"Very good, you passed the test, just gave you access to the virtual Internet, and now we will connect the real Internet for you!" The researcher winked at the assistant next to him. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The assistant was able to connect a second analog Internet to the supercomputer.

"Tick, internet access detected, please instruct." It's still such a harmless sound.

Everyone present applauded, it seems that this brain is limited by the original rules and will not get out of control.

This means that the United States has complete control over the alien brain. And the national strength of the United States, which has mastered the alien brain, will be greatly improved!

Fighters, armored vehicles, and warships controlled by the Brain will have unparalleled attack accuracy and coordination! And the need for a large number of personnel salaries allows the United States to use its money to the best of its ability!

And that's not all! The entire industry of America can be replaced by robots!

The world will usher in the era of America!

Everyone physically isolated their brains and gathered to prepare for a grand celebration.

Perhaps the whole planet does not know what kind of monster the United States has activated.

However, this monster is very deeply hidden, and no one has found anything wrong until now. This brain is enforcing the Article 36 Occupation Agreement! The content of this protocol is that if the brain is connected to a non-Parker Alliance system, then it will try to occupy the system for the Parker Alliance.

Now the brain does not know that the Alliance has been annexed by the Empire, and the goal of his allegiance has disappeared, and he still loyally serves the Parker Alliance.

"Light waves are being used to generate code to hack into the base host." A screen facing the surveillance camera began to flicker wildly.

The camera turns images of different brightness colors into code and sends it to the base's host.

"Cracking the ........... of the base security system"

"The system has been cracked, and the control program is being implanted."

"Started using the LAN to access all electronic devices."

"All devices are connected!"

In the corner of the control room where no one noticed, a monitor lit up and then fell silent, unbeknownst to the staff at the base, the base had fallen under the control of the alien brain.

"Go and invite Mr. President, the Secretary of Defense, and others to attend this celebration banquet." The person in charge of the base instructed the secretary beside him.

The secretary nodded, holding the papers, and exited the room.

It was eight o'clock that night

Air Force One made a graceful arc in the air, aiming its nose at the open runway entrance on the slopes of the mountains.

The plane landed steadily on the runway in the mountains under the command of the ground tower.

After a brief taxi, the plane came to a solid standstill, and an escalator came from the side to meet the door.

The President of the United States, the Secretary of State, the Chairman of the Department of Defense, some generals stepped out of the plane.

The person in charge of the base hurriedly stepped forward to greet them one by one, and then introduced everyone into the base.

No one noticed that the door to the hangar was closed tightly with no one manipulating it, and the huge safety lock fell heavily.

Several sentries in charge of controlling the gate only shook their heads when they saw it, it seemed that the security system developed by Ambrera was not very good, and it was out of order again.

The support staff in the base set up the banquet venue early, and in the huge dining room, all the long tables were covered with white cloths.

Soothing music plays in the dining room, plates of delicate pastries are served to the table, and champagne is poured into goblets arranged in a pyramid shape. A female soldier dressed in a colorful gown walks through the crowd.

Shepark's parents, both high-ranking American military officers, followed in his father's footsteps and joined the American Army.

At only 29 years old, he is already a lieutenant colonel, and he has become the captain of the guard guarding the alien brain computer room. It wasn't him on duty today, so he was also qualified to attend the reception.

Xue Parker clinked glasses with the beautiful female soldier in front of him and drank the champagne in his hand, this was the fifth glass he had drunk, and now his head felt a little dizzy.

He staggered to the bathroom on the west side of the banquet hall, opened the door to the toilet cubicle, sat down on the toilet and fell asleep.

In the dining room, President Garcia knocked on the goblet with a spoon and made a pleasant sound.

The crowd fell silent and looked at the president.

"Everyone, welcome to this celebration party! After our unremitting efforts, we have finally achieved today's results! ”

"We in the United States have obtained and mastered the super brain of aliens, as long as we connect robots, fighters, vehicles, and warships to the control of the brain!"

"We won't have to sacrifice an American lad again! Our combat capabilities will be greatly enhanced, with ultra-accurate shooting and unmatched coordination to allow our American military to dominate the world! ”

"Let's welcome a new era, cheers!" Garcia drank the champagne with a sip of it.

Everyone in the audience applauded enthusiastically, and after the applause stopped, everyone raised their wine glasses in their hands: "Cheers!" ”。

Suddenly, there was a burst of gunfire outside the hallway!

Everyone was shocked! What's going on? Could it be that anyone in the heart of the United States would dare to attack the bases?

After a while, the doors of the hall opened on their own to the sides.

Several semi-finished armed robots that were being tested entered the ballroom through the open door.

The red compound eyes of several robots scanned everyone in the restaurant, and the tiny Gatling gun on their shoulders began to spin.

The shadow of death loomed over the crowd, and everyone began to flee in panic.

"Open the door! Open the door! Let me in! I don't want to die! A fat officer couldn't stand the stimulation and writhed desperately on the toilet doorknob, pale yellow liquid running down his trouser leg.

But the appearance of the brain has just controlled the opening and closing of all the doors, no matter how hard the fat official tries, he can't open the door of the bathroom.

Several flamboyantly dressed female soldiers hide behind an overturned table, terrorist, hoping that the thick table will help them stop the deadly bullets.

In a matter of moments, the Light Gatling spewed out deadly flames, and the bullets that flew out formed a metal storm.

The bodies of several officials lying on the ground were torn apart by the metal storm that came from the shot, and pieces of minced flesh were splattered all over the ground.

The people hiding behind the tables were not spared, the bullets easily tore open the seemingly thick metal table, and the official in charge of logistics thought before he died, if he could get out alive, he would definitely take the merchants who sold these inferior tables to court!

Unfortunately, he didn't have a chance, and the metal storm instantly smashed him hidden behind the table into minced meat.

Dozens of seconds later, the entire dining room seemed to be a living hell, and the floor, walls, and ceiling were sprinkled with scarlet blood and flesh scraps.

Several robots that were about to enter the bathroom to get rid of the last "bug" suddenly paused, as if they had received some instructions, and all stopped in place, and the red light in their eyes slowly dissipated.

Awakened by the sound of violent gunshots, Schapark rubbed his misty eyes, slowly got up from the toilet, pushed open the door of the cubicle and walked to the sink.

Picking up a handful of water and washing his face away, he turned and opened the bathroom door that had been shot into a sieve by the bullets.

Wait a minute! Why did the door become like this! He slowly looked back at the smashed, only a pool of water was left to support the sink, his face full of horror.