A black doctor from a certain American comic

The sun shines gently on everything through the faint shock.

The humid air is refreshing and tranquil, the clouds are clear and the wind is clear, and the dawn light slowly awakens the sleeping creatures.

Along with wisps of golden light, the world reveals incredible vitality.

"Little lazy pig, it's time to get up." Murphy opened the curtains, causing the bedroom to be filled with golden light. He slapped Heather on the buttocks, who was still sleeping soundly with the quilt in her arms.

After all, she was an ex-girlfriend whom we had a close relationship with, what else could we do to her?

Give her a good lesson and let her know what it means to be the head of the family, that's all.

"Don't make trouble!" Heather opened Murphy's hand with an unconscious and angry slap, changed his position, and continued to sleep.

She had so much fun last night that she was extremely tired now, so even though it was getting late, she was still tired. She could only blame it on sleeping to replenish her energy.

"Uh... aren't you always the most ambitious and never late?" Murphy touched his nose.

But Heather could no longer hear his words and soon fell into a deep sleep again.

"Hey, the world is deteriorating, and people's hearts are not as old as they used to be!" Murphy shook his head, walked out of the bedroom, and washed up. There was no pressure at all. Heather, who has always been never late or absent, made an exception today. Why? , don’t you have any idea?

After washing up, Murphy drove to buy breakfast for Heather.

Well, it was a Porsche-Cayenne, Heather's car.

The 3.0tv6 engine can output a maximum of 333 horsepower and is matched with an 8-speed automatic manual transmission. It may not be as fast as Porsche's own PDK dual-clutch in performance, but it is enough for daily driving in the city and cruising on the highway. .

It's not too expensive, and it's not too bad either. It's very suitable for a female senior official like Heather.

Murphy also sighed: Hey, speaking of being rich, there are also disadvantages to being rich. Just like now, you have to drive out to sell breakfast even to have breakfast. It is not like those ordinary people who can have a steaming breakfast at their doorstep. ...It seems like those who have no money!

Of course, the rich can also choose to cook for themselves, but for Murphy, it is impossible to cook. It is impossible to cook in this life. He can only blame buying breakfast for being able to maintain his life like this. .

Parking the car in the garage, Murphy walked into the house with a waffle in his mouth.

Waffles are generally not seen in China, but they are a bit like the Chinese triangle cake.

Murphy was holding a bag in his hand, which contained pancakes, donuts and other food.

Pancakes are similar to Chinese pancakes. The batter mixed with eggs and sugar is poured into a pan and then fried until golden.

After Murphy returned home, Heather was still sleeping soundly.

Murphy put down his breakfast and walked into the bedroom, ready to wake Heather up.

"It's time to get up, the sun is almost shining on your butt!" Murphy lifted Heather's quilt and patted her fair shoulder.

"Stop it!" Heather screamed in a daze, reaching out to touch her quilt. After touching it, she pulled it over hard and continued to sleep.

Murphy stood in front of the bed and smiled helplessly.

After thinking about it, Murphy lay in Heather's ear and whispered softly: "You are late..."

"late……"

"late……"

"Late?" Heather suddenly opened her eyes, and her body stood up as flexibly as a dragon. Her eyes were as sharp as a knife, and she stared at Murphy as if she was about to eat someone: "Am I late?"

"Yeah!" Murphy nodded expressionlessly: "You're late."

"I have a record of never being late in all these years..." Heather looked a little stunned.

"Ah!!! Shit!!!" After reacting, Heather was about to cry. She grabbed the pillow next to her and smashed it aimlessly. Then she turned to look at him with red eyes and a ferocious expression. Murphy: "Why don't you wake me up?"

"I screamed." Murphy said with an aggrieved look on his face, "But I couldn't wake you up at all!"

"It's all your fault!" Heather gave Murphy a fierce look.

"Yes, yes, it's all my fault!" Mo Fei responded perfunctorily.

If you, a dead woman, hadn't played with me for real first, would I have gone crazy later?

This person is the same, he never finds fault in himself.

