Eight hundred and seventieth eight chapters starry (twenty-three)
"What's going on??? My people in the solar system development program told me that those agents are working like crazy! Oh my god! When have you ever seen them working more than four days a week?!"
In a conference room, a young congressman slammed the table and said: "Don't tell me that they were inspired by Nick Fury in heaven. Will they still stop after he dies?!"
"Don't get excited, Freddy." An older politician leaned back in his chair and said, "They couldn't have been inspired by Nick Fury. When Fury was here, these people only did two jobs a day. Things, drinking coffee and checking their insurance factors, they are suddenly so diligent, it must have nothing to do with Fury."
Another female congressman crossed her arms and said: "The problem is, if they continue to work hard like this, humans will rush out of the solar system. I mean, the kind of rush out of the solar system that has nothing to do with us..."
She picked up the document at hand, rolled it up, knocked on the table, and said: "Originally, these agents were responsible for all the trivial matters in the solar system development and construction plan, such as errands, logistics support, personnel liaison, intelligence transmission, etc., various experiments Everyone in the room pointed to them to summarize some research results."
"Although Stark's artificial intelligence can complete most of the data exchange, many projects must be watched by someone. For example, the arrangement of the latest equipment sent to Mercury was marked by agents."
"Do you still remember that it took them two full months to put labels on the equipment? After sending Mercury, they found that at least one-third of the labels were wrongly attached."
The actress stood up with her hands on her hips and said: "Just yesterday, less than twenty agents compiled the new reports from all the laboratories in New York, and they didn't even have any two people running away. Making mistakes in the same place, what kind of organizational ability is this?"
"This should have been the foundation of an agent organization." The old politician shook his head and said, "But the problem is, it shouldn't appear in SHIELD."
"We all know what Nick Fury is doing. How could those people be so efficient all of a sudden?"
"The problem is that after Nick Fury died, S.H.I.E.L.D. should have been in chaos. We all know that many people planted bombs there. When the director died, they should have exploded, but why did this person named Peter Parker , after taking office, he united them instead???"
"This is impossible!" the female congressman raised her voice and said: "CIA, KGB, Hydra, military, Congress, Europe, Asia, Oceania, so many forces are mixed together, what ability does he have to make these people Work together as a team?"
"What makes me even more surprised is..." Young Councilor Freddy said: "Recently, SHIELD's decision-making power has been greatly improved. Almost every choice they make is correct. How is this possible? ?”
"The United States has the most powerful think tank in the world, but we can only ensure that some decisions can gain an advantage, while others can only work hard to maintain stability. Where does SHIELD get such decision-making power???"
The old politician frowned and said: "I don't know much about Stark's artificial intelligence, but could it be it..."
The young congressman shook his head and said: "I have also dealt with the Stark Group. As far as I know, the artificial intelligence steward named Jarvis is better at computing. What's more, people like Stark,
We won’t let artificial intelligence make decisions.”
"Moreover, you have to consider that now, Stark and the others are being dragged to Washington to investigate the cause of Nick Fury's death, which involves a more intense game, and he may not have time to take care of it."
The female congressman touched her chin and said: "Could it be that this kid Peter Parker has special abilities that are far beyond ordinary people? I mean, abilities other than wandering around New York?"
"Penny, you have to know that in making decisions, intelligence alone is useless. You need rich experience and long-term vision. In any case, a teenage boy cannot have these things, so he still has
What can I rely on? Can I rely on intuition?”
"You mean... let me rely on intuition?" In the SHIELD office, Peter looked at the document in front of him with a troubled face. There was nothing in this document, only two words were written, one was "yes"
, one is "No".
"But what's the point? I'm not an artificial intelligence, and I don't need to use this method to learn choices..." Peter continued.
The agent smiled and said: "No, this is not learning. You just need to choose 'yes' or 'no' based on your intuition."
"Is this part of the job?" Peter asked again.
The agent nodded and said: "Don't be nervous, Director, this is not a very important issue. Director Fury often made such decisions in the past. You just need to concentrate and follow your intuition..."
"Concentrate...concentrate..." Peter frowned, trying to concentrate, and then he said: "I think it is...'no', yes, it is 'no', there is no reason, anyway, I just think it can’t be done...
…”
The agent immediately took the piece of paper back and said, "Thank you, you can wait here for a while. New work will be sent later."
After saying that, the agent took the piece of paper and walked out.
After walking out, the smile on his face disappeared. He immediately took out the communicator from his waist and said: "Ward, let people come back quickly. The thing in New Mexico can't be done. Among the sixteen Spider-Man, there are 11
If everyone chose 'no', I'm afraid it's a trap."
"Okay, I understand. I will contact Hawkeye and ask him to withdraw the people. Next, I will first arrange the personnel who will go to Mercury with the equipment tomorrow. Do you think you need to let the director choose? Okay, I understand.
Already."
