was carefully adjusted by the biological laboratory. This made Zero, who was originally an ordinary person, carry some Salomon's power, and his physical combat ability and information processing ability were significantly improved. Training such as avoiding the crossfire power of five machine guns was just a bit difficult for him.

The bulletproof door of the conference room slowly closed, isolating the figure of the Imperial Guard Zero. The resentful eyes of the sisters armed personnel in charge of security flashed. Salomon manipulated the information processing system of the holographic projection desktop and called out a person's communication method. He believed that he could use this method to contact that person.

"Good morning, Agent Colson, I hope you have dealt with the issue about the Inhuman race." The secret mage sent a brisk greeting to the other end of the phone, "I'll come to you for someone."

Agent Colson was full of surprise.

He originally thought that after the Inhuman incident, Salomon would not contact his team anymore.

"What's so surprising about this? The adult world is not a quarrel between kindergarten children, everything needs to be discussed." The Secret Mage's video call did not reveal any environmental information, but Colson's was different. It can be seen that the environment where Agent Colson is located has plenty of sunshine. Combined with the intelligence obtained by Salomon from the CIA and the Immortal City Intelligence Department, Colson's team seemed to have re-moved under the name of S.H.E.L.D.

"I think... Skye may not agree. Oh, now she's called Daisy." Agent Colson's head-up marks were still as much as ever. His smile was as calm as ever, except for what was hanging around his neck.

"I have to say that when I see your hairline, I know what kind of world it is." The Secret Mage raised his chin with a serious expression, "What's going on with your arm?"

"Oh! Some safety accidents happened when I came into contact with Terrigan Crystal." Agent Colson showed his arm in front of the camera, and he pretended to be relaxed, "Mike's axe is very sharp and does not hurt at all. Fitz planned to help me create a robotic arm, which he thought would be better than the original hand-crank. I have to say that your contact is very timely and I'm busy."

"You are too blatant. S.H.E.L.D. has not completely eliminated the shadow of Hydra. At least before this Avengers operation, if you stand up and claim to be S.H.E.L.D. is equivalent to claiming to be Hydra. I can help you delay it with the military, Colson. As a condition, I need to get a position of someone. That is your old lover, Peruvian government officer Camila [see S.H.E.L.D. Season 1 Episode 2 for details]."

"No, it's not this, Salomon. I'll find a way to deal with the Ministry of Defense." Colson shook his head, "I have another thing that needs your help. Or, your portal."
Chapter completed!