"The probability of a threat?" Tony asked, puzzled.
Richard adjusted his posture and explained, "After Arnim Zola became an AI, this HYDRA ' Digital Prophet ' chose to continue serving HYDRA..."
" The Zola Algorithm is a terrifying algorithm he created to pre-select those who might become enemies of HYDRA in the future!"
"It analyzes all the digital records of every person in the world and calculates the probability that they will become an enemy of HYDRA..."
" HYDRA used the Zola Algorithm to pre-identify two types of people..."
Richard looked at Tony and smiled meaningfully, "The first type: direct threats, such as a superhero named Iron Man, or the leader of a resistance organization..."
Tony's face immediately darkened.
Richard, seemingly oblivious, continued, "The second category: potential threats, including but not limited to scientists, journalists, lawyers, athletes, and even ordinary citizens..."
"Before they determined that certain individuals 'might be causing problems for HYDRA '..."
"Eliminate them before they're gone!"
Upon hearing this, Tony's previously serious expression immediately relaxed. "That's impossible, Richard!"
"If the Zola Algorithm is indeed the kind of screening method you described, then it would ultimately filter out millions of targets..."
He said dismissively, "Millions of people... How can HYDRA possibly eliminate so many?"
"Will it start World War III?"
Richard looked at Tony, his expression calm and composed. " Tony, Kamar-Taj has the Magic to predict the future..."
Tony's expression changed slightly.
"Alien invasion, superpower awakening... chaos is not far away..."
"As the Secretary-General of the United Nations Security Council, if Alexander Pierce were to submit a report afterward on how big data can predict crime and eliminate threats in advance..."
Richard looked at Tony with amusement. "Do you think it will pass in the end?"
Tony's face turned extremely grim. He desperately wanted to say that it wouldn't work, but as intelligent as he was, how could he not understand the thoughts of those in power...?
Richard leaned back in his chair, looking up at the ceiling as if he were looking at a scene from the future.
His voice suddenly became erratic. "With the support of the United Nations Security Council, S.H.I.E.L.D.. will dedicate its full resources to building three Helicarrier..."
"And those three Helicarrier are equipped with tens of thousands of Precision Orbital Railgun, capable of simultaneously locking onto millions of targets..."
Tony jumped to his feet and shouted, "We must stop them!"
Richard, seeing the excited Tony, smiled and waved his hand, saying, "Don't get excited, Tony..."
I'm talking about the future...
Tony took a deep breath, controlling his emotions. "What's your plan, Richard?"
Richard raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile, "What if I said I had no plan?"
Tony sat back down, raising an eyebrow and smiling, "Given your consistently cautious approach... I don't believe you didn't have a plan..."
"Since that's the case, why should I bother?"
Richard looked speechlessly at Tony's roguish grin and said irritably, "Just you wait, Nick Fury and Alexander Pierce, this 'master and apprentice' duo, are about to turn against each other..."
Unknown area, S.H.I.E.L.D.. operations command facility: Hub Headquarters.
In the commander's office, Victoria Hand suddenly received an unknown text message.
She opened it and stood up in horror.
"How is this possible?!"
Victoria Hand removed her glasses with trembling hands, taking deep breaths as she managed to calm herself down.
She pressed the call button and said, "Agent Black, get to my office immediately!"
"Roger that, Commander Hand!"
Soon, a capable-looking middle-aged white man arrived at the commander's office.
"Commander Hand, I've arrived!"
Victoria Hand put on her glasses, turned around, and ordered directly, "Agent Black, take your most trusted field team and come with me to a place!"
Felix Blake paused for a moment, then immediately nodded and said, "Yes, Hand!"
Not long after, a Quinjet took off and flew towards New Jersey.
Meanwhile, in the S.H.I.E.L.D.. consultant's office.
Crossbones Brock Rumlow pushed open the door and strode out.
He quickly issued the order through his Headset: "Special Operations Team 1, assemble immediately and proceed to Hangar 3!"
Suddenly, a thick arm reached out from the side.
Crossbones' expression changed, and he quickly leaned back, raised his hand to support the elbow of that arm, and forcefully pushed it away.
He then quickly drew his pistol from his back waist, loaded it, and aimed.
"Who!"
Thomas rubbed his aching elbow and grimaced, complaining, " Rumlow, why did you use so much force!"
" Thomas?!"
Crossbones looked at Thomas's familiar bald head, and his tense nerves instantly relaxed.
He said somewhat angrily, "You little brat, you should be glad this is headquarters, otherwise I would have just opened fire!"
Thomas scratched his bald head and grinned sheepishly, saying, " Rumlow, I need to talk to you!"
Crossbones glanced at his watch.
"Come with me!"
He holstered his pistol, grabbed Thomas's arm, and strode towards the elevator. "You have two minutes..."
"Hey! Hey! Rumlow! Slow down, slow down..."
Inside the elevator, Brock Rumlow stared incredulously at the shy Thomas.
"What did you just say? You want me to propose to Baron Strucker on your behalf?!"
Thomas nodded eagerly and said, "Yes, Rumlow, I love Adele! I want to marry her!"
Brock Rumlow couldn't help but facepalm. " Thomas, are you daydreaming? How could Baron Strucker possibly marry Miss Adele to you?!"
Thomas the Fly rubbed his hands together and said, " Rumlow, Adele and I discussed it! She agreed!"
Brock Rumlow was taken aback. He looked his deceased friend's son up and down, finding it hard to believe that Baron Strucker's daughter could be interested in Big Five...
"You're not lying to me? Miss Adele really has taken a liking to you?"
Thomas quickly raised his hand and swore, "I swear, Rumlow, if I'm lying to you, may I never marry Adele!"
Brock Rumlow:... I reluctantly believe it.
He frowned and thought for a moment, then said, " Thomas, after we return from this mission, I will ask Commander Pierce for help, but don't get your hopes up too high..."
" The Strucker Family has always only formed marriage alliances with those of equal power. Even if you and Miss Adele are in love, the Baron might not necessarily agree..."
Thomas nodded, his eyes reddening, and said, "I understand, Rumlow! But I have to try at least once, otherwise I won't be satisfied!"
Brock Rumlow sighed, patted his nephew on the shoulder, and comforted him, " Thomas, you're still young..."
Just then, the elevator doors opened, Brock Rumlow said, "I have to go. Wait for me to come back, Thomas!"
"Okay, Rumlow!" Thomas nodded.
Brock Rumlow stepped out of the elevator, Thomas quickly pressed the close button.
As soon as the elevator doors closed, bursts of laughter erupted into his Headset.
"You've got some nerve, Thomas, saying Adele likes you!"
Thomas, his face flushed, retorted in a low voice, "Strategy, it's all strategy!"
"You're dead, Thomas! I'm telling Adele!"
Thomas panicked immediately. "No! No! Freya, please don't tell Adele!"
"No, I'll tell you!"
" Lord of Crimson, Freya, can't you be reasonable?! Bernhard, control your girlfriend!"
"Hahaha, Thomas's scared!"
"Everyone knows Adele likes the boss, Thomas, you're dead meat!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
" Coulson, Thomas should thank you..."
"Pfft... Big Mouth Quinn's gotten into trouble again, hahaha~"
"Congratulations, Thomas, you've escaped unscathed!"
Hahaha~
Meanwhile, in a secret safe house in New York.
Wearing a gray hood, Nick Fury examined the encrypted hard drive in his hand, his expression suddenly changing.
"Fuck you?!"