Marvel: Ma'am, I'm your husband's boss

Vulture nodded thoughtfully.

Fisk turned his attention back to Zhao Hailun, "Tell me, do you have any other problems?"

Zhao Hailun pondered for a moment, and said with an embarrassed tone: "Actually, these two problems are the ones I overlooked before. This is the first problem, which is the problem of the control chip."

Zhao Hailun stretched out his palm and gestured continuously: "All tyrants are controlled by the chip in their brains, because they do not have the ability to think for themselves. At most, they have some subconsciousness, or beast instincts, but this kind of subconsciousness cannot completely control their bodies to actively fight.

By stimulating them with electric current through the chip, they can perform simple tasks, such as moving forward, attacking a specific target and other basic actions. However, it should be noted that this only allows them to perform tasks with relatively simple operating procedures. They are like robots with simple programs.

If you want to control the tyrant like a puppet, as if you were controlling your own arms, you must perform real-time control, just like playing a role-playing computer game, every action command must be issued accurately and feedback information must be received in a timely manner.

However, this also places very high demands on the occupancy rate of the computing core. The computing power required is extremely huge, like a huge black hole that constantly devours resources.

Simply put, the more tyrants you need to control, the more computing power you need. This is a vicious cycle.

This means that in actual operation, if we want to use Tyrant on a large scale for combat or to perform complex tasks, our existing computing equipment may not be able to meet the demand, and we will face the risk of control delay or loss of control due to insufficient computing power. This is a difficult problem that needs to be solved urgently. We must find new computing technologies or optimization algorithms to break through this bottleneck, otherwise this problem will seriously limit the actual application effect of Tyrant.

However, if the computing power collapses while commanding the Tyrant to fight, the Tyrant is likely to enter a standby state, or be controlled by its own biological instincts, that is, the instincts of wild beasts, and start to frantically attack everything it can encounter, and start to frantically attack all living things it can touch..."

After Zhao Hailun finished talking about his first problem, he started talking about the second one.

"The second problem is still the T-virus problem. Although vibranium can inhibit the spread of the T-virus, it cannot completely eliminate the infectiousness of the T-virus. More importantly, vibranium can inhibit the activity of the T-virus, which will greatly reduce the strength of the tyrant."

Fisk interrupted Zhao Helen as she asked the second question: "Don't worry about that. All T virus carriers who go to the Marvel World through the elevator will no longer spread the virus, and will no longer suffer from the troubles of the passage of time, and will no longer become mummies. The reason why I want to activate the Tyrant this time is because I have found a way to overcome the problem."

Zhao Hailun tilted her head in confusion, her tone full of curiosity, "What method did you use?" She was really very curious. You know, she had gone to great lengths to find a way to bring the people in this world to the Marvel world. Now Fisk inexplicably told him the method he had found. This made Zhao Hailun feel surprised and very curious at the same time.

His eyes were filled with inquiry.

Fisk smiled, but kept it a secret: "The secret cannot be revealed."

Dimitrescu happened to be on the terrace. When he heard Fisk's words, his eyes suddenly lit up. "Fisk, do you mean that I can go on vacation?"

Fisk didn't hesitate too much and nodded directly: "That's right, that's right, how about coming with me to have some fun this time?"

Dimitrescu covered her mouth in disbelief, her face full of shock, and she was extremely excited.

Although no one in this world restricted her freedom, every time Fisk took the elevator to leave this world, Dimitrescu still felt very lonely deep in her heart. It was like being left alone in a quiet corner, extremely lost and lonely.

After she learned that she could suppress the T virus in her body, she moved directly into the laboratory and worked day and night with Zhao Hailun, like a researcher driven by obsession.

She was determined to research a reliable method as soon as possible to bypass the flow of time without turning into a mummy. That was her concern, as well as her desire for freedom and her yearning for the unknown world.

She had stared at the elevator countless times between experiments, imagining what the world outside looked like.

However, she didn't expect that the surprise would come so quickly before she had completely found the method.

At this moment, Dimitrescu's eyes were sparkling, as if there were stars twinkling in them, that was the light ignited by the long-suppressed expectations.

She walked up to Fisk eagerly and said in her unique voice: "Really?

Can I really go on vacation with you to the outside world?

This is just like a beautiful dream." Her hands trembled slightly, as if she couldn't quite believe this sudden happiness.

"Of course!" Fisk said decisively without any hesitation: "However, after this time, in addition to relaxation and vacation, we may have to fight."

"It's okay!" Dimitrescu didn't care at all: "I can also join the battle!" She twisted her arms quickly, and the black mycelium continued to entangle.

She just shook lightly, and the black hyphae quickly squirmed and contracted like living things. Under the gaze of everyone, the front end of her arm underwent amazing changes in an instant.

The original arm part gradually formed into the shape of a sharp knife, and the blade showed a silver-gray luster, flashing a mysterious and dangerous light in the sun. Looking closely, it turned out to be extremely precious vibranium.

It turns out that Dimitrescu had cleverly buried a sharp vibranium blade in his body.

