Chapter 755: The Blood of Mercy (Part 1)

"So far, the CIA still hasn't found out the actual situation of the Immortal City, which is very important to us." The routine meeting of the Immortal City is quite simple, with a cup of hot tea in hand and a holographic projection desktop can solve most of the problems. The conference room was quite bright, filled with Renaissance decor, monitors disguised as huge French windows showing a beautiful pastoral scene, carefully camouflaged air vents slowly blowing gauze-like snow-white curtains.

Relevant documents have been sent to the data terminals of the heads of various departments.

After the establishment of the Immortal City, the first thing to do is to produce chips, manufacture high-level communication systems and communication networks, and prevent hostile forces from destroying the organizational structure through the network. Out of some bad taste, Salomon ordered that the data terminals made by Immortal City have no high-tech and simple aesthetics at all (a sissy cannon that breaks if dropped and has to be repaired and replaced in a specialty store), but embodies the complex, gorgeous and durable steampunk style everywhere (a hunk that can be used as a weapon, can replace a large number of parts, and has a long battery life).

As a participant, Natasha also had one in her hand. It took her a long time to figure out how to operate this data terminal, which even had a lot of golden decorations on the UI interface. Thanks to her actions, the Immortal City had the opportunity to get a glimpse into the details of the CIA Langley headquarters and obtain the information it had been wanting to know before. Salomon nodded at her. "The follow-up cover-up went well, and I believe the CIA doesn't yet know what it dropped or even where the attack came from."

Natasha's response was very flat. With her skill and intelligence, coupled with the special assassination stealth power armor, it is almost impossible to be discovered when stealing information. The news of the Langley headquarters being attacked was entirely due to the decision made by the Immortal City to cover up Natasha's actions. The assassins of the assassination department completed the mission very well. A serial bombing was enough to erase many materials and traces, and it could even lead to disasters in the Immortal City, leaving evidence on the scene that could point to the remnants of Hydra today.

As for William Roslin, one of the participants in the destruction of Frank Castor's family was the official whom Victoria Hand personally named and demanded to kill. As long as the form is filled out in triplicate according to the procedures, or Salomon directly gives an order, the assassination department that has not been fully handed over to Natasha Romanoff will be dispatched. If it is just for Frank Castor, Salomon is unwilling to make another twists and turns, but Victoria Hand insists that William Roslin is extremely important. Obtaining this person's brain can not only provide information that is helpful for recruiting Frank Castor, but also grasp the CIA's Middle East intelligence network. After a little consideration, the mystic agreed with this statement, and handed over the authority necessary to carry out this matter to Victoria.

The regular meeting discussed events that required multi-departmental coordination. For example, the attack on Langley was the collaboration between the intelligence department and the assassination department. At the same time, Maya Hansen from the biological laboratory and Marbus, who participated in the meeting through holographic projection, need to listen to the feedback from the assassination department on the use of power armor, and refer to the operation log, promise improvement and the time required for research, so that the staff of the internal affairs department present can arrange small tasks for the next stage.

The other thing is Sophia's regular army recruitment mission, including but not limited to US military and Soviet Afghan war, Vietnam war veterans. This incident consumed a lot of Sophia's energy outside of regular training, because some of those people had become wild dogs of war, yearning for the bloodiest war. Sophia had to exert all her wisdom and strength to tame those people. The reason why the mystic master entrusted her with this task was to let her settle down and exercise her command and diplomacy skills step by step.

At this moment, Salomon was extremely relaxed, after all, he recruited these people so that he would not have to do everything himself.

After the initial support and help, almost every department is on the right track to operate independently, allowing the mystic to make up for lost leisure time (basically, flirting with a witch), or freeing him up to do the terrible arcane research that only he can do (and then flirting with another witch). Therefore, in the eyes of some uninformed people, Salomon is now as idle as the old man in the parking lot, humming and whimpering with a cup of hot tea, and the lazy breath can even overflow from the ends of his hair.

However, this did not change the dull and somewhat suffocating atmosphere in the conference room. Except for Salomon, everyone else was very serious. Everyone here is born for war, and there is no laziness. Some people doubt whether the monarch's attitude is because Salomon sitting in this conference room is not himself, but a golem made of machinery and magic to accommodate consciousness. But whether it is the real body or not, the Praetorian Zero in power armor is always standing by his side, and no one knows the truth except Praetorian Zero.

The regular meeting was quite short, and all departments left one after another after confirming the communication matters.

"The Avengers are calling me, and there is an operation to take part in." After the others had left, Natasha Romanov said, "Apart from the documents you gave me, do you have anything else you need me to convey?"

The mystic thought for a while. "Maybe you can tell them that I'm fully funding the DEA (Drug Enforcement Administration) to fight drug trafficking right now."

Natasha smiled warmly.

The fact that Salomon did not inform her of the subsequent plan to destroy the evidence could not arouse her disgust at all.

She had read Victoria Hand's reasons for calling for William Roslin's death and the follow-up investigation report. Although the CIA's database is too large, the intelligence analysts of the Immortal City can only temporarily analyze the urgently needed information, but she can guess Salomon's purpose without looking at the reports of the intelligence analysts. She knew that every step of Salomon's plan contained tens of millions of calculations, and funding the DEA was naturally one of them-it was nothing more than continuing to weaken the CIA's power in the Middle East and forcibly curbing the drug trafficking route from the Middle East to the United States. All of this is for the next step of Immortal City's plan.

For Salomon, there is no better development base in the world than the Middle East. The Immortal City is too small to accommodate large industrial facilities. Karma Taj is too high, and the Himalayas are too conspicuous, making construction extremely difficult. Therefore, the Middle East has become the best choice for the immortal city. This is a rather merciful decision, especially after Natasha Romanov has seen his space battleships. She understands that Salomon can use violent means to achieve his goals, but he still wants to minimize unnecessary sacrifices.

She is satisfied with this Salomon full of humanity.

Satisfied, Natasha Romanov stood up from her seat, and then kissed the mystic who was sitting on the main seat. The Imperial Guard Zero pretended not to see it, but if she hadn't been checked before entering the conference hall, Zero would never have let her get close to her monarch. "Now this is the real you, not some alchemy golem?"

"I can only tell you that the biological laboratory in the Immortal City has recently made great progress in artificial skin." Wisdom from others is equally important, and you cannot learn all the knowledge in the world by yourself. Salomon knew this truth a long time ago, so when the Immortal City was first established, the first establishment was not a military industry department, but a research department.

"Say hello to Captain Rogers for me," he said, "if he'd like to hear from me."

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