Chapter 1731 Dreams and the Past

She lay on the soft mattress, darkness enveloped the whole room, only the faint light from the night light outside the corridor squeezed in through the crack of the door. The villa was very quiet, Salomon did not stay here overnight. He did not stay in this villa overnight, and Natasha did not know where he went. He would leave after every lovemaking, and Dinah would come in to clean up the wet sheets and bedding.

She felt sore all over and drowsy, and the mattress against her body almost swallowed her.

She closed her eyes in a daze and fell down.

The fall was almost endless, and consciousness surged in endless fragments of memory. The sunlight of her youth once again penetrated the leaves and fell into her eyes. Natasha fell in the darkness, unable to realize what she saw until the familiar gunshot pulled her consciousness back.

Gunshot, Natasha heard the gunshot.

She subconsciously jumped up, and then she found herself standing barefoot on the hot gravel. The sound of gunfire came from afar, as if she was on a battlefield. The scene in front of her seemed to be distorted by the hot air rising above the summer cement road. She could only see a golden figure charging in the red desert. Beside the huge golden demigod, the heavily armored giant wrapped in flames rushed with him to the huge object like a mountain at the end of the horizon.

The strange shapes filled the sight densely, trying to block the path of the golden armored demigod, but without exception they were knocked down, chopped up, and flattened. She tried to see the appearance of those strange shapes, but some warning from the depths of her soul made her look away. Natasha found that there was no sun here, but the toxic heat still penetrated through her skin, and the opposite was the coldness from her soul.

She couldn't see the appearance of the huge object at the end of the horizon, but she could hear the brass bell on the bell tower as tall as a skyscraper banging like crazy, like a charge horn. The gunshots stimulated her nerves like her heartbeat. She realized that she was wearing nothing, no clothes to shield her from the cold and her sight.

She subconsciously scanned the surroundings to try to find shelter, but found that the so-called rocks in this desert were actually strange stone piles made of deformed bones and red sandstone. Ignorance protected her reason, and when she looked away, she immediately forgot what she saw. Something, an invisible thing was formed by the fear that seeped out of her soul. That thing had beautiful cheeks that were indistinguishable from male and female, and obscene dances and rich and disgusting musk flowed from its thoughts, forming a body in ignorance, fear and desire.

"You are keen on pleasure, right?" The thing kept making obscene gestures, and it said in her voice, "Why not enjoy it?"

Natasha opened her mouth and found that she couldn't refuse. Her desire was ignited by supernatural power, and endless hunger and itching spread from the depths of her bones. She couldn't wait to rub something into her body. Before she could react, a deafening gunshot rang in her ears, and the strange, deformed, but darkly attractive body was shattered into pieces.

She turned her head and found that her vision was burning. The black-armored giant with a halo of fire on his head stepped on the crimson gravel and passed by her. The terrifying heat ignited the air and her lungs. She looked away in fear and immediately forgot the burning figure. The memory formed a hole, the edge of the mind was smoldering, and Natasha could almost smell the smell of the cerebral cortex burning from her nose.

"Don't look." A pair of rough hands covered her eyes. The man's tone and physical contact made her feel familiar. "Don't listen."

When she regained consciousness again, she saw darkness in front of her.

She could hear the breathing of the people around her and smell their sweat. In this small and closed space, only the cool breeze from some tiny gaps prevented her from suffocating. With three dull thumps under her feet, a tiny flame lit up in front of her. She saw a crowd of men in shining bronze armor in front of her, all looking at her.

Natasha realized that she was only looking through this man's eyes, at what he had seen before. She saw that the armor on these men was scarred, and even the strongest man had a tired look in his eyes.

"Brothers, listen to me carefully," said the man holding the torch, "Tonight we will make the Trojans pay with blood, and tonight we will have the power to kill. Think of your wives and children. They have been fighting for ten years, and they can't sleep every day because of our life and death. They are no longer young, but we are still here. Do as I say, and you will meet again."

The men put on Corinthian helmets with crimson manes, and the light was not enough to illuminate their eyes. They held their shiny short swords tightly and held shields in their hands. There were only a few of them, but each of them had amazing courage and strength.

"Diomedes, Menelaos, Agamemnon." He said the names of the warriors one by one. He paused as he spoke of the last man, a boy with eyes burning with vengeance, who looked like the famous hero. "Neoptolemus, son of Achilles. Hector's brothers are yours, to avenge your father, my friend. Do not stop fighting because of pain, do not fear the honor that is to come. Remember why we live, remember where we are going, remember what we desire, remember why we fight."

"We listen to you, Odysseus."

The speaker lowered his head and looked at the bronze helmet on his knees.

The fire light illuminated the helmet. Through the reflection of the bronze helmet, Natasha saw a pair of familiar black eyes.

"I am qualified to be selfish once, seeing that I am going to pay everything, Athena." The owner of the eyes stared at the helmet, as if watching Natasha, who was hiding in the infinite time. This feeling was frightened, and she tried to hide herself. She heard the man whispered, "I am qualified to live for myself. For Pienelope, for Tellerkos, my wife and son."

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When Natasha Romanov saw him again, it was noon the next day.

