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Chapter 1042: The Wrath of the Eastern Witch

There is a classic Federation comics character called Superman.

Superman is omnipotent. He has immense strength, is invulnerable to swords and guns, can fly, and as a superhero he saves the world every day.

But even so, there are still many people who hate Superman and want to drive him out of the earth.

Of course, there are various reasons, for example, he is too powerful and I can't control him, he saved others but not me when something happened last time, etc.

It is a naive illusion to expect everyone to remain rational.

In this sudden change, under the seemingly well-intentioned inquiries of the mathematical usurper, Professor Maxwell finally realized the essential problem behind this change.

A savior needs a clear standard - what does it mean to save the world?

We want to make mathematical usurpers, or artificial intelligence with independent consciousness and thinking logic, play a correct role.

What is needed is not a base protocol of three hundred articles.

It is the only voice coming from a highly centralized authority.

Just listen to me and do it according to my standards!

This is obviously contrary to Avalon's current organizational structure.

This is a fatal flaw.

Conservatives want to be conservative, liberals want to be liberal, people outside want to come in, and people inside want to go out.

Everyone wants to make rules that are beneficial to themselves, but is unwilling to abide by other people's rules.

The basic protocol seems to constrain artificial intelligence and ensure that everyone has life security.

But in reality, it is human beings themselves who are bound.

AI has the time, resources, and motivation to find logical loopholes in the underlying protocol.

For an ordinary person born in a peaceful era, let alone as many as 300 basic agreements, he may not even know what the basic agreements are.

"I have a question, and I hope you can answer it accurately without hiding anything."

After a long silence, the old professor whispered, "You know what I am currently researching. I want to extract energy from the Sea of ​​Aether to provide eternal power for Avalon and you. But if I don't do this, will you steal my research results or find a way to get rid of me?"

"of course not."

The mathematical usurper calmly replied: "But I can't guarantee that after your research results are exposed, others will not have evil thoughts about you, and use various means to force you to hand over your results, or even murder you. If you think your personal safety is threatened, I can provide you with the highest level of security."

"That is to say, you won't take the initiative to protect me."

"According to the basic agreement, my protection measures for you may affect your personal privacy, so you must obtain your permission and authorization."

"Okay, I understand."

After hearing this answer, the old professor finally confirmed his idea.

And the message that the mastermind behind this incident wants to convey to me.

Something has gone wrong with the Avalon Project, and without even realizing it, we have become captive slaves.

We are the lab rats.

Regardless of life, old age, sickness or death, in the eyes of observers, we are just a line of data on a piece of paper.

…………

Wang Yunxiao looked in surprise at the four-legged monster that fell from the sky.

It's this again?
This is the second time I have met Chu Jiang in desperate situation.

Should I say that I am lucky and that I can always turn misfortune into good fortune and turn disaster into blessing?

Or is there some inexplicable fate and bond between us?
I seem to have done something unnecessary again.

Looking around at the traces of fierce fighting, Chu Jiang quickly figured out Wang Yunxiao's tactical intentions by following the cause and effect line.

It turns out that there is no need to worry about it at all, this bastard has already found a way out.

I was so worried about your safety that I even revealed my identity in front of Shen Qingxi.

Waste of time, waste of feelings.

I feel angry and embarrassed when I work hard to cook a meal at home, but my husband calls and says we are going out for dinner in the evening.

The only good news is that this time Wang Yunxiao did not have any questionable woman around him.

Wait...Chu Jiang's gaze fell on the remains of the defender behind Wang Yunxiao.

"Aren't you going to pick that thing up?"

"Uh...what's the problem?"

Wang Yunxiao had no idea why the majestic Mountain God wanted to say this to him right away.

The problem is getting bigger.

Why are you moving shit?

The shell of this robot looks good, and it can be said to perfectly hit the strike zone of straight men's aesthetics.

It is tall, mighty, and handsome, and is equipped with various RGB light strips of unknown meaning and fancy weapons.

If there wasn't shit inside the shell, Chu Jiang would also like to make one and place it at the entrance of his own temple as a door god.

"If you must take it back, at least remove the control motherboard and chips inside."

"Um……"

Wang Yunxiao was a little hesitant. He actually didn't quite understand these technical issues.

Then he saw the monster in front of him being wrapped in a ball of black wind and transformed into the appearance of Li Mumu with white hair and red eyes.

"..."

"???"

Wang Yunxiao's brain suddenly crashed.

"Tear it down, and I'll tell you the story behind it when we get back."

"Ah... OK, tear it down!"

Wang Yunxiao's hands had already started moving, but his mind still hadn't come to his senses and his eyes were fixed on Li Mumu.

"What are you..."

"Are you surprised?"

I am surprised, but where does the joy come from, dear?
When Wang Yunxiao thought back to his past dealings with Chu Jiang, he felt extremely overwhelmed.

How come I didn’t know you were such a sinister woman?
Li Mumu stared at Wang Yunxiao's almost burnt body and broken arms, and said coldly: "Do you always like to make yourself look like this? You just want to be so reckless because you are so strong, right?"

"You can't say that."

Wang Yunxiao quietly defended himself: "Isn't it my wife who was bullied..."

"Who is your wife?"

"dog."

"You are a dog!"

Li Mumu stretched out her finger and poked Wang Yunxiao's chest twice: "Does it hurt? Does it hurt?"

"It hurts, it hurts, it hurts... If you have something to say, just talk it over without using any force!"

Wang Yunxiao gritted his teeth and begged for mercy.

This woman's fingernails are better than fucking Wolverine's claws.

He was really hurting.

"Who's the dog?"

Wang Yunxiao looked at Li Mumu silently.

Don’t you know what you have become?

"That's a Qilin!"

Li Mumu was furious. You will never hear a good word from such an uneducated person.

Before I advanced, you laughed at me and said I was a white-haired weasel, and now you say I’m a dog?
Wang Yunxiao pondered for two seconds and asked tentatively, "So it evolved from a white-haired weasel into a white-haired lion dog?"

Li Mumu took a deep breath and slowly showed her sharp nails.

You'd better go to hell!

(End of this chapter)