When the Super British Ruled the Earth[British and American]

After Zemo said those words, screens all over the world were cut off.

Mobile phones, TVs, movie theaters and billboards all returned to normal, as if everything that was magical just now was just a dream.

People stood bewildered, whispering.

The streets are still bustling with neon lights flashing, and the brainwashing commercial songs seem so abrupt above the silent crowd.

After a brief, eerie silence, the detectors flying 24 hours in the sky fell to the ground one after another as if they had lost their lives. The patrolling robot police also fell to the ground, and the white ball that lost its network and power was rolling on the ground.

The crowd froze in place, staring at the robot police rolling on the ground, their bodies became more motionless, as if they also turned off the switch along with the machine.

The white-ball robot cop rolled to one man's feet, and the first man ducked in fear.

After a while, the second bold man stepped forward cautiously and kicked the white ball with his foot.

no response.

A few seconds later, the street was filled with shocked voices, the road was blocked, and the halfway drivers stopped to join the onlookers, talking a lot.

Humans suddenly realized that what Zemo said was true. In the past 15 years—the monitors who have almost become a part of life and order have become scrap metal at this moment. As for the surveillance on the street?Compared with the high-intensity surveillance robot police, it seems that these small monitors are nothing.

Despite this, the civilized areas on the earth still maintain considerable self-discipline during the daytime. After being shocked, human beings returned to their own lives as if they hadn’t seen it. They should work and go shopping, as if nothing happened.

When night came, everything changed.

In New York, the protection between human and super human city has become a decoration. Super human and human overrun each other's walls. Even if a few real policemen come forward, they can't prevent people from the two urban areas from escaping from each other, let alone those unstoppable superhumans. Those who can.

And the remaining ordinary people, some are hiding in their homes, afraid to face this world without surveillance and safety.Some people covered themselves with masks and carried weapons, and they hacked the robot police in groups under the lights to vent their anger.Some people fight, some pee anywhere on the side of the road, use spray paint to wave the walls, some people take the opportunity to steal things... These good citizens with an average credit score of 78 points or more are showing their morally unacceptable side at this moment Well, even the smart machines didn't realize that these high-scoring citizens had such a vulgar and shameless side.

The deadliest ones are gangsters and hooligans who are usually strictly controlled in the black streets with a score of less than 75. They almost impatiently step into the city.

All the superheroes and backup team members are dispatched to stabilize the situation, but there are too many people covering their faces in groups. Those who take advantage of the opportunity to rob and commit crimes can be directly hunted down, but those who urinate anywhere, on the street What about people who drink alcohol?Moreover, the number of Chaoying is limited after all, and it is impossible to cover all places.

Tony's steel troops were fully mobilized, effectively suppressing the turmoil in the New York City area. After all, New York is one of the most advanced cities in the United States, and it is fairly easy to control...but other cities are far from enough.

……

In the secret base, some members of the resistance organization were resting, while others were busy.Only Harold Finch was sitting next to the computer, the invisible rich man of genius resting his elbows on his knees, leaning forward, as if his spine was crushed by an invisible weight.

He took off his glasses, covered his forehead with his hands, and exuded despair and sadness all over his body.

The computer's screen fluorescently enveloped his body, and the movie's stereo hummed softly.

【you are not happy. 】The computer said, 【We are about to win.Why, you, unhappy? 】

Harold looked up, his eyes tired.

"I've been thinking, even if Superman is wrong, is what we're doing right?" He said in a painful voice, "I created you to save the world, but... tell me, how many people are expected to be in the world tonight Died in turmoil?"

The computer quickly reported a number.

Harold's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes in pain.He didn't know those people, but he ached for the lives that might have been accidentally injured.

[This is already the best path.I've simulated [-] times and this is the best path. ] The computer repeated, [If you wait until five years later, according to calculations, Superman's power will cause more casualties than it does now. 】

"Human life should not be a pawn." Harold murmured in a low voice, "What qualifications do we have to criticize Superman? We are all executioners for the sake of justice."

The computer flickers silently. Even if every AI can calculate a person's future context based on a little data, it is extremely difficult for a machine to truly understand a person's heart.

