The name Dewey was a rather unfamiliar name to Black Caesar. Mis

He rightfully placed the name on the imitator he had been talking to before.

Black Caesar wasn't in a hurry to leave, Damocles was there anyway, and it wouldn't disappear out of thin air if he went early or late.

The black Caesar, who was standing in place, put his hand into his pocket, took out a pack of crumpled cigarettes, took out a stick and put it to his mouth, and said vaguely:

"Do you smoke?"

47 shook his head.

A killer like him, who pursues perfect disguise, will not cause himself to be contaminated with the smell of smoke for the sake of momentary pleasure, thus increasing the possibility of exposure.

Black Caesar didn't say anything about 47's refusal, but just groped out a cheap lighter bought on the side of the road from his pocket and lit the cigarette with a click. Mis

"Is Dewey the owner of this bunker?

Aren't you afraid that I'll find out more if you expose his name to me?"

47 shook his head again and said:

"Believe me, if you really investigate him, you will only find that he is an ordinary young man.

There's nothing on his resume that deserves your attention."

Black Caesar frowned, he could confirm that 47 was telling the truth.

How can there be nothing noteworthy about the existence of just a copycat? Mis

To be able to make such a realistic avatar, the resume of this imitator must be at least at the level of Harvard, right?

Black Caesar, who began to have doubts in his mind, took a deep breath of cigarette, and then spewed it out through his nasal passages after passing it through his lungs, and two dragons of smoke covered Black Caesar's face hazy.

"Sounds like you've already done this?"

47 nodded calmly:

"Yes, I think most of the people here have tried to understand Dewey's past.

But there is no doubt that we have no way of discovering anything from Dewey's past experiences.

In the end, we have to admit that it is useless to extrapolate from Dewey's past about his present. Mis

And there's no need for us to do it anymore, because Du Wei always stands with our interests."

Black Caesar was stunned for a moment, until the cigarette in his hand was about to burn to his fingers, then he came back to his senses and dropped the cigarette on the overgrown ground, and then said thoughtfully:

"But you haven't even seen his true face, why do you believe so much in such a guy who only dares to show his face as a virtual image?"

47 tilted his head slightly.

"You seem to be mistaken about something, what you see underground is an artificial intelligence called 'Mimics'.

Although most of the time his thinking pattern is very similar to that of Dewey, he is only an imitator after all.

You'll understand this when you have the opportunity to meet Du Wei." Mis

"What?!"

Black Caesar didn't expect that the most unlikely guess in his heart would come true.

The guy who always appeared in front of them with an avatar turned out to be a highly intelligent artificial AI!

Thinking of the extent to which the imitator had been talking to himself and Vivien, Black Caesar was secretly frightened by this level of AI.

If it weren't for the 47 point, he would have preferred to believe that someone was hiding behind the scenes and manipulating this thing.

Thinking about what these guys just did to Vivien, it's almost certain that the people here have cutting-edge technology far beyond the current level of this world!

How could such an organization have been unknown for so long? Mis

Black Caesar did not understand.

But he also quite understands that the curiosity of a killer is extremely deadly.

So...... Let's stop there.

Black Caesar raised his foot to extinguish the cigarette butt that was still emitting residual heat in the grass, and then said as he walked forward:

"Then I still hope I don't get a chance to meet him.

I'm afraid he'll come up with something I can't refuse and I'll make me die for him."

Hearing this, 47 finally showed a smile on his face and said: "Huh."

"Indeed, the conditions he offers are always impossible to refuse."

Black Caesar raised his eyebrows and said casually:

"Oh? Can you tell me what promises he gave you?"

47 replied while lifting the optical livery used for camouflage, revealing a brand new Audi RS7:

"Sorry, you know, the less information we expose in our business, the safer."

Black Caesar shrugged:

"Well, it's true that I talk more as I get older. Mis

In the past, I would never ask such a boring question."

"Let's go."

……

Damocles headquarters, Italy.

Bruce, who saw the TV news, angrily picked up the little hammer and smashed everything he could see.

