After Salomon got up from the sofa, he picked up his phone and sent a text message.

Natasha Romanov carefully hid in the corner of the streets and leaned against the yellow walls. He took out his cell phone from the black burqa that wrapped his body and looked at it. Then he couldn't help but hold his phone tightly and cursed in a low voice. She knew that Salomon could not stay idle, and she didn't know anything about the Skuru settlement. Now the reason why Salomon told her about this was nothing more than asking her to collect information about the attack in the Avengers, and how would the Avengers react to it.

Not to mention how much shock this explosive information would bring to her. She had little chance to track the Winter Warriors between missions and had no time to complete the task. She first poked her head out of the shadow and confirmed that her tracking target was still at the stall. Then she lowered her head and started replying. "Let Wanda, complete, this, mission." She sent the message word by word, "She can, do it."

Salomon's reply was quick, with a total of six text messages, and the words popped out one by one.

“Wanda has a job to do.”

"Fuck you, Salomon!" Natasha cursed in a low voice, and then three more words popped up on the screen.

“You are wele.”

She looked up and saw the camera installed at the door of the house opposite. She looked at the phone made by the Immortal City again and sighed. Natasha Romanov called, "Fuck you, Salomon! You actually monitored me!"

“Since the Skuru people officially became a threat, this has become a standard regulation.”

"What is Wanda doing? I don't think you're going to let her run around, she's your apprentice."

She stretched out her hand and signaled her informant to continue to follow up.

She spent a lot of money to instigate a confidant around a target. If the tracking mission failed, not only would it waste a lot of money, but the opportunity to track down the Winter Warriors again would also slip through her fingers.

"Sorry, keep the information confidential." Salomon felt his spine sinking into the soft backrest of the sofa.

The laptop in front of him not only contains Natasha Romanov's current location information and surveillance images, but also a research report on the expressions of the psychoanalysts of the Immortal City on the Skuru prisoners. He handled these two pieces of information at the same time and seemed at ease.

"You can't know what you shouldn't know." He pressed the mute key and switched to another communication channel. "Very good, Ms. Jones, we need to tell if the Skuru people can still lie after injecting the interrogation agent. You have the authority to retrieve facial videos during cross-trials, a software engineer and a test report on the physical tolerance of the Skuru people."

The so-called interrogation potion is not a rare thing. That kind of thing will also be used in the academy tests of Immortal City. However, the dosage will undoubtedly be much less than the real torture interrogation. After all, Salomon does not want the students he has worked hard to become fools.

The psychoanalyst is a young blonde woman with a proud and cruel expression. If Diana Lister heard her voice, she might be able to recognize her, and she would have taken her to the interrogation room from the time she wore black armor bulletproof armor.

The Immortal City recruited her from the captured CIA Middle East agents. Through captives, tortures and rebellion, coupled with Ms. Jones's own mental illness and the Immortal City promised her to conduct the mental experiment, which made her accept the takeover of the Imperial Guard and become a member of the Black Armor interrogator. Some experiments, even the CIA, would not allow her agents to be blatantly carried out, but the Immortal City had such conditions and knowledge. The agents got an application for her, and Ms. Jones wanted to treat herself, and all this happened naturally - she not only had experience in military service, but also had no family. She had been shown to die in battle on the CIA list, which means that no one would come to her trouble. It can be said that she was a perfect full-time agent.

"Is Wanda's mission really so dangerous?" asked Natasha Romanov. "What other major threat did you find?"

"I believe she can handle it. She has been trained professionally. I mean, my training." He pressed the button, "Ms. Jones, I need to receive your experimental report in four days. Time is urgent. Thank you for your efforts, otherwise we can't ask so much information from the Skuru people."

"My honor, my lord." Ms. Jones nodded and closed the video call. She did not know what Salomon looked like. The video call with her was a virtual 2D image generated through motion capture. Simply put, even if the Immortal City staff with insufficient level had the opportunity to have a video call with Salomon, they could not see him directly. They could only see a leather case on the public route.

"But I can't act immediately after receiving explosive intelligence, Salomon." Natasha Romanov frowned and narrowed his eyes to avoid sudden wind and sand damage to the eyeballs, "You attacked the air base, do you know what your actions mean?"

"Yes, I attacked the US air base, what does that matter? Not only do I have a lot of nuclear weapons, but I also have a delivery system that the United States cannot intercept. Do you think if I stand up and drop a large-equivalent hydrogen bomb at Washington, will other countries in the world call me the 'main force for maintaining world peace' and 'partners in exploring outer space'?" Salomon was disdainful, "You have 48 hours left, and the plane will take off in 48 hours. If you want to completely solve the problem, you still have the power to use a missile."

"I'm not crazy enough to bomb civilians!" She lowered the volume very restrainedly. The surrounding environment was not friendly, especially for English speakers. Although she didn't like to kill innocent people indiscriminately, she still couldn't avoid being troubled.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I don't have it either, so what are you waiting for?" Salomon hung up the phone, leaving no chance to refute. He shrugged at the witch, "It's just work, it's no big deal." He took the nail polish very skillfully and began to apply Joan of Arc's nails. This has been his responsibility since he started learning oil painting. The nail polishes of Joan of Arc and Bernita were also chosen by him, otherwise Joan of Arc's nail polishes would always be dark red, and Bernita's would always be black.

"When the work is over, we can have dinner when Joan of Arc's nail polish is dry."

"You promised that you won't bring your work to your home." The witch stood on the sofa, looking down at Salomon's head with a condescending voice. Although her tone was not good, Beyonetta was not too angry, because in the past, she had been staying at home more and more. Sometimes, the official business of the Immortal City directly sent an alchemy golem to complete it, and she lay in the bedroom and spent the whole day with her.

"Not next time, I promise." The secret mage surrendered without surprise and began to change the subject. "Wanda's mission is about to be completed. Do I need me to pick her up at home for dinner?"

"Now? Is the Ghost Rider so easy to deal with?"

"I could beat that skeleton before I even became an adult, and Wanda must be able to do it."
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