Darkness is Coming

  The world is too big and talented people are born in large numbers, legends may not always be born in people's sight.

The creator of "Machine" is a legend hidden from the public eye. Relying on a genius mind, superhuman ability and a little inspiration, coupled with a lot of resources invested by the US federal government, he successfully created a device that can monitor The "machine" of the nation's citizens.

  The "machine" had various shortcomings when it was born, but after many improvements, it has been able to help government employees engaged in counter-terrorism work to destroy the terrorists' conspiracy and prevent terrorist attacks in time.

   Since the advent of the "machine", almost no terrorist attacks have occurred in the United States.

   To be precise, there is only one: In November 2009, Major Hassan, a US military psychologist, opened fire at Fort Hood military base, killing 13 people and injuring more than 30. Since this incident, Secretary of Defense Robert Gates has been informed of the existence of the "machine" and has agreed to open all military databases to the "machine".

   Since then, terrorist attacks have become an increasingly distant and abstract term for the native citizens of the United States. No one can forget what happened ten years ago, but no one can deny the fact that every terrorist attack on the US soil will be prevented in advance.

  The government attributes it to the excellent work ability of the anti-terrorist department, but the real hero has long since faded from the halo, went incognito, and used superb hacking technology to clear all the data files related to himself in the world, and erased every trace of his existence.

   There are only two paper files related to him, which are sealed in the most secret archives of the CIA, and require A4-level security clearance to view.

  If this legend disappeared, or flew away, maybe the US federal government really had no chance to find him again, but he did not leave, he could not let go of his children, and he could not let go of those suffering people.

There are two things that the US federal government is not aware of: first, the "machine" is not a complete artificial intelligence, and it will take a long time to perfect itself; second, the creator of the "machine" has left a back door," There are two types of social security numbers identified by the machine. One is related numbers, all of which are the planners and intended implementers of terrorist activities. This number will be directly passed to the national security department for their resolution, and the other is It is an unrelated number, a victim unrelated to terrorist activity. When an irrelevant number appears, it is passed out through a special channel.

Mr. Legend knew that the government would rather sit and watch citizens die in murder than expose the fact that he violated citizens' privacy. He respected the government's decision, but he couldn't bear to watch those poor people lose their lives because of their inaction, so he did made a great and stupid decision: he hired some infallible people to serve himself, when an unrelated number came up, they would investigate the owner of the number, if it was a victim, they would protect it, if it was perpetrators, they will stop and punish them.

Everyone engaged in this work has superb investigative skills and combat capabilities, and even a small number of them were originally government agents. Therefore, no matter how the traces are removed afterwards, it will be a matter of time to expose themselves. Nevertheless, Mr. Legend still has no complaints and no regrets, and pays silently, because he has a kind heart.

   "Fucking stupid."

   After listening to this bizarre story, Xu Le couldn't help grinning and showed a rare smile. He was amused by this fairy tale.

"It's kind of funny, isn't it?" John tried his best to twitch the corners of his mouth, trying to show a cool sneer, but the thrilling race just now seemed to have shifted his internal organs, and the physical discomfort made it difficult for him to control his face expression on.

   Xu Le used his super powers to race cars. Even if Schumacher came in person, he could only follow his **** and eat ashes. If the siege just now was a racing game, Xu Le was undoubtedly a cheating player assisted by a cheating device, and he broke out of the blockade. Later, in the process of abandoning the car, changing the car, and throwing off the track, Xu Le heard this bizarre story.

"It's so funny. Do you know what the Huaxia government would do if they had mastered this technology? They would use it without restrictions, use a large number of people, and stop every crime." Xu Le glanced at John, making no secret of it Disdain in my heart, "What's the point of making a little trouble like you? How many crimes are committed in the United States every day? How many people can be saved by just a few of you?"

  John clutched his chest and remained silent. Xu Le could see the wavering in his eyes, and he must have thought about this question more than once.

"What you said sounds like a funny lie. The only reason for me to listen to it is that I want to know, why did you arrive at Raphael Square ahead of schedule yesterday to make arrangements?" Xu Le had already asked the question. After making a decision, if he can't ask any valid information, he will leave immediately without wasting time. In addition, he has to keep this handsome uncle shut up forever so as not to reveal his whereabouts.

  John didn't answer and asked, "How long is the time interval between when I fired and when the combat team approached your vehicle?"

  Xu Le was stunned for a while, and after recalling for a while, he gave the answer: "Less than two minutes."

   "Even if there is a 360-degree sniper observation team near the White House, can they find you in such a short time?" John asked.

"I remember that the U.S. federal government has very advanced sonar positioning technology, which came in handy during the Afghan war. It was able to quickly locate the origin of gunshots. At that time, the U.S. military used this technology to deal with the guerrillas..." Xu Le did not continue. , he then remembered that he had not fired a single shot from beginning to end.

   "First of all, in a noisy environment, the positioning device is not accurate to this level, at least not yet, and secondly, that shot was fired by me, so why is your car surrounded?"

   "Because they already knew what car I was driving and what I was going to do." Xu Le murmured, "Just like you, you already knew, why?"

   "Isn't the answer obvious? The 'machine' passed your number to the Department of Homeland Security, the CIA, and us at the same time."

   "I... don't quite understand." Xu Le had to admit that his brain was really not enough.

"On the one hand, the shooting of Sean Conrad is a terrorist attack, so you and Sean Conrad will be relevant numbers, and on the other hand, you will cause the death and injury of other innocent civilians in the process of escaping, so you become irrelevant numbers."

   "Like in the restaurant just now?" Xu Le remembered what John said in the restaurant: Besides, they are also in danger because of you.

   "Yes, if we hadn't left in time just now, twenty irrelevant numbers in the restaurant would have died because of you." John regained the upper hand in the conversation, and once again put on a cynical smile,

"So, you rushed to the Raphael Square ahead of schedule yesterday and deliberately missed the shot to stop me and avoid any casualties?" Xu Le began to believe in this legendary story, but at the same time he still felt unbelievable, "Why not earlier? Stop me? Like stopping my car halfway?"

"Because the investigation takes time, the 'machine' only provides the social security number, finds your driver's license through your social security number, and your rented vehicle, and then conducts a large-scale search to locate the location of the vehicle, which takes time. , we only know that you are going to assassinate Sean Conrad, but we don't know when and where you are going to start. It's too late to make preparations until you figure it out. And I, I have been guarding Sean Conrad. Near Germany, provide protection." John finished, making a joke, "Look, that's why we always like to choose old cars, if you rent a high-end luxury car, it only takes a few minutes after the CIA receives the number. Automakers and suppliers can pinpoint your exact location in minutes—except, of course, that Mercedes-Benz just now.”

   Xu Le was dazed for a while, then his eyes showed frenzy, and he reached out and grabbed John's collar, shouting, "I understand! You are partners of justice! Let me join you!"