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Facing Ethan's inquiry, Harold showed a faint smile.

"rest assured."

He raised his eyebrows slightly and said with complicated eyes: "This is not an idiot's question. Your worry is normal. After my friend was killed by a bomb, do you think I will still trust the authorities?"

"And from the beginning, I set the machine as a black box."

"No one can control it."

Harold took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyes: "That includes me."

"And there are a lot of restrictions set. The most important thing is that every once in a while, the machine will be completely restarted to ensure that it does not develop self-awareness."

"In my opinion, it's just a tool."

"A tool that can only operate according to a fixed program, can only send out messages, and cannot receive instructions."

After hearing this, Ethan understood.

The so-called high-level people that the other party mentioned before do not exist at all. When the machine detects that someone is in danger of life, it will directly contact Harold through various methods.

And once this guy got his social security number, he did everything he could to save people.

"Thank you for your candor."

Ethan patted Harold on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "I'm sorry about what you have experienced before."

"Thanks."

The latter wiped his glasses and put them back on: "Mayor Morgan, do you have any good suggestions next?"

"Given that you were once a Sheriff."

There was still a trace of tears in this guy's eyes. He smiled and said, "Investigation should be your specialty."

"what should we do?"

It has become very clear that the policewoman named Carter wanted to take revenge. Perhaps she wanted to interfere with it and create the illusion that HR was taking advantage of others.

This leads to the retaliation of the monopoly.

What Harold and the others want to do is to resolve the outbreak of this large-scale conflict so as not to harm innocent people.

So there is only one thing that can be done now.

"It's simple."

Grabbing the beer bottle from Xiao's hand, Ethan walked to the sofa and sat down: "The only thing that can be done now is to contact your friend, Detective Carter!"

"Find out what she wants to do."

"Only in this way can we resolve conflicts with purpose, instead of flying around like a fly without a head."

Harold was a little stunned.

However, he still picked up the phone and dialed Carter's phone number, but in his mind he was imagining how a fly without a head would fly.

"mean."

Xiao raised his middle finger at Ethan and opened the refrigerator next to him.

"Hey~"

She grabbed two bottles of beer and a whistle sounded.

The horse-dog named Little Bear rushed over quickly, but when it got close to the sofa, it stopped abruptly and tilted its head to look at Ethan. The evil aura on this stranger made it afraid to get close.

With a smile, Ethan showed off his white teeth.

There was also a sharp light in his eyes.

This move made the dog take a few steps back in fright.

"Come here, little bear."

Xiao threw the unopened beer to Ethan and said dissatisfied: "Damn it, put away your bad taste."

She had the same idea as the other person. There were nearly forty people on the whiteboard, and she couldn't follow them no matter how hard she followed them. She had to figure out what Carter wanted to do before she could decide on her next move.

"Hahaha."

Ethan chuckled, grabbed Xiao's arm and pulled her into his arms.

His behavior almost shocked Harold. In his heart, Xiao was synonymous with violence. He couldn't imagine when these two guys became so close.

The little bear scratched the ground dissatisfied, but did not dare to roar.

"No one answered."

Harold turned his gaze away from Xiao and quietly gave Ethan a thumbs up.

"As expected."

Ethan's waist was violently grabbed, and he let go of Xiao with a hiss: "Since the other party has made up his mind to do this, he will not be easily disturbed. I believe Detective Carter also expected that he would be exposed. .”

"No matter what, you should find her as soon as possible."

He said casually and continued to sip his beer, his eyes scanning Harold.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually developed artificial intelligence.

Fortunately, it is an uncontrollable black box, otherwise the news would be too shocking, but I should be careful in the future and never communicate on the phone if there are any important matters.

The thought of a machine monitoring calls at any time made him shiver all over.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Not only was there no return call, but no one answered Xiao’s call.

The two people seemed a little panicked. They went from wanting to figure out what happened to starting to worry about Detective Carter's life safety. After all, the machine can only detect planned crimes.

There will be no warning for sudden encounters.

Just as their mood gradually became impetuous, a low hum sounded, and small notes were spit out from a machine next to the computer desk.

Hearing this movement, Harold reflexively tore off the note.

Looking at the number above, he skillfully opened the Social Security Administration website and searched for the corresponding information of the social security number by hiding the administrator permissions.

"Shet."

Looking at the computer screen, Harold's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

Xiao sent another text message to Carter and asked in confusion.

The other party is always upright and behaves like an English gentleman in everything he does. He rarely gets rude.

Harold moved the mouse and tapped quickly.

The printer next to him quickly spit out an A4-size photo. He grabbed the photo with a hint of residual warmth and showed it to the two people opposite him: "You must not believe it, who is in trouble."

There is a black man in the photo.

He is in his fifties, with gray hair and a serious expression, exuding the aura of a superior.

"who?"

Ethan questioned.

"Alonzo Quinn."

Harold stood up and limped towards the whiteboard: "He is the chief of staff to the mayor of New York and the godfather of Detective Carter's dead boyfriend."

"Mayor Morgan, Ms. Xiao, please come over."

He looked at the photo in his hand, frowned and said, "Find out what kind of trouble our Mr. Quinn got into."

Ethan and Xiao looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

"Please wait."

At this moment, Harold stopped their actions and tapped on his Bluetooth headset to answer the phone: "Mr. Reese, have you found Detective Carter?"

"Um?"

"you sure?"

The tone became more and more surprised, and Harold's fingers became trembling.

After hearing what the other person said, he looked extremely shocked. He gritted his teeth and raised his arm, moving the photo he wanted to post next to it until it reached the top of the HR photo wall.

On top of Simmons, slam the photo down. (End of chapter)