Even if you are late, you are already late. No matter how unwilling you are, you will have to admit it.

With a look of despair, Heather sat at the dining table.

At this moment, Heather put on a white shirt with decent trousers and a ponytail. She looked very fresh and beautiful, with a charming temperament.

But there was a sense of malaise in her body that would never go away.

There was no way, it was because she had too much fun last night. She was a woman with an average physique, and unlike Murphy, who had an extraordinary physique like an animal now, she could play for days and nights without getting tired.

Even after a long sleep, the loss still cannot be made up.

At the dining table, Heather turned on the God of Cookery mode, waving her hands constantly, and her mouth never rested for a moment.

You can make up part of your energy by sleeping, but if your physical strength is too high, you have to make up for it with food.

Fortunately, Murphy prepared enough breakfast, otherwise it might not be enough for Heather to eat alone.

Murphy smiled and poured a glass of milk for Heather: "Eat slowly, don't choke."

"Cough...cough!" As soon as Murphy spoke, Heather started coughing, grabbed the milk cup next to her, and took a sip.

After swallowing the food in her throat, Heather rolled her eyes at Murphy: "Crow's mouth!"

"Damn it, it's all your fault..." Heather exuded strong resentment while eating the food, and said in a straight voice, "Isn't it just...why are you so stingy? Are you still a man?"

"Who told you to go too far? This is you. If it were someone else, I would promise to send him to see God. Do you believe it or not?" Murphy rolled his eyes: "Besides, what I said last night was for you. Punishment, is it actually punishment? Am I the one who told me not to stop?"

Heather's rare pretty face blushed a little. Murphy was indeed the one who started the fire last night, but then she also added to the fire...

But can it be her fault?

Although she usually acts like a frosty motorcycle friend, she is also a physiologically normal woman, right? It’s not Master Jiejie… so under the long-term situation, it is inevitable that the reaction will be a little intense.

"And when you cry, don't I just stop..."

"Shut up!" Heather stopped what she was doing, glared at Murphy in shame, and said, "Don't talk nonsense!"

"Okay, okay, I'm talking nonsense, I'm talking nonsense." Mo Fei looked like a smile but not a smile.

Heather's teeth were itching with hatred just looking at Murphy's ghostly appearance, and she wanted to smash him with her fist.

It's a pity that Heather found out that in terms of combat effectiveness, she was far behind Murphy in every aspect.

So some ideas can only be thought about.

"Okay, let me reiterate to you. I have no interest in bullshit politics. You should stop doubting me as a spy." Mo Fei said sternly: "If I were a spy, as for being in your CIA department, Are you so high-profile in front of your supervisor? Are you disregarding important things for a woman? Just because I invaded your CIA and accessed your top-secret information without any effort, even without you, a technical expert, noticing it, what if I was really a spy? , all the confidential information of Yingjiang has been flying all over the world."

Hearing Murphy talking about business, Heather also became serious and said, "Then how do you explain so many coincidences?"

As a spy chief, the last thing Heather believed in was coincidence.

"How do I know?" Murphy snorted, "That's just some coincidence."

Seeing Heather's suspicious eyes, Murphy sighed. It seemed that if he didn't show something real, this dead woman might be alienated from him in the future.

There was no point in talking, so Mo Fei directly summoned the Red Queen and demonstrated to Heather the powerful capabilities of strong artificial intelligence.

Heather looked at the various demonstrations of the Red Queen in shock, and immediately understood a lot of things.

"Now you don't doubt that I relied on spies to obtain information about your CIA, right?" Murphy shrugged.

"You... how did you get such a powerful artificial intelligence?" Heather ignored Murphy's words and asked the biggest question in her heart.

Heather also relies on technology to make a living. The prediction algorithm that tracks Nicky is Heather's masterpiece. Therefore, as an expert in network technology, she best understands what an artificial intelligence like Red Queen represents.

But Heather is puzzled. According to the current technological level of the entire world, no matter how much resources are piled up, it is impossible to develop artificial intelligence like the Red Queen!

