Chapter 881: Starry Splendor (XXIII)

"What on earth is going on??? The people I buried in the Solar System Development Plan told me that those agents are working like crazy! My God! When have you ever seen them work more than four days a week?!"

In a conference room, a young congressman slapped the table hard and said, "Don't tell me they received the inspiration of Nick Fury from heaven. He's dead, can't he just stop?!"

"Don't get excited, Freddy." An older politician leaned back in his chair and said, "They couldn't have received the inspiration of Nick Fury. When Fury was there, these people only did two things every day: drink coffee and check their insurance coefficients. Their sudden diligence has nothing to do with Fury."

Another female congressman hugged her arms and said, "The problem is, if they continue to work this hard, humanity is going to rush out of the solar system. I mean, rushing out of the solar system in a way that has nothing to do with us at all..."

She picked up the document at hand, rolled it into a scroll, tapped the table, and said, "Originally, these agents were responsible for all the trivial matters in the Solar System Development and Construction Plan, such as running errands, logistical support, personnel liaison, intelligence transmission, etc. Every laboratory relied on them to summarize some research results."

"Although that artificial intelligence of Stark's can complete most of the data exchange, many projects must have someone watching them. For example, the arrangement labels for the latest batch of equipment sent to Mercury were pasted by the agents."

"Do you still remember? Just for this little job of pasting labels on equipment, they worked for a full two months! After sending them to Mercury, it was discovered that at least one-third of the labels were pasted incorrectly."

That congresswoman put one hand on her waist, stood up, and said, "Just yesterday, less than twenty agents summarized all the new reports from all the laboratories in New York. They didn't even make a single mistake where two people ran to the same place. What kind of organizational ability is this?"

"This should have been the foundation of an intelligence organization." The old politician shook his head and said, "But the problem is, it shouldn't have appeared in S. H. I. E. L. D."

"We all know how Nick Fury did. How could that bunch of people suddenly be so efficient?"

"The problem lies in the fact that Nick Fury is dead. S. H. I. E. L. D. should have been in chaos. We all know that many people buried bombs there. Once the Director dies, they should have exploded. But why did this person named Peter Parker, after taking office, instead unite them to work???"

"This is impossible!" The female congressman raised her voice and said, "CIA, KGB, Hydra, military, Congress, Europe, Asia, Oceania, so many forces mixed together, what ability does he have to make these people unite to work?"

"What makes me feel even more strange is..." Young Congressman Freddy opened his mouth and said, "Recently, S. H. I. E. L. D.'s decision-making power has been greatly improved. Almost every choice they make is correct. How is this possible???"

"America possesses the strongest think tank in the world, but we can only guarantee that a part of the decisions can obtain advantages, while the other part can only try to maintain stability. Where did S. H. I. E. L. D. get such decision-making power???"

The old politician frowned and said, "I don't quite understand Stark's artificial intelligence, but could it be it..."

The young congressman shook his head and said, "I have also docked with the Stark Group. As far as I know, that artificial intelligence butler named Jarvis is better at calculation. More importantly, a person like Stark wouldn't let artificial intelligence make decisions."

"And, you have to consider that now, Stark and the others are all dragged in Washington, investigating the cause of Nick Fury's death. That involves more intense games. I'm afraid he doesn't have time to take care of this side."

The female congressman touched her chin and said, "Could it be that this kid, Peter Parker, has special abilities far beyond ordinary people? I mean, besides swinging over New York?"

"Penny, you have to know that making decisions, having intelligence alone is useless. You need to have rich experience and a long-term vision. No matter what, a teenager can't have these things. Then what else can he rely on? Rely on intuition?"

"Are you saying... let me rely on intuition?" In the S. H. I. E. L. D. office, Peter looked at the document in front of him with a headache. There was no content on this document, only two words were written, one was "Yes," and one was "No."

"But what is the meaning of this? I am not artificial intelligence, I don't need to use this method to learn to choose..." Peter continued.

That agent smiled and said, "No, this is not learning. You just need to choose 'Yes' or 'No' by intuition."

"Is this also part of the work?" Peter asked again.

The agent nodded and said, "Don't be nervous, Director. This is not a very important question. Director Fury often made such decisions before. You just need to concentrate and follow your intuition..."

"Concentrate... concentrate..." Peter frowned, tried hard to concentrate, and then he opened his mouth and said, "I think it is... 'No,' that's right, it is 'No.' No reason, anyway, I just feel it won't work..."

The agent immediately took that piece of paper back and said, "Thank you. You can wait here for a while. There will be new work sent over in a moment."

After finishing, the agent walked out.

After walking out, the smile on his face disappeared. He immediately took out the communicator from his waist and said, "Ward, hurry and let people come back. The matter in Xinmoxigezhou won't work. Among the sixteen Spider-Men, eleven chose 'No.' That is likely a trap."

"Okay, I know. I will contact Hawkeye and have him withdraw people. Next, I have to arrange for the personnel to go to Mercury with the equipment tomorrow. Do you think the Director needs to choose? Okay, I know."