Even so, the anger in his heart did not diminish a little, because he had already received feedback from Washington before that.

The most important person in this assassination mission, Black Caesar, is actually not dead! Mis

He spent so much money to find a well-armed and well-trained mercenary, but it fell short!

This is simply a loss to the lady and a soldier!

Damocles' financial situation is even worse!

And Vivian, who has a list of most of Damocles' killers, is also very likely to be dead or arrested!

This means that Damocles' core competitiveness is very likely to be hit hard!

It's all bad news!

The good mood he had maintained for a long time disappeared in an instant! Mis

I'm so at him!

Bruce, who was trembling with anger, even the birthmark on his face was red and dazzling.

At this moment, a pair of hands caressed Bruce's trembling body with anger and wandered deeper down, Bruce stopped venting.

"Bruce, you might as well keep it and me harder.

I'll take care of that for you."

Bruce turned his head to look at his girlfriend Hilde, who had just met him.

Heard's squad used to be part of the ICA organization. Mis

In the battle between the ICA and the Continental Hotel, Hield led the team out of the ICA and went it alone.

Now it is a little famous in the industry.

So Bruce, who couldn't trust his own people, specially poached his team to be a professional "scavenger" for himself.

In the process, Hilde, who can bite and swallow, naturally becomes his girlfriend of Bruce.

I have to say that although Hilde, whose ancestral home is neon, is a little worse in terms of appearance, he is comparable to the industry in terms of skills.

At least these hands that roamed on his body allowed him to enjoy a lot of time.

Of course, there are many retired killers who died under these hands. Mis

Bruce, who felt Hilde's nimble hands, let out a hearty moan from his mouth.

The troubles that had been lingering in my mind just now seemed to disappear with the departure of the liquid.

Bruce, who had entered the time of the sage, was finally able to calm down and think about the problem at this time.

Since Black Caesar is not dead, with this guy's ability, he will most likely detect that he is behind the trouble.

Therefore, in terms of Black Caesar's character, he will definitely not let go of himself who wants to swallow his retirement deposit.

Then Black Caesar is probably already on his way to kill him at this time!

Realizing this, Bruce's whole body couldn't help but tremble. Mis

But soon he realizes that he is not a guy with no hole cards, and there is nothing to fear!

Since the fall of the Kemora family, he has taken the opportunity to take over a lot of the Kemora family's network.

This meant that as soon as Black Caesar entered Italy by public transport, he would have been informed in advance

So as to arrange an ambush!

With Hilde's team, Black Caesar may not be able to survive!

After all, how can a person with only one pair of fists resist four hands?

Thinking of this, Bruce had a smile on his face, and he patted Hilde's buttocks beside him, which looked upright from exercise, and then spoke:

"That's right, and you're here, what do I have to be angry about? Mis

Vivien's kind of waste is dead, and as long as you are there, Damocles will always be at the top!

Then the Black Caesar will be handed over to you.

When that happens, you'll get half of the Black Caesars' retirement benefits!"

Bruce, who knows that if he wants the horse to run, he must let the horse graze.

Hilde's eyes lit up when he heard the payment, and he slowly knelt down and carefully cleaned up for Bruce.

Bruce gasped in his comfortable mouth, and he had already begun to fantasize about the happy times without the black Caesar in thorns.

…… Mis

Du Wei, who had left Damocles to the imitators, was at the Falcon 9 launch base in Space X.

This move can also be regarded as a test of the imitator's ability.

If the impersonator can properly handle the matters related to Damocles, then it proves that the impersonator has the ability to carry out the task of salvation on his own.

In this way, Du Wei will be much easier.

After all, there is a limit to the continuous working time of the human brain, but the machine head that can use liquid cooling to automatically cool down can run for a long time.

This is a point that the human brain can never compare.

And after adopting this dual-brain model, the future that Du Wei envisioned can be realized more quickly. Mis

So when he learned that the imitator had successfully persuaded Black Caesar to work with 47 to destroy Damocles, Du Wei focused all his thoughts on the matter in front of him.

