Marvel's princess becomes king

Artificial intelligence is good, but it is not the artificial intelligence that Bella needs. On the contrary, she has to prevent the other party from running this artificial intelligence.

"So your Samaritan needs the government to release the public information database and upload all the data to your artificial intelligence server?"

The old man did not answer directly, but took steps to retreat: "For the people, they will only lose a small part of their personal privacy, but they can get a sufficient safe environment. I think this is very appropriate."

Bella shook her head slightly: "Sir, your words have not convinced me. People's privacy rights cannot be violated. The president has just signed a bill to increase the salary of police and security practitioners. Now we..."

She pointed at the screen: "If you connect your Samaritan now, more than half of the police officers, who account for three thousandths of the country's population, will lose their jobs. I don't think it's time to launch Samaritan now." Good time."

Holding high the two banners of inviolability of people's privacy and unemployment, Bella rejected the other party's artificial intelligence plan without giving the old man a chance. The government will not allocate money, let alone open the database, so get out.

The old man with a wrinkled face was very depressed. He had prepared a lot of words, but he was rejected before he could say a few words. This made him very unhappy, but his arms could not twist his thighs, so he had to think of another way.

The old man took three of his men and left the Pentagon in a Chevrolet.

Along the way, the wrinkled old man kept talking on the phone, trying to contact acquaintances to do the work for Tongbela. He still had some connections. After going around seven or eight times, he contacted the person with the single parent on Charlie's side. There are several BUFF female chiefs of staff, including mothers, Latinos, and highly educated.

"We hope that the White House can successfully pass the Samaritan..." Before he could finish his words, he heard his bodyguard scream, and then a series of gunshots rang out, and the bodyguard's blood spattered. He looked at each other, and finally the Chevrolet was overturned by the shock wave caused by the explosion onto the service road. The old man's head and feet were covered with blood. He looked out the window with cloudy eyes and saw a tall man wearing goggles and a mask. The man in black combat uniform walked up to him.

The man's steps were steady, and the distance of each step was as precise as measured. He was holding an M4A1 carbine with an M203A1 grenade launcher, a SIG-P226 pistol hanging on his right leg, and a grenade and a tactical fixed knife on his waist. This guy is like a walking arsenal. The most eye-catching thing is the man's left arm, a pure metal arm glowing with silver. The red five-pointed star on the upper left arm is particularly eye-catching.

John Greer, who had a wrinkled face, was roughly pulled out of the Chevrolet by the man. The man grabbed his collar with the mechanical arm and threw him into another car like he was throwing some debris. And go.

When John Greer woke up again, he found himself in a dark room with several fully armed soldiers standing around him. A short, well-dressed old man with curly hair was looking at him.

When he was young, he was also an agent of the British intelligence agency. John Greer quickly calmed down. His eyes swept over the faces of many soldiers one by one. Considering that he was old and frail, he broke free and killed them all in one go. The chance was really low, so he could only sigh secretly and look at the old man standing in front of him.

"Minister Pierce, do you have anything to eat here? I'm a little hungry."

Alexander Pierce put his hands in his pockets and looked down at this equally ambitious old guy.

"Mr. Greer, you must be very annoyed now, right? In fact, there is no need. You did not lose to me, but to a powerful organization. With the organization's ability to deal with you alone, you have no chance of winning. Surrender. Go ahead, hand over the source code of Samaritan, and I’ll make them give you a good time.”

John Greer's face was solemn, and his face seemed to have more wrinkles.

He wanted to know more details about the enemy and immediately asked: "The organization you are talking about...is SHIELD?"

"Hahahaha - S.H.I.E.L.D.?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Haha, this guy doesn't know our situation at all!"

Alexander Pierce and the surrounding soldiers burst into laughter. Only the man with the metal arm who captured John Greer had a cold face without a trace of a smile.

John Greer's heart went cold. If these people admitted that they were S.H.I.E.L.D., then he might still have a chance to survive, but now the other party had no intention of keeping it secret. He knew the other party's secret and left alive. The odds are already very slim.

The Hydra agent on the side took out the suitcase he used to show Bella, opened the box, and stayed at the interface for entering the key.

Another HYDRA agent cuts the rope around John Greer.

"The original intention of developing Samaritan is to restore the world to a stable and efficient order, right? In fact, our purpose is the same. Please leave Samaritan to us. Database? Funds? Manpower? These We have everything, and our resources and connections will continue to develop your artificial intelligence." Alexander Pierce said word for word.

With a "bang" gunshot, John Greer, who was ambitious and dreamed of using artificial intelligence to shape a new world, fell in a pool of blood.

Alexander Pierce walked to the secret door on the side. He opened the door gently, looked at the tall man inside and said, "Leader, we have gained control of the Samaritans."

Captain America sat upright and motionless. He seemed to have been talking to the soul stone that glowed orange in his hand.

It wasn't until Alexander Pierce spoke for the second time that he stood up: "Leave it to Zola to handle it. I believe he can complete our insight plan."

An electronic voice with a weird accent sounded: "As the successor of the Red Skull, your orders are everything to me. I will start work immediately! The Insight Project will be launched smoothly according to your plan."

"Very good, you are a loyal Hydra." Captain America asked Alexander Pierce again: "Is Phil Coulson sure he is dead?"

"Yes, Leader, I saw the body with my own eyes."

"Where are his investigative reports on me?"

"Leader, all the information Colson handled has been destroyed by Grand Ward."

Captain America played with the soul gem in his hand: "...Phil Coulson is an excellent agent. He admires Captain America so much. Unfortunately, that Captain America is just a figment of his imagination... .I’m going back to Avengers Tower first. Don’t contact me proactively. Everything is going according to plan. Our targets are two people, Baron Strucker who wants to challenge my position and Nick Fury who hinders me from ruling the world.”

"Hey, Hydra!" Alexander Pierce raised his arms.

Captain America also raised his arms: "Hey, Hydra!"