After hanging up the communication, the agent walked to an office and said: "Print a piece of paper for me. On the paper, print 15 numbers in sequence starting from 1. There should be no difference in font or size...Okay, thank you."
Taking the paper with numbers printed on it, the agent walked back to Peter's office. Peter was playing the game console boredly. The agent showed another smile and said: "Director, please choose 8 of these 15 serial numbers.
Just choose based on intuition.”
"Uh, what new ritual is this? Forget it, I'm still in a hurry to clear the level, so 1, 2, 4, 6, 7..."
Peter randomly selected a few numbers, and the agent walked out of the door with the piece of paper. He called about a dozen agents using the communicator, took the piece of paper and said to them: "Print out 15 numbers like this and send them to me."
In each laboratory, let all Spider-Man choose..."
With a response, the agents dispersed like a school of fish and rushed towards various laboratories. The paper held by one of the agents fluttered like fallen leaves. When it fell on the table, Spider-Gwen's voice sounded:
"Why did you choose numbers again? You people in this universe are really weird. You do some test questions every day. What can you test? Horoscope?...Forget it, don't look at me like that, let me see.
That’s it then…”
"Choose numbers? A little intelligence test game every day? I'm really grateful to my parents for giving me a brain that can recognize numbers..." The Amazing Spider-Man picked up the pen and started drawing circles. He said: "Then let's take these.
.”
"Are you studying artificial intelligence?" Spider-Man 2099 asked while drawing circles on the paper: "The direction of technological development in your universe is strange. Dr. Connors told me that he
There is another topic, which is the relationship between biotechnology and magic portals. It’s so strange..."
The laboratories lit up one after another, and data was transmitted like a stream of light. In the laboratory of Stark Tower, which had been dim for a long time, Jarvis made two beeps, and a pleasant electronic sound sounded:
"Calling historical records...analyzing impact factors...data name - The Amazing Spider-Man, selection accuracy rate 69.28%, impact factor 16.1, data recording..."
"During probability calculation, the success probability of number '1' is 99.6%...The success probability of number 3 is 62.7%...The calculation is completed and the result has been sent..."
With the soft sound of the machine, a piece of paper was spit out from the printer. He picked up the paper with one hand. Ward put the paper in front of him, glanced at the dozens of agents standing in front of him and said:
"The people who I read the serial number will come out and follow the Mercury on the equipment for maintenance tomorrow. Don't forget our work, No. 1, No. 2, No. 6..."
All the people who were called walked out silently. No one had any doubts. No one asked about safety or the return time. Everyone was silent until Ward saluted them.
.
"Long live Hydra."
"Long live Hydra!"
"What the hell, why did their people evacuate?" In the military office, General Ross stared at a document. He said: "Why didn't the incident in New Mexico we concocted attract their attention?"
"General, they had already taken the bait. Hawkeye led the team to New Mexico to investigate, but for some reason, they withdrew as soon as they arrived there." A young officer frowned and said, "What happened in Ohio a week ago
also the same……"
"This is very abnormal..." Ross said in a deep voice: "SHIELD cannot have such a level. Even a top-secret think tank cannot perfectly avoid every trap..."
Ross stood up straight, sighed, and said, "Where's Hulk? Has he taken action?"
"Well... we have determined Hulk's true identity, but for some reason, we can't catch him at all." The young officer said with some embarrassment.
"What do you mean you can't catch him?" Ross frowned and said very dissatisfied: "That Bruce Banner is just an ordinary person. If you approach him quietly and don't get discovered by him, isn't there a way to anesthetize him?
"
"It was possible, but...but he is protected by Spider-Man. It's like Spider-Man has eyes on his back, and our people can't get in at all..."
"Spider-Man?? Isn't he the director of S.H.I.E.L.D.? He can also personally protect Bruce Banner??" Ross said very dissatisfied: "Don't let me think that you are lying to avoid blame!"
"You'd better hurry up. Now, Stark and the others are being dragged in Washington. If they come back, things won't be easy."
"Yes! Sir! I will send someone to try again..."
In front of a somewhat dim experimental table, a black figure was playing with a colorful Rubik's Cube. Suddenly, the movement of Shadow Spider-Man's hand paused. He put away the Rubik's Cube slowly and took out a handful from his waist.
gun.
He walked through the preparation room and came to another laboratory. In a low and hoarse voice, he said to Banner who was focused on the experiment: "Doctor, prepare to retreat, they are chasing you again."
"You hold them for a while. This result is very important. Give me three more minutes to complete it. At that time, we will retreat together with the result..."
Shadow Spider-Man said nothing, turned the gun in his hand, and left.
Banner, who was staring at the screen intently, soon heard fierce gunshots. After a while, Shadow Spider-Man, covered in the smell of blood, came back and said, "Doctor, you don't have to retreat."
After finally seeing the results of the experiment, Banner straightened up, walked to the door, and pushed the door open a crack. Following the light coming from the door, he saw corpses on the ground.