Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 1730 The interrogation scene of the spy

Natasha sat astride Salomon's abdomen, holding an open tactical folding knife in front of him, as if she was going to cut Salomon's skin. This looked like a bloody interrogation scene, provided that Natasha and Salomon were both wearing clothes. "The interrogation will start now, boy." The red-haired female spy wore a satisfied smile, and her slightly hoarse voice deliberately slowed down. "You are a little too rough, now is my revenge time. Don't move, otherwise I don't know what I will do. If you can tell the truth honestly, I may be able to give you a little reward... Dinah, thank you, I just need a glass of iced orange juice."

"And a dry sheet." Salomon added, "You soiled the sheet."

Natasha Romanoff twisted her body in dissatisfaction, looking at Salomon as if she were a naughty high school student, but she was quickly subdued. Salomon grabbed her waist and pressed her back onto his abdominal muscles.

Dinah put the two glasses of orange juice from the tray on the bedside table.

She glanced coldly at the pocket knife in Natasha's hand, and after confirming that it could not pose a danger to its owner, she backed out of the bedroom without even saying hello, without even giving Natasha a glance. "Is she dissatisfied with me?" Natasha watched her leave, then turned her head and looked down at Salomon again, "Did I disturb her rest last night?"

"It was Dinah who dried you off after you passed out. That was the third time she entered the bedroom last night."

"The third time, how come I didn't know she had been in the bedroom?"

"You were like a crazy lioness at that time, scratching and clawing." Salomon felt the blade close to his chest. "What do you want to ask? I can reveal some not-so-confidential information."

"This is a benchmark question first. Don't try to trick me on such a simple question."

Natasha felt his large, rough hands wrapped around her slender waist, and his warm body temperature penetrated through her skin, making her heart beat faster and faster. A night of pleasure made her body sore all over, but she knew she couldn't resist this temptation again. If she didn't take advantage of her clear mind, she would have to wait until she was really exhausted tonight to get the answer. Natasha was not even sure if she could still think of the questions she had thought about before entering the villa. Now she just felt her legs weak... She now regretted that she had endured Salomon's whipping alone. She should have called Dinah or Wanda to come with her.

"Your current age, that's the first problem."

Natasha's voice trembled slightly, because she felt Salomon's palm stroking upwards, "You revealed to Nick Fury that you were conducting experiments related to time. There is definite intelligence that the Immortal City and the Sky Sword Space Station organized a solar system rescue mission, and the rescue targets are related to the branch of the Pegasus Project. The rescue team has returned from the edge of the solar system, but you and your Guard Order have not appeared in front of the public. There is reason to suspect that you did not return with the rescue team..."

"So Nick Fury deduced that I time traveled?"

"The most important evidence is the old photo of the Connor family. You are wearing cowboy clothes and have a mustache. This cannot be hidden from SHIELD's facial recognition intelligence. You returned to Earth, but not with the sky carrier and your robot army. Instead, you appeared more than a hundred years ago. Isn't this enough to prove the problem?" Natasha Romanoff slapped away the hand that climbed up. "If you want to get the reward, you must answer the questions, Salomon."

"About eight thousand years old. You need to ask Dinah for the exact number. I'm too lazy to remember it."

Natasha Romanov took a deep breath. She had imagined that the answer would not exceed three digits, but the fact was that the man in front of her had lived for more than four digits, which meant that he had witnessed the origin of human civilization. "Then why did our world have... for example, World War I and World War II."

"This is not the level of questions you should ask, Natasha."

"I'm not stupid enough to imagine that you would kill the young Führer." Natasha said with a smile, "I think there must be some reasons beyond the imagination of normal people that prevent you from doing something to change the established history."

"I want to return to this world and make sure that nothing has changed before the time jump. I have to maintain what has happened, promote things that must happen but have not happened, and play important roles in history. Destiny is a web of curtains between the material universe and endless possibilities. It maintains the stability of the material universe through choices. Every choice will extend to countless possibilities. Every possibility will extend to countless choices. Even if you look behind the curtain, you can't see the results of each possibility. No one can be sure whether doing a good thing will lead to a worse outcome."

