As the smoke filled and the dust settled, Mark Kazunga struggled to stand up, slowly standing up straight with the help of a white reporter, shaking his head slightly in a trance, his ears buzzing with the dense sound of gunfire, and he could barely hear the electronic sound in his headphones.

"A non-hostile target approaching at five o'clock, armed with a double-barreled shotgun, countdown to contact 5,4,3,2,1."

"Bang Dang"

Another door was kicked open, and the old servant Mangoche with a shotgun broke in menacingly, and saw that Mark Kazunga was "coerced" by a white reporter, and without saying a word, he raised his shotgun and aimed it at the white reporter and pulled the trigger, ignoring the fact that there was also a Tang Fei with two guns standing on the other side.

"Don't!" Mark Kazunga shouted, but it was too late, the trigger had been pulled and there was a click, but no bullets were coming out of the barrel.

Hell, Mark Kazunga breathed a sigh of relief, it seems that Mangoche was in too much of a hurry when he arrived, and forgot to load his shotgun, after all, he is an old man with no combat experience, and he can't ask for more from him, and it is rare to have this loyalty.

"Mangoche, put down the gun!" After Mark Kazunga finished shouting, he glanced at Tang Fei and his assistant, and the two of them looked indifferent, not feeling nervous at all because of the oolong just now.

Perhaps they had known that Mangoche's shotgun was unloaded, Mark Kazunga thought, and that would explain why they were so calm.

Poor Mangoche saw the bullet holes all over the house and several corpses, his hands trembled with fright, and when he heard the shouting, he immediately threw his shotgun and fell to his knees. As the chairman of the People's Progressive Movement party, Marc Kazunga had never been involved in any major struggles before, and it was naturally the first time that Mangoche, as his personal servant, had seen such a scene.

"Okay, stand up, sit next to you, and don't talk." Mark Kaconga didn't pay much attention to this loyal servant, and quickly turned his head to look at Tang Fei, his eyes bright.

Mark Kazunga took out the headphones, handed them back to Tang Fei, and then asked, "Mr. Tang, can you please explain?" ”

Tang Fei nodded happily and said, "Hehe, how to say it, there are all kinds of religions in this world, and the spiritual leaders of many of these religions always claim that they have the ability to communicate with the gods they believe in, but every time they communicate with the gods, they always have to come up with a variety of sacrifices and rituals, while my situation is much simpler, I only need a computer, mobile phone or headset that can connect to the Internet, and I can hear the voice of God." ”

"God's voice? But what I heard...... It should be an electronic synthesized sound. Mark Kazunga hesitated, he had lived too long, long enough for him to question the existence of the gods, and unlike the old men who longed for a spiritual home before dying, he was not afraid of death, so he had stopped believing in the gods for many years.

"Yes, it's electronic synthesis, haha, for those of us who rely on network signals and mechanical devices in every way, isn't a life that can control all networks and machines like a god?" Tang Fei laughed and said, "Isn't it more like a truly benevolent god than those pseudo-gods who are indifferent to the suffering of believers and will only continue to exploit believers and make believers sacrifice to themselves, who can appear in your perception and solve your troubles and break the desperate situation?" ”

"You mean artificial intelligence?" Mark Kazunga asked, he had heard the concept from his granddaughter Mutta, but he had always thought that artificial intelligence was just an unrealistic fantasy, how could computers understand the human brain, how could machines have intelligence?

"Yes, this great 'god' can also be defined by words like 'artificial intelligence'. As long as there is a network signal, it is its domain, all the picture entry equipment, such as the surveillance cameras installed in the various passages of this room, can be its eyes, all audio entry equipment, such as mobile phones and computers, can be its ears, all audio output devices can be its mouth, therefore, unlike those who create lies for their own profit, this god is real and everywhere. ”

After Tang Fei finished speaking, he raised the gun in his hand, and Mark Kazunga remembered that he had said that it was a prop he used to prove it, and everything that happened just now did confirm Tang Fei's words.

"Oh, wait, the last guests are here." Tang Fei pulled Mark Kaconga to the sofa, helped him sit down, and then opened a tablet computer and placed it on a low cabinet, a surveillance screen was projecting on the screen of the tablet, judging from the perspective that it should be aerial photography.

Tang Fei glanced at the screen and was happy.

"It's really a blood skeleton, so arrogant."

In the picture, three armored vehicles rush to the undefended presidential palace in a zigzag shape, arrogant, and obviously determined to win the bounty.

However, just as the three armored vehicles were about to break through the railing, a sudden change occurred, and one of the armored vehicles exploded without warning, and the air wave overturned it, and after rolling a few times, none of the passengers in the car survived.

Seeing this scene, Tang Fei clapped his hands and exclaimed: "Therefore, modern warfare is an information-led war, and sometimes we don't even need to do it ourselves, we can directly use the enemy's weapons to kill the enemy." ”

The other two armored cars immediately braked suddenly, the four doors were pushed open at the same time, and more than a dozen mercenaries armed to the teeth with various weapons rushed out of the tin cans, and quickly set up a battle queue to leave the armored car and look for cover, sure enough, as Tang Fei said, they were all professional bounty hunters, and they were very different from those rabble just now.

"What should I do?" Mark Kazunga asked nervously, suddenly realizing that he wanted to live a little longer.

"Don't worry, leave it to the miniature armed drone." Tang Fei grinned, and then the picture began to zoom in, and several six-wing drones that looked like children's toys appeared, presumably the same drone was taken from the aerial scene.

But how can such a drone defeat a team of experienced and capable mercenaries? Soon the facts gave the answer.

Just as the mercenaries spotted the drone above and was about to fire, a burst of ultra-high decibel beeps suddenly came from each of their headsets and headphones.

After a brief loss of consciousness, the great pain forced each mercenary to roll on the ground with his ears covered as if he were crazy, and to tear his headset and headset in desperation.

At the same time, several drones fired one after another, with no missed bullets and headshots, and after three seconds, there was no living person in the picture, only corpses on the ground.

“OK。” Tang Fei stretched out his hand and snapped the protective case of the tablet, and said to Mark Kaconga, "These are bloody executioners, there is no need to sympathize, okay, the guests have finished entertaining, let me continue the interview, Your Excellency the President?" ”