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Chapter 131 The Three Kingdoms Stand Alone!

"Pshaw, it's just a little virus, nothing to worry about."

Nailong threw the report on the table and leaned back in his high-backed chair.

The report, titled "Risk Assessment of the Spread of a Novel Neurovirus," was sent by the Ministry of Health in the early hours of the morning. It consists of twelve pages in the main text and thirty-seven pages in the appendix.

The key findings are highlighted in bold red: the route of infection is unknown, the estimated mortality rate is 15% to 30%, there is currently no effective treatment, and the rate of spread conforms to an exponential model.

Milk Dragon only read the summary.

He was concerned about something else.

The footnote on the third page of the report mentions that part of the virus's gene sequence design may be related to the Messier AI.

What used to require top-tier labs, millions of dollars in budgets, and years to complete can now be done by a medical student using a laptop to ask a question to the Messier AI, and in just a few minutes, they can get a complete gene-editing plan.

The cost approaches zero.

The difficulty is close to zero.

The threshold is close to zero.

"Fortunately, we have this Noah AI."

Nailong said in a low voice, tapping his fingers on the table.

Noah AI.

Over the past six months, this name has appeared in every important government document.

The Department of Defense's weapons production line optimization plan, the Department of Agriculture's nutrient block production design, the Department of Energy's power grid dispatching algorithm, and even the Treasury Department's new tax model —

For any problem, simply input the data, wait a few minutes, and you will get a complete solution.

Efficiency can be improved by at least 60%, and costs can be reduced by an unknown amount.

The only cost is:

You must accept Noah AI's logic, accept the design blueprints it provides, and accept those black boxes that you can't understand but can still use.

And, accept the fact that Noah Technologies is not subject to federal government control.

"The work still needs to be done."

Nailong stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window in the office.

Outside the window is the South Lawn of the White House, where several gardeners are trimming the shrubs.

Their movements were mechanical: bend over, prune branches, sweep the fallen leaves into the cart, and then repeat.

These people are not important.

The workers on the assembly line are no longer important.

The white-collar workers in office buildings are no longer important.

Restaurant servers, supermarket cashiers, truck drivers, construction workers —

All professions that rely on repetitive labor are no longer important.

Because they have lost their value.

Productivity no longer depends on human labor, but on machines, algorithms, and those black boxes that swallow waste and spit out finished products.

This is also why he doesn't care at all that the Messiah AI is being used to create these world-destroying viruses.

Because people who are killed by viruses or something are not important.

Nailong turned around and walked back to his desk.

"I am an apostle of the Lord!"

Milk Dragon reached out and covered his chest.

Even through the shirt and coat, you could feel the raised scar on my skin.

These are stigmata.

Every time he touches the scar, he can feel the power surging beneath his skin, like warm blood, like a whisper, like a volcano that may erupt at any moment.

He was incredibly excited.

power.

More power.

He wants to break through to the Silver level, to obtain the next power, and to continue breaking through!

To become the sole ruler of this country—no, this world.

But someone was blocking the way.

"But that damned Noah Technology, that damned Alexander family! They actually refuse to be under my control!"

Milk Dragon's voice echoed in the empty office.

He picked up another report from the table, which was the preliminary conclusion of the Department of Justice's antitrust investigation into Noah Technologies.

The conclusion is brief:

Noah AI's technology architecture is highly fragmented, its core algorithms are unanalyzable, the company is registered in the Cayman Islands, and the Alexander family, the actual controllers, have rejected all government regulatory proposals.

Refuse.

This word angered the dragon.

The value of Noah AI has completely changed ever since the first person to use it to create a food production machine posted the video online.

It is no longer a tool.

It is the only productive force.

Food, weapons, energy, medical care, transportation —

Everything essential for human survival can now be manufactured using Noah AI's blueprints, with the simplest materials, the most basic equipment, and the least amount of labor.

This should have been something the government controlled.

This was something that should have been under his control.

But this damn company refuses federal oversight!

They actually opened up their services completely for free!

Even the most vulnerable commoners can use it!

What are they trying to do?

