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Coulson generously gave Neil an entire machine room.

And under the strong dissatisfaction of Fitz and Simmons, they gave the two people, including the laboratory, to Neil, and let these two geniuses in the scientific world work as assistants. In the end, they called it research exchange and let them Learn about Neil's technology and culture.

Although Fitz was not attracted to this tall, handsome, warm-tempered female killer at first.

Especially since Simmons had to work with him, Fitz felt like a green light was coming out of his head just thinking about it.

But when Neil showed his intelligent brain, Fitz was impressed. Is this genius mind really possessed by people on earth?

It only took Neil a few hours to learn complete computer programming. Although he is not necessarily proficient in it, he has memorized the specific and important content word for word.

And he just took the book and flipped through it casually!

I'm afraid that as long as he uses the computer for more than ten days and becomes familiar with the operation, he will be as proficient as an old coder who has been using computers for decades.

"Neal, what is our next goal?" Fitz looked at Neil with bright eyes. He had left many of his peers behind when he was a student. He was hailed as a genius. The soulmate you are searching for.

He knew that Neil came to learn computer-related knowledge in order to deal with Ultron.

In his memory, Neil's smiling and confident look had already told him that their goal this time was to do something earth-shattering.

Neil pondered for two seconds, then turned around and picked up the book on artificial intelligence programming, and said with a smile, "The next step is to study. You and Simmons can prepare materials and tools first."

"Oh, my God! Are you going to make an artificial intelligence?" Fitz screamed.

Neil smiled mysteriously and didn't answer. He just sat aside silently, turned on the light and started learning new knowledge.

"That's right! Ultron is artificial intelligence. If you want to defeat it, you can only have stronger artificial intelligence! Neil, I believe in you, we will definitely succeed! We can make a more powerful guy come out and kill Ultron. asshole!"

Fitz's face flushed with excitement, and he quietly ran to Simmons, looking as excited as a child who had not grown up.

"Oh my God, we actually want to help Neil create strong artificial intelligence! Coulson didn't tell us this news. If we succeed, our names will be like Einstein in future generations of students. In the textbook!”

"That's not what you told Coulson just now." Simmons said angrily.

"That's different. Coulson didn't tell us. Neil is such a smart man. I suspect his brain development is close to 100%." ​​Fitz joked mysteriously.

Simmons smiled and glared at him, "Are you sure Neil can make a stronger artificial intelligence?"

"Of course, only artificial intelligence can defeat artificial intelligence. If you want to drive Ultron off the Internet, you can only create a stronger artificial intelligence."

"No, I mean, do you really believe in Neil's intelligence?"

Fitz nodded vigorously, "Neal is an alien. Let's not talk about whether their culture and technology can produce chemical reactions with the earth. Just look at his learning ability."

"It's incredible to learn complete computer skills in a few hours! Such intelligence and memory can only be achieved by a few great scientists in history! Coupled with cultural differences, his way of thinking must be different from that of common people. The shape of the earth is different!"

"Remember the common characteristics of all the great scientists in the world? The difference in thinking and logic. Neil has perfectly achieved this point. I believe he will be able to make Ultron 2! We are about to carry it forward!"

Fitz opened his arms and waved happily, almost knocking over Simmons' research test tube.

Simmons held her forehead and shook her head. She felt that Fitz was hopeless. This guy had completely become Neil's crazy fan.

Another half hour passed. Neil threw the book aside and began to direct Fitz and Simmons to transport equipment, while he began typing codes and files on the computer.

Seeing Neil's professional appearance, Simmons felt a little curious.

Could it be that this charismatic and powerful man is so smart?

"I just said, Neil can definitely do it. He is a more powerful genius than me! He is more powerful than me. Think about the concept!" Fitz said happily.

Simmons rolled her eyes at him, but she didn't object. She was now a little curious about how far Neil could do it.

The atmosphere in the laboratory was very harmonious for a while. Neil directed the two of them to work casually. There was no quarrel during the process. The two of them did whatever he told them to do.

Simmons is not very proficient in computers. She is a genius in biology, so her main job is to carry tools and make coffee for two people.

Fitz was excited and typed out a long series of instructions and codes according to Neil's request.

Although he was a little surprised why the code didn't look like the instructions of artificial intelligence, Fitz didn't think much about it. Aliens always have some weird ideas, and they might use different ways to achieve their goals. Did it work?

When Newton was under the apple tree, he didn't mean to get hit by an apple and then study gravity, right?

Maybe, the research direction of mankind has been wrong all along. To make artificial intelligence come into being, it only requires one or two completely different codes!

A few hours passed and it was getting dark.

Neil left Fitz in the laboratory, leaving behind a lot of goals, saying that they were tasks assigned to him, and he must complete them all before dawn.

Then, he yawned and ran to sleep.

Fitz understood this very well and promised many times that he would complete the tasks assigned by Neil. Neil had done a lot of mental work all day long, so it was natural for him to be so tired now!

Simmons made Fitz a cup of coffee in the laboratory, but finally couldn't hold on anymore and ran to sleep.

In the middle of the night, although the SHIELD base was not quiet, there were still many busy agents working.

But in the laboratory, which usually turns off the lights and is closed long ago, there is still the sound of crackling keyboards, sometimes high and sometimes low, like a drowsy person persisting between half asleep and half awake, and finally chooses to continue working.

It is said that this noise continued until the next morning, and the agents on patrol thought Simmons and Fitz had done something strange again.

It was crackling and rustling, like a nest of rats gnawing on the wires inside.