Xu Le waited on the corner of the street for a full two minutes, but still did not see John Reeser come out of the old building opposite, so Xu Le made a judgment: this is probably the place where John Reeser reported after completing his mission, or a base similar to transit and logistics - after all, no one would want to live in such a ghost place except for the poor and the homeless.

When he walked out of the corner of the street, Xu Le hesitated for a moment, he didn't think that his tracking skills were very good, and he relied on his reaction speed beyond the limits of human beings to track all the way, and he could hide in time every time John turned back or looked behind him through reflection.

But will this tactic succeed against a professional who clearly has anti-tracking skills? Xu Le is not sure, at present, John does not have the slightest suspicion, this seems to be too smooth.

The hesitation only existed for a moment, and then Xu Le strode into the dark corridor.

First of all, Xu Le couldn't think of any reason to make the other party go to great lengths to lure him into the bait, and secondly, Xu Le was bold, even if there was an ambush or trap in this abandoned building, Xu Le didn't need to be afraid.

Xu Le stepped lightly on the stairs, and the dusty wooden planks were overwhelmed, and a squeaky sound made Xu Le stop.

Looking up through the gap in the escalator, Xu Le found that it seemed to be an abandoned library, and it was really a good place to hide secrets.

"Mr. Lewis, tea, coffee, cider, what do you prefer?"

John Reese's sarcastic voice floated down from the top of his head, making Xu Le's heart sink, and sure enough, he was discovered.

"No, you don't." Xu Le replied, no longer caring about the annoying noise under his feet, he stepped on the wooden plank and ran up to the second floor in the sound of squeaking and squeaking, and saw two figures.

On the left is John Reese, still with the same underwhelming expression, holding a gun in one hand and a wide-mouth glass in the other, gently swaying the fine whiskey inside.

On the right is a large, large, obese man, with big wavy brown hair, wearing a limited-edition Hulk T-shirt full of oil stains, jeans and sneakers on the lower body, and a pot of fragrant popcorn in his hand.

"See you again." John Reeser raised his glass and said, "Introduction, this is my boss, Harold Fincher, the legendary creator, the father of the 'machine'. ”

"Huh?"

Xu Le had a headache, as if there was a needle drilling back and forth in the back of his head, and the name of this needle was "illogical".

Since stepping on the territory of the American Federation, everything is illogical, everywhere is full of weirdness, Xu Le desperately tries to collect information and keep thinking, but the more information he gets, the more confused he is.

"You ......" Xu Le looked at John suspiciously, "Since you found out, why did you bring me here?" ”

The computer legend who voluntarily abandoned all honors and buried himself in the dust was so easy to see? What is this?

"People are always willing to believe in the truth they have found, and give them a process of searching, so that they can be confident that they have found the right answer." The fat man standing next to John answered the question for John, grinning for an unfathomable smile, but the fat folds on his face were piled up, and it was really unsightly.

What bullshit? Xu Le felt that the needle in the back of his head was drilling harder.

"I know we both have a lot of questions, so given we don't have much time left, why don't we start asking questions now?" The fat man slapped his fleshy palm, turned around and tapped a few times on the keyboard, and many small windows popped up on the screen, each playing a video or audio, without exception, all related to Xu Le.

"What is this?" Xu Le frowned, he only now learned that he had been under the surveillance of others all the time, this feeling was really quite bad.

"This is all the video and audio about you since you stepped into the U.S. Commonwealth, and the 'machine' analyzes your intentions through them." Harold Finch explained.

"I thought the 'machine' would only send you Social Security numbers?" Xu Le looked at John, then at Harold, who was as fat as a mountain of meat, and sneered, "It's no wonder that whoever creates such a tool that everyone can be in awe of will inevitably leave a little convenience for themselves." ”

"Not really." Harold Finch reached out and pulled his long curly hair, pointed at Xu Le with a carrot-like finger, and said, "The 'machine' really only passes us the social security number, and as for these videos and audios, they are all backups that I took from an abnormal data theft, and I see a familiar pattern in this, Mr. Lewis, do you know what that means?" ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Well, let me put it simply, I have reason to believe that there is a second 'machine' in the world, and strangely enough, this 'machine' has never crossed the borders of the United States until you set foot on the territory of the United States. And for more than 40 hours now, it has been watching you alone, just you. Harold Finch put down the popcorn and asked with a serious face, "Mr. Lewis, who are you?" ”

This news was like a large-yield bomb that exploded in his ears, shocking Xu Le's eyes and turning him back to his senses for a long time.

Xu Le knows very well who will be interested in him: the parliament, the mutant or the 19th bureau and the change control center, of course, the mutant will not be able to master the mass surveillance system such as the "machine", even if the mutant has the ability to learn to imitate humans, it will take them at least ten years or even decades to understand these high technologies, even if someone is willing to do it for them, they will not be able to infiltrate the government department into a sieve in a short period of time to obtain the data they need.

In the same way, it is unlikely that the council will master such technology, and despite the experience of superpowers and fighting zombies and mutants, most of the council members are just ordinary people, engaged in ordinary professions, until the outbreak of the disaster changes the trajectory of everyone's life. Even if you can master a lot of resources after becoming an Awakened, it is impossible to make such a thing in such a short time, and the development of technology requires a lot of watering: the wisdom of geniuses, long-term dedication, and a lot of resources.

Then, the only possible options are the 19th Bureau and the Transformation Control Center, these two departments are backed by mountains, sit and enjoy inexhaustible rich resources, and have Liu Yuanzhou and Qiu Zhe to work for them, only they have the conditions to create another "machine".

Nineteen Innings, "The Machine", by Harold Fincher......

Many fragmentary clues collide with each other, and the world spins.

Xu Le finally realized that since receiving that phone call at the Golden Peacock Hotel in Lilonggui, he had stepped into a whirlpool from which he could not extricate himself.

"Boom, boom—"

It's the familiar sound of a propeller again, close at hand.

Another lightsaber-like searchlight, striking in front of you.

Windows shattered, special operations teams flew indoors, shouts of surrender orders to lay down their weapons filled the room, and the sound of tires rubbing against the ground as they braked sharply was heard.