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When Grace evacuated from the hospital, Riise and Shaw had disappeared with Arthur.

Because of the gunshots, there was chaos outside the hospital, and people were talking about what happened.

Grace mixed with the crowd and walked out quickly.

"Ms. Louisa, are you okay?" Finch asked nervously.

"It's okay, my arm is a little bruised." Grace looked at her scrapped clothes and the blood on her arm, and walked to her car, "Next step..."

She was only halfway through when she was suddenly interrupted by a young voice.

"OMG, are you okay?"

Grace turned her head to look, and the boy in the sportswear looked at her wound in horror.

He still looked like a high school kid, a little shorter than Grace.

"Oh... Um," she didn't know what to say, "I'm fine, you should get out of here Boy, there was a shooting at the hospital."

"What?!" The boy exclaimed, and then turned his head to look at the noisy crowd at the entrance of the hospital, as if he finally understood the reason for this chaotic situation.

"But...I mean your injuries look serious, you...maybe should..."

The boy noticed that the car behind him had started at some point, and he drove away immediately.

"I think you should stay and wait for treatment..."

The boy looked at the leaving car with some disappointment, and murmured.

In the next second, he patted his cheek violently, looked around, and quickly hid in an empty alley.

Not long after, the crowd suddenly became more excited.

"It's Spider-Man!" Someone shouted.

Grace didn't know what happened to the hospital after she left. She was driving on the street, still hearing Finch's worried words.

"Ms. Louisa, why did that boy say you were seriously injured just now?" Finch was really worried that she would lie.

Grace's heart warmed slightly, and a helpless smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I never joke about my life," she said softly. "It's really just a minor injury."

"It just looks a little serious."

Her arm was bleeding just now, and now the bleeding has stopped, and the dried blood clots are stuck to the clothes, looking a little bad.

"Finch, where did they go?" Grace couldn't drive aimlessly like this.

"Mr. Reaser and the others are almost arriving at the safe house," Finch hesitated before continuing, "Ms. Louisa, can you come and pick me up?"

"Huh?" Grace was a little confused.

"... Arthur may be more willing to speak when he sees me." Finch sighed.

Some things are always unavoidable.

*****

Grace and Finch heard an argument when they entered the safe house.

"Who the hell are you! Why did you bring me here?" Arthur asked loudly.

Both Riise and Shaw looked like they had a headache, which had obviously been going on for some time.

"Arthur." Finch walked up to him and smiled at him.

Arthur's expression froze for a moment, looking at him in disbelief.

"Harold..."

"Arthur, they brought you to me, remember?"

Finch pressed Arthur back into the chair and sat opposite him.

Riise and Xiao immediately left the 'battlefield' and walked to Grace's side.

"Sometimes it's really frustrating not to be able to play hard." Xiao said with some helplessness.

Arthur refused to listen to anything just now, but they couldn't knock him out like they did to the enemy.

"Be considerate," Grace looked at Arthur excitedly reminiscing with Finch, "His illness can't be cured."

"Grace, your arm." Reese frowned slightly.

"Ah, it's okay," she raised her arm, "it was just scratched by a bullet."

"Were you hurt by the 'always vigilant' group?" Xiao's tone suddenly became unhappy.

Grace found the medical kit in the safe room and took out the alcohol, wound medicine and bandages.

"No, that fake Diane," she said as she took off her coat, and there was still a slight pain when she pulled it to the wound. She was only wearing a vest underneath, "she still has men."

"Her subordinates are also government agents." Grace wiped the wound with alcohol to dissolve the dried blood clots, she frowned slightly, "but I don't think she is in the same group as the agents who protected Arthur. "

Xiao walked over, sat in front of her, picked up the ointment on the table and applied it to Grace's arm.

"Thanks," Grace smiled at her, "that fake Diane, showing very aggressive emotions."

"The information in Arthur's head is really in demand." Xiao said as he finished bandaging Grace.

Grace thanked her with a smile, stood up and put the tattered coat back on.

Finch and Arthur were still sitting in the living room talking about old times.

To be more precise, Arthur unilaterally forcibly reconnected with Finch.

"Do you remember when we were in college, we said we were going to change the world?" Arthur looked pleased.

It was a joy to reunite with old friends.

"...I remember," Finch said.

Arthur nodded and said with a smile: "Even if I have this disease, I still remember it."

