"Mr. Damonnet, you shouldn't be here." When Finch returned to the abandoned library with a cup of green tea, he was startled by the secret wizard standing in front of the iron gate. The bear who was supposed to be guarding the house was now lying at Salomon's feet and acting cute. This is not a good phenomenon. This not only means that Finch's stronghold was exposed to "unrelated personnel", but also means that he and Mr. Riser could not stop him from doing anything Salomon wanted to do.

Salomon, who was discovered on the spot, greeted Mr. Finch slowly. Although it seemed that Salomon was sharing candy with ROOT now, Harold Finch did not know what they had talked about before. Considering that Salomon revealed his partnership with the machine, ROOT, who was imprisoned in this quiet room full of interference signals, was most likely to have received new instructions from the machine.

"Where is Samen Shaw?" Salomon pulled his hand out of the metal stretching door, bent down and poked the bear's head carefully. Instead of revealing his true purpose, he talked about a less important topic.

"Don't worry, this is just a home visit, but it's just a little hard to find here." Salomon smiled and took out a few glass jars from his bag and stuffed them into the hand of Mr. Finch, who was a little overwhelmed and a little alert. "This is a gift for you. My new pot of beef gravy that I cooked for four days is very rich. This is only available in a Michelin restaurant. This is the beef gravy of red wine, this is the beef gravy of black pepper, this is the original sauce, which can be paired with a simple Tomahawk steak or a filbert that requires careful cooking."

After stuffing the sealed glass jar to Finch, Salomon took out another bottle of red wine.

"I'm sorry, it was a very rude behavior before visiting. This is a gift for you." Salomon nodded slightly and apologized to Mr. Finch. The overly polite atmosphere made Mr. Finch bow his head subconsciously and bow. When he stood up, he forgot to worry about the question of "What did Salomon communicate with ROOT?"

"Romaniconti." Mr. Finch took the wine with his spare hand. He looked at the label and the vintage and roughly judged the value of the bottle. "This is a very valuable gift, Mr. Damonnet."

"But it's nothing to you and me." The 60,000-dollar red wine was delivered in the blink of an eye, which was really nothing to the secret wizard. The collection value of this level of red wine is far higher than the taste value, and the US dollar is just a piece of paper for him. In addition to the necessary scientific research equipment that needs to be purchased in US dollars, the rest are all spent.

For this reason, he specially contacted a wine supplier to sign a contract to supply various categories of advanced red wines for a long time as employee benefits in the Immortal City.

Italian Conte Red Wine is one of the main red wine brands. The supplier also gave Salomon a bottle of 2012 red wine worth $4,600 as a gift. The bottle of Conte Red Wine in Fincher was from 1995, and it is a rare collection for people with sufficient wine knowledge.

ROOT stood in front of the metal retractable door and watched the nerdy conversation between Mr. Finch and Salomon. She smiled and stuffed rainbow candy into her mouth, and poked her hand out for a few candies for the bear.

Salomon did tell her something and gave her something. This is a transaction between artificial intelligence and Salomon. As a top hacker and executor of artificial intelligence, ROOT has the same position as Salomon - even as long as the commands of that machine are commanded, ROOT will execute without hesitation.

No matter why or the result.

Such a good tool, Salomon must strengthen her survivability. The circular amulet hanging around her neck was carved by Salomon using a copper shell of a explosive arrow bullet. This amulet contains the prayer of Triple Leaf Crust and Weishandi. When ROOT faces gun shooting, he gets 5 lucky value - this also means that within a range of about ten meters, ROOT also has the opportunity to avoid the bullets fired from the opposite side.

"Oh, by the way." After a complicated and polite nonsense, Salomon remembered what to say. "If you meet Samen Shaw, please remember to say hello to me." He said, "My girlfriend wants to hold a wine tasting at home, private, and not many people come. Shaw is one of the few friends of Beyonetta, and I really hope she will be there."

These are all excuses. What he was going to do was done, and when he said goodbye, ROOT also waved to him behind the door with a smile. When Finch came to his senses, he found that Salomon had crossed the portal and disappeared without a trace.

"I want to have New Yorker steak today, Harold." ROOT said with a smile, "just use the sauce that our good neighbors bring."

"Of course," said Finch, "but I ask you to tell me what the hell Salomon has told you."

"Inquiring about the privacy of a lady is not a gentleman." ROOT mocked the conversation between Salomon and Finch not long ago.

"You are not a lady, ROOT. Ladies will not kill people."

"But you are a gentleman." ROOT smiled sly, making Finch almost unable to refute, "Hurry up, I'm already hungry."

"Wang!" Xiaoxiong stood up and agreed with ROOT's statement.

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"You are not Salomon, it is impossible for Salomon to be so polite! Salomon! What did you do to Salomon!" Nick Fury beat his chest and stamped his feet, looking very angry and regretful. Salomon, who was sitting opposite him, rolled his eyes wide and pretended to leave here.

He gave Nick Fury a farewell gift, and gave him a grade-level red wine to Finch. When Nick Fury knew the value of this bottle of red wine, Salomon knew that this guy must have embezzled public funds a lot. Sixty thousand dollars a bottle of wine said it was not much or less, and it happened to be stuck between the middle class who gritted his teeth and the real bourgeois rich man who had to pay the mortgage on his mortgage. If Nick Fury had not embezzled public funds, he would definitely not be able to afford this kind of wine.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Wait, wait." Nick Fury called Salomon. He did not intend to mention the Asgardians, nor did he intend to mention Salomon's super soldier plan. He had arranged for people to do this, and the investigation results would naturally appear on his desk. "Do you have something to ask me?" He said while receiving the red wine on the desk to the drawer, "This is not considered accepting bribes, it is just a gift between friends."

"Well, I want to ask you for a place." Salomon sat back on the chair. S.H.E.L.D. is almost done, so before S.H.E.L.D. is finished, Salomon doesn't mind using the influence of this organization to help him do something.

"You know, I will manage a large organization, and I chose physics..."

Nick Fury nodded, he probably understood what Salomon meant, "You want to learn how to manage and run a large organization, right?"

"It's not exactly that." Salomon shook his head. "I have sufficient staff as the head of the organization to manage it, but I don't know what will happen in a tightly-framed organization."

“That is, you want to learn how to administer,” Nick Fury asked, “You want to work in the U.S. government?”

"Not exactly." Salomon said, "the organization in the US government is too magical and rough, like a building block built by a savage. The elected officials are unidentified, untrained, stupid and blind, and they are stupid after accepting bribes. Working under such a man is like entering a pigpen full of dirty piglets."

Nick Fury looked at Salomon's straight black striped suit, the ironed shirt collar and the blue handkerchief stuffed in his pocket, and he had a bad feeling in his heart.

"I want you to help me get a civil servant intern in the Whitehall," Salomon said with a smile. "I want to learn from the cabinet secretary how to manipulate conspiracies, shirk responsibility, embezzle bribery and incite raids."
Chapter completed!