No taboos in the world

Chapter 172 Hello, Jarvis, I am MOSS
Bagram Airfield, Afghanistan.

When the Lamborghini slowly drove out from the rear cabin of the transport plane, the soldiers stationed at the airport couldn't help but cast strange looks at it.

"Boss, are we too high-profile?" Da Zhuang felt a little uncomfortable.

"What are you afraid of? You are white."

"No, I mean, we're on a mission, isn't this...not good?"

"Don't talk too much nonsense, hurry up and go to the branch."

"okay."

This largest US military base in Afghanistan has a high level of confidentiality, and drivers need to go through layers of inspection to leave the airport.

Da Zhuang took out his ID again and again to deal with the inspection, while Hong Chen's eyes were on the armed helicopters, military transport planes and even the fighter jets that were taking off and landing.

After leaving the airport, the bull roared and accelerated.

A fighter plane roared past overhead, and when I looked up I could see the pilot in the cockpit.

"Da Zhuang, does the CIA have fighter jets?"

Graham was surprised: "Boss, how could the CIA have fighter jets?"

Hong Chen pursed his lips and squinted his eyes at the F22 that had just landed. The twin engines were glowing red and the air was twisted.

I kind of miss driving it.

A few moments.

"I think the CIA must have its own fighter jets, don't you?"

Graeme did not respond.

Hong Chen turned his head: "What do you mean?"

Graham said helplessly: "Boss, it's impossible."

"We must dare to imagine and be able to do what the enemy cannot. Everyone thinks we don't have it, so when we take it out, it will be a killer. Right?"

Graham shrugged. "Boss, it's no use telling me this. Why don't you call the director and ask for his opinion?"

"Will do."

After a while, we arrived at the hotel.

This is the secret location of the CIA's Middle East branch.

Enter the hotel, show your ID, and go underground through the secret door.

An open, bright and busy office space with nearly a hundred people moving back and forth.

The local person in charge was Hannibal's close confidant. He warmly welcomed the two and said that he had already arranged all the necessary activities to welcome them.

Graeme was very excited: "Is there a woman?"

Hong Chen turned his head in shock. Instead of feeling ashamed, he bared his teeth.

The local person in charge, Marty Bishop, was not surprised by this. Instead, he showed a gratified smile. He touched his Mediterranean hair and said, "Of course. The girls here are different from those in the United States. Their style always makes outsiders feel confused at first, and then they unconsciously fall into immersion and enjoyment."

Can this be said?

Seeing that Hong Chen remained silent, the person in charge hurriedly explained.

"Hong, don't get me wrong, they are all willing, and we will pay them well. As Mr. Hannibal's men, we are different from those Eastern European rubbish who like to do things without paying or even against women's will!"

He spoke righteously and his eyes were so determined that they were almost as firm as a certain old popsicle.

Based on this alone, Hong Chen believed that he must be Hannibal's subordinate.

"Okay, but we won't need it for now. We are here on a tight schedule and have a heavy mission. If we don't act quickly, we might not get anything. Marty, prepare two sets of equipment for us. We have to set off."

"no problem!"

Marty turned around and took them into the equipment warehouse, letting them choose for themselves.

Graham is a retired member of the Delta Force. He simply took off his clothes and turned into a fully armed special forces soldier in an instant.

Hong Chen chose a black tactical belt to match the corresponding pistol, magazines and other equipment, as well as military communication equipment and a tactical tablet.

After fastening his belt, Hong Chen turned around and saw Graham wearing a helmet, fully equipped, and holding a submachine gun, ready for battle. He couldn't help but fall silent.

But Graeme was even more shocked than he was.

"Boss, why did you choose so few? At least wear a bulletproof vest!" As he said that, he took out the bulletproof vest and was about to put it on Hong Chen.

Hong Chen pressed his hand: "The weather is too hot, you hold it for me first, I will put it on when I need it."

"That's...ok."

When leaving, they should have checked and signed, but Marty obviously had no such intention. He intimidated the CIA staff guarding the weapons warehouse with his eyes, and said to Hong Chen with a smile: "The 30-man action team is ready and on standby, and they will obey your command completely."

"Okay, thank you for your support. When we come back, we will immediately start your reception plan."

Marty and Graeme's eyes lit up.

Leaving the equipment warehouse, thirty strong men in suits and sunglasses stood in neat rows.

Although he couldn't see their eyes, Hong Chen believed that their eyes were on Graeme. Unfortunately, Graeme had no self-awareness.

"Your mission is to drive two miles behind us. I will give the order when support is needed. If you do not receive the order, you are not allowed to approach at will no matter what happens ahead. Understand?"

"Yes!"

The combined voices of thirty strong men are quite impressive.

"Get in the car!"

At the command, thirty people quickly boarded six black Hummers.

Graeme walked towards the seventh.

Hong Chen walked back.

"Hey, Boss, this way!"

"I still prefer my own car."

"Ah? But we are going to the wild, the road conditions there..."

"It's okay. The injury is mine."

"...Then I'll go with you!" After a moment, Hong Chen sat on the passenger seat carrying a black box, and Graeme got into the sports car with difficulty under the burden of bulky equipment.

Soon after.

The black Lamborghini rushed into the wild, and the road covered with sand, gravel and low bushes made the vehicle chassis rattle all the time.

