I, the only superpower on earth

Just when the FBI raided the door of the apartment, rushed in and saw the bedroom with no walls.

At the same time, in a private jet that just took off from Los Angeles Airport, but its destination was San Francisco, Navalli sat on a large seat, watching the attentive flight attendants and full-time doctors coming and going around him, silently Silent.

Right in front of him, a man with piercing eyes was sitting opposite, leaning on the back of the seat relaxedly, looking at him with a smile.

"Hello, Navalli - or should I call you 'ocelotl', how does it feel?"

The man's eyes fell on Navali's dark red face full of scars, and there was no disgust or contempt in his eyes that other people usually have, but curiosity and understanding.

Navalli frowned, and shook his head:

"...I didn't expect that you would come here so directly... And you still use this..."

His eyes looked around for a week with some unease, and finally fell in front of him——

"……private plane."

The man - Sanders, the CTO of Close AI, looked at Navalli and smiled:

"Are you disturbed by this? A little apprehensive?"

Navalli looked at him and nodded subtly.

Sanders leaned forward and patted Navalli on the shoulder:

"This is the private plane of our big boss. This plane has received hundreds of billionaires, giants of the military-industrial complex, and the Secretary of State—you are different from them. You don't have amazing wealth, great power or lofty status——but there is only one point, and that alone is worth the plane setting sail for you and landing at the airport in Los Angeles——

"—you are a genius. Geniuses deserve privileges."

...

The plane soars through the clouds in the stratosphere.

The flight from Los Angeles to San Francisco is only more than 600 kilometers.

During the nearly one-hour flight, Sanders' voice floated in the cabin of the private jet, describing something in detail to Navari.

"Since we got the program you provided, our new generation of AI research and development work has been accelerated a lot - because your request is too clear, so we can easily think that 'ocelotl' is the side of Masip Senanes The relevant person—and your characteristics are too obvious, the detectives we sent basically found the target in a short time—— Navalli Evans, a Mexican man who is obsessed with computer technology , with the help of Masip...

"Although we found you, we didn't bother you at first—Both I and CEO Salman know that genius is a precious thing. In order to show our sincerity, we restored the content of those videos in the laboratory. AI traces, and released it - you see, our contract content has been completed...

"...However, the 'Masip Senanese Incident' is not that simple. Although the boss's financial resources and the influence of Close AI, the FBI and LAPD dare not directly investigate us, but they are like We also found you, and also found the connection between the name 'ocelotl' and the name 'Navali'... In order to eliminate the threat, they decided to use the same thing as 'ocelotl' to arrest you - and our boss advanced After receiving this news, I thought I should take this time to bring you back, so I sent me to receive you.

"...Don't worry, your computer and data media have been packed and taken away by our people. You should come to San Francisco at the same time as us. If you need anything else, you can mention it—this is for the Genius perks.

"Moreover, after we investigated some of your background, we discovered some things you encountered in the past. Therefore, we specially dispatched manpower and finally succeeded in finding a few targets."

Sanders smiled and placed a tablet in front of Navalli.

And almost the moment he saw the first face on the computer screen, Navalli's eyes were already "glued" to it.

"This is……"

He sighed in a weak voice.

Sanders' voice came from the side:

"This man's current name is Fernand, and he is now an apartment in Paris-but according to our investigation, he used to have another name in the United States, that is Bai Rubik Evans, you can go down Turn over."

Navalli's finger slid down blankly, and what appeared next in the center of the screen was a woman's face:

"Filias, who currently runs a beer hall in Rio de Janeiro—but she used to be called Estrella."

Sanders' voice continued to be heard steadily, and Navalli shook his head slowly, as if a little unbelievable, but the facts were just in front of him.

The finger continued to slide down, and several pictures of people appeared, but the man who peeled off his face did not appear until the end of the slide.

Navalli looked up and looked at Sanders. The latter thought he was dissatisfied, and explained gently: "There is another key person who has not been found-Geraldo Firmende. However, the detective agency we hired has been dispatched around the world, and in addition-"

As if to change the subject, Sanders showed him a smile with white teeth:

"However, Navalli, there should be many people you miss in the picture above, right? This information is our meeting gift. This is the era of information and technology—information is power, and we, Close AI, are already information suppliers. And, you know, the company we are backed by is also a giant founded by our BOSS, and it is also one of the largest information oligarchs in the world. How about it, do you want to do something? "

Navalli lowered his head and looked at the faces that appeared on the tablet.

Some of the people he had been thinking about wanted revenge, and some wanted to meet again—but no matter who they were, they were the existences that he thought were far away and unreachable, but at this time, they were within Sanders' reach. The subordinates of the company he represented reappeared in front of him in a few days full of information.

However……

Time has passed, and seeing the faces of these people again, even if there is his mother among them, Navalli actually feels like a pool of stagnant water in his heart, without any waves.

He stared at the name "Philias" on the tablet computer. He was obviously much older, but he was completely different from before. His cheeks became extremely plump and his neck was a few times bigger. In the center of the tavern, only the "mother" who could vaguely see the traces of the past in her eyebrows and eyes slowly shook her head:

"...it doesn't matter—I don't need or want to see them anymore."

Speaking, Navalli raised his head and looked at Sanders.

"...Thank you for helping me so much—it's time for me to complete the contract. So...what is the main work I have to do?"

Sanders looked at him, a smile slowly forming on his face.

"You'll find out soon, Navalli."

At this moment, the private plane had reached the landing point, and with a violent roar, it slowly landed on the runway.

Under the slight vibration transmitted by the pulley to the inside of the car, the plane slowly stopped, and the gangway was swung downward at an oblique angle. With the careful support of the service staff, Navalli walked down the gangway step by step. I couldn't help squinting my eyes.

And just in front of the gangway, Salman, the CEO of Close AI, who had been waiting for a long time, walked forward quickly. His black slightly protruding eyes, which are unique to Jews, stared closely at Navari, and a shallow smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. meaning.

"Hello, Navalli Evans."