Chapter 743 Special Forces Instructor (Part 1)

Karen Page's fears didn't materialize, because Salomon was a fun chat partner if he wanted to, and he could always use his knowledge to make up things that didn't happen but made sense, so that the uninitiated would not know about his life. The little pistol of Karen Page hadn't escaped him, and he had gone to great lengths to use his charm so that Karen Page wouldn't shoot him in the back as he turned away.

His magic is too much for a weak-willed ordinary person like Karen Page, and it will mess up her mind if she is not careful. It is an irresponsible behavior to cast spells on ordinary people at will, so naturally he can't act like this. So the front desk (and the only desk) at Nelson Murdoch's law firm was filled with biscuits and hot tea that Salomon had pulled out of nowhere, and the smell of cookies and butter replaced ink and printer paper. Karen Page hiccupped quietly and blushed unobtrusively, looking a little embarrassed. Not only because she ate most of the biscuits, but also because she almost forgot, she hardly asked Salomon where the information came from.

Almost, but she asked anyway.

Salomon, who had been prepared for this, used a very reasonable reason to prevaricate her - he claimed that he found it from the information that S.H.I.E.L.D. put on the Internet. When Hydra rebelled, Natasha Romanoff threw most of the revealable information on the Internet, completely exposing the existence of S.H.I.E.L.D. and Hydra. Although those materials were quickly deleted from the Internet, many people downloaded some of them at that time, but no one knew the whole picture of the materials. Therefore, Salomon's reasons were quite reasonable and the authenticity could not be verified.

It has to be said that the arrival of the mystic made Karen Peggy's fear of Wilson Fisk a lot less, and that thick file made her full of confidence. She also left Salomon with her phone number, saying she could be contacted directly about Wilson Fisk. She didn't want Matt Murdoch or Fergie Nelson to know about her private investigation, it was too dangerous, and she didn't want her friends to worry too much. It was late at night when she was alone again in Nelson Murdoch's law firm, and even the punks on the street outside were quiet (she didn't know that Salomon had beaten them all up, he thought it extremely rude to tell the master such an almost accusatory thing, and Karen Page thought that punks used knives instead of pistols today). Except for the supper on the table, the figure of the visitor disappeared without a trace like foam in the sun. Karen Peggy didn't even notice. In her impression, Salomon's figure became thinner and thinner until it disappeared. In the end, she couldn't even remember what he looked like.

If she tried her best to think about it, she could still recall it. The spell that Salomon cast on herself was not too powerful. Karen Page took a deep breath, worked up the courage to open the file, and inserted the attached memory into the computer bought at the bankruptcy auction. After a while, the old computer with a yellow casing trembled and finished reading the information in the storage. She opened it one by one according to the instructions on the file, and was immediately stunned by the contents, and even almost vomited out everything she ate.

She now kind of believes that this information was dug up from S.H.I.E.L.D.

Apart from S.H.I.E.L.D., probably not many intelligence organizations have such investigative capabilities.

When Salomon returned to the hotel suite, he found that Joan of Arc, Bayonetta and Athena had already drunk many bottles of spirits there. They giggled and whispered in a whisper that Salomon couldn't understand. The witch had already taken off the evening dress that was in the way, and even Athena was lying on the sofa casually, and then poured spirits and wine into her mouth glass after glass. Salomon found that both his adoptive mother and the witch seemed to have serious problems with alcoholism, because their physiques could make them almost unable to get drunk, and a lot of strong alcohol only made them blush. This is also the reason why Salomon expanded the estate wine cellar, searched for fine wine and even bought a wine estate. After all, they seem to want to use alcohol to complete their daily water intake.

The room was full of the smell of alcohol, and the mystic suspected that even lighting a match might trigger an explosion. Salomon sighed, and summoned the invisible servants to pack the wine bottles for them. Obviously, losing Vanessa as a friend made Athena a little unhappy, and the witches didn't mind talking with Athena.

The mystic did not intend to tell Athena what he had done just now, but all this could not be hidden from his adoptive mother. From the disappearance of Wilson Fisk from a banquet to the shooting near the orphanage, everything that happened tonight seemed to revolve around someone, and one only had to watch the evening news on TV to guess.

"Finished?" the Goddess of Wisdom narrowed her eyes and asked.

"It's done." Salomon nodded. He first kissed the witch's lips (it took a long time, after all, there were two), then kissed Athena's cheek, and finally sat down on the sofa under the rude pull of the goddess of wisdom. Although he was asked by his adoptive mother to explain in detail, as always, he omitted many details, so as not to torture the audience's ears with various figures and legal provisions. "From then on, Vanessa has nothing to do with us, and Wilson Fisk will not disturb our lives." He said in a solemn voice, "We have also completely broken away from them in terms of finances. All past payments can be classified as normal transactions. There is no legal problem at all and will not cause investigations."

Salomon has no problem saying that. In the next few weeks, Wilson Fisk became very quiet, and the personnel sent by the Immortal City intelligence department to monitor did not report anything special, as if Wilson Fisk had suddenly changed into a different person. However, such changes are not all good. The drug trade in Hell’s Kitchen has stagnated. For a while, many gangsters who have been addicted to drugs and ruined their brains, and just know where the guns should be directed, start gang wars on every street corner, trying to make themselves the new boss of Hell’s Kitchen.

Wilson Fisk is conducting a demonstration to reflect his own value. He is demonstrating his ability to control the society as a value to help the government fill the gap in the grassroots control ability. Sure enough, it didn't take long for the guests at the banquet to invite him to cooperate and conduct transactions through the establishment of offshore companies in the Cayman Islands.

It didn't take long for the Immortal City's intelligence services to withdraw their surveillance personnel. After all, Victoria Hand doesn't have as many agents as she did when she was in S.H.I.E.L.D., and the available manpower is not as good as in the past, so she can't devote too much energy to a role like Wilson Fisk. After all, the purpose of gangsters is to make money, and there are very few gangsters that can evolve into terrorist organizations, so under Salomon's order, she gradually withdrew from this mission and handed it over to the surveillance system to continue.

She also has a new task, which is to recruit a special forces instructor.

This man Salomon had been recruited before, but at that time his demand for the candidate of the special forces instructor was far less urgent than it is now, it was just for training artificial humans. Later, this problem was solved by Salomon himself, so it was not mentioned again, but now Sophia and her clan have been completely incorporated into the Immortal City, and the adult males in the clan have naturally become the first regular army of the Immortal City, equipped with composite fiber bulletproof armor and high-tech guns that mortals can use.

In order to give full play to the fighting power of these people, Salomon must hire a sufficiently powerful special warfare instructor.

Ask for a ticket!