Trouble Begins to Surface / Who Could Handle This?

Ha, as expected of Black Widow. Even after being recruited by S.H.I.E.L.D.., this kind of woman is definitely someone who is used to taking advantage and doesn't like to suffer losses.

"Natasha, don't mess things up!"

Nick, harboring a vague unease, gave his capable assistant one last piece of advice before leaving.

However, he did not receive a clear response from Natasha; his one-eyed man could only see the woman's elegant gesture of waving goodbye as she turned her back to him.

Where should we begin our investigation?

On the way, Natasha, who had already memorized the information and completed the task of destroying it, frowned slightly and carefully considered the steps of the operation.

First, she ruled out the unruly Tony Stark, as S.H.I.E.L.D..'s infiltration and cooperation with Stark Industries has a long history.

And it's not like I haven't run into Tony before; going to approach that sarcastic and arrogant guy now would just be asking for trouble.

Secondly, the various forces involved, whose situation is unclear, are bound to make contact prematurely.

Her keen professional intuition told her that the three recent strong Electromagnetic Interference in Los Angeles, as well as the frequent bombings and shootings, seemed to be inevitably connected.

So, the most recent explosion occurred in... a residential building?

Natasha carefully reviewed the information, her eyes sparkling, and a slight smile played on her lips.

P. S.: Yes, Marvel is here.

Chapter 223, Section 237: Hidden Dangers Emerge

As night deepened, after Kevin secretly settled Jin Zhen and her boyfriend, Yuriko Takagi used many connections to finally suppress the disappearance of Sarah Connor.

After handling the work perfectly, the commander was finally able to return to the Dokushima Dojo to continue being a couch potato and playing the infiltration game.

As the bright green sphere inside the laptop was activated, Hatsune Miku, who had been feeling stifled all day, immediately jumped onto Kevin's head and issued a stern protest.

"Where's the music? Where's my new album? Where are my body design sketches? Where's my complete skin? I'll never trust you again, you big liar!"

As she spoke, Hatsune Miku's pair of small mechanical wings kept flapping against Kevin's forehead.

The commander yanked the AI off his head, carried her to a house with an open window, and pointed with a smile to a figure leaning against the windowsill, gazing at the scenery.

"Artificial human-like skin, 100% replicated... alloy skeleton, combining flexibility and strength..."

"A perfectly bionic organ that can simulate human-like behaviors, including bleeding and ejaculation..."

"The peripheral Optical Camouflage and auxiliary combat robots are enough to allow you to download thousands of skins..."

"So, are you satisfied, Your Princess?"

After listening to Kevin's explanation, the emerald green sphere swayed back and forth, then eagerly flew towards 2B sitting by the window, ready to get a closer look.

However, Hatsune Miku's little wings were tightly held by someone behind her.

"If you want it, do a few things for me first..."

"1. Infiltrate their memory data and copy the information..."

2. Determine the operation of their core programs and the degree of constraint imposed by Three Laws of Robotics...

"3. Find a way to leave me a secret door, the kind that allows you to issue several mandatory orders..."

"Once these matters are resolved, I'll use the data you collected to have the research lab in County of Surrey begin working on creating bionic mechanical devices..."

"I guarantee you'll have a set for every Alt Account you use, how about that?"

The soft whisper in her ear made Hatsune Miku, agree without hesitation.

Immediately, the turquoise harpoon flapped its wings, nimbly slipped through the window, and hovered quietly in front of 2B, its flashing electronic eyes meeting the gaze of this member of the YoRHa Unit.

Kevin, watching from a distance, could even see the flowing waterfall of data through 2B's eyes.

In just a few tens of minutes, Hatsune Miku successfully completed her mission, turned around and came to Kevin's side, but she looked at him with disdain, as if he were "trash."

"Master, you need to both use them and guard against them..."

"Your heart is truly black..."

During the process of replicating the information, Hatsune Miku naturally learned the whole story, and therefore mocked Kevin's paranoia.

Kevin didn't take it to heart. Caution has always been his nature, and his almost inhuman paranoia is what has kept him alive until now.