"Why didn't I see you again after graduation?" Arthur became confused, frowning deeply, "What did you do?"

It was difficult for Finch to answer this question, and the other three also walked over and stood there without saying a word.

Arthur looked up at the three of them, and said with some incomprehension: "Are they your colleagues?"

"Almost." Finch pursed his lips and smiled.

"Arthur, we have to discuss something." Finch said in a very serious tone.

Arthur blinked, his reaction still a little slow.

"Okay...what's the matter?" he agreed.

Finch looked into his eyes and asked, "Do you know what those people want from you?"

"Those people?" Arthur didn't understand.

"That imaging man, that fake Diane, those people with guns." Finch gave examples one by one.

Arthur was confused at first, then his expression became sad as if he remembered something.

"Yes... Diane has..." He wiped his eyes.

His wife has died.

"You work in the National Security Agency. What kind of secret project have you been involved with, so that those people have been chasing you?"

Finch asked more specifically, he thought it would make Arthur remember better.

Arthur fell silent and did not speak for a long time.

"I did it," Arthur said suddenly.

Several people looked at each other, knowing that something important was coming.

"What did you do, Arthur?"

"Samaritan," Arthur's eyes lit up when he said this, "Harold, I did it!"

Sure enough, new information appeared.

"Arthur, what is a Samaritan?" Finch asked in a deep voice.

The smile on the middle-aged man's face deepened. He approached Finch and said, "Samaritan is an incredible project."

And what Arthur said next really shocked everyone present.

Because the Samaritan in Arthur's mouth is simply another TheMachine.

It can detect potential terrorist activities by analyzing large amounts of data, and it has the same ability to foresee the perpetrator's actions as TheMachine.

"I designed it to be able to self-analyze past operating experience, so as to achieve self-upgrade."

"...So, it can memorize and learn." There was a slight tremor in Finch's voice.

Arthur nodded, and he said excitedly: "Samaritans are different, Harold I did it."

"That's real artificial AI."

The conversation had to be interrupted here.

Arthur was sitting alone on the sofa drinking the coffee Grace handed him, and seemed to be a little confused as to why Finch didn't continue to chat with him.

"There is still a machine outside, 'always vigilant' wants the Samaritans, and the government is the same." Reese said in a deep voice.

The main body of The Machine has escaped the control of the government and disappeared without a trace. The government must be worried about this.

Things that cannot be completely controlled by them should be destroyed.

But they also couldn't give up the information TheMachine gave them.

At this time, they need such a new machine.

"If another machine goes online... your and Stark's hard work during this period may be in vain." Grace said with a frown.

Finch spoke quickly: "TheMachine already possesses abilities far superior to those of the Samaritans, but if someone is willing to use and transform the Samaritans, they will not necessarily lose to TheMachine."

"We have to destroy it, that's what it means." Xiao added from the side.

"Yes." Finch replied with trembling lips.

*****

Steve feels that banks are much more complicated now than they used to be.

Just now an old man asked him the way, where to go to the bank. He saw that the old man was very old, so he came with him.

He looked at the retro decoration of the bank lobby as if it was last century, but it was filled with various electronic devices that he could not understand.

Hmm... that seemed to be a surveillance camera, he recognized it.

Steve knew he seemed aimless, but he felt more out of place.

Maybe he should open a new bank account.

But in fact, S.H.I.E.L.D. has prepared an account for him, and will send money to him every month.

Without those electronic devices, he would still feel that this place is no different from before.

Steve decided to leave anyway.

"Arthur, we need the key." He heard a female voice say so.

He just glanced over inadvertently, but he was attracted by some eyes.

The woman's clothes are torn, and the bandages can still be seen inside.

Her standing posture, her muscular lines, and her aura all show that she is not an ordinary person.

"We have to check and record the machine every day. Is today's work done?" said the middle-aged man.

The woman rubbed between her eyebrows and said again: "Arthur, the key."

"I, I don't know you." The middle-aged man took two steps back.

Steve saw the woman stretch out her hand towards the middle-aged man, as if she was going to touch him.

"Hey, wait, what do you want to do?" He couldn't help blocking the woman's movements.

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Grace was made a victim a few hours ago and a villain who bullied old people a few hours later

Grace: I feel that I am really smart, can you communicate with me in advance