"Mr. Damonette, you shouldn't be here." When Finch returned to the abandoned library with a cup of green tea, he was startled by the mystic standing in front of the iron gate. The little bear who was supposed to be looking after the house At this moment, he was lying at Salomon's feet and acting coquettishly. This is not a good sign. It not only means that Finch's stronghold is exposed to "unrelated persons", but it also means that neither he nor Mr. Reese can stop Salomon from doing anything he wants to do.
Salomon, who was discovered on the spot, greeted Mr. Finch leisurely. Although it looked like Salomon was now sharing candy with ROOT, Harold Finch had no idea what they had talked about before. Considering what Salomon revealed about his cooperative relationship with that machine, ROOT, who was imprisoned in this quiet room full of interference signals, has most likely received new instructions from that machine.
"Where is Samn Shaw?" Salomon took his hand out of the metal stretch door, bent down and carefully poked the bear's head. Instead of revealing his true purpose, he broached a less important topic.
"Don't worry, this is just a family visit, it's just that it's a little hard to find here." Salomon smiled and took out a few glass jars from his bag and put them into the hands of Mr. Finch, who was a little overwhelmed and a little wary. "This is a gift for you. My family has made a new pot of beef gravy that has been cooked for four days. It has a very rich taste. You can only eat this kind of deliciousness in Michelin restaurants. This is red wine beef gravy, and this is black pepper beef. Sauce, this is the original sauce that can be paired with a simple tomahawk steak or a filet that needs to be cooked with more care.”
After giving Finch the sealed glass jar, Salomon took out a bottle of red wine.
"I'm sorry, but I didn't inform you before visiting. This is very rude. This is a gift for you." Salomon nodded slightly and apologized to Mr. Finch. The overly polite atmosphere made Mr. Finch subconsciously lower his head and salute. When he straightened up, he forgot to dwell on the question "What did Salomon and ROOT communicate with?"
"Romanee-Conti." Mr. Finch took the red wine with his free hand. He looked at the label and year and roughly judged the value of the bottle. "This is a very expensive gift, Damonette." gentlemen."
"But it's nothing to you and me." The $60,000 red wine was given away in the blink of an eye, but it was really nothing to the mystic. The collection value of this level of red wine is far higher than the tasting value, and the dollar is just a piece of paper to him. Except for necessary scientific research equipment, which needs to be purchased with U.S. dollars, the rest can be spent locally.
To this end, he specially contacted a red wine supplier and signed a contract to supply various types of high-end red wine as a benefit to employees in the Eternal City for a long time.
Italian Conti wine is one of the major red wine brands, and the supplier also gave Salomon a bottle of 2012 vintage wine worth $4,600 as a gift. The bottle of Conti red wine in Finch's hands was from 1995. For people with sufficient knowledge of wine, this is a rare collection.
ROOT stood in front of the metal retractable door and watched the increasingly bookish conversation between Mr. Finch and Salomon. She smiled and stuffed Skittles candies into her mouth, and reached out her hand to give the little bear a few candies.
Salomon did tell her something and gave her something. This is a deal between artificial intelligence and Salomon. As a top hacker and the executor of artificial intelligence, ROOT and Salomon have the same position - even if it is an order from that machine, ROOT will not do anything. Perform hesitantly.
Don't ask about the reasons, don't ask about the results.
Such a good tool person, Salomon must strengthen her ability to survive. The round amulet hanging around her neck was hand-carved by Salomon using the copper shells of bolt rounds. This amulet has a clover and a prayer of Emperor Weishan on it. When ROOT is faced with gun fire, it gets +5 The lucky value - this also means that within a range of almost ten meters, ROOT also has a chance to dodge bullets fired from the opposite side.
"Oh, right." After a complicated and polite nonsense, Salomon finally remembered what he wanted to say. "If you see Samn Shaw please remember to say hello," he said. "My girlfriend wants to host a wine tasting at home, private, not many people coming. Shaw is Bayonetta. One of the few friends I have, I wish she could be there.”
These are all excuses. What he had to do was done, and when he said goodbye, ROOT smiled and waved to him from behind the door. When Finch came back to his senses, he found that Salomon had crossed the portal and disappeared without a trace.
"I want to eat New Yorker steak today, Harold." ROOT said with a smile, "I'll use the sauce brought by our good neighbor."
"Of course," said Finch, "but I beg you to tell me what exactly Salomon said to you."
"Prying into a lady's privacy is not the behavior of a gentleman." ROOT mocked the conversation between Salomon and Finch not long ago.
"You are not a lady, ROOT. Ladies don't kill people."
"But you are a gentleman." ROOT smiled slyly, making Finch almost unable to refute, "Hurry up, I'm already hungry."
"Wow!" Little Bear stood up and agreed with ROOT's statement.
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"You are not Salomon. Salomon cannot be so polite! Tell me! What did you do to Salomon!" Nick Fury beat his chest and looked very angry and regretful. Salomon, who was sitting opposite him, rolled his eyes and pretended to leave.
He gave Nick Fury a farewell gift, which was the same level of red wine he gave Finch. When Nick Fury knew the value of the bottle of red wine, Salomon knew that this guy must have embezzled public funds. A bottle of wine costing US$60,000 is neither too much nor too little. It is stuck between the middle class who grit their teeth to show off their wealth while paying off their mortgage and the real bourgeois rich. Nick Fury, a civil servant, if he is not embezzling public funds , he absolutely cannot afford this kind of wine.
"Wait, wait." Nick Fury stopped Salomon. He had no intention of mentioning the Asgardians, let alone Salomon's super soldier plan. He has already arranged people to do this, and the results of the investigation will naturally appear on his desk. "Do you have anything to ask of me?" He said while putting the red wine on the table into the drawer, "This is not considered a bribe, this is just a gift between friends."
"Well, I want to ask you for a spot." Salomon sat back on the chair. SHIELD is about to be finished, so before SHIELD is finished, Salomon doesn't mind using the influence of this organization to do something for himself.
"You also know that I will be managing a large organization, and I chose physics..."
Nick Fury nodded, and he roughly understood what Salomon meant, "You want to learn how to manage and operate a large organization, right?"
"That's not entirely true." Salomon shook his head. "As the head of the organization, I have enough manpower to manage, but I don't understand what will happen in a tightly structured organization."
"In other words, you want to learn how to do administration." Nick Fury asked, "You want to work in the U.S. government?"
"Not entirely," Salomon said. "The organization in the U.S. government is too magical and crude, like building blocks built by barbarians. Elected officials are unscreened, untrained, stupid and blind. They take bribes and then make stupid remarks. Continuing. Working under such hands is like entering a pigsty full of dirty pigs."
Nick Fury looked at Salomon's crisp black striped suit, ironed shirt collar, and blue handkerchief stuffed in his pocket, and he felt a bad premonition in his heart.
"I want you to help me get a place as a civil service trainee in Whitehall," Salomon said with a smile. "I want to learn from cabinet secretaries how to conspire, buck-pass, shirk responsibility, take bribes and incite mobs."
"You want to take control of the British government!?"