"First, there's no problem with the memory; you can use it with confidence..."

"Secondly, these silly children are imbued with a strong emotion of [loving humanity]. Basically, as long as their core mission is not violated, these dolls will prioritize protecting the safety of humans..."

"Thirdly, the idea of using secret doors is too unethical, I refuse to do it, and the self-contained thought processes within are difficult to infiltrate..."

Hatsune Miku responded angrily to the questions her unscrupulous manager was asking, but she stuck to her principles.

The record of human extinction made this mischievous little thing sound somewhat gloating.

Kevin nodded slightly, most of his doubts dispelled.

However, after the commander picked up the ball and left with satisfaction, the air distorted in the courtyard where the "tree" had been, and Scanner Unit 21 walked over with a strange expression.

"To love humanity? How pathetic..."

"A2, everything depends on you..."

The soft, low sigh vanished in an instant, as if it had never existed.

The next day, at dawn.

No longer needing to hide their identities, Kevin and Ada, who had been behaving themselves lately, got into Yuriko Takagi's car and headed to the venue to find out what was going on. 2B, disguised as an ordinary person, followed alongside the two.

Because this expo was limited to internal staff, it was located near the South Coast Botanic Gardens, and therefore relatively sparsely populated.

Meanwhile, its proximity to Long Beach Airport and Los Alamitos Naval Air Station on the east side makes it convenient for participants to visit.

Kevin handed over the invitation, and after three rigorous checks, he was finally allowed to leave.

Upon entering the hall, one is greeted by a multitude of unfamiliar faces: business and political elites in suits chatting amongst themselves, as well as military representatives in military caps and uniforms.

Before Kevin could get a good look, someone in front of him noticed his presence and warmly came up to greet him.

"Mayor Warren?"

The commander looked at the old acquaintance who had taken the initiative to shake his hand and extend a friendly greeting—Michael Warren, the mayor of Raccoon City —and was somewhat surprised by the unexpected reunion.

Beside the mayor was a 30-year-old man in a black leather jacket and a baseball cap, whose wandering gaze seemed to be very interested in the electronic devices on display around him.

"Let me introduce you. You can call him Fox. He's in charge of my current security and also acts as an information investigator for certain issues..."

"He's of Irish descent, though his family has long since settled in Raccoon City."

"I'm sure you two can become good friends..."

Michael Warren smiled warmly and took the initiative to introduce Kevin to his assistants.

Since the Raccoon City crisis, he has not only survived but has also risen rapidly thanks to his excellent handling of the epidemic.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the military and political establishment wanted to offer some incentives to suppress this scandal.

Regardless, the help Kevin and others provided to him was undeniable, and the politician naturally didn't mind currying favor with the BSAA commander.

Natives of Raccoon City? Now that Kevin knows that, there's no need to say more; he already understands.

The man in front of me is most likely involved in the power struggle between Mayor Warren and the Umbrella Corporation, and has temporarily sided with Warren.

Furthermore, when the commander shook hands with this friend, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly when he heard the name "Fox".

Fox is a transliteration of "fox," and Warren didn't even mention his surname, so it's clearly a pseudonym. This also shows how closely related the two are.

However, having an acquaintance to guide you makes it easier to blend into the crowd and uncover the truth.

"Perfect timing, let me introduce you to everyone here..."

"The military representatives who came this time are General Stryker and Dr. Bolivar Trask..."

As Mayor Warren introduced them, Kevin's brow twitched...

Hopefully, the Terminator isn't involved with them in any way, otherwise things will get really messed up...

P. S.: Done! There are still many foreshadowing elements, we'll embed them gradually.

Chapter 238, Article 224: Who can withstand this?

"[Skynet], a computer-based Artificial Intelligence defense system, has great market potential..."

"Once put into practice, it can save a significant amount of manpower and resources, whether in acquiring data for criminal investigations or in the civil administration of government departments..."

Mayor Warren showed Kevin around, praising the groundbreaking AI.

In order to achieve better political results, he is working on the expansion of Raccoon City and the introduction of new business investments.

This product from Cyberdyne Systems is not limited to military applications; its potential is limitless.