Could it be that something like artificial intelligence can still be created out of nothing?

"Her name is the Red Queen. As for how I got it, I can't tell you. You still suspect that I am a spy, but you are the real spy." Murphy smiled and said: "But I can tell you, except for my Red Queen, the world There is also a strong artificial intelligence on the planet that is not inferior to her in any way.”

"Where?" Heather asked quickly.

After being shocked by the Red Queen's super technology, Heather started thinking about the value of a strong artificial intelligence.

Murphy is her old lover. It is not good to snatch food from the tiger's mouth. If others still have it in their hands, there is no telling...

The value of artificial intelligence is so great that it has an immeasurable effect on a country.

If CIA has strong artificial intelligence as support in the future...

"Tony Stark, the playboy of the Stark Group, has a strong artificial intelligence called Jarvis in his hands." Murphy said.

Heather: “…”

Her momentum suddenly collapsed.

If that powerful artificial intelligence is in the hands of others, perhaps with the power of CIA, it can be snatched back, but in the hands of that playboy from the Stark Group, CIA can't even think about it.

Although the Stark family is not prosperous, with only Tony Stark remaining, its power is not much worse than that of her family.

Because the Stark Group held by Tony Stark is the largest military-industrial group in the world, the Stark family has also worked hard for three generations and formed an intricate and inseparable network of relationships with the military. There are hundreds of thousands of employees, and their social influence is very large. They are not the targets of the emerging Internet upstarts with unstable foundations, and they are definitely not easy to deal with.

In addition, although Tony Stark is a bit ridiculous, he is extremely intelligent and has invented many incredible objects, so even the top people are very concerned about him.

In short, no one can take Tony Stark's things away.

"In this world, Heather, you are already among the people with the highest IQs, but there are actually countless smart people in the world, and there are even many who far surpass you and can create technological works that you can't even imagine. ." Murphy sighed.

Like the Ark Reactor, a collaboration between Anthony Vanke and Howard Stark, a masterpiece of cold nuclear fusion.

Tony Stark's steel armor and exoskeleton technology allow a mortal to fight gods alone.

Ant-Man's Pym Particles are even more impressive. In addition to making people bigger and smaller, they can also enlarge Thor's hammer, crush the owner of Thor, and shrink Galactus, one of the five gods in the universe. The pendant allows the earth to shrink into a cosmic particle and even travel through the quantum universe.

Heather finally gave up her doubts about whether Murphy was a spy, but she renewed her focus on beating Murphy, trying to get Murphy to take the Red Queen to work for her.

But how is this possible? Of course, Murphy righteously refused, even if... Heather proposed the py transaction.

I, Mo Fei, have a girlfriend, how could I agree to your dirty py deal?

I still have to keep my virginity for my girlfriend!

After breakfast, Heather got ready to go to work.

She has returned to her former iceberg goddess appearance, with a cold temperament, expressionless face, and an icy aura all over her body.

Murphy didn't recognize her at all. This was the woman who cried last night.

Watching Heather leave the villa in her Porsche Cayenne, Murphy muttered: "You can't recognize her even if you put on clothes."

……

Bourne was carrying a satchel and walking expressionlessly on the street. He walked around a building without any abnormalities in his steps, without attracting anyone's attention.

Finally, he entered the opposite side of the building that he had secretly observed before and walked to the rooftop.

Then, he slowly took out various things from his satchel.

Muzzle, cheek rest, magazine, scope...

It turned out to be a variety of sniper rifle parts.

After arranging the various parts, Bourne began to assemble it. In less than a minute, a brand new sniper rifle took shape in Bourne's hands.

After adjusting it, Bourne put down the sniper rifle, took out a monocular telescope, and looked at the building opposite.

nik monocular telescope adopts the world's most advanced dual-focal length system structure. Through unique dual-focal length adjustment, it can see as close as 0.5 meters, and the longest effective distance is more than 1800 meters. It is high-definition, no chromatic aberration and high brightness.

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