Just like before, Salomon denied all kinds of psychological problems, and ROOT did not persist. For her, completing the tasks given by artificial intelligence is the most important thing. The Immortal City is just a stop before she completes the task. When she completes the work here, artificial intelligence will provide her with a fake identity and money that can maintain her identity, so that she can walk freely in secular society.

This part of the content is not necessary for Salomon to worry about. In a world where everything is connected to the Internet, as long as it is related to human society, that machine can do it.

Maya Hansen welcomed the arrival of ROOT with great joy. She had been looking forward to her new colleagues for a long time. But Salomon privately reminded her to be careful of this woman. "ROOT is a real madman." Salomon pointed to the room behind her, "Remember that holographic projection? She used that thing as an altar and was talking to God now. She is a martyr and a crazy believer. Such people are irrational. When ROOT is here, I won't let those druids appear. Remember to call them and give them a few days off. I gave them a large salary, and the poor children can get things that they could not get in the past."

Miss Maya Hansen shook her head and said indifferently, "That artificial intelligence is indeed no different from God. Isn't Cyber ​​God and Cyber ​​Mentality the best match?"

"Remember not to take someone to my study," Salomon said. "You can only enter the room, do you remember?"

"You're so long-winded, that's my room."

"Well, I have a report here." Salomon lowered his head and pulled out a crumpled document from the dimensional bag. The brown kraft paper wrapped in A4 paper, and the black logo of SHIELD was printed on the front. "Confidential, confidential, confidential, important things three times." He turned one of the pages, "This is information about the Centipede Warrior. The so-called Centipede Warrior is to mix and inject the failed version of your desperate virus, Zitari alien metal and the super soldier serum separated from Steve Rogers and inject it into the human body. This document was quietly given to me by Agent Colson..."

"Are you sure? I just sound like the injector will explode in the next second!" Maya Hansen snatched the document and looked carefully. Her eyes were about to be stuck to the paper.

"Do they think my desperate virus is a toy? The real ability of the desperate virus lies in rewriting genetic material. If it weren't for this ability, I wouldn't take over your job! Do you know what price I paid to stabilize the desperate virus..."

"Ah, sleep with Stark."

"Stop mentioning this, you don't know how embarrassed I am." She said while looking at the documents, "I didn't expect that the super soldier serum and the desperate virus would achieve good results after mixing it. The desperate virus can lower the receptor threshold of the super soldier, but the stability is even worse. As for the zitari metal, I didn't expect that it would be useful. If those centipede warriors did not explode, it means that someone's experiment on this has enhanced the stability of the desperate virus. Hey! Look at this data!"

She shouted and pointed at the chart on the file, and her fingers hurriedly slashed around the dense lines of text description and winding lines. Salomon saw her fingernails leaving a series of depressions on the A4 paper surface, like scratches left by a cat on the sofa. "This is not my experimental data. Someone has used a different method to stabilize the desperate virus!"

"They used the serum of a flame superpower." Salomon shrugged, "The best solution given by nature."

"Shit! I haven't done it for thirteen years! They actually achieved it with a superpower! It's so fucking shit!" Maya Hanson couldn't accept this fact. She waved the document angrily, causing a rush of wind in the corridor. Her expression was even more terrifying. If the researchers who solved this problem stood in front of her, Salomon had no doubt that she would bite it. "Fuck! They used my work and gave an answer that they didn't know! They just cultivated specific substances, but they didn't know why that substance could stabilize the desperate virus! This was an insult to me, an insult to the scientific spirit! Those researchers were waste!"

“Maya…”

"If you let me use the fire-resistant cells and desperate viruses of hell creatures..."

"Maya, I said, what I want is not that low-level product. Your desperate virus has a strong ability and is also very important. But in this plan, the desperate virus is just a tool, a tool to rewrite DNA, and a tool to accurately set the cultivation of artificial organs. Our enemies are not humans, remember? Heaven, hell, all creatures in the outer dimensions and black magic creatures are our enemies. We want those warriors to have power beyond humans, and we want to crush human enemies with those warriors."

"Okay, OK, I understand what you mean. I'm just angry that someone is using desperate virus randomly." Maya Hansen seemed to calm down. She took the document on Salomon's chest. "The reduction drug requested by Agent Colson does not exist. Do you understand? When the desperate virus is injected, the DNA of the experimental subject will be tampered with. Unless I have the original DNA sample of the experimental subject and then knocked out one base after another, it would be impossible to obtain the antidote - this kind of workload is very large and I don't have time. If I inject it casually, the biggest possibility is that all people who are injected with the antidote will suffer from acquired Down syndrome."

"I just ask casually, don't take it to heart. Let Agent Colson worry himself, and I will tell him there is no antidote." Salomon smiled, "You'll have a vacation today and accompany ROOT to buy some clothes you like. You know my bank card password, which is the one I put in the drawer."

Maya Hansen breathed a long sigh of relief, and she asked, "What about you?"

"Me?" Salomon took out the schedule from the dimensional bag and looked at the gift that Beyonetta gave him. "After about three minutes, I will learn today's new magic. Today I'm arranged for energy-shaping spells, and also review yesterday's necromantic spells. Oh, after Nick Fury's death row prisoner is sent, you can start the experiment, and I can use the part of the materials that failed the experiment as research materials for necromantics. The rot sac spell that I have been thinking about for a long time can finally start learning."

"What's that?"

"Plague. Plague has always been one of the ultimate means of necromancer. The spells about plague can be learned from the very beginning when they are exposed to necromancer. Remember I told you that the essence of necromancer is to exercise positive and negative energy spells? Kama Taj's secret mages are all people with extremely high affinity with positive and negative energy, so they are also attracted by the dark dimensions, hell and abyss, and become dark wizards who exercise necromancers. But this necromancer is different. The power of filth is the core idea of ​​this school of necromancer."

Speaking of this, Salomon couldn't help but curl his lips. He said, "Of course, not many people learn this knowledge. After all, necromancer is so difficult, so smelly, not likable, and even digging corpses everywhere. If I am not a young man from the dark punk, few people would learn the magic of this school. However, if I make any progress in necromancer, I might be able to help you."
Chapter completed!