The Goddess Shines on America

Don't look at the always dazed and dazed people on weekdays, but Alice has never forgotten her brains about black technology.

"Black technology" was once a term that appeared in "Full Metal Frenzy". It originally meant knowledge that was not independently developed by human beings and surpassed the existing technology of human beings. Refers to scientific technologies or products that are far beyond the reach of current human technology or knowledge, lack current scientific basis, and violate the principles of nature.

In the same way, things that have no scientific basis but are very powerful and have the name of technology, which can be used like magic, can also be called this kind of name.

Furthermore, under normal circumstances, technologies or products that cannot be realized by humans at present, or cannot be produced at all, can be collectively referred to as "black technologies", and the standard is that they do not conform to the common sense of the real world and the current level of technology. That is to say, certain technologies secretly developed by government agencies and giant chaebols but not yet known to the public are also eligible to be used as such.

Any genius from the 21st century can't help thinking about black technology, especially Alice's brain is also placed here after all, and of course there is no exception. In fact, the router she developed back then is, in a sense, the level of semi-black technology, because it was not only born two years ahead of the first router in history, but also directly possessed the super performance of the 1990s .

Therefore, if you look at it from a standard meaning and a historical perspective, Alice has been delving into black technology almost all the time. Cisco's three major current mainstream products, routers, switches, and firewalls, were not only invented by her ahead of history, but are all high-end products in the 1990s. It is difficult for other peers to imitate such high-end products. It is equivalent to the level of semi-black technology.

Otherwise, how could Cisco, under her umbrella, develop smoothly to the present? Once a technology-based company plays technology crushing, the result is self-evident.

But it's all small business.

Sometimes, it’s time to actually do something—as opposed to building a product a few years in advance.

Alice has never had the habit of doing useless work. Anyway, no Fifth Apostle will attack Los Angeles, so of course she doesn't need to develop a positron cannon; anyway, no one has discovered Minovsky particles that can shield conventional communication equipment, so of course she doesn't need to develop a Gundam to change the war mode; at the same time Reason, anyway, there are no fifteen-meter-tall giants that appear in the city every day to cull humans. Of course, she didn't need to develop a thing called a three-dimensional mobile device, and put it on her black water mercenaries.

Although yes, it would be cool if she develops something, but under the premise that she has no desire to rule the world by force, there is no need for research and development of most technologies...that is, there is no market.

But now, it seems the market has arrived.

In fact, the definition of the market is very simple, that is, whether Alice needs it or not.

If she needs it, there is a market; if she doesn't need it, there is no market. Then there is no market, and of course there will be no concentration on research and development of a certain technology or product.

Then she needs it now.

"I just came back, and I'm going back again. Look at what you've been doing every day."

Right after waking up, Sophie straightened her daughter's hair in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Even if it is a year earlier, Alice is still a high school graduate, and a proper hairstyle can show off her charm.

"It's work, Mom, and it's a big job." However, even though she was wearing a very ladylike dish, Alice still smiled like a punk girl: "Okay, Brody and Monica I've been waiting downstairs for a long time."

Sophie didn't take it seriously: "It's no big deal to keep them waiting, but Alice, are you sure you want that Brody as your bodyguard? I thought you would choose a female soldier."

Speaking of which, the hair has been done, but the mother did not forget to hand a jacket to her daughter.

"For a job like a bodyguard, the first effect is on the outside." Alice put on her jacket and said, "Most male soldiers have advantages over female soldiers in this respect, unless you really ask me to find someone who weighs three hundred Pound old bitches!"

"I'm just somewhat surprised." Handing out the jacket, and then the purse, Sophie didn't forget to weigh it before handing it to Alice: "It's quite heavy. All these years, Alice, I haven't seen you How many boys have you been in close contact with, and why do you get so close to this Brody? He seems to be older than you...about twelve years old?"

These words were a bit shocking. Alice took the purse, and seeing Sophie's tangled expression, she was also tangled: "Almost twelve years old? Are you memorizing his resume?"

"My daughter's personal bodyguard!" Seeing that Alice asked back with a sharp voice, Sophie's tone also raised a little: "Shouldn't you look at your resume?"

It should be, and Alice knows better that such topics are definitely getting darker and darker, so before a certain kind of bloody plot is about to start, she waved her hands and said: "Hurry up and turn on the TV to watch your eight o'clock prime time." Well, I have to go back to England quickly, Sarah wants to take it!"

