Marvel Magic Event Book

When Stark faced Harold Finch, he first asked him if he was the creator of the artificial intelligence. After receiving a positive answer, Tony Stark opened his wine cabinet and met Fincher. Mr. Qi shared the wine.This is the wine he uses to entertain famous people in academia. Only smart people can gain respect from him - this is a rare improvement. In the past, Stark had no intention of respecting others.

Although Mr. Finch agreed to Salomon's proposal, his companions arranged for an executive, Samn Shaw, to protect Mr. Finch in this strange place to ensure safety.Although she didn't know exactly what to do, for Mr. Finch's sake, she was sitting quietly at the bar eating a snack.

This also allowed her to safely get through the boring academic discussions between Mr. Finch and Stark, and she had a headache whenever she heard those words.

"What are you doing?" Ms. Samn Xiao picked up a piece of sashimi and stuffed it into her mouth. She asked vaguely to the mystic who was also sitting on the bar. "Are you serious?" When she came over and saw the content on the Mystic Master's computer, her expression looked like she was choked. "Are you doing your homework?"

"I'm still a student." Salomon did not turn around. He continued to write the paper on his computer. The camera on his laptop was stained with a piece of chewing gum paper. "If I didn't know about the machine, I would probably be writing my thesis in my room right now. But that's impossible because the machine will see my magic book."

"Oh my God, you're not one of those people who stood on the rooftop to protest against the invasion of privacy, are you?"

"of course not."

"Do you British middle schools still teach the Bible? Is this really not your history homework?" Samn Shaw curiously pointed at Salomon's screen, which was about the evangelical reform. discussion.The mystic moved to the other side, keeping his computer slightly away from Samn Xiao's soy sauce-stained fingers.

"You don't look British enough, you're not white enough, you're not red enough, you don't even have freckles on your face. You look like you're half Middle Eastern and half European."

"I am pure Abraham's blood. Let me take a look at you, Ms. Xiao."

"Then how did you come to America?"

"Where is Mr. Reese?" The mystic tried to divert Samn Xiao's attention with other topics so that she would not disturb the progress of his homework.

"There were new numbers, and Harold thought I wasn't suitable for the task because I was too rough. So John asked me to come here and Harold would pay." Samn Shaw laughed, seeming to say He was proud of his own brutal behavior.She turned around and stuffed herself with another cookie - thanks to Mr. Finch's suggestion, Salomon and Stark didn't know how to calm this lady down.

"Do you know Captain America?"

"Yes, it's not a pleasant time to get along."

"What about Thor?"

"More unpleasant."

"Where's Hawkeye?"

"Unfamiliar."

"Looks like you and Stark have a good relationship, you readers will get along better. As for Black Widow...she's so hot, I don't mind if she's open to women. The last one left in the Avengers Man, you won’t grow bigger or green. I can guess your identity with a simple elimination method. Salomon, you are the silver knight!” Samn Xiao licked his fingers and extended his hand to Salomon. Take action.Under the puzzled gaze of the mystic mage, she waved her palm again.

"Gun!" She raised her eyebrows, looking incredulous, "Don't you have a gun? John told me about your super big pistol! Take it out and show it to me!"

Salomon thought that he had taken things for granted before, that there was no way he could get along with this woman, that she was annoying him to death.

Mr. Finch seemed to have finished his discussion with Stark, and he was walking around in front of a row of computers, updating the firewall with the help of Jarvis, his lame leg not slowing down his work at all.

"Where did you find him, Salomon." Stark drank the last bit of wine in his glass. "He has deep research in programming. If we say who the creator of artificial intelligence is, he is He is the only one qualified. Although I don’t want to admit defeat, I have to admit that he is indeed better than me in this regard-maybe I can invite him to work with me?”

"I think this is unlikely. Harold would rather hide in the library than come out." Samn Xiao said vaguely. No one knew how much she had eaten.Stark caught a glimpse of her biceps and wisely kept his mouth shut.

Tony Stark was busy on the computer opposite, updating Jarvis.The important scientific and technological data of the Stark Group are protected by Jarvis and physically isolated. Tony Stark absolutely does not want his scientific and technological achievements to be stolen by others.

"I think you can trust my machine, Mr. Damonette. I created it to protect life, and I trained my machine to predict criminal activity so that even if it saw that information it would not leak it to others. Your concern is Redundant, Mr. Damonette, before this it will only give out numbers." Mr. Finch said, "And the firewall may not work, you must understand this, no matter how powerful the firewall is, it requires continuous maintenance. "

"Magic is not just words and patterns, Harold. Magic runes have an impact on anything that sees it." Salomon turned around in his chair, picked up a pen and wrote a rune on the printing paper.

"See that? Kenza."

He shook the paper, and then, in front of everyone's eyes, he said the meaning of the rune, and the printing paper spontaneously ignited away from the heat source. "This is the power of magic, Mr. Finch. It is not me who activates this rune, but you who know its meaning." Salomon stepped on the flame until the printing paper went out.He said, "There are some extremely dangerous contents in my magic materials. If your artificial intelligence wants to obtain a movable form - I have exactly this content on hand, and I also created it. I miss you You don’t want your machine to be able to execute commands on its own, do you, Mr. Finch?”

"You created the Terminator?" Samn's eyes widened.

"It's not that exaggerated. What I created is an alchemy doll, a synthetic person with human ecology and superhuman strength. This is not the same thing at all!" said the mystic. "In fact, you have already seen it. I believe Rise Sir, I must have asked you to investigate Dinah, my maid. That is the alchemy doll I created, the assistant who shares my life. If your machine has those equipment and materials, it is very likely that it can copy my previous process to create your own body.”

"You are so perverted! I can imagine what you thought of her!" Salomon moved aside again, because Ms. Samn Xiao seemed to want to hit him on the head with her fist.Although Samn could laugh, his reaction was a bit dull. Only anger seemed like a normal emotional expression.

"It's the alchemy assistant and the grocery maid, you stupid woman!" The mystic mage looked disdainful, "Am I like that kind of person? Go aside." Salomon turned to Harold again, "If you don't want to see you one day machine knocks on your door, you can only do this favor for me, Mr. Finch - provided that part of the information has not been obtained by your machine."

"It's over." Samn Xiao slumped in his chair, "I think the machine should have already obtained that part of the information. This is how it is played in the movies."

"I don't know when you became so pessimistic, Ms. Xiao, I am working harder!"