The terrible dream entangled her all night, and she saw the killing that was happening, but it was unable to stop it. She saw the supernatural phenomenon accompanied by those soldiers, and she saw a baby thrown from the city wall, smashed on the ground and turned into meat, but she couldn't do anything. When she was awake, only the wreckage left last night's dream, like the ripples gradually weakened on the water of the quiet lake. If she didn't deliberately think, she could hardly remember what she had seen.

This is just a dream, she said to herself. No, you know that this is not a so -called dream. Dreams are false, but some things have really happened. She saw that he was sitting next to the dining table and looked at a book encapsulated with old leather. The pages of the moldy flavor were yellow and black, as if the dust and debris fell down.

Salmon raised his head, and obsidian looked at Natasha.

"Good morning, Ms. Romanov." The old housekeeper said, "It seems that your sleep quality is very good."

Natasha subconsciously pulled into the thin silk pajamas on her body, and said with a slight embarrassment, "Is there any food?"

She felt that she had not enjoyed such a comfortable sleep for a few years.

Without pressure, only soft beds and tranquil darkness, she suddenly remembered what Dina said yesterday. Everything in this family is prepared for her, for precisely for her child. She has always felt that the name Dana gave was very familiar, but the indulgue joy for two consecutive days made her have not enough energy to think. Until the dream last night, she heard the name again.

"Of course." The old housekeeper nodded with a smile, "Do you want to have some fried bacon, owner? It's time for lunch time. If I don't guess wrong, you must not have breakfast."

"You guess, the old guy." Salo memored the book, "Now I want hot sugar and fat."

The old housekeeper reached out to take two foods full of food from the automatic dining car and two bottles of glass bottle filled with cold orange juice, and placed in front of Salmon and Natasha. He showed a good smile towards Natasha, as if his grandfather was facing a child. "Ms. Dana will take care of you, Ms. Romanov. You need energy."

Natasha inserted a thin fried bacon into his mouth and bit his nourish.

"It's delicious, thank you." Seeing Natasha began to eat, the old butler nodded politely towards the owner. He left the dining car here and left the restaurant with thick files. The cold wind in the morning passed through the green and sunlight of the backyard, poured into the villa, and blowing the white silk curtain. Natasha sighed with satisfaction and relaxed and leaned against the chair, so that the sore muscles were relaxed.

"I do not understand."

"What?"

"Why do you choose to hide here?"

Natasha poured a glass of orange juice for herself and Salomon. The loose silk pajamas fell naturally, and the beautiful flesh was exposed to the air. "In addition to the emperor, you have other identities. You can hide in the manor of Oxford County, watch Victor von Dum facing the challenges from NATO and domestic, and then appear at the right time. But now you are now But chose to hide in Texas and use this to disguise for more than 100 years.

"My enemy is not human. To be precise, human beings are not the biggest threat. After the curtain, there are things to find me, and they are afraid of what I will do." Salmon picked up the cup and took a sip. He pretended not to see Natasha's attention to the book, and pushed the book far away. After Dana dealt with the trivial life of the villa, she will take the book away.

"I believe Beyonita and Jeanne. But whether it is the emperor, the Avengers Arthur, or Salomon, it is impossible to use the power from the outside. We can't know what I am doing, but I can monitor their conspiracy to pry the animals. "

"Eight thousand years, are you so careful? As a mortal, not a god with extraordinary strength?"

Salmon used a look as a positive answer.

"If you wear a tin foil, these words are even more convincing." Natasha said with a smile, "Is it a little gray or a lizard? Not conspiracy theory ""

"Nick Fury once thought that the biggest threat to mankind was terrorist organizations, and later he thought that the biggest threat to mankind was alien fleets from space. But this is not the truth. The biggest threat to mankind is what came to Earth with Thanos' fleet - that is a disaster for all intelligent races. Now they have taken a small part of their attention from the eternal blood war to focus on mankind - the appearance of the Infinity Stones on Earth is not a coincidence, but the result of countless conspiracies. They threw out bait to guide Thanos to attack the earth. They knew that humans would never give up such treasures, and they also knew that I would stand up to resist. Then, they can find me and kill me."

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Natasha did not say anything more doubtful.

Regarding Thanos's alien fleet, since the emperor privately warned countries around the world through Regent Victor von Doom, governments around the world have their own opinions. Even institutions with deep space observation capabilities cannot be sure whether the column of uniformly moving reflective objects in the information provided by the emperor is a meteorite or an alien fleet.

However, because of the power the emperor possessed in outer space, no one dared to completely deny the emperor's words.

Under the guidance of the idea of ​​"mutually assured destruction", the five permanent members of the UN all have a "dead hand" system of submarines equipped with nuclear warheads. The emperor also has a "dead hand", which is a nuclear warhead suspended in the earth's orbit. According to military experts' estimates, giant distributed nuclear bombs launched from outer space are difficult to intercept with existing technology, and no one knows how many nuclear warheads the emperor actually has. With nuclear weapons, the emperor's words are quite important.