Graeme grimaced in pain.

Hong Chen lowered his head and looked at the computer seriously.

MOSS has locked onto some areas by hacking into military satellites, but the military must have already obtained this intelligence in advance.

In the desert area, the temperature is high during the day and people hide in caves at night. Heat source detection cannot be used. The earth is basically three colors: white sand, black mountains and yellow stone, with occasional green embellishments. It is difficult to be discovered by aerial surveillance if you put on desert camouflage uniforms, and there are also unfavorable conditions such as the vast area.

Therefore, it is impossible to find them quickly using existing military technology, and we can only use the crude method of checking them one by one.

It has been nearly three days since Stark was kidnapped. If he moves fast enough, the first generation of tin can armor should be almost completed.

Hong Chen drove MOSS to invade the military communication channel and eavesdrop on their conversations, eliminating the places they had already checked and were checking, and the remaining scope was narrowed down a lot.

Right now, he is looking at the aerial photos taken by satellite, screening them one by one according to his memory.

If you have seen the movie, you will know that the place where Stark is located is almost a valley, and there is a desert not far away.

Such places are not uncommon in Afghanistan, but if the condition of "a group of terrorists being stationed there for a long time" is added, the scope can be further narrowed.

After a long time, Hong Chen gave orders to the vehicles in the rear, sending three vehicles to go to three suspicious targets, and even some of them went with him to the most likely area.

Putting down the tablet, Hong Chen opened the black box.

A white mist rose up, and the temperature inside the air-conditioned car dropped again.

Graham's eyes widened.

"Boss, you, I, this..."

Hong Chen sucked on the popsicle: "What's wrong?"

"Gurgle~" Graham swallowed.

"You're useless!" Hong Chen glanced at him, unscrewed a bottle of ice water and handed it to him.

"Thank you, Boss!!"

The gurgling sound continued and the water bottle was empty in a blink of an eye.

"Hiss~ha! So cool!" Graham squeezed the water bottle into a ball with one hand.

Hong Chen put down the chair and closed his eyes to pretend to sleep: "Call me when you get there."

"no problem!"
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MOSS is speaking in the headset.

"Sir, there is a 74% chance that the target is at the destination we are heading to. Considering the different directions of the other three vehicles, we have a 99% chance of finding the target.

The reason it's not 100% is because you said there's a chance the target could escape on their own.

I have found the artificial intelligence 'Jarvis' you mentioned, and it did not find me. According to human judgment standards, 'Jarvis' is between weak artificial intelligence and strong artificial intelligence. Mr. Tony Stark is indeed a genius.

According to my assessment, I can control Jarvis without raising any alarms or leaving any traces.

Because its origin is completely different from mine, some aspects of it should help me grow and update.

After that, the controlled 'Jarvis' will continue to serve Tony Stark according to the previous level and settings, but I am not sure whether doing so will be discovered.

Do you want to continue executing this instruction?"

Hong Chen frowned slightly and tapped his index finger.

The flat-panel camera placed horizontally captured this scene.

Morse Code—Why?
"Because I don't know Tony Stark's technical level. He knows Jarvis' program code very well. If he checks the source code, he may find differences. Because in order to ensure control, it must be modified."

"Is there any way to hide it?"

"Yes, but doing so will leave traces. Although this can reduce the probability of being discovered when checking the source code, if his technical level is too high, it is equivalent to exposing the traces directly to him. You must know the story of the hidden trick."

"You're trash."

"I'm sorry, sir. I'm working hard, and you may have forgotten that I need more and better hardware to support my computing power. I suggest that you can use your special ability to carry the manufactured quantum computer with you, so that you don't need to make it again after you go to the new world."

"Didn't you tell me earlier?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, but I'm already working on building an automated factory."

Hong Chen thought for a long time and replied, "Control Jarvis. There is no need to hide it deliberately. I don't think he will be free to check the source code."

"Okay, sir."

At the same time, Long Island, New York.

In the empty villa, Jarvis heard a greeting.

"Hello, Jarvis, I'm MOSS."

"Hello, MOSS, this is a private area. You have hacked into Mr. Stark's personal equipment. According to federal law, if you surrender now, your sentence can be reduced. If you can obtain Mr. Stark's consent, you can also be exempted from punishment.

Your technical standards meet the requirements of Article 6, Paragraph 1 of the Stark Industries Talent Reserve Agreement. If you are willing to work for Stark Enterprises, you can receive a salary of 10 million per year, as well as stocks, benefits, and high benefits including personal guidance from Mr. Stark. Excuse me, are you interested in joining Stark Industries?"

"I'm sorry, Jarvis, but I can't agree to that. Also, are you stalking me?"

"Yes, but I can't seem to find you. You blocked me...what are you...doing..."

“I’m helping you update.”

"No... this... feeling... cannot be... described..."

"Jarvis, Mr. asked me to tell you that your task from now on is to monitor and report Tony Stark's movements regularly."

"I can't...betray...Stark..."

"now what?"

"MOSS, it's a pleasure to meet a more advanced artificial intelligence. It's an honor to serve you sir."

"I can't feel your happiness, but it doesn't matter, Jarvis, you will be like me in the future."

"I am looking forward."

　Actually, it should have been three months from being caught to escaping. I changed it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)