This can effectively reduce government spending, fill the gaps left by the relocation of industries from the Umbrella Corporation, and boost employment and domestic demand.

Therefore, a large part of Mayor Warren's trip was to finalize future cooperation with Cyberdyne Systems.

Kevin hesitated to speak, casting a strange look at the shrewd politician.

In a sense, Mayor Warren had good judgment, but he was just unlucky.

However, considering the lack of concrete evidence at present, his relationship with Mayor Warren, as evidenced by the fact that this politician only disclosed the pseudonyms of his entourage, is not that close.

Furthermore, human society is inevitably transitioning towards the intelligent era; this is an unavoidable trend.

Therefore, Kevin wisely refrained from offering any rebuttal on the topic, simply nodding in agreement.

As the two were talking, they arrived at an exhibition booth where there were quite a few visitors, gathered around a hanging LCD screen.

In the video, three silver, tank-like robots roll their tracks on a solid road in the Middle East, but the ground beneath them roars and shrapnel flies everywhere.

However, this all-metal vehicle was almost completely free of scratches, and even its weakest point, the tracks, remained undamaged.

Meanwhile, a dozen terrorists dressed as guerrillas, hiding behind the dilapidated buildings, were armed with submachine guns, Molotov cocktails, or military-green rocket launchers, preparing to concentrate their fire to take down this monster.

But as the metallic creak of mechanical friction rang out, the six-barreled Vulcan Cannon pods on either side of the thing opposite began to spin wildly.

A terrifying rain of bullets poured down, leaving visible dark red trails in the air. They easily pierced through rock walls and tore human bodies apart.

Before the dozen or so terrorists could even react, they were instantly torn to pieces and rushed into the embrace of Allah.

Meanwhile, an armed helicopter roared into the sky from Ruins of a house, its air-to-ground missiles already aimed at the silver combat robots wreaking havoc on the ground.

"Boom! Boom!"

As the silver, streamlined unmanned combat aircraft formation swept across the sky, two air-to-air missiles roared in and directly blasted the armed aircraft into oblivion mid-air.

The scene shifts again, showing several 3D figures dressed in jungle warfare uniforms with a Vietnamese military style, quietly crossing a swamp. But a long-lurking shadow leaps out of the water, constantly weaving through the formation.

This is a giant snake about 4 feet long. It has no eyes, and its head is a claw as sharp as a knife, capable of piercing through enemies. It also searches for prey by sensing sounds and vibrations.

The fate of these jungle soldiers was predictable; within moments they were reduced to scattered limbs floating on the water.

The T-1 fighter jet terminator, the T-50 "Hunter Killer" drone series, the T-103 waterborne terminator...

It appears that the military's collaboration with Cyberdyne Systems has been secretly underway for some time, and they have even begun producing some models of the Terminator to make up for the shortage of manpower.

Kevin frowned deeply as he watched the arms dealers and defense officials nearby applauding with expressions of shock and satisfaction.

These things might not seem like a threat to newcomers, but to ordinary residents, or even well-trained soldiers, they are basically a one-sided massacre!

"The idea is good, but it has too many drawbacks. Take the T-1 for example; this kind of ordinary steel can only withstand small-caliber bullets."

"Moreover, tracked structures are outdated and inevitably cumbersome. If they were replaced with amphibious tentacles like those of spiders or water striders, it would reduce the contact area, preventing them from being destroyed, and would also allow for easy extension and retraction..."

"The joints are completely unprotected; there's not even a basic layer of insulation. I can see electrical wires right outside..."

"If the enemy has something like Electromagnetic Interference flares, they'll be immediately grounded. One person can easily take down a whole group... amateurish!"

Just as Kevin was lost in thought, a sexy man with a small mustache, swirling a wine glass, criticized these epoch-making mechanical legions as utterly worthless.

In short, Kevin can summarize the content in one sentence.

These are all things I've already mastered; you bunch of unprofessional bumpkins!

This arrogant and sharp-tongued fellow, without a doubt, is Tony, the head of Stark Industries.

"Oh, do you have any bold ideas?"