Darkness is Coming

The smoke filled the gunpowder, and the dust settled. Mark Kazonga struggled to stand up. With the help of the white reporter, he slowly stood up straight. He shook his head slightly in a trance. Clear the electronic sound in the headphones.

   "A non-hostile target is approaching at the five o'clock direction, holding a double-barreled shotgun, contact countdown 5, 4, 3, 2, 1."

   "Bangdang"

Another door was kicked open, and Mangoche, an old servant with a shotgun, rushed in aggressively. When he saw Mark Kazonga being "coerced" by a white reporter, he pulled the shotgun at the white reporter without saying a word. He pulled the trigger, ignoring Tang Fei who was standing on the other side with two guns.

   "Don't!" Mark Katsunga shouted, but it was too late, the trigger was pulled and there was a click, but no bullet was ejected from the barrel.

Heck, Mark Kazonga breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Mangoche was in a hurry when he arrived and forgot to load the shotgun with bullets. After all, he is an old man with no combat experience and can't ask for more from him. Loyalty is invaluable.

   "Mangoche, put down the gun!" Mark Kazonga finished shouting, and glanced at Tang Fei and his assistant. The two of them looked indifferent, and were not nervous at all because of the oolong just now.

   Maybe they already knew that Mangoche's shotgun was unloaded, Mark Kazonga thought, which would explain why they were so calm.

  Poor Mangoche saw the bullet holes and several corpses in the room, and his hands were shaking with fright. Hearing the shout, he immediately threw the shotgun and knelt down on his knees. As the chairman of the People's Progressive Movement Party, Mark Kazonga has never been involved in any large-scale struggle before. As his personal servant, it is naturally the first time that Mangoche has seen such a scene.

   "Okay, stand up, sit next to me, and don't talk." Mark Kazonga ignored the loyal servant and quickly turned to look at Tang Fei with bright eyes.

  Mark Kasongga took out the earphone, handed it back to Tang Fei, and asked, "Mr. Tang, can you please explain?"

Tang Fei nodded happily and said, "Hehe, how do you say it, there are all kinds of religions in this world, and the spiritual leaders of many of them always claim that they have the ability to communicate with the gods they believe in, but every time they communicate with gods Sometimes they always have to come up with a variety of sacrifices and rituals, but my situation is much simpler, I only need a computer, mobile phone or earphones that can be connected to the Internet, and I can hear the voice of God.”

"God's voice? But what I heard...it should be electronic synthesis." Mark Katzunga hesitated, he had lived too long, long enough to make him question the existence of gods, and Unlike those old people who yearn for a spiritual destination before dying, he is not afraid of death, so he has not believed in gods for many years.

"Yes, it's electronic synthesis, haha, for those of us who rely on network signals and mechanical equipment in all aspects, isn't a life that can control all networks and machines a god-like existence?" Tang Fei He laughed loudly, "Compared to those pseudo-gods who are indifferent to the suffering of believers and only constantly exploit believers to make believers dedicate themselves to them, they can appear in your perception and can solve your troubles and break the desperate situation. Super life, not more like A truly merciful God?"

"Do you mean artificial intelligence?" asked Mark Kazonga, who had heard the concept from his granddaughter Muta, but he always thought that artificial intelligence was just an unrealistic fantasy, how can a computer understand the human brain , How can a machine have intelligence?

"Yes, this great 'god' can also be defined by terms such as 'artificial intelligence'. As long as there is a network signal, it is its domain. All screen recording devices, such as those installed in each room in this room. The surveillance cameras on each channel can be its eyes, all audio input devices, such as mobile phones and computers, can be its ears, and all audio output devices can be its mouths. Unlike lies for profit, this **** exists and is everywhere."

   After Tang Fei finished speaking, he raised the gun in his hand. Mark Kazonga remembered that he had said that it was a prop he used to prove, and what happened just now really confirmed what Tang Fei said.

"Oh, wait, the last group of guests is here." Tang Fei pulled Mark Kazonga to the sofa, helped him sit down, and then opened a tablet computer and placed it on the low cabinet. There is a surveillance screen showing, which should be aerial photography from the perspective.

  Tang Fei glanced at the screen and was happy.

   "As expected of a blood skeleton, so arrogant."

   In the picture, three armored vehicles rushed towards the undefended Presidential Palace in a zigzag pattern, arrogant and arrogant, obviously determined to win the bounty.

   However, just when the three armored vehicles were about to break through the railing, a mutation suddenly occurred. One of the armored vehicles exploded without warning, and the air wave overturned it. After rolling for a few laps, none of the passengers in the vehicle survived.

   Seeing this scene, Tang Fei clapped his hands in admiration: "So, modern warfare is an information-led war. Sometimes we don't even need to do it ourselves, we can directly kill the enemy with the enemy's weapons."

The other two armored vehicles braked suddenly, and the four doors were pushed open at the same time. More than a dozen mercenaries armed to the teeth were armed with various weapons and rushed out of the iron cans. They quickly formed the battle queue, left the armored vehicles and looked for cover. , as Tang Fei said, they are all professional bounty hunters, which is very different from the rabble just now.

   "What?" asked Mark Kazonga nervously, realizing that he wanted to live a little longer now.

"Don't worry, give it to the miniature armed drone." Tang Fei smiled, and then the picture began to zoom in, and several six-wing drones that looked like children's toys appeared. man-machine.

  How could such a drone defeat an experienced and capable mercenary team? Facts soon gave the answer.

   Just when the mercenaries found that the drones were about to fire, a high-decibel beep suddenly came from each of their headsets and earphones.

   After a short absence, the great pain forced each mercenary to roll on the ground with their ears covered like crazy, and desperately tore their headsets and earphones.

   At the same time, several drones fired again and again, with no missing bullets and headshots. After three seconds, there was no one living person on the screen, only corpses were left on the ground.

"OK." Tang Fei stretched out his hand and closed the protective case of the tablet, and said to Mark Kazonga, "These are all **** executioners, no need to sympathize, okay, the guests have been entertained, let me continue Interview, Your Excellency?"