Chapter 546 Tools (Part 1)

Every magic has a price, this is the code of conduct for all spellcasters since the end of the magic era, but Wanda didn't know it in the past, and Salomon didn't know how many bills she owed in the past. The bills were the noose around her neck, and the floor switch was in Sithorne's hand. As long as the big shadow pulls the switch, she will be hanged, and then the body will serve its real function: a container, a prop.

No matter how reluctant Wanda may be, Salomon needs her to start remembering, from the cruelest part to the moment when she sees him, any miracle in life needs to be recalled. Of course Salomon knew that this was another injury to her, but magic was not about human feelings, especially Wanda's natural magic was the dirtiest and most vicious of all black magic, and the side effects of every spell were much greater than that of white magic. Judging from the previous situation, her extremely sensitive mental state has been destroyed. If she doesn't go back to the source and find out her bill, it will be irresponsible to everyone.

"Sorry, we won't talk about that." He stopped teaching, dismissed the illusion model, and pushed the table and books aside. Immediately afterwards, he brought drinks and food from the portal, and chatted with the Maximov siblings about their past lives and the incredible things they encountered in life as if chatting with each other. The warm black tea and sweet cake weakened Wanda's resistance. She wiped her nose shyly, and then slowly talked about the past, while Pietro made additions and revisions beside her. In some places, the memories of the two brothers and sisters are completely different. Now it seems like a trivial matter. They even laugh at the absurd behavior of the past, but Salomon remembers it in their hearts.

The street life of the siblings was extremely bitter, but they both grew up healthy and healthy, showing no signs of malnutrition. In such a war-torn country, this is simply an impossible miracle.

The truth is submerged by time, and everything is doubtful. Even with Salomon's profound knowledge of secret arts, he couldn't tell the extent to which Sithorne had affected the past lives of the Maximov brothers and sisters. The mountain of clues needed to be investigated, and he still needed to go to En-Gala to see Sithorn's seal with his own eyes.

That is the greatest threat to the main material universe, and Wanda is just an idle move by the great phantom imprisoned in his own domain to invade reality. There are countless twisted and terrifying threats in that boundless astral world. Those crazy magical entities feed on the beliefs and emotions of creatures. All of them are capable of destroying human beings and destroying the entire real universe. It is Kama Taj's responsibility to protect the survival of humanity while fighting them until the end of time.

Such responsibility will carry out Salomon's life, which is his inescapable fate.

"Gene alchemy technology." Maya Hansen said, "Let's put it this way, our current progress is still stuck in the targeted knockout of myostatin, insulin growth factor, or α-actinin-3 gene coding, through this method to promote muscle growth again. By autologously synthesizing a large amount of antioxidant proteins such as superoxide dismutase, catalase, and glutathione peroxidase to fight aging, and by synthesizing a large amount of erythropoietin to increase blood oxygen levels. At the same time, I am in Asgardians and your DNA. It was found that the ubiquitous overexpression of telomerase and cells with a division number far exceeding 10 to the 16th power have also been realized on ordinary human cells through your magician and Extremis virus gene editing tools."

"In other words, we can now create a super soldier that surpasses Captain America?"

"If you are still not satisfied, we can give the experimental subject an extra heart. Just use stem cells to grow the organ." Maya Hansen stretched her waist. During the period when Su Rui deployed defensive measures, she took a solid rest for several days, which was regarded as a vacation given by Salomon. "Or an extra lung."

"You know I want more than that, Maya." Salomon said, "I have prepared armor and weapons for them. If they are only at the level of Captain America, they will definitely not be able to wear what I prepared for them. Go on, Maya Hansen."

"This is already a technology beyond the level of human technology, Salomon."

"Our enemies don't care about this." The mystic looked down at the report in his hand and said without raising his head, "Do you remember the monster that was carried away from my office that day? The number of such monsters is hundreds of millions, and even a Captain America may not be able to defeat a single monster. I need stronger fighters."

"Huh? Are you still unwilling to tell me what happened in this office that day?"

"It's just a prank by a very boring old man." Salomon waved his hand. He sat behind the refurbished desk and said, "Don't put too much pressure on me. The reason why I let you have a good rest is to allow you to devote yourself to the next stage of work. The prophecy tells me that I will harvest something in Siberia soon enough to advance and even complete this work. This is a high-dimensional vision and an intuition that walks in the long river of time. You can believe my prophecy."

"What is that, a technology?"

"I don't know. I only know that it will help our work, that's all." Salomon didn't look up at the female biologist in the white robe, but was like a garden eel clenched in the sand, "You are very important to me, Maya. I don't want you to have any accidents. Your safety is the foundation of the entire Immortal City, understand?"

"Of course I know." Maya Hansen smiled slyly, "When will I be able to go shopping, that's what you promised me."

"Just call the security team of the sisterhood." Salomon ignored Maya Hansen's subtext and lowered his head to read the report again. It wasn't until the office door closed with a loud, silent bang that he quietly raised his head from behind the report and breathed a long sigh of relief. The garden eel stuck its head out of the sand and continued to shake with the water.

The door of the office slammed open, and Salomon shrank his head back again.

"My lord." Stephanie strode into the office and handed the documents to Salomon excitedly. "We have eaten almost all the pharmaceutical companies of Hydra, and now Whitehall's tentacles have been cut off by us, including the World Vaccine Organization." She said with a smile on her face, "My father wants to ask you when you can launch a full-scale offensive on Whitehall. He still doesn't know who the enemy is, because we are using the identity of Baron Sterak to acquire it."

"Whitehall will not be fooled."

"Of course he won't, but he can't guess that the old Hydra conservatives are cutting his flesh." Stephanie smiled menacingly, "We need the results of Whitehall's research, don't we?"

"Yes, but not now," Salomon said casually. "He's going to lose, we're going to win. But I still need Whitehall to do something big that moves the world."

"Everyone is a tool."

"Including myself." Salomon said, "Let him live first, I need him as bait."

Stephanie was almost fascinated by Salomon's cruelty.

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