Artificial intelligence is good, but this is not the artificial intelligence Bella needs. On the contrary, she also has to hinder the other party from running this artificial intelligence.

"So your Samaritans need the government to release the public information database and upload all the data to your AI server?"

The old man did not give a positive answer, but instead retreated to advance: "For the people, they will only lose a small part of their personal privacy, but can get enough security environment. I think this is very appropriate."

Bella shook her head gently: "Sir, your words have not convinced me that the people's right to privacy cannot be violated. The President has just signed a bill to increase the salary income of police and security practitioners. We are now..."

She pointed to the screen: "Now the Samaritans who connect to you, the ninety-two thousand police officers who make up three thousandth of the country's population will lose more than half of the jobs. I don't think it's a good time to launch Samaritans."

Holding high the banner of people's privacy and unemployment, Bella didn't give the old man any chance, so she rejected the other party's artificial intelligence solution. The government will not allocate money, let alone open the database. Get out of here.

The old man with a pleated face was very depressed and prepared to speak all the time, but he was denied before he could say a few words. This made him very upset, but his arm could not twist his thighs, so he could only find another way.

The old man took three men to leave the Pentagon in a Chevrolet.

Along the way, the old man with a pleated face kept calling, trying to contact acquaintances and doing work on Tongbeila. He still had some connections. He went around seven or eight times and contacted Charlie's female chief of staff who had a single mother, Latino and high education, etc. for several BUFFs.

"We hope the White House can pass through the Samaritan..." Before he finished speaking, he heard his bodyguard screaming, and then a series of gunfire sounded, and the blood of the bodyguard splattered his head and face. Finally, Chevrolet was overturned onto the auxiliary road by the shock wave caused by the explosion. The old man was covered in blood on his face, and his turbid eyes looked out the car window and saw a tall man wearing goggles, masks, and black combat uniform walking to him.

The man's pace was steady, and the distance at each step was as accurate as measuring. He held an M4A1 carbine with an M203A1 grenade launcher, a SIG-P226 pistol was hung on his right leg, and a grenade and a tactical straight knife around his waist. This guy was like a walking arsenal. The most eye-catching thing was the man's left arm, a pure metal arm with silver glow, and the red five-pointed star on the left upper arm was particularly eye-catching.

John Greer, with a pleated face, was pulled out of the Chevrolet by the man roughly. The other party grabbed his neck with the mechanical arm, and threw it onto another car like he was throwing something, and then left.

When John Greer was awake again, he found himself in a dim room, with several fully armed soldiers standing around him, a curly-haired, not tall, well-dressed old man looking at him.

When he was young, he was also an agent of the British intelligence agency. John Greer quickly calmed down. His eyes swept across the faces of many soldiers one by one. Considering that he was old and weak, the chance of breaking free from the constraints was really not high, he could only sigh secretly and look at the old man who was staying in front of him.

"Secretary Pierce, do you have something to eat here? I'm a little hungry."

Alexander Pierce looked down at the same ambitious old guy with his hands in his pockets.

"Mr. Greer, you must be very annoyed now, right? Actually, there is no need. You are not losing to me, but to a powerful organization. You use the ability of the organization to deal with you alone. You have no chance of winning. Surrender and hand over the Samaritan source code and I will let them give you a pleasure."

John Greer's face was solemn, and there were more pleats on his face.

He wanted to know more about the enemy's background and immediately asked, "Is the organization you are talking about... S.H.E.L.D?"

"Hahahaha-S.H.I.E.L.D?"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

"Haha, this guy has no idea what we are doing!"

Alexander Pierce and the soldiers around him burst into laughter, and only the man with metal arms caught back John Greer's face coldly, without a trace of smile.

John Greer's heart was cold. If these people admitted that they were SHIELD, then he might still have a chance to survive, but now the other party has no intention of keeping it secret. He knows the other party's secret, and the chance of leaving alive is already very slim.

The Hydra agent next to him took out the suitcase he used to show Bella, opened the box, and stayed at the interface where he entered the key.

Another Hydra agent cut off the rope from John Greer.

"The original intention of the Samaritans to develop was to restore the world to a stable and efficient order, right? In fact, our purpose is the same. Please give us the Samaritans. Database, funds, and personnel. We have these things. Our resources and connections will continue to develop your artificial intelligence." Alexander Pierce said word by word.

With a "bang" gunshot, John Greer, who was ambitious and dreamed of using artificial intelligence to shape a new world, fell into a pool of blood.

Alexander Pierce walked to the secret door aside, and he pushed the door gently, looking at the tall man inside and said, "Leader, we have obtained control of the Samaritans."

Captain America sat upright and motionless, as if he had been talking to the soul gem that emitted orange light in his hand.

It was not until Alexander Pierce spoke for the second time that he stood up: "Leave it to Zola to deal with it, I believe he can complete our insight plan."

An electronic sound with a weird accent sounded: "As the successor of the Red Skull, your order is all about me, and I will start my work immediately! The insight plan will be launched smoothly according to your plan."

"Very good, you're a loyal Hydra." Captain America asked Alexander Pierce again: "Is Phil Colson sure he's dead?"

"Yes, leader, I saw the body with my own eyes."

"Where are those investigation reports he has made about me?"

"Leader, all the information that Colson handled was destroyed by Grand Ward."

Captain America played with the soul gem in his hand: "...Phil Colson is an excellent agent. He admired Captain America so much. Unfortunately, that Captain America was just what he imagined... I will go back to the Avengers Building first, don't contact me, everything goes according to the plan. Our goal is two people, Baron Strack who wants to challenge my status and Nick Forrey who hindered my rule of the world."

"Hey, Hydra!" Alexander Pierce raised his arms.
Chapter completed!