Salomon believes that Natasha Romanov's genetic information has great potential, so he made such a promise. In his future arrangements, assassinators with some of the Romanov agents will become his shadow. Although he plans to include the course of assassination and stealth in his future Guards during training, compared with professional assassination forces, his Guards' duty is to protect him and fight alongside him on the frontal battlefield rather than to achieve certain goals through assassination.

Therefore, Salomon needs to combine genetic engineering and alien technology to cultivate a dagger in the shadow. This dagger will stab the enemy's heart in an invisible place, save time and cost, and achieve some purpose that cannot be placed on the surface at the lowest cost. When Salomon informed her part of the truth, Natasha Romanov's face became ugly. She believed that Salomon wanted to realize her wish through cloning, but what she wanted was to nurture a life herself, rather than using a training cabin instead. Using a training cabin was not considered fulfilling her wish.

Salomon, who foresaw this kind of thing, had already taken her away from the Bodley Library.

"You can vent your emotions." He said, "I can only tell you that this is the least expensive method. Whether using magic or technological means, you have to go through many surgeries to restore your organs. It is a very painful process. Natasha, in vitro cultivation is the easiest and easiest method. Even nurturing you and then transfer your soul to your new body..."

The last method mentioned by Salomon made Agent Romanov hesitate for a moment.

"New body? Intact body?"

"Yes." The Secret Mage nodded, "If magic is used, this technology is not very difficult for the current Immortal City. All your experience and memories will be preserved. In any sense, that you are also you, and you are just changing your past body."

"It sounds beautiful, so what price should I pay?" The female spy narrowed her eyes, "What you want is not something like me going to bed with you, right? I know that the book list you had when you were in Eton School, which contained the book "The Selfish Genes"."

"Do you remember those girls from Sisters?"

"Of course, you did a good job in that." Natasha nodded, "I promised to go and see them, although I haven't been there for a long time. Take me to apologize to them, and you know how busy the Avengers are now..."

"I have other children here." Salomon paused, as if he wanted to express his next meaning in the right words. "They are all orphans of war in Syria. I sent my sisters to recycle them one by one on the battlefield. Don't ask me why I went to Syria, I won't tell you." Strangely, Natasha Romanov cast a positive look at him. Salomon, who noticed something, suddenly felt that it was difficult to say the following words.

"I want to ask you to help me train them."

Natasha nodded and said with a smile, "Like those girls from the Sisters? No problem, you did a good thing, Salomon."

Salomon stared at her gray-blue eyes and remained silent. The smile on the female spy's face disappeared.

"Isn't it?" An unknown premonition appeared in her heart, "Can you say..."

"Yes, the training of the Red House." He said in a deep voice, "but it is a thousand times more cruel."

"F*ck You! Salomon!" Natasha Romanov jumped up like a furry cat. This was the first time Salomon saw her out of control, but it was expected. "Don't even think about it!" She hissed, completely ignoring the eyes of passers-by. The wave of uneasy and anger caused huge waves in her heart, leaving no room for shame. "I absolutely cannot agree! You dream!"

Strangely, those pedestrians who had originally wanted to come and find out the truth turned around and walked away after the Salomon sprinkled some unknown powder, as if they suddenly remembered something important.

"Where is your humanity, Salomon? Do you want to copy the tragedy in me to others?" Natasha Romanov asked angrily, "Did you collect those war orphans to use them as tools?"

"Yes. Everyone has to sacrifice themselves for the future, including me."

Salomon was silent for a while and gave a positive answer. His answer was like an ice cone, piercing Natasha Romanov's heart and pulling her out of the huge wave of anger.

"In the future, the existence of human affairs faces great challenges, but even death cannot stop Kamataj from maintaining human affairs, including me." His eyes were clear, and Agent Romanov subconsciously judged that he did not lie, "We have not much time left, Natasha, all humanitarian care seems insignificant in the face of such difficulties. Although I am not a utilitarian, utilitarianism is the most realistic choice. I know this is not a reason to sacrifice a few people, but I cannot turn a blind eye to the means to save most people - perhaps for a long time after the disaster, people will feel that it is right to sacrifice a few people to save most people. But in the current environment, human beings will tend to be sentimental and trapped in moral dilemmas."

"What did you see? When did you see?" Agent Romanov remembered Salomon's prophecy. She suspected that Salomon knew something at a very young age, and it can be seen from his establishment of the Immortal City that he had been preparing for it for so many years. "Ten years old? Fifteen years old? Tell me, Salomon."

"From birth," he said in a deep voice, "there is more than one disaster. I guarantee the timeline is stable, in order to reduce variables in the face of that disaster and find opportunities for the final victory."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! The female spy's anger dissipated, leaving only a light ashes. She suddenly felt a little pitiful to the big boy in front of her.

He was like an insect trapped in the amber of fate, repeatedly struggling with uselessness, trying to break free from the gradually solidified pine resin, and trying to escape some inevitable ending. He saw too far, and few people could understand him. People could only misinterpret his thoughts through the back he left behind, and could not understand the distant cry for help he made. This was undoubtedly a tragedy.

"No, that's my answer." She sighed, then took the hand of the secret mage and said in a affirmative tone, "But you can tell me about this, we can solve it together, we have the Avengers. If you foresee a disaster for all mankind, then we must not stand by. Although Stark will laugh at you, he will definitely come up with a way to solve this problem, and so will Rogers. The Avengers are a big family, and you should join us, Salomon."

"Fate is an elusive thing, Natasha." Salomon pulled his hand back and said quietly, "I have been mentally prepared for this, and I am not so vulnerable to comfort me. I will not tell any information that irrelevant people should not know, nor will I place the hope of victory in the hands of a small number of people. That is a disaster that all mankind must face, but it cannot be solved by a few people and the existing technological level. This is not arrogant, but I have indeed found a solution to the problem. The reason why I need your genetic information is to reduce casualties on the basis of victory. So, is this your answer?"
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