"This is an attempt to usurp my power, America!"

Milk Dragon threw the report on the ground.

The papers scattered, with a few pages sliding to the edge of the carpet.

He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down.

Anger solves nothing.

He needs to calculate, weigh the pros and cons, and find the most advantageous path.

"But it's alright."

Milk Dragon walked to the map on the wall.

This is an electronic map that displays the real-time dynamics of each state.

Red represents support for New Canaan, blue represents support for the Federation, and purple represents support for Lucien Oldent and the old money group behind him.

The map's color has changed dramatically over the past week.

The widespread adoption of Noah AI has forced states to choose sides.

"After all, this has made those states that were still wavering and waiting for a better price to come to a clear position in this wave."

Milk Dragon looked at the map.

The rust belt around the Great Lakes, including those old money families who were originally hesitant, has now mostly chosen red.

the reason is simple:

Carl Jensen was close by.

Their core support base is right here; they can't escape.

On the East Coast, in New York, almost all the states that were previously in a state of flux have now chosen blue.

Because they are close to Washington and close to the federal government's military.

More importantly, they feared Karl's violent revolution and preferred to maintain the existing order, even though that order was riddled with problems.

of course.

"Damn Bible tape."

Milk Dragon stared at the southern part of the map.

From Texas to Florida, from Tennessee to South Carolina, large areas were stained purple.

That's Lucien's territory. Although they haven't openly confronted each other yet, it's been since he obtained a different path.

They both knew then that the other was not one of them.

A tripartite division.

The situation is clear.

Nailong walked back to his desk and pressed the internal phone button.

"Wan Xinru, come in."

Thirty seconds later, the chief of staff pushed open the door and came in.

"Mr. President."

"Notify the Ministry of Defense that the military deployment against New Canaan proceed as planned, allocate more budget, and prepare more for me."

"Yes."

Wan Xinru turned and left.

Milk Dragon sat back down in his chair and turned on another screen on the table.

Live satellite imagery.

The camera is focused on Michigan, or rather, the northern plains of New Canaan, north of Detroit.

On the screen, thousands of people are lined up for training.

Men, women, and even some children who looked underage.

They were wearing matching gray training uniforms, performing basic movements at the instructor's command:

Push-ups, sit-ups, obstacle courses, and gun disassembly.

There was a high platform in the center of the crowd.

Carl Jensen stood on it.

He was wearing a faded military uniform, holding no weapon, and simply looking down quietly.

Occasionally, he would raise his hand to indicate that a certain action was not in accordance with regulations, or walk to the edge of the platform and say a few words to the instructor.

The distance is too far to hear the sound.

But you can see his face clearly.

There was no fanaticism, no anger, not even a single expression on that face.

There was only a kind of almost mechanical focus.

"Ah, Karl."

"Nailong said softly, a slight smile playing on his lips."

"Now that we have Noah AI, get ready!"

He needs Karl to become strong.

The new Canaan needs to grow stronger.

We need a war that is grand enough, brutal enough, and worthy of being remembered by history.

Then, in front of everyone, he will crush this enemy.

In the most glamorous way.

Use the most dramatic methods.

Use the performance that best suits the Lord's will.

"The Lord's glory won't wait for us for long."

Milk Dragon stared at the screen.

In the video, Carl Jensen suddenly looks up.

His gaze wasn't fixed on the training field or the sky, but rather directly on the direction of the satellite camera.

Hundreds of kilometers apart, separated by the atmosphere, separated by cold metal and glass.

Their eyes met in the void.

Milk Dragon leaned forward slightly.

Carl looked at it for three seconds.

Then he raised his right hand and made a gesture.

It's not a salute.

It wasn't a wave.

He simply extended his index finger and made a light tap in the air.

Pointing in the direction of Washington.

Pointing in the direction of the White House.

Pointing in the direction of the milk dragon.

Then he lowered his hand, turned around, and walked down from the platform.

The images on the screen continued to play; the people on the training field were still moving, dust was still flying, and slogans could be faintly heard through the audio sensor.

"Oh"