Chapter 525: The Person with the Least Sense of Avengers (Second)

Leading two AIs into a limited battle helps Salomon take the initiative, which he has to, because not even Wakanda can build a fully automated industrial system. It has been a long time since Salomon led Wanda Maximoff to walk on the surface of Mars. A high-tech ecological cabin has been erected where the Wakanda Mars rover landed. It conducts artificial exploration of Martian minerals and selects the location of the foundry.

The permission he received from His Holiness to use the Eye of Agamotto will be used on the Martian Foundry. He intends to use the Time Stone to accelerate local time when the Mars foundry begins to take shape, so as to speed up the construction of the space battleship that can only be built in low-Earth orbit—this is the great power from the Time Stone, the key left by the universe at the time of creation. If the Eye of Agamotto is not used, the space battleship in Salomon's fantasy may take a thousand years to build, and by then it will be too late.

This is also doomed that it is impossible to leave staff on the Mars foundry, unless there are volunteers who are willing to stay there to reproduce.

Moreover, human life is limited, and generations of humans living on Mars will inevitably lead to knowledge loss. So until the end, it is absolutely impossible for Salomon to adopt this plan.

If the AIs live in peace with each other, then he can only make another agreement with Wakanda to give them certain rights in the space battleship. Salomon is unwilling to give up these rights, so he must fight among the artificial intelligences to prevent one of the artificial intelligences from completely controlling the Mars foundry.

This is undoubtedly a decision that violates the rules of Karma Taj, and His Holiness agreed to his approach after hearing all of Salomon's plans. Salomon plans to be an interstellar pirate for a period of time after graduating from university, plundering alien technology through space travel, promoting the technological progress of the Martian foundry, thoroughly analyzing alien technology into human technology, and avoiding leaving a black box of technology. It can be said that Salomon intends to do the same thing as Stark Industries, but his purpose is not to make money, but to promote the development of human society and technology.

"You can play however you want after I die, I don't care." The Venerable said indifferently. She put on her sunglasses, "Is there anything else? I'm going to miss today's bear roast party!"

"Teacher, can you be more serious? This is a very serious matter!"

"I'm about to die and you still call me serious, is that plausible?" The venerable stared wide-eyed, "Seventy Cong can do whatever he wants, and I'm already a thousand years old, why don't I just do whatever I want? Don't disturb me to complete my bucket list! I also made an appointment for a 30,000-meter skydive without a parachute tomorrow. That old guy Odin and Frigga want to have some fun!"

"Well, I don't care about you!" Salomon raised his hands high. He really couldn't control the more and more absurd behavior of the Venerable, the Venerable could play however he wanted, and no one could stop her. Even if the Venerable took the holy sword and went to the street to slash people, those old guys from the mystic family would say that the Venerable was right, they are a group of old asses who don't know right from wrong! Casilios is now in charge of Odin's life, and only Modu is a little more reliable-but judging from the fact that His Holiness recently arranged for him to have a blind date with American sweet girls, Modu can't last long.

Mordo, hold on! Don't be tempted by the American sweet girl!

Natasha Romanov’s claim that Salomon is a nerd is well-founded. Judging from the S.H.I.E.L.D. archives, Salomon has never been to any place where drugs or any addictive drugs may appear. Even if he goes to a bar, he goes to a country pub and an old British pub, where either classical music or jazz is played, without any fast-paced things.

That said, Salomon has never been to a nightclub.

Everyone knows this now, after all SHIELD also has the authority to monitor citizens. When Agent Romanov chose to put that part of the data on the Internet, Salomon's extremely regular life also surfaced. Salomon looked at the mocking message from Stark, and he knew that Agent Maria Hill hadn't told him the truth about Colonel Rhodes' injury.

He didn't feel guilty, he just felt angry.

They have a contact group, communicated by software developed by S.H.I.E.L.D., and all information is highly confidential.

Stark said that Salomon had never experienced the baptism of high school cheerleading, and only Steve Rogers expressed appreciation for Salomon's good living habits. Loyalty, stability and asceticism. "Old-school people will only agree with old-school people." Stark said desperately, "I doubt wizards still use gramophones and fireplaces. I remember you using them too, Rogers!"

Poor Steve Rogers doesn't know how to use a smartphone to give a quick rebuttal.

During the Coolidge boom of the 1920s, Americans stopped using fireplaces. It’s just that Steve Rogers was still a thin kid in Brooklyn at that time. He entered the Great Depression without experiencing a rich life. His and Stark’s lives were two parallel lines. Stark couldn’t understand the poverty of that era and the tenacity of the lower class people. Stark couldn’t imagine how to live selling newspapers on the street. But this was Steve Rogers' life before he participated in the experiment, and this poverty allowed him to understand the thoughts of ordinary people.

Stark can't do that at all. If Stark didn't have the talent and the money, he'd be a boring nuisance.

Of course, he's much better now, a caring nuisance.

Fortunately, Agent Maria Hill resolved the stumbling quarrel between the two, and only Natasha Romanov expressed concern to Salomon in private. Now that S.H.I.E.L.D. has been disbanded, the Avengers has lost its official endorsement, and has changed from an emergency team to a collection of unorganized freaks, which is bound to be suppressed by the government.

"It's for sure that normal people would not allow a powerful group of armed forces to walk outside the system," Salomon said. "But the big question now is, what role will the Avengers become, isn't it? Is it a group exercising justice, or is it a knife in the hands of politicians?"

"Is this your social science research too?"

Salomon can still smell the sunscreen on her body.

"It's obvious, my dear," he said. "It's going to explode one day. What are you going to do about it?"

"I don't know." She shrugged. Facing Salomon's suspicious eyes, she repeated it again. "I really don't know," she said. "For me, the Avengers is the first time that there are so many like-minded people coming together. You know my past, and you know what it means to me."

"Fireplace, roast chicken and woolen socks?"

"That's right." Romanov took a deep breath, "I want to take you to meet someone. He is now one of the few sober people in the Avengers."

"who?"

"Didn't you find out? Clint hasn't shown up for so long!" Natasha looked at him in surprise, "Or do you only know Hawkeye and not Clint?"

"This..."

"I'll tell him the joke." Agent Romanov patted him on the shoulder with a smile. "He has long been dissatisfied that there are no toys with his own image on the street. No one knows who he is, and the sale of T-shirts with the Hawkeye logo on Amazon is also the lowest."

"what about me?"

"As good as Saul's. Yours is a sword, and Saul's is a hammer," she said. "You are so mysterious, which makes a lot of people want to know who you are. You can't imagine how many fans you have."

"My God!"

Ask for a ticket!

I'm going to breastfeed, I'll talk about it tomorrow!