The Necromancer in American Comics

Chapter 58 Mental Model [edit]

The sea breeze blows in through the broken hole, gradually fading the smell of burning gunpowder inside the house.

Looking at the dilapidated basement, after turning on the ventilation system to suck out all the hypnotic smoke, Tony put the visor away, exposing his head.

Colin escaped successfully, which was not beyond his expectation. After all, with the space gate suspected of wormhole technology, it would be difficult for them to really catch him.

But part of the resources were taken away by him, and this time he was suppressed almost all the time, which made him very unhappy.

Agents from other places gradually arrived and began to clean up the battlefield.

After confirming that most of the agents under him were not in danger of life, Nick also heaved a sigh of relief, walked to the pile of melted metal, found a stick, and fiddled out the sealed item hidden in it.

The main reason he took the risk to shoot in that situation at the time was it.

Otherwise, if it's just a few resources, he really wouldn't bet on the lives of those agents.

"What is your gun?" Tony walked over to have a look, and asked casually.

When he was fighting against Colin, he realized that his attack power was seriously insufficient, and now he urgently needed to develop a new type of weapon that was powerful enough.

The gun in Nick's hand seemed just right to him.

"An old thing that belonged to ** during World War II, and we transformed it into the current one." Nick turned his head and glanced at Tony, and continued: "But you don't have to think about it, its energy source is that It was created in a special era, but now the technology has long been lost, and we can only use the stocks seized back then."

"Lost technology?" Tony frowned and coughed twice: "I may be able to reproduce it, of course, you have to give me enough samples and..."

"What you should be most concerned about right now is your life!"

Seeing Tony showing off himself like a dolled-up peacock, he stretched out his hand and pointed at Tony's chest.

Tony paused, as if he had lost all energy in an instant, and said distressedly: "I tried all combinations of elements, all of them, but none of them can replace palladium."

"All of them?" Nick glanced at Tony with one eye, and said flatly, "No, you haven't tried all of them."

"What do you mean?" Tony asked in a daze.

"Literally." Nick waved to an agent standing at the top of the stairs, and continued: "Your father is a genius. , the Ark reactor in your chest is like a triple A battery."

An agent walked down with a suitcase, Nick opened it, and said to Tony who was a little dazed: "He was limited by the times and technology at that time, so he didn't make this great achievement, but he left it for you. sufficient foundation."

Stretching out his finger to Tony's chest again, he said, "This is what he left you. How to solve the doubts in your heart, I believe that if it is you, there should be no problem."

Nick said and walked upstairs, Tony glanced at the opened box, looked up and asked, "How do you know so much!"

"Oh? Didn't I tell you? Your father, Howard Stark, was one of the founders of S.H.I.E.L.D."

"What?" Tony subconsciously popped out of his mouth, and was about to go up to ask, but was stopped by an agent.

Ignore the entanglement between Stark and the agents below.

Nick, who went upstairs, looked at Coulson who was directing the agents to clean up, and said, "How is the search going?"

"Unfortunately, until now, we still haven't found any clues to the plague." Coulson replied.

Nick nodded and said: "Go on, you can't be negligent because of this."

"What about the establishment of a mental model of the goal?"

Soon after seeing the video, he ordered the mobilization of psychologists to cooperate with the computer to create a Colin.Blake's mental model.

This cannot be said to be 100% accurate, but in general, it is enough to achieve [-]% or even [-]% accuracy. In many cases, the feedback of the mental model can be used as an important reference for judgment.

"Something went wrong, sir." When Coulson said this, his expression became a little dignified: "According to the target's friend Yosel we captured, and the personality analysis from the target's neighbors, the target claimed to be Based on the time of obtaining the inheritance of the mage, the character and behavior before and after are only 70.00% similar."

"What does this mean?" Nick narrowed his eyes.

"Represents the Colin Black we see now, not necessarily the real Colin Black!" Coulson calmly said this creepy conclusion.

Nick was silent for a while after hearing this, and asked, "What did you say about the policeman named Yosel that you arrested?"

Coulson's words reminded him of an incident many years ago. Of course, the two incidents were only similar in a certain level, and he was sure that they were not different.

"He said that he felt that his personality had changed, but he was sure that the target was his friend." Coulson replied.

"Keep paying attention." Nick thought for a moment, and ordered: "The monitoring, investigation, and search will continue. As for the policeman who was arrested, don't let him go back for now."

He has some ideas, but he hasn't decided whether to do it yet.

Fortunately, he has plenty of time and is not in a hurry.

Glancing at the agent who was disassembling the instrument, he walked out with big strides.

In the past two days, things have become so big that many people asked him why, but he suppressed them.

But even with his power, it is impossible not to give an explanation all the time.

Now that the matter has come to an end for the time being, he can also free up his energy to deal with those officials and gentlemen.

……

Broadway Avenue, in the bathroom of the coffee shop that was sent last time.

Accompanied by the sudden appearance of a portal, Colin's body jumped out of it sideways and hit the wall.

Shaking his dizzy head, he waved his hand to close the portal, put his hands together, and stood up.

The portal is just equivalent to a door on the spatial level. When he entered, he jumped from the house and fell vertically into the portal. When he came out, he naturally went out in the same way.

After turning on the faucet and washing his face, he looked at the things in the backpack and sighed slightly.

Nick's black corned egg was a little too fast. He just put the gems in his backpack when the powerful gun fired.

What's more ruthless is that he directly destroyed all the resources, so that he had to give up those resources right in front of him.

"Forget it, after all, I took advantage of it."

Slightly sighed.

Although it is a bit disappointing that there is no wave of fat, it is not in vain.

But it's a little tricky after that.

Things are not complete, and the plan needs to be changed. At the same time, there are some problems with Li's character design.

What to do next, he still had to think carefully.

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(End of this chapter)