[Freedom has a price. 】After a while, the machine said, 【Only in this way can human beings understand what they have lost when they are attached to the system in the fastest and most direct way.Human beings will only reflect on themselves when they see casualties. 】

"There are many times when ordinary people have no choice in this kind of thing." Harold whispered, "You see, when advanced players are playing games, the lives of ordinary people are as insignificant as grass. Regardless of peace, freedom, democracy or dictatorship, when something bad happens, ordinary people are the first to be impacted. This is why I created you back then, because human life should not be classified as high or low, and no human life It should be used to be sacrificed...but what did I do? I actually agree with them that the casualties of ordinary people are inevitable, I..."

"Harold, you're being too hard on yourself."

At this time, a voice came from behind him, and Harold saw a white-haired old man walking towards him.

"Dr. Pym," Harold said.

Hank Pym sat down across from him.

"You are a kind and good man, Harold, and you always care about everyone." Pym said, "But this world needs someone with a long-term vision. He must look to the future. In the majestic history of mankind, , the existence of a single person is like the foam of the waves, the future of the entire human race is worth a little human sacrifice. For the future of all human beings, even if we do not defeat Superman, we must awaken ordinary people and let them realize themselves. If human beings do not awaken If you don’t resist, then human beings will not go far in the end... Besides, we chose to show up at this time, isn’t it because after countless calculations, we concluded that the coup d’état will affect ordinary people the least?”

Harold stared at Dr. Pym.

"You are right, doctor. This is also the reason why I agreed to cooperate with you back then. If it weren't for your quantum technology, I am afraid that my machine and I would have been exposed to the world long ago." He said slowly, " It is true that great men and generals must see far and wide to win. I cannot argue with that, but neither can I forgive myself."

"You can't save everyone." Pym said slowly, "I advise you to try to drive some, Harold. You have not participated in wars and performed missions. But I have participated. In wars, everything is very important." Normal."

"Perhaps." Harold was very tired. "Now, forgive me for going first, Doctor. I feel very tired."

Harold picked up his cane and limped down the corridor.

His eyes were fixed on the front.

"Delete this surveillance video covering me," he said.

He seemed to be talking to himself, but he knew the machine would obey.Although Zemo is nominally the leader of this rebel organization and possesses the highest authority of the artificial intelligence of this 'machine', the machine under Harold's strict control does not have humanity like Jarvis, she looks like a program .However, the actual highest authority is still Harold, even if he himself is not willing.

So, as long as Harold says it, the machine will do it 100%.

Harold came all the way to the prison/confinement room.

Zemo locked Celia in a room with red solar radiation and no windows, and there were no clocks and no fixed meal times, in order to completely confuse and reduce Celia's attention.And Harold used his authority to move her to a normal room, giving her a bed, a small table, and her favorite food made by AI.Also, the kryptonite shackles on her body, which originally amounted to five, were reduced to one.

It wasn't Celia blowing, if Clark was tied up like this, he, a pure-blooded Kryptonian, would definitely be cool.

Harold came to the door of Celia's room. The man still had the style of an old rich man, and he didn't forget to knock on the door before entering the prison/confinement room.

It was already three o'clock in the morning.If it weren't for the events of tonight that made Harold so heavy that he couldn't sleep, or a person of his age, even if he was awake, he must be drinking coffee in pain.Celia was different. When Harold came in, Celia was still in good spirits. She had been imprisoned for nearly a week, and she looked very energetic.

. . . Young people are alive.

"Am I bothering you?" Harold said.

"Anyway, I have nothing to do." Celia crossed her legs on the bed, she raised her chin, "Sit."

There is a feeling of anti-customer.

Harold sat down in the chair, leaning his cane against the wall.Turning her head, Celia was already lying on the table, her chin was resting on her arm, and her light blue eyes were staring at Harold.

For a moment, Harold had an eerie feeling that he couldn't look into the girl's pale eyes.She is the villain's daughter, and she invaded the earth with her father, but her eyes are not as cloudy as the villain's, and on the contrary, her eyes are transparent and clear, like a stream isolated from the world, which can reflect all the evils.

He was almost 60 years old, he was so much older than this girl, but she seemed to see through him the first time they looked at each other.

