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Ireland chuckled with interest:

"Don't use your smartphone if you want to be safe—"

"Let's change it back to the antique machine from three months ago."

Yes, although it's only been three months...

But the earth in this different world has completed the era leap from mobile phone to smart machine.

And besides Lin Xinyi, including the artificial intelligence Noah's Ark, no one else in the world thinks that there is anything wrong with such "changing with each passing day" technological progress.

Everyone is used to it.

In Ireland, Curacao, and Hondo Ekai, everyone has a smartphone, and they don't think it's a problem at all.

In fact, if it weren't for Lin Xinyi's interference, Curacao would show up early.

Then when she was on stage, she should have carried her smartphone with her.

It may be because the speed of scientific and technological progress is too rapid and the thinking of users cannot keep up with the changes of the times:

Although Curacao of that world line came out with an IPhone, he still only knows the old method of memorizing the undercover list with the naked eye and human brain, typing with one hand, and notifying Mr. Rum with a text message——

Most people will directly use their IPhone to take a picture of the undercover list, and then click to send the picture.

Compared with Curacao on that world line.

The current Miss Curacao is obviously more trendy, fashionable, and proficient in the use of various technological products.

"Get in the car, Keel."

Curacao opened the car door and invited Miss Bentang to come in.

Then he turned his head and yelled softly at the center console of the car:

"Hello, Next."

"Hello~"

A cartoon portrait of a little boy appeared on the car screen:

"Miss Curacao, do you have any orders?"

"Start navigation."

"OK, please output the destination."

"Mihuacho Industrial Development Zone, NEXT Japan Branch Headquarters."

"OK, please select the driving mode."

"Autopilot, fullauto."

"..."

For the above scene, Hondo Ekai saw... nothing new.

After all, the technological progress in this world is too fast, and she has long been used to it naturally.

And the "NEXT Group" mentioned by Curacao, Hondo Ekai has also heard about it:

This is a high-tech company established in the United States in the last two months.

The company's flagship product is the "NEXT (NEXT) full intelligent terminal operation" system, as well as a series of intelligent electronic products such as computers, car machines, and smart phones that were born with this operating system.

The on-board AI "NEXT" that Curacao just used is also the company's latest masterpiece.

As soon as these products came out, before they had time to be launched on the market, they had already made people cry, Sansang was silent, and friends and businessmen were wailing.

Curacao knew how strong the company's technical strength was, so he naturally accepted the in-vehicle AI, a new thing that appeared in front of his eyes.

"but…"

"Aren't NEXT Group's products not on the market yet?"

"Why have you already used it?"

Hondo Ekai was faintly feeling that something was wrong, and a more bizarre picture suddenly appeared in front of him:

I saw a navigation map screen appearing on the screen of the car.

Then the car moved on its own.

No one holds the steering wheel, the car moves by itself.

Ireland in the driver's seat was still lying there and yawning, and the car drove at high speed on the endlessly flowing road.

"Self-driving?"

Miss Ben Tang finally opened her mouth wide in surprise:

"NEXT Group already has mature fully automatic driving technology?"

"That's right." Curacao smiled slightly: "And this technology is not just as simple as 'mature'."

"We actually asked Bourbon to do the test for us:"

"The test results show that even in the most extreme driving environment, facing top opponents at the level of Bourbon, the performance of the autonomous driving AI will not lose too much."

"Not only can it meet the needs of daily driving, but it is also sufficient for us intelligence personnel."

"so…"

"Guys like Vodka who can only drive will probably lose their jobs in the future."

"..." Bentang Yinghai was stunned for a while.

When she just heard that Curacao was going to take her to the headquarters of the NEXT Japanese branch, she already felt something was wrong.

Now Curacao even yelled in front of her unabashedly:

"us?"

Miss Ben Tang asked in surprise:

"You 'Noah Organization' and 'NEXT Group' are all, are you in the same group?"

"This... Keel, to tell you the truth:"

"Actually, the NEXT operating system you are using now is the masterpiece of Mr. Noah."

"The initial funds and technical reserves for the establishment of NEXT Group are also provided by our organization behind the scenes."

Hondo Eikai: "..."

She was shocked by the shocking news:

They are a high-profile technological star enterprise in the United States, but the man behind the scenes is the mysterious Mr. Noah?

Doesn't that mean that the relationship between the Next Group and the Noah Organization is similar to the original relationship between the Masuyama Motor Group and the Black Organization?

Is it the relationship between white gloves and black bosses, subsidiaries and parent companies?

Such a company established by a mysterious organization can be openly opened in the United States as a star company, under the eyes of their CIA——

Even shortly after the company was established, it received the support of the leader of the Clinton Forest in public?

And the most terrifying thing is...

Such a big secret, Curacao and Ireland did not even hide it.

He actually said it directly in front of her, a CIA agent?

"You, you..."

"Aren't you afraid that I'll go back and report to my superiors?"

"Haha..." Ireland smiled nonchalantly: "You just report."

"If someone comes to check us, then I will lose."

These words startled Miss Ben Tang into silence for a while.

She couldn't help but think of the conversation she had with her superiors before she set off.

The superior seriously asked her not to act rashly, let alone make any offensive actions that are against the Noah organization—and even asked her to show a friendly attitude to the other party as much as possible.

This kind of cautious attitude is hardly like the CIA, which has always acted domineeringly.

Hondo Ekai felt that the situation was wrong at the time, so he asked his superiors on the sidelines:

"What the hell do you know?"

"Why can't the Noah organization mess with it?"

"Is there another force behind them?"

The superior's answer at the time was:

"Everyone understands this matter, and if you don't understand it, you don't understand it. It's better not to talk about it. Don't ask me what's wrong. The interests are too involved. It's not good for you to talk about it. Just pretend you don't know. That's enough, for the rest, I can only say that the water here is very deep, and many important people are involved..."

At that time, Hondo Ekai felt that the superior was perfunctory her.

Now I see the Noah organization blatantly opening a company in the United States, and they are still so "open and honest" in front of their CIA...

Miss Bentang finally realized:

The superior is not trying to perfuse her, but protecting her.

Knowing too much is really bad for her.

Among other things, just think about how much profit NEXT Group's technical reserves can bring, and how big a community of interests can be united by this huge profit in the upper echelons of various countries...

You can imagine how hard the background of Noah's organization is.

"Troublesome..."

Seeing that the water is getting deeper and deeper, it becomes more and more difficult to grasp.

Hondo Ekai felt more and more that he was involved in a vortex from which he could not escape.

Although both Ireland and Curacao had friendly smiles, she unconsciously became slightly nervous in front of her two old colleagues:

"So... Mr. Noah asked our CIA and intelligence agencies around the world for someone, what exactly is it for?"

"Is there anything we need to do?"

She still didn't understand the purpose of Noah's organization.