Now he was in a conference room, and at the front of the room was Dr. Mindy, whom he hadn't seen in a long time.

Dr. Mindy used a series of advanced terms to explain that the comet from the Oort cloud would eventually impact the Atlantic Ocean and cause a catastrophe of the magnitude of the world, which was the main topic of the conference - how to reduce the strength of the comet's impact through impact.

"A comet of immense size can indeed be too much for us to deal with, leading to an apocalypse of the world.

But if we split it into thirty small meteoroids, we'd be able to handle it.

So in my calculations, we can first use Falcon 9 to send those drones carrying micro-labeled quantum fission explosives to the sky.

Then let the drone land on the surface of the comet. Mis

It is then drilled deep with a high-strength drill bit.

These quantum fission explosives are then fed in to form a segmented fission reaction that blows the comet into thirty small meteoroids with great precision.

Of course, in order to prevent small meteoroids from harming people, we also need to use ICBMs to shoot accurately at the direction of their fall.

Eventually, the pieces will fall into the Pacific Ocean, where they will be salvaged by Space X's unmanned ships on standby in the Pacific Ocean.

That's all the process for my plan."

Donkey Ske, who hurried from New York to attend the meeting, frowned slightly:

"What is the success rate of this solution in the simulation?" Mis

Hearing this, Dr. Mindy's face showed a hint of embarrassment, but he still told the real data:

"Eighty-one percent."

"Eighty-one percent..."

Donkey shook his head after repeating it:

"Not enough, this probability is not enough.

My wealth is based on the survival of human beings.

So even if there was a 19 percent chance of failure, I wouldn't take that risk. Mis

Refine, I want to hear better."

Dr. Mindy smiled wryly and explained:

"This

It's the best we can do in this time.

The remaining 19 percent must be made up after trial and error.

So it's best for us to have a drill first, if we can succeed, the best, if we can't succeed, then the probability of success next time will definitely increase!"

Hearing this, Donkey Ske's brows furrowed even more:

"Drills? Mis

Even if Falcon Nine was able to recover it many times, the treasury would not be able to sustain us on two missions.

Do you know how expensive those quantum fission explosives are at this stage?

You plan to divide the comet into thirty meteoroids, so how many drones carrying quantum fission explosives do you have prepared?

And what about your fault tolerance?

Even if we have the support of the president, it will be difficult for this money to pass the approval of Congress.

Not to mention that Congress has now become a nominal death because of the terrorist attacks.

If you want to submit it for review, I'm afraid it will have to be delayed for half a month, and this comet will be above us in half a month! Mis

Will we have enough time left to prepare two launches?

Dr. Mindy, I suggest you think about this, you have the life of all mankind in your hands!"

Feeling the pressure on his face, beads of sweat began to form on Dr. Mindy's forehead.

But even so, with his ability, he has already perfected this plan to the extreme, and the remaining nineteen percent are holes that he can't fill in the middle!

Just when the audience fell into an eerie silence, Du Wei, who was sitting at the end, suddenly said:

"I think you've all fallen into a misunderstanding.

The trillions of dollars worth of minerals on that comet have led you down the wrong path. Mis

In the face of life, why should we care about how much benefit that comet will bring us?

Why bother to maintain the integrity of the comet so that we can make better use of it?

It seems to me that the 19% chance of failure is simply because your plan is too complex.

What if Falcon 9 had a nuclear bomb blow up the comet in space from the start?

Dr. Mindy, have you calculated this?"

Hearing Du Wei's words, Dr. Mindy suddenly blushed.

Because he can't be blamed entirely for this, it was Donkey who asked him to make a plan on the premise of ensuring the integrity and recovery of the comet as much as possible. Mis

Otherwise, who wouldn't want to simply and rudely shut them out of their homes?

Therefore, Du Wei's approach of not wanting the commercial value of a comet at all and only considering human security is bound to be criticized by Donkey!

At this time, everyone's eyes also looked at Donkey Ske, whose face was solemn.

The boss, who laid off employees without saying a word, was gloomy and terrible at this time.

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