Salomon patted her hips. "The world now is the best possible one. It has infinite possibilities instead of falling into complete corruption. In addition, the world I live in belongs to this timeline, so I must protect it. More importantly, this timeline gives me many opportunities to conduct social experiments, accumulate experience, exercise skills, summarize experience, and find a social system that can adapt to future humans."

"You can tell me about the history. You know, I'm very interested in it."

"No, you don't want to. This is the mission Nick Fury gave you." Salomon said, "Tell me what you are really interested in, Natasha."

"You haven't appeared in public for more than two months. Do you know how the CIA determined this?" Natasha Romanoff said with interest. "They plan to launch a propaganda campaign and bribe the media, claiming that you are a holographic projection and robot created by Victor von Doom."

"They intend to persuade NATO allies to attack Yugoslavia, or instigate Romania to rebel." Salomon made a casual guess. Looking at Natasha's slightly surprised expression, he explained, "For Europe and North America, the power of the emperor is far greater than that of ordinary nuclear bombs. The premise of many trade treaties signed by Yugoslavia today is that the emperor will not lead troops to appear in their borders for no reason. The CIA and the White House hope that NATO allies can attack Yugoslavia, so they must weaken the fear brought by the image of the 'emperor', at least to deceive the ignorant proletarian civilians so that they have the courage to go to the front line and point their guns at the glittering golden giant. This is what the European NATO allies want to see - it is foreseeable that the next step is to vilify and slander the emperor, which is a traditional propaganda method of Christianity. It won't be long before we can see the emperor's funny cartoons published in traditional media."

Natasha pursed her lips, "You definitely wouldn't have thought of this before the time jump."

"According to my ID, I'm only 21 years old now," Salomon said. "By the way, the cartoonist's name is Klingberg, which sounds like a Jew. The contents of the next ten issues of satirical cartoons are all kept in the first bookcase on the left side of the study. These are the cartoons I worked hard to complete. The Washington Post offered more than four thousand dollars to publish one issue a week."

"Why do you draw a caricature of yourself?" Natasha asked with wide eyes in surprise.

"What is the connection between the comics satirizing the 'Emperor' and the Avengers 'King Arthur'? Don't forget, I am still the most mysterious 'King Arthur' in the Avengers. Apart from the members of the Avengers, not many people in this world know the relationship between King Arthur and the Emperor." Salomon sat up and hugged Natasha in his arms, "I'm waiting for NATO to launch the attack first. Only in this way will I have an excuse to fight back and annex land. Before the coming crisis, I must solve the internal problems of the earth." The pocket knife fell to the ground.

Natasha Romanov trembled all over, hugged Salomon's neck tightly, and completely forgot that she had only asked an insignificant question. In the evening, she enjoyed the sauna to relax her muscles, and wrapped in a bath towel and lay on the soft lounge chair by the steaming pool, lazy like a sleeping fox. When she woke up, Natasha realized that Salomon's answer was too shocking. Her idea of ​​trying to touch the truth step by step was declared bankrupt from the beginning. Salomon, who had lived for 8,000 years, was completely different from Salomon, who had lived for 21 years. Her idea was seen through from the beginning.

Although she spent most of her time enjoying sex, Natasha Romanoff still completed the psychological profile. She could feel that Salomon must have experienced a lot of special things. The worldview of the disguised civilized world in the 21st century seemed out of place to him. Salomon only lived for 20 years in the 21st century, and then lived on the earth from 6,000 BC to the present. The 20 years of the 21st century definitely did not have as much impact on his outlook on life as the later 8,000 years. Although she believed that Salomon at the age of 21 and Salomon at the age of 8,000 were the same person, the avenger "King Arthur" she knew, Salomon at the age of 8,000 would have a more direct view.

This is simply the real-life version of "The Man from Earth".

Salomon had already come up with this idea before the time jump. Tony Stark and Steve Rogers were quite opposed to it. They both thought that Salomon's idea was too cruel. After all, the bloody reality was not acceptable to everyone. Even Steve Rogers, who had participated in World War II, found it difficult to accept.

