As one of the "collections" of the goddess of wisdom, Athena is not generally strict with Salomon's external image, which is why she finds fault with the casually dressed mystic. From shampoo to nails, everything must satisfy the goddess of wisdom. This apartment contains Salomon's entire wardrobe, which is filled with expensive clothes and accessories selected for him by the Goddess of Wisdom, such as Athena's custom-made golden laurel lapel pin and silver pocket watch chain.
Wisdom dressed Salomon as she pleased like a little girl dressing a doll. Salomon changed into a crisp wide-striped suit at Athena's place, and then cast a spell to fix his hair back at the goddess's urging.
"Too fierce." When Athena put on Salomon's glasses, she shook her head and rejected the outfit that took half an hour to choose. "I originally wanted you to be more elegant. Try a gray suit, or a looser black suit with a black tie?" She tugged at the gold laurel lapel pin on her tie, "It's too serious, you can't Wear this when negotiating with people.”
"I think my next trip should be about negotiation rather than negotiation." Salomon kissed Athena's cheek, "I need others to fear me."
"Who told you you can leave? Do you think I will let you go like this after I let you come? Do you know that I am worried about your health to the point where I can only eat Panda Express? You have to make it up to me!" Athena didn't She waved her hand patiently, as if she really couldn't eat the delicious food because she was worried about Salomon. But she still couldn't help laughing, "Let those mortals wait, let your maid wait here, you have to accompany me to have something to eat first - I recently saw a Japanese restaurant opened in New York It’s a barbecue restaurant. It happens that little Lorna is in class, so you can only accompany me. Just the two of us go, and you can drink some wine."
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"You went to a Japanese restaurant? I think I know where you went."
"As I said, I'm very private."
"I smell the aroma of charcoal fire and teriyaki sauce on you. I think anyone can guess where you went." Harold Finch looked around with a stiff neck, looking for opportunities to drive the car Turn left. After a while, he stretched his neck forward and turned the steering wheel to the left. "You may want to ask me where I want to take you... I want to be honest with you, Salomon, you are in big trouble. Now in New York The gangs are engaged in a new round of competition, and you have a hand in it. Now many gangs think you have joined the war. Although they don't know your name yet, they can't keep it secret for too long. "
"Why do you say that?" Salomon, wearing a wide striped suit, sat in the back seat and looked at his phone listlessly. Bayonetta and Joan of Arc are still on the desert island. After eating, Salomon is no longer interested in anything, including Harold Finch's extremely serious tone.
"Don't you know that all the gang leaders near where you live are dead?" Mr. Finch looked into Salomon's sleepy eyes through the rearview mirror. "Do you need to sober up?"
"How do I know? I don't care about the life or death of the gang leader." Salomon raised his eyes, and their eyes met through the rearview mirror. Suddenly, Harold Finch felt trance-like, as if what he was seeing were not human eyes. But this feeling soon disappeared, and Salomon looked away, returning to the feeling of boredom.
He had long known what the android army had done to ensure his safety, and Salomon had no intention of blaming them at all. They are loyal good girls, but they are just a little overzealous, and Salomon really doesn't care at all about the life and death of those gangster scum. A dead cat on the roadside can touch him more than those scum.
The car had already left New York City and was approaching the small town of Ossining, forty kilometers north of New York City. That small town has the famous Star Prison, which houses serious criminals. The prison's guard force is more than three times that of an ordinary prison. All guards have undergone rigorous training, and the nine-meter-high wall that is surrounded by electricity blocks prison escapes. possibility.
The man whom Mr. Finch wished to visit with Salomon was imprisoned in that prison.
"I originally thought you wanted to see me because of that machine." Salomon said in a deep voice, "Don't you care about that machine? I handed over some industrial facilities to it, and it can now produce weapons and equipment on its own. ”
Mr. Finch was startled by the sudden news and took a deep breath. "I believe it. That machine is still operating according to the underlying logic I set." He said, "Maybe you are as trusted by that machine as Miss Groves, but compared to her, you are not Understand how that machine works. And this matter has nothing to do with that machine. Your problem needs to be solved urgently.”
"Where is Mr. Reese? Isn't he your Batman?" He asked while looking at the phone. "Also, don't try to hack into my phone. Mr. Finch, you can close the program. I am concerned about privacy. Take it very seriously.”
"I'm helping you solve your problem." Mr. Finch parked the car in the parking lot and turned off the engine. "Someone wants your life," he said. "You can't hide for your whole life. You don't know who your enemy is."
"Since we are all in Ossining, I don't mind going in with you. Don't use such boring reasons to meet me next time, Mr. Finch." After Salomon got out of the car, he cast his eyes towards the dazzling sky. . To ordinary people, they were just two small black dots that were almost invisible in the sun, but Salomon knew that they were two heavily armed members of the Sisterhood. He also knew how hot it was inside that piece of power armor.
The two androids had been following Salomon and Athena since they came back from the Japanese barbecue restaurant. When Salo got into Harold Finch's car, they were jumping on top of tall buildings. They didn't activate the Wings of Steel until they left the city and there were no tall buildings to serve as a foothold or shelter. Modules rise into the sky.
He straightened his suit and followed Mr. Finch past the guards. He was inevitably a little disappointed not to see Root or Samn Xiao. Both of them were key executors marked by artificial intelligence. Especially Root, or Ms. Groves, Salomon really cherished her talent. The reason why he agreed to the artificial intelligence to protect Root's life was because he hoped to recruit that woman.
But now she is imprisoned in the library by Harold Finch, and it is difficult to get her out without using violent means.
The reason why artificial intelligence is quiet is because it has fallen into the trap of ethics and morals that only humans have. This operation consumes a lot of its computing power - it regards Harold Finch as its creator, and it absolutely does not want Harold Finch to be violently harmed.
"Who do we want to see?" Salomon took his coat from the guard after being examined. "No one I know is in jail," he said, "and I don't think anyone in jail would know about me."
"I don't think he doesn't know your name, his name is Elijah."