After hanging up the communication, the agent walked toward an office and said, "Help me print a piece of paper. Print 15 numbers arranged in order starting from 1 on the paper. Don't have any font or size differences... Okay, thank you."

Taking the paper with numbers printed, the agent walked back to the office where Peter was. Peter was playing a game console boredly. The agent revealed a smile again and said, "Director, please choose 8 from these 15 serial numbers. Just choose by intuition."

"Uh, what kind of new ritual is this again? Forget it, I'm still in a hurry to clear the level. Then 1, 2, 4, 6, 7..."

Peter chose a few numbers casually. The agent took the paper, walked out the door, called about a dozen agents, took the paper, and said to them, "Print 15 numbers like this, send them to all laboratories, and let all Spider-Men choose once..."

Following a chorus of responses, the agents scattered like a school of fish, rushing toward all the laboratories. The paper in the hands of one of the agents fluttered like a fallen leaf. When it fell on the table, Spider-Gwen's voice sounded:

"Why is it choosing numbers again? People in this universe are really strange, doing some test questions every day. What can they measure? Horoscope fortune?... Forget it, forget it, don't look at me like that, let me see, then these..."

"Choosing numbers? A daily intelligence test mini-game? I really thank my parents for giving me a brain that can recognize numbers..." Amazing Spider-Man picked up a pen and began to draw circles, saying, "Then these few..."

"Are you guys researching some artificial intelligence?" Spider-Man 2099 asked while drawing circles on the paper, "The technological development direction of your universe is strange. Dr. Connors told me he has another project, which is the relationship between biotechnology and magic portals. It's too strange..."

Laboratories lit up one after another, and data was transmitted like flowing light. In the laboratory of Stark Tower, which had been dim for a long time, Jarvis made two "beep" sounds, and a pleasant electronic sound rang out:

"Calling historical records... analyzing influence factors... Data name—Amazing Spider-Man, selection accuracy 69.28%, influence factor 16.1, data recording..."

"Probability calculation... number '1' success probability 99.6%... number 3 success probability 62.7%... calculation completed, results sent..."

Accompanied by the light sound of the machine, a piece of paper was spat out from the printer. A hand picked up the paper. Ward put the paper in front of him, glanced at the dozens of agents standing in front of him, and said:

"Those whose serial numbers I read, step out. Follow the equipment to Mercury for maintenance tomorrow. Don't forget our work. No. 1, No. 2, No. 6..."

Everyone called walked out silently. No one had any doubts, no one asked questions related to safety, no one asked about the return time. Everyone was silent until Ward saluted them.

"Hail Hydra."

"Hail Hydra!"

"Damn it, why did their people withdraw???" In the military office, General Ross stared at a document and said, "The Xinmoxigezhou incident we concocted, why didn't it attract their attention?"

"General, they were already hooked, Hawkeye led the team to Xinmoxigezhou to investigate, but for some reason, they withdrew as soon as they arrived." A young officer frowned and said, "The matter in Ohio a week ago was the same..."

"This is very abnormal..." Ross said in a deep voice, "S. H. I. E. L. D. couldn't possibly have this level. Even the think tank called by top-secret intelligence couldn't perfectly avoid every trap..."

Ross stood straight, sighed, and said, "What about Hulk? Did you make a move?"

"That... we have already confirmed Hulk's true identity, but for some reason, we can't catch him at all." The young officer said somewhat embarrassedly.

"What do you mean by can't catch him?" Ross frowned and said very dissatisfied, "That Bruce Banner is just an ordinary person. You approach him quietly, don't let him discover you, is it possible you still can't anesthetize him?"

"Originally it was possible, but... but there is also Spider-Man protecting him by his side. That Spider-Man is like having eyes on his back, our people can't get in at all..."

"Spider-Man??? Isn't he the Director at S. H. I. E. L. D.? Can he still personally protect Bruce Banner??" Ross said very dissatisfied, "Don't let me think you are lying to escape blame!"

"You had better hurry. Now, Stark and the others are dragged in Washington. If they come back, things won't be easy to handle."

"Yes! Sir! I will send people to try again..."

In front of a somewhat dim experimental bench, a black figure was fiddling with a colorful Rubik's cube. Suddenly, Noir Spider-Man's movements paused. He put away the Rubik's cube unhurriedly and took out a pistol from his waist.

He passed through the preparation room, arrived at another laboratory, and said to Banner, who was focused on the experiment, in a low and hoarse voice, "Doctor, prepare to withdraw. They are chasing over again."

"You hold them off for a while. This result is very important. Give me three more minutes and it will be finished. By then, we will withdraw together with the results..."

Noir Spider-Man didn't say anything, turned the gun in his hand, and left.

Banner, who was focused on staring at the screen, soon heard intense gunfire. After a while, Noir Spider-Man, covered in the smell of blood, walked back and said, "Doctor, you don't need to withdraw."

Finally seeing the experimental results, Banner stood up straight, walked to the door, pushed the door open a crack, and following the light from the lamp inside, he saw a floor of corpses. ===== CHAPTER 882 =====