Now, Salomon, who is now standing on a higher time scale, looks at the relationship between countries in the 21st century, and his ideas will only be more cruel and primitive. A simple example. Before World War II, European countries occupied land and supported regimes through military colonization. After World War II, capitalist countries used economic means to colonize and support regimes. This is a more advanced form of exploitation, but Salomon was able to skim off the foam called politics floating on the hot soup of humanity and point directly to the meta-rule of violence.

He does not accept protests and marches, he does not accept negotiations, and he disdains to cover up with high-sounding words. He will conquer with swords and guns, wipe out the enemy's writings and history with fire, sow the rebels' land with salt, and force the conquered to accept his civilization. Compared with the secretive human rights conventions, he is the one who truly treats different human races equally - he forces everyone equally, just like the Roman Empire before Christ, forcing the conquered lands to implement Roman laws and accept Roman rule - this is a cruel and practical philosophy of survival, pointing directly to the essence of civilization. True peace comes from war, and true integration comes from the sword. This is a painful reality that modern humans cannot truly accept.

Natasha knew that although humans today claim to have civilization, in Salomon's eyes there is no difference between humans today and humans eight thousand years ago. Civilization is just a disguise. Ever since the first bonfire was lit by human ancestors, the tone of this world has always been killing and reproduction. Only true unification can quell the endless internal friction among humans. If the crisis that Salomon said is real, then a loose Earth will definitely not be able to fight against the fleet from the universe. She did not show obvious disgust like Tony Stark or Steve Rogers, because this set of ideas was the result of the psychological experts formed by Nick Fury to study Salomon. Except for Nick Fury and Salomon himself, she knew this set of ideas earlier than anyone else.

The maid carrying the food tray appeared in front of Natasha at the right time.

"Where is your master, Dinah?" Natasha looked up and asked the maid. She didn't really think of Dinah as a servant, because this android knew Salomon better than she did. She pointed to the plate and said, "It's dinner time now, and he said he would have dinner with me. Where is he?"

"You don't have the authority." Dinah replied coldly.

"What are my rights?" Natasha tilted her head, her red hair scattered on her wet shoulders. It was June, and the average temperature in Texas in the evening was only 21 degrees Celsius. Coupled with the heat from the steaming swimming pool, Natasha wrapped in a bath towel felt unusually comfortable. "Can I use the sauna and spa as I please?"

"You can ask questions." Dinah held the tray, motionless.

"Can you answer honestly?" Natasha smiled slyly.

Dinah might be a better breakthrough point, at least the cold maid doesn't bother to lie.

“You can get the answers you can know.”

Natasha stroked her belly under the towel. Salomon had promised her this several years ago, and it was not through the scientific means she had imagined, but with a simple snap of fingers and a blink of an eye, her injured body was healed. This was a miracle, and Natasha even felt younger, and the bones that had been broken and healed no longer felt sore.

Now she could feel the seeds in her body taking root and sprouting.

"Can I have his child?"

"It's difficult for powerful genes to combine, and talents will only annihilate each other." Dina said, "You are a mortal, your genes may be able to combine with the master's genes."

"You mean, I'll have his child, and that child will have his gifts?"

"I didn't say that." Dinah put down the plate, and Natasha felt that she was looking at her critically, like a butcher looking at a piece of meat to be slaughtered. "The master has had mortal children, and they did not show any special talents."

"He had children? That's right, after all, he lived so long. Can you tell me what his child's name was?"

Dinah hesitated, unsure whether she should reveal this information.

"Some children survived, and some died, but they were all forgotten. What is certain is that they did not inherit any obvious talents. I can't tell you everything, Natasha, but you should give birth to a child to inherit this family. All the assets of this family are prepared for you, including a family that has served for generations. It all belongs to you."

"A name, Dinah, that's my request. I won't tell anyone, that's my promise."

"If you want a name, Telemachus, this is the only name I can give you."