"Come to talk to me again, Harold?" said Celia. "It's strange why you earthlings always want to talk to a cold and heartless alien."

"I didn't say that." Harold sighed softly, "I just..."

"You are tormented by guilt and pain, Harold." Celia said softly. "It seems that V's plan is very successful, isn't it?"

Harold looked at her.

"I want to know, you have been isolated from the world for a week, and you have no information. What guesses do you have about the situation outside?"

"I don't like being honest with people," Celia said. "If you're going to ask me that kind of question, we need to be fair."

Harold couldn't help but hook his lips.

For some reason, he liked this young girl who was straightforward, honest and scheming.

"I promise you, if your analysis is correct, then I will tell you what happened now."

Celia raised her eyebrows in surprise, "Is that okay? Doesn't this count as betraying them?"

"We've been working on a plan for more than ten years, and if it fails because you know what's going on, then the plan itself has failed," Harold said.

Hearing what he said, Celia blinked, and she also grinned.

"Ok."

Celia slowly sat up straight, the handcuffs on her wrists exuded a bright green light.

"You are very guilty, which means that this matter has a lot to do with you. As far as I know, you have an AI." Xilia said, "So, this matter has something to do with your AI. Superheroes Control the world with a system, and only AI can fight against AI. I guess, V's plan is to use AI to invade and cause chaos, and you are suffering from the chaos that has occurred. Is that so?"

Harold froze slightly.

"You are really smart, Miss Helia." He said, "If it weren't for this special and weird period, I would really like to invite you to join my team."

"It's not intelligence, it's experience." Celia said calmly, "I learned a lot about invasion and war strategies from my father."

According to their agreement, Harold briefly explained what happened today.While talking, he saw that Xi Liya was a little distracted.

"Celia?"

Only then did Celia come back to her senses.

...It really wasn't her intention. She couldn't help being distracted when she thought of Clark appearing in front of the whole world and confronting Zemo.

He must have been handsome then.

Celia found Harold watching her, as if hoping she would say something.Celia shrugged.

"You guys are amazing, and the plan is well done." She said, "Let ordinary people wake up first, discover the unreasonableness of their lives, and plant the seeds of resistance for them. I guess the next step, you will have means to discredit The image of Clark will make humans hate him, and finally—you will appear in front of everyone in the image of the savior and win their support. This is your plan, isn't it?"

Harold was silent for a while.

After a while, he said softly, "We are not here to control the world, Celia, we hope that this earth will return to its past, and then combine the advantages of Superman's system, and countries will work hard to restore human self-order."

"Your internal opinions are not unified, is this just your own idea?" Celia said, "I think Zemo's momentum is to kill Clark, not to change the world."

"Perhaps our individual ideas are different, but in general, we all hope that mankind will have a better future..."

Before Harold finished speaking, Celia laughed.

When she's not smiling, she rolls her eyes like a scheming kitten, but when she smiles, she's as innocent as a child.This is incompatible with her identity, and she always uses this innocent smile to say some terrible things, such as now.

"Do you know the difference between a good guy and a bad guy? When a bad guy achieves his ambitions, he is not afraid to reveal the darkness and schemes in his heart." She said, "But a good guy always has an excuse of righteous words. Maybe ordinary people will To be misled by what's on the surface, but I'm not. To me the world has no pretense of tenderness, you know, Harold. I don't see a righteous man standing up to pressure against authority, but It's two kings who are evenly matched, playing chess with all the resources around them."

Play chess.

Celia said what was in Harold's heart, and his hands trembled.It was just a small movement, and Xilia saw it again.

"You are really not suitable for war, Harold." She smiled softly, "You are too fragile. Is the truth really so tortured for you? But you understand that no matter what, you have chosen to use The turmoil of ordinary people comes to the game."

"We have no choice." Harold murmured as if admonishing himself.

"You had a choice," Celia said. "Would you rather start a war than talk to Superman?"

When the name of Superman was mentioned, Harold froze almost subconsciously. Human beings' fear of Superman was indeed deep in their bones.