The blade made of vibranium looked as thin as a cicada's wing, but it faintly revealed an indestructible momentum, as if it could easily cut through any hard object in the world. As Dimitrescu swung his arm, the vibranium blade passed through the air, making a chilling whistling sound.

It was as if the entire space was being torn apart.

Fisk smiled and hugged Dimitrescu tightly. "I mean, you just need to have a good vacation there, and I can take care of the rest. Also, Bella, Cassandra, and Daniela, come along too, just relax."

Dimitrescu nodded, and suddenly seemed to remember something and said, "Oh, I just heard you talking about the control of the tyrant." She turned her eyes to Zhao Hailun, who immediately understood, "Dimitrescu, are you planning to..."

The two of them were talking like they were playing a charade, and Fisk was completely confused.

Fortunately, the two of them were not prepared to keep this mystery going.

The black mycelium on Dimitrescu's hand shrank, and the sharp vibranium blade was retracted into the body, but the black mycelium did not turn into a snow-white slender palm, but bloomed like a flower, with countless mycelium floating in the air. She continued, "There is actually another way to solve the problem of insufficient computing power, that is, I will be the control center.

I once used mycelium to create a mutant creature that was a fusion of humans and wolves. They had the body shape of humans and the beast instincts of wolves, and I implanted mycelium in their bodies that could be controlled remotely, so that I could influence them within a certain distance and give them orders.

The tyrants have their own fighting instincts, and their chips have already recorded many fighting skills. What they lack is just an information center that can convey commands in real time."

Fisk frowned slightly, as if thinking about the feasibility of this method. Dimitrescu continued to explain: "My mycelium has unique conductivity and perception capabilities, and can quickly receive and transmit information.

Once I establish a connection with the Tyrant's chip, I can directly command the Tyrants just like I control those mutant creatures. Moreover, I can flexibly adjust their action strategies according to the actual situation on the battlefield, which is more flexible and efficient than simply relying on the control of computer chips. "

Zhao Hailun nodded, his eyes flashing with excitement: "If this is really possible, it can indeed solve the current computing power bottleneck problem.

However, we still need to conduct some tests to ensure the stability and safety of this control method. In addition, you need to consume a lot of energy to maintain the vitality of your mycelium. "

Dimitrescu said confidently: "Don't worry, I have absolute confidence in my mycelium. Moreover, I am also looking forward to playing my role in this battle."

Fisk finally spoke, a hint of worry in his voice: "While this is a good idea, I don't want you to be put in danger because of it."

Dimitrescu looked at Fisk tenderly and said, “Don’t worry about me, dear.

I know what I'm doing and I want to contribute to our goals.

Besides, don’t I have three daughters?

Their body structures are similar to mine to some extent. Even if I were alone, I wouldn't be able to cover all the tyrants, but if I counted them, it would definitely be enough.

As for replenishing energy..." A riotous voice suddenly came from Dimitrescu: "Master, I can solve this problem perfectly."

Black mucus suddenly appeared on Dimitrescu's body, and the mucus flowed and spread on her skin like ink.

Then, the Symbiote Riot slowly appeared. It was like a mysterious creature crawling out of the dark abyss, and its form had a strange texture.

Its body is like flowing liquid, constantly rolling and surging, flashing a strange luster under the reflection of the light.

Some black tentacles danced in the air, as if exploring the surrounding environment. Its head gradually took shape, its facial features blurred, and a neutral voice came out of its vague "mouth": "Master, I have reached the edge of splitting, and I can reproduce by splitting at any time.

I can give birth to new offspring who will have all my memories.

Therefore, I will also remain loyal to you. When Lord Dimitrescu is remotely controlling the Tyrant Legion, I can continuously absorb energy and feed it back to Lord Dimitrescu, thereby assisting him in completing the task of controlling the Tyrant.

And my offspring can also help Dimitrescu's daughters draw strength from them."

Dimitrescu nodded, agreeing with Riot's statement, and Dimitrescu said that she could now sense each other's presence, and Riot was not lying.

Fisk frowned slightly. Although he knew that Riot had unique abilities, he was still a little worried about this method of splitting and reproducing and the impact it would bring. He looked at Riot, who was constantly dancing with his tentacles, and said, "This is indeed a method worth trying, but we must ensure that the entire process is under our control and no accidents can occur."

Riot's blurry figure seemed to straighten up, and its neutral voice was a little anxious: "Master, don't worry. Lord Dimitrescu and I have merged into one, and our perceptions are connected. During the process of division, I will ensure that every heir firmly follows our will."

Dimitrescu gently stroked her arm, which still had traces of black slime from when Riot appeared. She said, "I can feel Riot's sincerity, and this method can solve many problems for us. In the process of controlling Tyrant, with Riot's energy feedback, I can convey instructions more stably and efficiently, and I can help you better."

Chapter 213 Weird Fiancee

"Please, take me with you." Ada Wang was wearing her red slit cheongsam, which looked like a beautiful flower blooming in the night. The texture of the cheongsam was smooth and delicate, and it shone like silk under the light.

The slim design perfectly outlines her graceful figure, starting from the tight neckline, down along her graceful neck line, and the slender shoulder line is like the outline of exquisite porcelain.

