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Chapter 297 Contract Salesman Salomon

Salomon's words made Mr. Finch feel suffocated. He didn't believe in fate, and neither did the fat engineering geek in a blue T-shirt. Just as he was about to scream, Samn Xiao used

With the gun pointed at his head, he could only swallow the scream back into his stomach.

"I think he should also know about this, Finch." Mr. Reese said softly in a useful bass, "I don't know how he found here, but after he appeared here, he has nothing to do with this matter.

We can’t escape the relationship.”

Samn Shaw glanced at Mr. Reese and then at Mr. Finch. Harold Finch took a deep breath before telling the secret mage the whole story. Because the matter was very complicated, Mr. Finch

I can only make a long story short - to put it simply, Mr. Finch created a system that can monitor all data on the network and make judgments about who will cause major disasters, and send this data to a system that can handle these events.

The corresponding departments. For example, S.H.I.E.L.D., the National Security Agency, the CIA, and the Federal Security Service.

This is a small backdoor built by Mr. Finch to receive "irrelevant data" that would otherwise be cleared, that is, ordinary people's data. Originally, these data would be cleared after 0 o'clock every day, but Finch

Mr. Qi kept these data because of his companions who died before. The reason why Mr. Reese found Salomon in the first place was because the system gave Mr. Finch Salomon's social security number.

The AI ​​apparently didn't expect Salomon to be a wizard either.

Since the 9/11 incident, the U.S. government has been developing something that can monitor networks around the world. All intelligence organizations have participated in it. The so-called Prism Project was just the most failed one. The system that was finally adopted was

Created by Mr. Finch and his companions - a system that can think for itself, an artificial intelligence, a electronic god.

In the world of the Internet, this artificial intelligence is omnipotent. Mr. Finch designed this system to be watertight. After Mr. Finch and his companions handed over the server, the National Security Agency tried to hack into the system several times but failed.

In the end, even many staff members who had participated in the server transfer were brutally silenced by the secret service organization.

And this place is the last known location of the artificial intelligence server. The artificial intelligence has moved itself, and no one knows where it is. Because Mr. Finch was worried that this artificial intelligence could be abused, he wrote a virus to let this artificial intelligence

Artificial intelligence is completely free.

And that virus was the reason why Mr. Reese betrayed the CIA. During the mission to seize the virus, he was betrayed by the organization.

Artificial intelligence has gotten rid of all the restrictions imposed on it by its creator, Mr. Finch, and the information it can output is no longer limited to social security account numbers. After hearing this story, Salomon's heart almost stopped. He could not imagine that in this

In a messy world, what consequences will an artificial intelligence with its own ideas have? Think about Ultron...

No, maybe this thing is really useful. Thinking of this, Salomon's eyes began to look a little strange. His organization just needs a system that can coordinate the overall situation, a perfect source of intelligence. Could this be the revelation of fate?

mean?

"I know what you want to say, artificial intelligence! I know, I didn't believe it at first." Samn Xiao, who has Middle Eastern descent, nodded very familiarly, "But I think that thing is not bad, you understand

If you use the Internet, you will understand. I know that life in a cave is not that convenient, I have experienced it."

"Is there moss growing on me, Ms. Xiao? I am a wizard, not a primitive person."

"Is there any difference? It is said that mobile phones are not allowed in the magic world..."

"Okay, okay, our topic is not this..." Harold interrupted the increasingly outrageous topic in time.

"Your work is more powerful than the artificial intelligence of the Stark Group, Mr. Harold." Salomon pulled his thoughts back. He knew that although there are always some exaggeratedly smart people in this world, only one person can

He was able to write an artificial intelligence that was still able to run on old hardware from a few years ago. This completely shows that Mr. Finch is as smart as Tony Stark. Of course, Mr. Finch did not tell Sarah

There is still a lot of information about Lomon. For example, his identity as an ancient programmer, and his contribution to the birth of today's Internet.

If Salomon knew, he might ask Mr. Finch to help him assemble a computer with the best performance to play games, and help him optimize the annoying Windows system.

"It's just a matter of permissions. When we were developing this machine, the National Security Agency gave us a lot of permissions... Even if they didn't give it to us, this machine would be able to do this. All in all, now is not a good time to talk.

, we have wasted a lot of time..."

However, even though Mr. Finch tried to simplify the facts, they still spent so much time explaining what happened that when NSA agents broke into the nuclear facility, Mr. Reese had just finished dealing with the kneeling man.

The wound of the woman on the ground. Until now, Salomon still doesn't know who this woman is. She seems to have lost her soul, saying nothing, and not even frowning when treating the wound.

"resemble."

"You should have done it more neatly when you killed me, Hersh."

The scene where master and apprentice meet is not touching at all. Both sides want to put bullets into each other's brains.

"I know this is nothing compared to the catastrophic scene in front of me, but I thought you wouldn't be a traitor, Xiao."

Samn Shaw used to work for a special agent organization of the US National Security Agency. The main task of that special agent organization was to solve the numbers given by artificial intelligence, that is, to eliminate those terrorist organizations that would cause major disasters - until she

His former partner discovered something suspicious in a certain mission, and after sending a letter to his superior, he was brutally silenced. Samn Shaw also betrayed the organization called "Northern Lights."

The person who just said those words was Samn Xiao's former boss.

"In this situation, it's a bit too much to say this." Somehow, Samn Shaw's tone often contained some harsh elements, and Salomon felt that he should be able to get along well with this woman.

——In fact, he quite likes this sense of humor.

"What do you want?" The female agent raised her eyebrows and asked her former boss.

"Have a few words with your new friend." The official, who had the worrying hairstyle common to middle-aged and elderly white people, looked at Harold, "I always knew there was someone behind Ingram, like a black hole.

.Invisible, but extremely powerful. Tell me, where did you move the machine?"

"It moved away on its own," Mr. Finch responded calmly.

"So who's controlling it?"

"Right now, it's controlling itself."

"Those numbers, will it continue to be given to us?"

"Then it's up to the machine to decide."

"If this cannot continue, our country will be left defenseless..."

Hearing this, Salomon couldn't help laughing. "Sir, you can't let the military hear what you said." The mystic mage showed his inappropriate sense of humor, "Although they are useless, at least they are still

Created a giant green monster."

"An uncontrollable monster, like other monsters in the Battle of New York, our country cannot be defended by a group of free people." The official was not angry, and he moved his eyes to Salomon. The mystic is this

The one with the most conspicuous clothing among the group - the crimson holy cloth with seven silver buckles is very eye-catching, not to mention the huge silver key on his chest and the sparkling gemstone ring on his finger.

"Sorry, are you..."

"One of the freaks you just mentioned." The Mystic Mage shrugged and took out a few pieces of parchment from his pocket. "Do you want to sign a contract? Everyone who signed it said yes, I promise. To be honest, I

If I were the devil, I might be the one who gets promoted the fastest."


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