This has led to some countries being quite embarrassed in dealing with the issue of Yugoslavia, because they can neither confirm nor deny this threat. Agreeing with the emperor's words has put them in a passive position in politics and trade, and denying them will cause them to be excluded from the cooperation list of Yugoslavia and miss the science and technology that the emperor is willing to share.

"Odin is dying. He has lived for more than half a million years, and the dark forces that he once suppressed are about to rise." Salomon did not even raise his head, as if he had an answer to this question. "The Asgard Empire's plan to fight against the outer dimension is about to fail, and the aftermath of this failure may destroy the Earth and mankind. All we can do is wait, and then learn lessons and strength from this failure."

"Tell me, you have a plan."

"I have a plan, and the key chess piece has been placed."

"I feel relieved to hear you say that." Natasha tilted her head and picked up the fork again, "You always have a way, don't you?"

"You trust me too much, Natasha. I'm not a god, I can't solve all problems."

"So far, you haven't failed. Don't want Tony, his plans always cause trouble, just like Ultron. "Natasha pointed at Salomon with the fork in her hand, "Do you know why you have never been able to fit in with Stark and Rogers' small group? Compared to your ability, your thoughts are more dangerous. Even if Wanda and Pietro joined the Avengers, their temperaments still seemed out of place - Tony thought it was because they had not let go of hatred - Maximoff no longer needed to draw strength from hatred, and only Nick Fury realized that Wanda and Pietro's psychological transformation was no less than their physical transformation. "

Natasha remembered what Nick Fury had concealed from her, and couldn't help but sneered. The demise of SHIELD was the decision of everyone. Except for Nick Fury himself, no one wanted to see the continuation of SHIELD, which was no different from Hydra. Perhaps the SHIELD led by Agent Coulson is the purest SHIELD established by Peggy Carter.

"When Nick Fury realized that he should stop you from socializing with Rogers, it was too late. That simple Brooklyn boy knew something he shouldn't know."

"Captain Rogers only knew the real cause of World War II. It was not the speech in the beer hall but the chain reaction of the Great Depression from the New York Stock Exchange, and the complete collapse of the Bretton Woods system. He now knows that the real cause of the Great Depression is unemployment and inflation. The cause of unemployment and inflation is the inverted relationship between monetary wages and real wages, which leads to insufficient liquidity. The insufficient liquidity is because one percent of the people occupy more than fifty percent of the wealth."

Salomon shrugged, "The solution to the problem is to stop production, that is, unemployment, and then issue more money to increase liquidity, and use printing presses to exchange for goods with labor value. Then the rich will grab all the wealth again, leaving the poor with leftovers. When these leftovers are eaten up, a liquidity crisis will occur. Unemployment, additional money, and repeated cycles until all labor value is squeezed out, the system will collapse."

Natasha knew that Salomon was right. This pessimistic world is so bad.

"You let a Brooklyn boy who dropped out of elementary school learn this knowledge?" Natasha raised her eyebrows. She knew that Steve Rogers was once recommended to read George Orwell's "1984". The Brooklyn boy who liked to use pencils must have read the book seriously - Nick Fury would not even control which book Steve Rogers read - and then something bad happened. The person who explained the book to Steve Rogers was sitting in front of her, the only person in the Avengers who was capable of skimming off the foam of complex political ideas and accurately scooping out a piece of meat from the hot soup of human society.

"No wonder he is always dissatisfied with Tony Stark."

"Tony Stark did not betray the military-industrial complex, he just gave up low-end weapons production. Boeing and Lockheed Martin have to pay royalties to Stark Group every year. Even if Stark Group's weapons production workshop is without electricity for a year, Stark Group's stock can still continue to rise, and employee benefits are still enviable. The stock fluctuations of Stark Group are just a means of short selling by financial speculators."

Salomon said dissatisfiedly, "Are you here to ask me about the news of these Avengers colleagues wanted by the United States and Europe, Natasha?"

"I have reason to care, don't I?"

"I have parted ways with Captain Rogers because he does not accept the painful reality that smashing the old world requires blood. In terms of ideology, he is just an ordinary American who dropped out of elementary school. Possessing the wisdom to see the future. In politics, he can only face the visible rain of bullets and has no courage to make cruel decisions - I admit that he has the courage of kindness, but this courage is useless except for fighting against Hydra, the other side of the good and evil spectrum of SHIELD. Unless he can make a decision, just like when he rescued James Barnes, abandoning his childish fantasies and choosing to embark on the road of salvation, he can only act as a vigilante and a public mascot - fortunately, King T'Challa of Wakanda likes Rogers with childish thoughts, otherwise I can only kill him to avoid any trouble. "

"Where is Dr. Banner?"

"Dr. Banner is living a happy life. As long as he wants, I can send Betty Ross to Wakanda at any time. The premise is that she doesn't care that her father is still soaking in the jar. "Salomon put down the tableware. At this time, Dinah, who had finished dealing with trivial matters, finally came to the restaurant. She was twisting a well-tailored handmade suit in her hand, and there was a shoe box on the automatic cart behind her. "This is not an interrogation, Miss Agent," said Salomon. "You still have plenty of time. It's getting hot in Texas, so we're going to Zurich for vacation, and you'll come with us."

Happy New Year! Thank you for another year of companionship!