The high slit design of the cheongsam is extremely bold. With every step she takes, her pale skin will flash through the slit, like a sweet secret hidden in a flower. The black stockings she wears cling to her slender, straight legs like a second layer of skin, adding a bit of mysterious sexiness to her. The black stockings emit a subtle luster, and as she walks, her leg muscles tighten slightly, and the texture of the black stockings changes slightly.

The black high heels she was wearing were thin and high, like sharp cones. The uppers were made of fine leather, reflecting the faint light. When she stood, the high heels made her posture more upright, like a proud swan.

When she walked, every step made a crisp "click" sound, as if it was a unique melody she played, with a fatal temptation that made people's eyes unable to help but be attracted to her.

King Ai Da couldn't remember how long it had been since she last wore such an outfit. The reason why she wore such a charming outfit before was because such an outfit made it easier for her to get close to the target she wanted to get close to.

But since the outbreak of the biochemical crisis.

She never wore anything like it again.

Once upon a time, this cheongsam could show off her figure, which she should be proud of.

But now, she felt a little strange, and the thin clothes on her body made her a little shy. The cheongsam seemed to have a special kind of magic, gently caressing her skin and bringing back her memories of those complicated tasks and scenes of dealing with the target in the past!

Ada Wang lowered her head slightly, her eyes fell on her legs wrapped in black stockings, her mind full of thoughts.

There was one thought that always occupied the highest point in her mind.

In her opinion, this world is beyond salvation. Even though construction is going on in full swing here, she still wants to leave here desperately, leave this damn doomsday world.

She was tired of fighting zombies every day, tired of watching civilization gradually collapse under the erosion of the virus. The once prosperous streets were now filled with the breath of death and despair, and every ruin seemed to be telling the sadness of the world.

Ada Wang only had that thought in her mind, that thought that was like the only twinkling star in the darkness. She imagined that in another world, perhaps there would be no endless fear and chaos, no life distorted by the virus. That was a piece of pure land in her heart, and she was willing to risk everything to pursue it.

She knew that her choice might be despised by others and regarded as a selfish betrayer, but she didn't care. Those so-called friends, under the heavy pressure of the end of the world, were just passers-by who kept each other warm. She gently stroked the cheongsam on her body, as if drawing courage from the soft fabric.

She secretly vowed to leave, even if the road ahead was full of unknown dangers, even if she had to face all the doubts alone, she would never look back. That was her final struggle for her own redemption and freedom.

"Give me a reason. Do you think that your body alone can be used as a boat ticket? You know, the ticket for such a journey is very expensive." Fisk looked up and down at Ada Wang's "classic battle suit" and licked the corner of his mouth lightly with his tongue.

"I am the best corporate spy. I am proficient in the languages ​​of more than a dozen countries and can operate dozens of driving vehicles..." Ada Wang recommended herself, but her eyes were always on Fisk. Seeing that Fisk was unmoved by what she said, she made up her mind and knelt down, reaching out to untie Fisk's belt.

Fisk gently pressed her hand, "Tsk tsk! I'm not interested in you right now, but I do have an idea that you may need to put into practice.

But, before that, how can I trust that you will always be faithful to me? "

Ada Wang was slightly stunned. She didn't expect Fisk to ask this question.

A complex emotion flashed in her eyes, but she didn't know how to prove herself.

Dimitrescu came over dragging a suitcase, and her three daughters followed behind her. She looked down at Ada Wang who was kneeling on the ground, with a mocking smile on her face.

She said to Fisk, "Do you need my help, dear?" Fisk shook his head, still with a playful smile on his face, and looked at Ada Wang and said, "She has to make her own choice... Now, tell me your choice, okay?"

A trace of struggle flashed across Ada Wang's face, and her eyes moved back and forth between Dimitrescu's mocking smile and Fisk's playful expression.

She bit her lips tightly, and the bright red color seemed to reflect the complex emotions in her heart.

She knew that her choice at this moment would determine her fate.

She took a deep breath, as if she had made up her mind, raised her head, and looked directly at Fisk, her eyes gleaming with determination. "I choose to give my life to you, and I will prove my loyalty with my actions. No matter what you ask me to do, I will not have a single complaint." Her voice was soft, but it was filled with unquestionable firmness.

At the same time, her movements were steady and slow. Her slender and dexterous hand slowly reached into the hidden part of the cheongsam, and then she gently pulled out a dagger that was flashing with cold light.

The dagger seemed like a poisonous snake that suddenly appeared from the darkness, carrying a cold aura.

Then, her slightly trembling fingers began to unbutton the cheongsam in front of her, one, two... As the buttons were unbuttoned, the exquisite cheongsam gradually opened up, as if it was a mysterious flower slowly blooming.

Under the cheongsam was a breathtakingly beautiful scene. Her towering mountain-like figure was revealed, and on top of that mountain, she unhesitatingly carved a striking triangle with the tip of her dagger. The triangle seemed to be endowed with some special meaning, and the deep and shallow marks left a permanent mark on her skin.

Blood flowed down her skin, the bright red color winding on her white skin like an evil little snake, dripping onto the ground, splashing tiny blood flowers.