The android maid has not been home for several days. Bayonetta urged Salomon to bring the lovely android maid back from the secret base early in the morning. Today Salomond had to have lunch in Oxford, and in the afternoon he had to ride a bicycle to the Bodleian Library to search for some historical materials. He could only return to New York for dinner.
Without the help of the maid, the witches' lunch would only be the cold cuts left over from yesterday. As for the Hawaiian pizza option, Joan of Arc and Bayonetta tacitly ignored it.
"I will." Salomon leaned forward and kissed Bayonetta's smooth back. There were still kiss marks left on her fair skin from last night, her smooth long hair like dark clouds curled up on her shoulders, and a thin bright-colored blanket was draped on her lazily curled thighs. There were black laces hanging on her toes, and Salomon was once again intoxicated by the charming curves of her spine and perfect waist-to-hip ratio.
"What do you want to eat today?" He held the witch's slender waist with one hand and placed his other hand on her flat belly. Salomon asked softly in her ear without attracting Joan's attention, "Would you like some Japanese food? How about salmon sushi?"
"Then the dinner should be sumptuous." Bayonetta said sleepily, her tone full of chuckles and lust, "Go early and come back early, my dear."
"I have to go back to New York early today." Salomon informed the android maid.
"Master, the training of the android army has not been completed yet." Dinah looked very eager to return to the apartment, but at the same time, she also attached great importance to the tasks assigned by Salomon. The two responsibilities pulled her at the same time, making this single-digit age android maid very entangled. Fortunately, Salomon, as the leader, temporarily dismissed Dinah from her duties in the Eternal City - "Training can be done at any time." He said, "But it won't do if it makes the dear witch unhappy."
Even so, the android maid tried to show Salomon the results of this period.
The Wakandans equip each android with a standard long sword, and those long swords made of vibranium are indestructible. Paired with the bolters and force feedback power armor issued by Salomon, ten android maids can easily win a low-intensity war.
At the same time, Shuri, the royal princess of Wakanda, seemed to disdain the reactor installed in Stark's power backpack. She tentatively modified the system of the power backpack and made it modular. Therefore, when Salomon came to the Eternal City again after almost a month, he saw the modular design Su Rui added to the power backpack-two steel wings that can shoot flames and a main body installed on the front of the power backpack. Thruster, any power backpack can be equipped with this module.
Although this flying device not only improves mobility, it also consumes a lot of energy and shortens the continuous combat time of the android army. However, since the entire armor is modular in design, replacing the energy-depleted power backpack can solve the problem. .
"We usually use this flying device for training, Master." The android Dinah pointed to the observatory floating on the rock dome of the Eternal City. Now it is a place for android flight training, and they are also responsible for helping the Wakandans explore unknown areas of the Eternal City. Salomon can see the android legions streaking across the dark dome like red meteors. , flying towards the dark area that has not yet been overhauled.
"There's also swordsmanship training and live-fire shooting." Dinah gave each android a name. She took out a thick form, which showed the performance of each android when participating in swordsmanship training, live-fire shooting, flight training and even daily life. She selects extremely outstanding androids to serve as her subordinates and is responsible for managing the day-to-day affairs of the android army.
"You did a good job." Salomon briefly looked through the records. He was indescribably satisfied with Dinah's work. "You can bring a few artificial people you think are good to see the witch, and then let them Responsible for patrolling the area near the apartment. Something big will happen recently, and anything that will disturb the life of me and the witch is not allowed to go near that area."
"Is the alert level the highest?" Dinah asked.
Salomon nodded, who knew what trouble would happen when Hydra rebelled. "All armed forces are not allowed to approach," he said, "authority to kill is granted."
"I understand, Master." Dinah put away the form and continued to ask, "Don't you need to talk to the princess of Wakanda? She seems to have great objections to your genetic modification experiment."
"It's not her turn to question." Salomon didn't care. "This is a cooperation between their gods and me. Wakanda is not the country of the Wakanda royal family, but the country of Bastet. You have to raise objections. He also has to be the King of Wakanda, Bastet’s spokesperson.”
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"Okay, sir, I promise he won't find out." Natasha Romanoff, who was wearing a tight black leather jacket, was receiving mission information from her boss. Opposite the conference screen was Nick Fury's words. Unhappy face. Obviously, he was unhappy with Agent Romanov's distraction when he was listening to the mission briefing and playing with the stun device on his hand. However, this mission can only be carried out by Agent Romanoff to be foolproof. Nick Fury can only Pretending not to notice her little move.
She's a spy, and even though she's on a mission she directs and acts in, she's still responsible for the most ulterior aspects of the mission. But this time she didn't focus entirely on the mission.
"Are you really sure the other side doesn't need my help?" Natasha didn't specify who it was, but Nick Fury knew what she was talking about. "I think I have a pretty good relationship with that target," she said with a chuckle. "He's still a polite little boy!"
"He is not an ordinary little boy now, Agent Romanoff." The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. looked serious, "But I believe that the coursework at Oxford is enough to distract him, and there is no need to deliberately provoke him. Everyone knows that he What will happen when you focus on S.H.I.E.L.D., and his ideas are very dangerous, and I worry about him being used by the enemy."
"I will work on wooing him." Agent Romanov thought for a moment and said with hesitation, "But the effect of wooing him has become worse and worse in recent years. He didn't even look into my collar. Also. I don’t know if it’s shyness or something else, but I think it’s worth investigating.”
"Maybe it's because he has grown up." Nick Fury shrugged, "That's how boys become men, but don't underestimate your charm, Agent Romanoff. I believe Salomon Damonet is still very good. I like you, but don’t forget your long-term mission. You must remember to guide Steve Rogers on a date with the agent we arranged. But you must focus on this mission first, and you must not let anyone find out about you. The real purpose.”
"Yes, sir, I will." Agent Natasha Romanoff closed the laptop. She crossed her legs on the table and let out a long breath. A secret mission within a secret mission, the kind of job only the best spies can accomplish. She thought she had become a warrior, but she didn't expect that the secrets she didn't want to know were still chasing her.
She missed the tacos and wine in the dark, deserted restaurant. Although the food was very inconsistent, no one could eavesdrop or spy on her, and she was still very relaxed and happy during that short period of time.
She just hoped that the ticket Salomon gave would work.
