Solomon in Marvel

Solomon hadn't been lying to Stephanie—he was very busy.

Lately, he had been leading a team of fully armed artificial humans to follow up on hundreds of intelligence leads provided by the AI.

Finch and Reese were too preoccupied with their campaign against corrupt NYPD officers to handle these investigations, leaving the burden entirely on Solomon.

The AI had identified another artificial intelligence operating at a similar level of sophistication, and the key to tracking it down lay in keeping one brain-damaged man—currently under surveillance by intelligence agencies—alive and unconscious.

Reaching him undetected was incredibly difficult.

But Solomon managed.

Without attracting Finch's or Reese's attention, he personally verified the man's health—ensuring that no one, not even his wife, saw him.

But that wasn't all that was taking up Solomon's time.

Lately, Nick Fury had been acting unusually restless.

The SHIELD director had repeatedly summoned Solomon to the Triskelion, but Solomon sensed bad intentions.

The SHIELD headquarters was a blind spot for his AI's surveillance—something the AI deeply regretted.

"I'm sorry, I can't assist you there."

Solomon didn't blame it.

But he did have concerns about the true extent of the AI's intelligence.

Coincidentally, the Eternal City had recently produced a new artillery prototype, now equipped with a semi-automatic loading system, and it needed live testing.

So, when Solomon stepped into SHIELD headquarters—

A massive artillery cannon, taller than a man, lay in concealed position within a nearby forest—aimed directly at Nick Fury's office.

The Sisters had already loaded the shells.

They were ready to fire at any moment.

They weren't concerned for their master's safety.

But that didn't mean they wouldn't unleash absolute destruction on anyone who dared to threaten him.

To them, such blasphemous acts were unforgivable.

No Sister would ever allow it to go unpunished.

"I know what you've been investigating."

Nick Fury, uncharacteristically generous, pushed a thick stack of files across the table.

Perhaps because he finally had an intelligence advantage, he didn't hesitate to share.

"Samaritan."

"The project you're chasing was shut down by Congress in 2005. Its code was erased. There's nothing left."

"Is that why you dragged me here?"

Solomon casually flipped through the files—

But in reality, he was using magic to read them in detail.

Even the pages he hadn't opened—

He knew exactly what was written on them.

Then, under Fury's suspicious gaze, Solomon reached beneath the stack—

And pulled out a thin manila envelope from the bottom.

"Damn, you should play Bingo. Should I be glad SHIELD hasn't caught you cheating casinos yet?"

Fury leaned back.

"I called you here for something else."

"An abandoned AI project isn't the issue."

"The issue is the idea behind it—an AI capable of monitoring and predicting crime, stopping it before it happens."

"What do you think of that?"

"The fact that you're asking my opinion means you're already doing it."

Solomon smirked.

"At the very least, you're planning to."

"Or—more likely—you already did, and no one knows yet."

He leaned back in his chair.

"I'm not a law student."

"I only have basic knowledge of computer science."

"I study physics and astronomy."

"Besides—since when does SHIELD care about crime rates?"

"Isn't that supposed to be a police problem?"

"SHIELD is—"

"Alright, alright—let's skip the bullshit."

Solomon smirked.

"Remember that NYPD strike a few years ago?"

"When the cops walked off the streets—crime rates dropped to a historic low."

"Even in Black neighborhoods, crime decreased."

"Maybe you should fire all police officers—then crime wouldn't happen."

"Cut the crap!"

"Fine."

Solomon shrugged.

"If you want security, you have to sacrifice some freedom."

"I'm not some democracy-brainwashed idiot who thinks 'freedom' is the highest value."

Nick Fury chose to ignore that particular jab.

"Americans are terrified of crime, yet they refuse to install surveillance cameras everywhere."

"Weak politicians fear losing votes, so they only install cameras in rich neighborhoods."

"Meanwhile, police won't respond to calls from poor communities."

"So do whatever the hell you want—because a crime-predicting AI won't solve this problem."

"This is a systemic issue—no machine can fix it."

"Sorry—"

Solomon glanced at his vibrating phone.

"That wasn't directed at you. You're very important."

"Why are you talking to your phone?"

"Nothing."

Solomon handed the files back.

Then, he picked up the cup of tea Maria Hill had brought him—

And drank it in one go.

The fact that she had personally served tea was... unusual.

Maria Hill's attitude toward Solomon was always cold.

This time, she had voluntarily brought him tea.

That was suspicious.

"If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

"You'll never meet someone as patient as me again, Fury."

"Are you sure you want to leave now?"

Nick Fury stood as well.

"You've already guessed what I'm working on."

"Aren't you at least curious to see it for yourself?"

"Oh, so you're inviting me to see your Fully Automated High-Altitude Mass Execution Machine?"

Solomon's mocking tone made Fury's heart skip a beat.

That term—

It struck a nerve.

Because it was too accurate.

If Solomon was referring to the Insight Project's Helicarriers—

Then Fury had to admit—

That nickname was alarmingly fitting.

"Damn prophecies. How does he know everything?"

"Well? What are we waiting for?"

Solomon stood up.

"During the French Revolution, King Louis XVI personally designed the guillotine."

"Back then, it could only execute forty to fifty people a day."

"I'm sure your big toy is far more efficient."

"Come on—show me how much wisdom has gone into this modern high-tech guillotine."

Later…

"Mater, why are you so happy?"

Tita, walking behind Solomon, sensed his unusual excitement through their soul connection.

Ever since leaving SHIELD Headquarters, Solomon's mood had been elevated.

Not just because SHIELD's designs perfectly aligned with his own love for massive war machines—

But because—

He had already planned how to seize those resources for himself.

Within Hydra—

The Nazi faction was the most well-developed.

Malick's political influence was strong—

But when it came to military-industrial power, he was far behind figures like Alexander Pierce.

Even Gideon Malick's former World Security Council seat had been gifted to him by Pierce—

A mere pawn placement for future manipulation.

Of course—

Even after Hydra fumbled the ball during the Battle of New York—

America's "democracy" meant that the man who authorized a nuclear strike—

Could still walk away unscathed.

Solomon smirked.

"Because we're about to get an aircraft carrier."

"Maybe even a few bonus planes."

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