Marvel Magic Case Files

Chapter 471 Fully Automated High-Altitude Mass Execution Machine (Second Update)

Salomon's words to Stephanie weren't just an excuse; he was genuinely extremely busy. He was leading several fully armed androids, investigating hundreds of suspected leads provided by the AI. Meanwhile, Mr. Finch and Mr. Reese were preoccupied with cracking down on corrupt police officers in New York City and had no time to pursue these leads.

The task of tracking these clues was extremely important; the AI ​​claimed it was to track down another AI with the same level of intelligence, and the most crucial step was ensuring that a man with a damaged brain, under intelligence surveillance, remained bedridden. Making contact with this closely monitored man without leaving a trace was incredibly difficult, but Salomon managed it.

To ensure that Harold Finch and Mr. Riser were not involved, he personally checked on the health of Mr. Finch's old classmate without letting anyone see it, including his wife.

But that wasn't the only thing taking up his free time. Lately, Nick Fury, the director of S.H.I.E.L.D., had also been quite restless. He had repeatedly invited Salomon to the Triangular Wing headquarters, but Salomon sensed ill intentions. S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters was a blind spot for the AI's surveillance; it was sorry it hadn't been able to help.

Salomon did not blame it, but he was still concerned about the level of intelligence exhibited by artificial intelligence.

It just so happens that a prototype of the macro cannon recently produced by the Immortal City needed to be tested after being fitted with a semi-automatic loading system. So when Salomon entered the S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, the muzzle of the giant cannon, as tall as a man, was pointed at Nick Fury's office under the cover of the trees. The Sorority had already loaded the shells and was ready to fire at any moment.

They weren't worried about their master's safety at all, but that didn't mean they wouldn't use force against those who harbored ill will towards their master. Because that was the most intolerable act of blasphemy, and no sorority member would forgive such behavior.

"I know what you've been investigating lately." Nick Fury was unusually generous, handing the arcane wizard a thick stack of documents. Perhaps the director of S.H.I.E.L.D. was very pleased to have an intelligence advantage, as he was quite open with his answer this time. "Samaritan," Nick Fury said, "the project you're investigating was halted by Congress in 2005, the code has been destroyed, and nothing is left."

"You called me here for something like this?" Salomon appeared to glance through the documents, but he was actually using magic to read them carefully. Even without opening the documents, he could clearly read every word. Under Nick Fury's questioning gaze, he reached to the bottom of the pile of documents and pulled out a thin brown paper document bag.

"With that kind of skill, you could play bingo. Should I be glad S.H.I.E.L.D. didn't get a call from the police about you causing a scene at the casino?" Nick Fury said. "I called you here for something else. A failed AI development isn't important; what's important is the idea behind this project—an AI that monitors and predicts crime, nipping it in the bud. What are your thoughts on this project?"

“Generally, if you consult me, it means you’re doing it. At least you’re planning to, or maybe you’ve been doing it for a while but nobody knows.” Salomon sat down in the chair opposite his desk. “I’m not a law student, I know a little about computer technology, I studied physics and astronomy. And when did S.H.I.E.L.D. become so concerned about crime rates? Isn’t that what the police are supposed to do?”

"S.H.I.E.L.D. is...

"Okay, okay, skip that. Remember that New York City police strike? After the police left the streets, the crime rate in New York City actually dropped to an all-time low that day, even in Black neighborhoods." Salomon couldn't help but deliver a biting sarcasm to Nick Fury. "Maybe you should fire all the police officers, then crime won't happen."

"Let's get down to business!"

"No problem. Enjoying security inevitably means giving up some freedom. I'm not some brainwashed idiot who values ​​freedom above all else." Salomon subtly mocked many people, but Nick Fury pretended not to hear. "Americans are actually worried about crime while collectively opposing the installation of a network of security cameras. Weak politicians are worried about losing votes and only install cameras in wealthy areas, and the police refuse to respond to calls in poor neighborhoods. So you can do whatever you want, because this problem can't be solved by a machine that can predict crime. It's a problem with the social system, and nothing you do will help."

"Sorry, I wasn't talking about you. You're still very important," Salomon whispered into his constantly vibrating phone.

Why are you talking into your phone?

"It's nothing." Salomon handed the documents back to Nick Fury, then downed the hot tea Agent Maria Hill had brought him. This female agent was always cold and aloof towards Salomon, so it was surprising that she'd offered him tea as a guest. "If there's nothing else, I'll be going. You'll never meet someone as good-natured as me in your life, Nick Fury."

"Are you sure you want to leave now?" The director of S.H.I.E.L.D. also stood up. "You've already guessed what I'm doing. Don't you want to see the specifics?"

"You mean you want to invite me to see your 'fully automated high-altitude mass execution machine'?" Salomon's mocking tone startled Nick Fury. He recalled Salomon's intelligence advantage and its consequences. If Salomon's "fully automated high-altitude mass execution machine" referred to the three Sky Carriers of Project Insight, even Nick Fury, however reluctant, had to admit that the nickname was very apt.

Damn prophecy, how does he know everything?

"Let's go, what are we waiting for?" Salomon stood up. "During the French Revolution, the guillotine designed by Louis XVI himself could only behead forty or fifty people a day. I'm sure your big guy is even more efficient. Hurry up, let me see how much wisdom is embodied in this modern high-tech guillotine."

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"Mater, why are you so happy?" Through their soul connection, Tita, following behind Salomon, sensed that her master's emotions were strange. Ever since leaving the S.H.I.E.L.D. Tri-Turned Wing headquarters, Salomon had been in a state of excitement. This was not only because S.H.I.E.L.D.'s design perfectly suited the multi-turret design of large warships and giant cannons, but also because Salomon had already planned how to take advantage of these resources.

The Nazi faction of Hydra was the most successful of all Hydras.

Although the Malik family has gained political status, they are far less well-connected than the human smugglers who truly control the military-industrial complex. Whether in terms of military technology or human resources, the Malik family is no match for Alexander Pierce. Even Gideon Malik's former seat on the World Security Council was secured by Alexander Pierce, essentially as an inside man for him.

Of course, even if things went wrong during the Battle of New York, given America's "democratic politics," Gideon Malik, who launched the nuclear missile, would still be able to escape unscathed.

"Because we're about to have an aircraft carrier!" Salomon said happily, "and maybe a few planes as a bonus."

Please vote for me!

(End of this chapter)