In response to Ethan's inquiry, Harold smiled faintly.

"Don't worry."

He raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a complicated look in his eyes: "It's not some idiot's problem, your worries are normal, after my friend was killed, do you think I will still trust the authorities?" ”

"And from the beginning, I set the machine into a black box."

"No one can control it."

Harold took off his black-rimmed glasses and rubbed his eyes, "That includes me, too." ”

"And there are a lot of restrictions, and the most important thing is that every once in a while, the machine is completely restarted to make sure that it doesn't become self-aware."

"In my opinion, it's just a tool."

"A tool that can only operate according to a fixed program, can only send out information, and cannot receive instructions."

Hearing this, Ethan also understood.

The so-called high-level people mentioned by the other party before do not exist at all, and when the machine detects that someone's life is in danger, it will directly contact Harold through various means.

And after this guy got the social security number, he did everything he could to save people.

"Thank you for your candor."

Ethan patted Harold on the shoulder, shook his head and said, "I regret what you went through before. ”

"Thank you."

The latter wiped his glasses and put them back on: "Mayor Morgan, do you have any good suggestions for the next?" ”

"Whereas, you've ever been a sheriff."

With a hint of tears in his eyes, this guy smiled, "In this aspect of investigation, it should be your specialty." ”

"What are we supposed to do?"

It's already clear that the policewoman named Carter wants to take revenge, maybe she wants to get in the way and create the illusion that HR eats black.

Thus causing the monopoly to retaliate.

What Harold wants to do is to defuse the outbreak of this large-scale conflict, so as not to hurt innocent people.

So now there is only one thing that can be done.

"It's simple."

Snatching the beer bottle back from Shaw's hand, Ethan walked over to the sofa and sat down: "The only thing I can do now is to contact that friend of yours, Detective Carter!" ”

"Figure out what the hell she wants to do."

"Only in this way can we purposefully dissolve conflicts, instead of flying like a fly without a head."

Harold was stunned.

Still, he picked up his phone and dialed Carter's number, imagining how a headless fly would fly.

"Stingy."

Shaw raised his middle finger at Ethan and opened the refrigerator next to him.

"Huh~"

She grabbed two beers and whistled.

The horse dog named Little Bear pounced quickly, but when it approached the sofa, it stopped abruptly, tilted its head to look at Ethan, and the stranger's evil aura made it dare not approach.

With a smile, Ethan showed his white teeth.

In his eyes, there was also a sharp glow.

This move made the horse dog take a few steps back in fright.

"Come here, Little Bear."

Shaw threw the unopened beer onto Ethan and said dissatisfiedly, "Damn it, put away your bad taste." ”

Her thoughts are the same as those of the other party, there are nearly forty people on the whiteboard, and no matter how much she tracks them, she can only figure out what Carter wants to do before deciding on her next move.

"Hahaha."

Ethan chuckled and grabbed Shaw's arm and took her into his arms.

His actions almost didn't make Harold's jaw drop, and in his heart Shaw was synonymous with violence, and he couldn't imagine when the two guys had become so close.

The bear clung to the ground in dissatisfaction, but did not dare to roar.

"No one answered."

Harold looked away from Shaw and quietly gave Ethan a thumbs up.

"Expected."

Ethan's waist was pinched hard, and he hissed and let Xiao go: "Since the other party has made up his mind to do this, he will not be easily disturbed, and I believe that Detective Carter also expected to be exposed." ”

"Anyway, you better find her as soon as possible."

He spoke casually, continuing to sip his beer without taking a sip, his eyes scanning Harold.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually came up with artificial intelligence.

Fortunately, it's a black box that can't be controlled, otherwise this news will be too terrifying, but I must pay attention to it in the future, and I must not communicate on the phone if there are any important things.

The thought of a machine listening to the call at any time made him feel a thrill.

Minutes and seconds passed.

Not only did he not call back, but even Xiao's calls to the past went unanswered.

The two men looked a little flustered, from trying to figure out what was going on to worrying about Detective Carter's life, after all, the machine can only detect the kind of planned crime.

There will be no warning for a sudden encounter.

Just as their mood gradually became impetuous, a low sound sounded, and a small note spat out from a machine next to the computer desk.

Hearing this, Harold reflexively ripped the note off.

Looking at the number on it, he skillfully opened the website of the Social Security Administration, and searched for the corresponding information of the social security number by hiding the administrator privileges.

"Shet."

Looking at the computer screen, Harold's eyes widened.

"What's wrong?"

Shaw sent another text message to Carter, asking puzzled.

The other party is always upright, and everything is quite British gentleman's style, and there are few times when he is rude.

Harold moved the mouse and tapped quickly.

The printer next to him quickly spit out an A4 paper-sized photo, he grabbed the photo with a hint of residual warmth, and showed it to the two people opposite: "You must not believe who is in trouble." ”

The photo shows a black man.

He is in his fifties, his hair is gray, and his expression looks quite serious, revealing the momentum of a superior person.

"Who?"

Ethan questioned.

"Alonzo Quinn."

Harold stood up and limped toward the whiteboard: "He's the chief of staff to the mayor of New York and the godfather of Detective Carter's dead boyfriend." ”

"Mayor Morgan, Ms. Xiao, please take a trip."

He looked at the picture in his hand, frowned, and said, "Figure out what trouble our Mr. Quinn is getting into." ”

Ethan and Shaw looked at each other and stood up at the same time.

"Wait a minute."

At this moment, Harold stopped their movements and tapped the Bluetooth headset to connect the phone: "Mr. Reese, did you find Detective Carter?" ”

"Huh?"

"Are you sure?"

The tone was one sentence after another, and Harold's fingers trembled.

After hearing what was said by the other side, his expression was extremely shocked, he gritted his teeth and raised his arm, and moved the photo he wanted to paste next to him until he came to the top of HR's photo wall.

On top of Simmons, take the photo again. (End of chapter)