As the night wore on, Sean sat alone in the conference room, keeping a close eye on Dr. Doom's conquest from a long distance with the help of the ubiquitous Skynet awareness.

"Doom is out of control?" Skynet's mechanically cold voice rang out.

It ended a brief phone call with Victor Doom, who, instead of following through the original plan, was the first to provoke local gangsters and warlord leaders by robbing a box of weapons-grade plutonium, an essential raw material for the nuclear industry and fission material for nuclear fuel and nuclear weapons.

"He's doing something dangerous." Skynet judged.

According to the International Atomic Energy Agency, uranium-235 or plutonium-239 is 92%-93% pure and can cause a nuclear explosion when it reaches a certain amount. It is generally believed that a nuclear explosive device can be made from 6-9 kilograms of weapons-grade plutonium and 12-16 kilograms of uranium.

With the good lessons and scientific talent that Victor Doom has received, there is no problem in using weapons-grade plutonium refined by electrolysis to create a small nuclear bomb with enough lethality.

"Does Doom have any explanation for this?" Sean didn't show a surprised expression, as if he was extremely relieved about Dr. Doom after personality indoctrination and memory modification.

"He thinks that the plan we have developed is too slow, and that it will take at least three or four years to fully enter the core of power in Latvia, and that is when everything goes well."

Hearing Skynet's answer, Sean raised his eyebrows, he regarded Magneto, who went to Africa, and Dr. Doom, who returned to Latvia, as idle moves, and did not expect them to play a role immediately, but just wanted to slowly expand their territory.

All the energy of young people is currently focused on the development and growth of the North American continent in order to meet the arrival of the cosmic overlord and the Zetari army, which is the great crisis that will determine the direction of this world.

"In fact, Doom is right, if he wants to move quickly, our plans are indeed too slow - can Dr. Doom offer a better solution?"

Sean didn't think it was wrong, he just created a new personality for the original Victor Doom, and he didn't completely brainwash it, so it's not surprising that the other party has his own ideas.

"I need a ruthless conqueror, not a submissive puppet, and the self-thinking and cognitive Doctor Doom will be of greater use to me - if I want to brainwash an absolutely obedient robot, there is no need to choose Victor Doom and spend so much time and energy on him."

"Sir, are you creating a threat to yourself?" Skynet was still puzzled, "Victor Doom, he's going to be a tiny variable." ”

Judging by the thinking of artificial intelligence, any variable should be strangled in the cradle, or become a controllable existence, otherwise according to chaos theory, uncontrolled variables will eventually lead to a huge difference in the results obtained.

A well-circulated ballad makes a vivid interpretation of this -

There is a missing iron nail, and a horseshoe is lost. Missing a horseshoe and losing a war horse. Lost a war horse and lost a battle. Lost a battle, lost a country.

Sean put his hands behind his head, a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, and said softly, "It's a little more interesting, isn't it?" ”

"What's more, with your presence, Dom wants to become the uncrowned king of Latvia and establish a mechanical kingdom, how can he be without the help of Skynet? Is the first generation of metal bionic robots built? ”

"Mr. Ivan Vanke has made the first prototype of a new composite material that combines a hard metal with a soft foam rubber that can be converted between the two properties, including bismuth, indium and tin, mixed with porous silicon foam, which is soaked in a molten alloy and then placed in a vacuum, so that the gas in the foam pores disappears and is replaced by an alloy ......"

"The melting point of this alloy is very low, and when the temperature exceeds the melting point, it melts, and the resulting new material becomes very flexible. When the material cools, it becomes more rigid, but it can still bend at will. Mr. Ivan Vanke is ready to refine it to create a second-generation machine in a liquid metal that can be transformed at will, with the hardness of a superalloy. ”

Sean was stunned for a moment, as if he remembered something interesting, and said with a smile: "Name this robot 'Terminator', as long as Victor Doom obtains the domination of Latvia, mass-produces machines, and then kicks those local gangsters and warlords away, he will be the uncrowned king of that land." ”

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In Latvia, in a prestigious palace in the heart of the city, the sparkling Schlowaldsch crystal chandelier hangs from the tall dome, the golden hall is illuminated, the white silk table mats are topped by colorful plates, and the gloved waiter takes out a glass of red wine and slowly pours it into a goblet.

Bonucci, the owner of this majestic palace, known to the people of Latvia as the "Prime Minister's Palace", was the center of power in the country, and Bonucci, as the owner of the palace, finished his dinner, wiped his mouth with a napkin under his collar, and glanced calmly at the warlord leader beside him, with a hint of disdain in his eyes.

"Do you know how much effort and promises I wasted to get that box of weapons-grade plutonium from the leaders of the parties supported by Western forces? I gave it to you in exchange for more new weapons, helicopters, tanks, artillery shells...... But you screwed up. ”

Lazio's fierce face was drenched in cold sweat, and if he hadn't wanted to maintain the last bit of dignity, he would have wanted to kneel down and lick the other's shoes, and beg for forgiveness in the most humble gesture.

Latvia does not have a king in the true sense of the word, and as the leader of the majority party, the prime minister is the most powerful person in the country, let alone a warlord like Lazio, even the old aristocracy standing behind him, does not dare to offend easily.

"Twenty-four hours, bring back that box of weapon-grade plutonium, as for the guy who came out of nowhere, you can dispose of it at will, I don't care if he's a daring outlaw or mercenary, just solve the trouble."

Bonucci took off his napkin, he can sit in today's position, in addition to his own ability, of course, he can't do without the support of those old nobles, but any mature politician who wants to do more can't be willing to be a puppet on the table.

If you want to gain the support of the people and seek more rights and development, you have to make a separation from the old aristocracy who only know how to ask for benefits, otherwise when you are unwilling to obey, they can support another person to come to power.

In recent years, the contradictions between the political parties and the old aristocracy have become increasingly acute, and both sides are waiting for an opportunity, although they maintain good cooperation on the surface, but secretly they are accumulating strength to eradicate the other in one fell swoop.

A warlord like Lazio, who takes the opportunity to move between the two camps and seeks profits, is a country full of such opportunists, who think they are extremely smart, but in fact, once they stand on the wrong team, they will lose everything, and they will lose everything.

Bonucci had been in contact with the vast organization entrenched in Eastern Europe, and instead of letting the rotten old men drag the country to hell, it would be better to make a deal directly with the devil, the mysterious force marked by Hydra, who had a surprisingly large appetite, but at least they were sincere.

The human enhancement potion that had just been rolled out by the U.S. military, the new energy weapon from Ambrera, and the box of weapons-grade plutonium...... This was enough for Bonucci to raise a group of his own private forces.

"The future of this country cannot be buried in the hands of a group of old guys."

Drove Lazio away, although he was only a vulgar warlord leader, but he did have enough influence in Latvia.

Bonucci walked unhurriedly into his office study, outside which eight trained professional bodyguards stood guard in a magnificent building known as the "Prime Minister's Palace", which was heavily guarded and heavily defended, probably the most dangerous and safe place in the country.

Bonucci, who was sitting in the chair, did not turn on the light, the dark environment was conducive to active thinking, he supported his chin with his hands, and cooperating with Hydra was just to drive the tiger and devour the wolf, and if he wanted to become the sole ruler of Latvia, he needed more careful planning.

As the powerful Prime Minister was thinking about national affairs, a figure emerged from the shadows, and the dark green cloak brought a hint of wind, like a ghost.

"Good evening, Prime Minister." With a metallic cold sound, a steel mask reflecting cold light poked out.

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