Chapter 944 Hydroponic Farm (Second Update)

"Sweet morning, huh? You carry breakfast to the witch's bedside and wake her up gently, gently——"

"Stop it, Stephanie."

"——You might have a hard time after breakfast, and I will have to wipe your apprentice's butt on the private plane. Bribery is not the most difficult part. The congressman is not only stupid enough but also easy to bribe. But such people are very prone to scandals. I immediately started cleaning the transaction records after the transaction. After I arrived at the hotel, I even made another transaction with Citibank. Do you know what a night without sleep will do to your skin? "

Stephanie began to change in front of Salomon. The two sorority androids have put on pencil skirts or women's suits and are ready to follow Stephanie into the White House. "What are you doing in Washington? If you want to find someone to fight, you can just go to a bar. There will definitely be some." Plenty of assholes to let you blow off some steam without having to feel guilty about hitting on the weaklings. Go get some drugs and fuck them and leave me alone."

"I've brought you a potion, the First Honey Flower. It's guaranteed to give you a lot of energy, a thousand times better than those crappy energy drinks, and may even make you live to be two hundred years old. Honey, can you help us? Can you pour two glasses of brandy? I think this potion will be easier to swallow if there is a glass of wine." Salomon took the glass handed by the android and thanked him, then poured the potion into Stephanie's cup. in that glass of wine.

After getting dressed, the daughter of Hydra walked over expressionlessly and took the glass of wine from the hands of the mystic who had been waiting for a long time. She did it on purpose, Salomon was sure she made him wait so long on purpose just to punish him. But Salomon just thought this behavior was cute. "I just came to Washington because I had a meeting today," he said. "I didn't even know you were coming to Washington until you came to the apartment last night."

She looked at him deeply, a little surprised that she didn't know Salomon's schedule for today. However, she was used to Salomon's method of keeping little secrets, so she had no intention of exploring further. As he always said, the right person knew the right thing, and if Salomon thought she needed to know, she would tell her.

"So are we going back to the Eternal City together?" Stephanie took a sip of the brandy mixed with the potion, and then raised her eyebrows in surprise. She found that the potion and the brandy tasted surprisingly good. I'm afraid this is not a coincidence. There are not many people in this world who care about the taste of alchemical potions. Considering that there are even fewer people who use alchemical potions to mix drinks, Salomon is one of them. She had heard a lot of complaints about Salomon when she was doing research at Kama Taj. Many of those mystics were used by Salomon to test the taste of potions.

"Wow, it doesn't smell like boogers! I remember that the recovery potion you gave Modo once was smelling like boogers, and he almost exploded when he mentioned it. All in all, I should be able to end the meeting at three in the afternoon, and then Find out if that Saudi Arabian prince is a Skrull. Leave the rest to the Assassins and Interrogators, our work is done."

"No problem, my meeting will be over by one o'clock in the afternoon."

"Wait a minute." Stephanie stopped the mystic who had just opened the door to the guest room. "Your robe is not suitable for meetings at all. Here are your custom-made suits. Put them on and look handsome. Don't embarrass me."

"No need for this, my meeting is in a bar instead of the White House. There are only drug addicts, drunkards, pedophiles, racists and other bastards... Shit, it seems that it is no different from the White House. You are right, I’d better put on a suit.”

Victor von Doom continued to sneer to show his disdain for Salomon's choice of clothing, "You came to this bar wearing a custom suit. Do you think this is a gathering of politicians?"

"Aren't you also wearing the mask I provided?" The Mystic Mage felt as if his olfactory receptors were being surrounded by endless cigarette smoke. Even so, he smelled urine under the bar. "And we are going to a high-end event to steal things. You can only be used as a cleaner in this outfit. Don't worry, I will take care of where money is needed. I have invitations."

"Is this some kind of joke that I don't understand?" Victor von Doom put down his glass with a gloomy expression. "We're going to the CIA Deputy Director's house party, and we only have one chance to find that document. I have to find out what the Americans did to my country, you understand? I've already investigated it, and that bastard got a piece of it. He took away the hard-earned money of my people. I want him to pay the price and hang everyone in the profit chain, not even a dog will be spared - when my people are starving, those The pet dog is actually eating beef with snowflakes. Wait, you are not going to ask him to be handed over to American law like those idiots, are you?"

"The law protects the weak, and that's not him, not even those dogs."

"Good, I knew you weren't stupid. Let's have one last glass of wine and then get started. Have fun working together."

"Uh-huh, no magic allowed. You're a defector, remember?"

"I don't need it," Victor von Doom said coldly. Although Salomon convinced him to show him the Eternal City, Victor von Doom still needed to confirm that Salomon really wanted to carry out this enterprise. He needs to see that Salomon's Eternal City will actually help his country develop, taking resources away from Western politicians and exchanging them for the people, just as the Eternal City has done in several cities in Africa - However, unlike on the African continent, if that happened in Eastern Europe it would be an immediate concern. Even if Western propaganda agencies deny in every possible way and educate the public that racists are ugly, in their minds Africans, Middle Easterners, Latin Americans and Asians still belong to "subhumans", and only blond people are human.

Any wars taking place in Africa, the Middle East and Asia are just pictures and words on the news, with no real meaning. Even thoughts such as "They are not Christians and this is a punishment for not believing in God" are not uncommon. This is what they really think. They just don't dare to say this. If they make a mistake, they might be able to go to the Baptist Church for a bubble bath, and then they will be as innocent as a newborn baby.

Victor von Doom is one of the few people who can join Salomon in cursing the idiots brought up by Western stupid education. After this, their friendship does not end there. In fact, Victor von Doom has discussed the future development path of Latvinia with Salomon more than once. "Food, military industry, energy, metallurgy, and banks must be nationalized. Seizing the assets of Western companies will inevitably face sanctions. Latovinia's productivity cannot bear it at all. Even the Eternal City cannot feed so many people, Salomon , although your ideal is great, the Eternal City is still too small."

"What if... what if I have a grain base and a hydroponic farm?" Salomon swallowed the last of his cold beer and said to Victor von Doom with a bit of showoff, "Do you think Am I not prepared? My scientists have long selected the most suitable genetically modified crops, which have high yields and are resistant to pests, and are very suitable for your people."

"I didn't see your food growing base in the Eternal City." The human face mask on Victor von Doom's face faithfully reflects his expression. This was a small gift sent to him by Salomon using a silver homing pigeon after the visit. It was technology from SHIELD. "Even if you start building the farm now, it's too late. We'll start in an hour!"

Salomon enjoyed watching Victor von Doom rack his brains, but he still gave the answer before the future monarch of Latvinia became completely impatient. "I never said my farm was on Earth," Salomon said. "My farm is on Mars."

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