"You are not from the earth, you don't understand what Superman means to us. He used that terrible power to suppress the earth. In the past 15 years, what he has left to the world is a cold back and vigorous action." Harrow De tremblingly said, "How dare we put all the chances of turning the tables on a man who controls the world? Even superheroes will show up in front of the world, but he——over the years, even Chaoying has kept him at arm's length, How can we believe that there is still humanity in him?"

Celia watched him silently, and for a split second her expression was that of Thanos, watching a planet benevolently before it was destroyed.

"So, you know that the weakness of Superman who has regained his feelings is me, and you have tried your best to catch me, restrain him with emotions, and refuse to believe that he has a human heart?"

Harold froze.

At that moment, he suddenly couldn't say anything.

"After so many years, you have seen him and other heroes rushing to save the people. You know that their relatives were detained by the government. You even know that his temperament has changed drastically because of the death of his parents. He is indeed not a suitable person. The king, but these years, except for the bad guys, he has never hurt any ordinary people, he even knows your fear, and he has lived in the North Pole for a long time, so he doesn't show his face easily." Xi Liya said, "All of you You know, and then you think there is no humanity in him anymore."

"He has been hurt so many times by humans, but in the end, even though he has gone astray, he is doing his best to bring peace to humans. He has the ability to approach gods, but he is not a god after all. He has tried his best " Xilia said calmly, "You are both worried that he is inhuman, and you also think that after he has me, he will no longer be as self-controlled as before, and will have selfishness. He is wrong anyway, isn't he?"

"Because for so many years, humans have never really understood Superman. You don't want to understand him at all. Humans are always only willing to see what they want. You just want to deal with him. What excuses are you looking for?"

"I……"

"Look, Harold. To me, no matter humans or other races, there is actually an ugly and selfish side. It's just that everyone is willing to show the good side." Celia said patiently , "I don't want to accuse you of anything. People are not for themselves, and heaven and earth are destroyed. Foreign races will always be a serious problem in the hearts of people of the same race. You want to bring down Clark and bring things to this point. It's amazing. But... I Still don't understand why you guys can't be straight up and admit that what you're doing isn't entirely righteous. Do you know what bad guys like us usually do?"

"...?" Harold looked at her suspiciously.

"I wonder, did your artificial intelligence hurt Jarvis?" Celia said.

Harold shook his head. He said, "Tony's AI was evacuated at the last moment. It is a viral program with very tenacious vitality. As long as the world network is cut off, Tony's self-operating system is enough to restore it."

"Great." Celia smiled, "Because I don't think about righteousness and the future of a certain race. If anything happens to Jarvis or any superhero in this matter, I will I swear that all of you who participated in this matter will be buried with them. If you go too far, I will destroy the earth for revenge, simple as that."

At this moment, Harold's back was soaked—although Celia laughed many times, but this time, he knew she was serious, the cruelty in her eyes was innocent, she was completely I don't feel that there is anything wrong with my behavior.

After half a second, she raised her head and looked at the camera.

"It seems that your artificial intelligence is nervous." She said, "It's ridiculous that now even machines have emotions, but you refuse to agree that Superman has humanity."

She turned to look at Harold.

"Did I scare you? But that's what I've learned growing up, the world is ruled by the weak and the strong." Celia said, "I was more ruthless than a machine. If you met me a few months ago , even if I stand on the standpoint of Chaoying, even if you kill them, I will not think you are too much, because the weak are prey to the strong. But now I have learned to care about others, guess who changed me?"

Harold fell silent.

Celia sighed softly.

"You are different from them, Harold. He can sacrifice anyone in order to achieve his goals. But you care about all living beings." She said slowly, "And I, to be honest, I have already guessed what you will do next , and have fully mastered the operation method of your base. To be honest-this is really easy to guess, but making Superman crazy, besides making humans hate and resist him, is there any other benefit? They can not care about human life , but you care, don't you?"

"What do you want to say?" Harold said in a low voice.

Celia's elbows rested on the table, fingers lightly crossed.

"We can make a deal." Celia said slowly, "Do you want a solution without casualties? Only I can do it."

Harold's expression moved slightly, and he was about to speak when the door of the room was pushed open with a bang.

Helmut Zemo, who was not wearing a mask, stood at the door, watching Celia and Harold with a polite smile.

"Good evening, both of you," he said. "What are you talking about?"