"Eight o'clock... There are still twelve hours~"

Finally, throwing off Sophie's ridicule from afar, Alice rushed into the elevator with astonishing speed.

"call……"

Then there was a ding sound, and when the door opened on the 115th floor, the two passengers who had been waiting for a long time saw their young boss looking at the sky speechlessly and caressing his forehead.

"Alice?" Monica stepped into the elevator box wearing a long windbreaker: "Did you sleep well this morning?"

Brody was steady and didn't say a word.

"It's okay... I just felt a little cold, suffered a cerebral hemorrhage, and wanted to hang myself in depression."

Monica nodded, and then pressed the floor button leading to the parking garage: "It's fine."

Brody remained silent.

The number of people working in the Alice Building is as high as tens of thousands, but the time is still short at this moment. Although the parking lot is large, the occupancy rate is still average. Of course, the specific distribution of cars will change from time to time. But no matter what the outside world is like, the occupancy rate is always balanced in this area that has been separately opened up to park the royal family's private cars.

After going out the door, he walked straight ahead, and the milky white Rolls-Royce classic stopped here peacefully, and Brody quickly stepped forward to open the back seat. Alice casually glanced at the Bugatti on the right. She was walking fast, but suddenly stopped.

Monica: "What's wrong?"

"Do you see a scratch on the front of my bumper?"

Both Brody and Monica walked forward quickly, but there was a scratch mark there, Monica moved slowly, Brody stared at the shape of the scratch, and followed a beautiful The arc was instantly locked onto a target.

"Boss, there is also a mark on the side of Master Oscar's Lamborghini, probably because he was careless when he got out of the car..."

"I said why did this bastard always like to avoid me last night..." Alice's face turned green immediately: "Brudy is driving, Monica, where is my cell phone!?"

Today, the large army was traveling together, and the boss, Alice, who was full of fun, naturally handed over the mobile phone to Monica for safekeeping. Therefore, with the rolls-royce car version of the high-end engine Qidong, the old classic Motorola also went straight to the altitude of more than 600 meters.

Then came the complaint, and along with Alice's numerous crime reports, the snow-white British limousine quickly drove out of the underground garage. The outside world is the bustling Los Angeles city center that just arrived at the rush hour for work, but even though the traffic was rolling, when Brody finally drove the car onto the highway, someone's complaints still didn't end.

"Absolutely prohibit him from driving that broken car again! Apply to the court for an injunction! Mom, you are a lawyer. Article 72 of Volume 36 of Oceania International Law clearly stipulates that the younger brother who scratched his sister's car will have his driver's license revoked for three years! "

"It seems that the boss is really excited today."

The performance of a luxury car is also limited. Sitting in the co-pilot, Monica could clearly hear the voice behind: "Brody, how about you?"

They were all on the 115th floor. Monica had noticed the silence of her colleagues since the morning, and understood his thoughts. It is true that it is impossible for Alice to really force Brody to do a human test, but this is just like the relationship between Zhou Yu and Huang Gai as the old Chinese saying goes. How many people can really say that they are not interested when a person, a man, a retired elite special soldier encounters the opportunity to become a superhero?

"Very nervous." Brody let out a sigh of relief, which can be regarded as a sigh of relief since he woke up: "After all, this kind of experiment and diet pills are two different things, right?"

Monica raised her slender eyebrows: "What do you mean?"

"You... feel like you've lost weight recently."

Suddenly, all the members of the car opened their mouths just now, and the only sound left was Alice's phone call.

"I haven't even splashed a speck of mud on it since I bought it! That bastard Oscar scratched it! My Anne! My Rita! My Mariana! That's my precious car!" Mom!"

Fortunately, Brody's driving speed is not slow, so he can avoid the boss's endless yelling. In the distance, Los Angeles International Airport can be seen. Three planes took off one after another within ten minutes.

"One Boeing 747 is not enough." After a long silence, Brody spoke again: "Although the boss has no business in the mainland, the frequency of commuting to and from San Jose and Seattle is still very high. The 747 is too big, so there should be another Multi-engine fixed-wing aircraft assistance, what do you think?"

Monica glanced at the driver beside her.

She raised her eyebrows.

"I reckon she'd buy another unarmed Apache that might be bigger, Sniper.