Nick Frey didn't need to worry that Salomon would stand up and use his Messiah to gain support from the Jewish chaebols. Many of the tasks performed by the intelligence departments under Salomon were not perfect. After finding some clues, the former director of SHIELD naturally inferred Salomon's real purpose, which led to Nick Frey having to use his unknown bottom-up methods to wipe the intelligence departments of the Immortal City and erase the traces on the intelligence level. "He threatened me that if I don't give in, he would disclose his Messiah identity and run to Jesus Salem to use magic as a miracle!" Nick Frey slapped the table angrily. He slapped his palms red and could not vent his anger. "I was actually deceived by such clumsy means! What did that little bastard say, did you get his answer?"

"Aren't you worried that he will go back on his word?"

"Although Salomon's methods are cruel, I believe in his promise. Who else can I believe? I believe Salomon because he and I are the same person, and his methods are more smart. He is not on the surface. He has penetrated into those people. Countless foundations and international organizations have his layout. He has joined some secret societies. Even I can't guess how he joined the consortium family and why his power is so rapid." Nick Fury sighed, "I never underestimated Salomon's determination and cruelty. Those people will definitely not think of anyone who betrays their own class and wealth. The topic is too far-reaching. What I need to care about now is what is in front of me. Although I only have one eye left, I see it more clearly than ever. Salomon will never kill them, otherwise they would have died long ago. What I need to know is when will he put them back?"

"Soon." Agent Natasha Romanov looked very capable in a delicate black office suit.

She sat behind her desk, her legs raised to the table, with a happy expression, as if her hoarse throat did not cause any trouble or discomfort to her. "It is said that they are now fighting the Albanian human trafficking organization in Eastern Europe. Following that clue, they should go to France tomorrow. In a few days, the Punishment Sky Carrier will arrive in Washington." She said happily, "Maybe the time will be ahead of time, because I gave him that information."

"I thought the job of a spy was to obtain intelligence, not to send it out. Your behavior made it difficult for me to predict the next trajectory of the Punishment. I also lost the coordinates of the other two sky aircraft carriers, and the satellites could not search for their traces, which made it very difficult for intelligence work." Nick Fury stared at Agent Romanov with one eye, trying to calm his anger and said in a dry tone, "I thought you would not be mixed with personal feelings when performing your mission."

"It's true, but I'm no longer a spy, don't you remember?" Agent Romanov raised his eyebrows. "Only spies need to trade their bodies for intelligence. Salomon and I are mutually beneficial, and pleasing each other, at least he admits this."

She recalled the joy that Salomon brought to herself.

Salomon looked in through the frosted glass in the bathroom, and the white lights reflected a vague flesh-colored figure and the gentle sound of water. "Steve Rogers was thinking, and I threw him an extremely complex and grand proposition. This question laid the groundwork since I first met him, but I didn't expect that there would be such a good opportunity to dig out this problem again and create such a deep impression."

"Rogers is not yet adapted to the modern environment, and he can't answer the proposition you thrown out!" Natasha Romanov opened the frosted glass door in the bathroom. She raised her chin and walked out with a hot, foggy white water vapor. She wrapped her long wet orange hair with a white towel, and there was no trace of it. She bent down in front of the dressing mirror, and the water droplets slid along her back to her buttocks, drawing a crystal clear wet mark, and finally dripped from between her legs. Salomon licked his dry lips and withdrew his gaze that followed the water droplets.

His behavior made Agent Romanov laugh.

"Don't you dare to face our extramarital relationship, little boy?"

"Talk the serious business, Natasha."

"Well, back to Steve. As far as I know, the education he received was standard happy education. At that time, children from poor American families could only take that kind of course. Not everyone could receive the same education as you, and that would be too expensive. Your uniform would cost nearly $1,000. Even the middle class in the United States would find it difficult to afford your tuition and living expenses. Generally, they need to apply for a student loan. Higher education is full of the smell of money and power. Tony Stark's undergraduate tuition is much higher than that of Oxford, and there is also a compensation for trouble and trouble..."

"Put on your clothes quickly. If you catch a cold, I will cast another spell." Salomon lowered his head and looked at his phone, as if he was not interested in Agent Natasha Romanov's figure at all.

"Don't you like it? You didn't act like that just now." Agent Romanov raised his eyebrows and looked at the secret wizard in the mirror. "I remember you once said that you like women with abdominal muscles. Don't you know that the nose of the lying person will grow longer?"

"I was still a minor at that time. I said this to avoid you committing a serious crime. It was a lie of kindness." Salomon finally raised his head. He stretched out his finger and gestured in front of him, and then said in Russian, "I promise you with my years of painting experience that Natalia Romanova, even on canvas, is perfect. Personal preferences do not represent my aesthetic ability. I will draw you a picture, the kind that is not worn in clothes."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "When did you learn to speak Russian?"

"At about ten years old, there were so many magics on the land of Siberia that I had to learn and understand."

"Damn, I haven't heard of this." The female agent cursed secretly. She tried to use other topics to turn defense into offense. "You have learned Russian politeness and say hello when you engage in natural conception. Even if you don't get pregnant, I don't completely oppose you cloning. Instead, your behavior shows that you insist on or even be keen on tradition. I think I can analyze many unknown situations from your behavior. Do you want me to guess?"

"No guessing, I can tell you." The Secret Master narrowed his eyes. "I was created, so it is difficult for the genes of ordinary human women to combine with my genes. Even if I repair your uterus, you cannot get pregnant. But I think it is better to say hello in advance. If you don't like it, I can't say anything."

"I don't mind, good boy. As long as you stop watching 4chan's stupid jokes, just remove the kiss marks and fingerprints on my neck. I am an agent, and I don't want people to see my behavior pattern." Agent Romanov straightened his waist from the mirror. She looked a little angry, using this intense emotion to cover up the shock caused by the heavy message bomb thrown by Salomon. "If I knew you were rude, I wouldn't let you do this! Are you and your witch girlfriend usually doing this? Resolve this matter quickly, and we'll talk about Tony Stark's problem!"

"As for orders, ma'am."

"Where is Stark?" Nick Fury's voice pulled her back to reality, but the flames ignited in her heart kept urging her to meet the secret mage again.

"He will come back with Steve Rogers," Agent Romanov tried to keep his peace, "to avoid trouble, the Secret Mage will send everyone to the top of the Stark Industrial Building. They were not abused, which was a guarantee from Salomon. He told me that unnecessary casualties did not occur."

"Didn't you notice his strange grammar? As far as I know, every magician is a linguistic expert, what do you think his subtext is?"
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