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Mr. K suddenly turned his head and saw that another bodyguard had already grabbed Lin Chen and pinned him against the wall.

“Bastards…” Mr. K whispered, “Tonight, the American army is all assembled…”

He pulled out a pistol and aimed it at the bodyguard's head—

"Snapped!"

The bodyguard fell to the ground with a thud, and before he fell, he threw a bottle, which smashed hard into Mr. K's forehead.

Mr. K's legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, motionless.

After confirming that both men were on the ground, Lin Chen manipulated the bodyguard to lower himself down, then casually pulled out a pistol:

"Snapped!"

After taking down the bodyguard, Lin Chen first kicked Mr. K in the forehead, then walked up to the unconscious Mr. Iron Mask, grabbed the little gadget's hand, and pressed it onto his phone.

"Fingerprint is being transmitted." Lin Chen pressed the earpiece.

"receive."

At this moment, Jiang Zhengge had already put on special gloves in front of the control panel of the hub.

He raised his wrist, watching Mr. Iron Mask's fingerprints gradually trace out on the glove, then pressed it onto the panel—

"Drip!"

"Fingerprint verification successful! Welcome, Mr. Iron Face!"

"Let's go." Jiang Zhengge took off his gloves.

Li Zhanyi nodded, raised his pistol, and was the first to rush into the hub.

The moment I entered, a violent dizziness struck me, and I felt as if the world before me was covered with a layer of sticky oil.

She took out an injection and injected herself in the neck to stabilize her senses; only then did the world before her finally become a little clearer.

"This is..."

A massive, multifaceted mainframe floats amidst flowing colored light, with countless transparent pipes connecting it to the outside world.

Directly below the hub, a mirror floats, with symbols of various colors flowing across it.

"Is this the thing..." Jiang Zhengge said as he approached, inserting needles into her neck.

“Depth 3.19, this is really uncomfortable,” Li Zhanyi complained. “Can we see anything from this?”

Jiang Zhengge fiddled with the glass panel for a while, then gently shook his head:

"I don't understand, Isabel, do you have any clue?"

“This is technology we don’t even know,” Professor Isabel’s voice came through. “The Foundation has pushed the boundaries of subspace technology much further than we imagined, but this thing…”

She paused, then said softly:

"This looks like they're using emotional deposits from the subspace... to simulate a person's brain? That's way too far-fetched..."

"Isn't that what artificial intelligence is all about? It's everywhere outside," Jiang Zhengge said.

"It's different. First, I need to explain the concept of strong artificial intelligence to you. The language models that are called AI are actually weak artificial intelligence. Their essence is simulation and matching, and they cannot truly think like humans."

Isabel began to explain.

"Even the most advanced AI currently used by the Bureau of Investigation is only weak artificial intelligence, because no matter how intelligent they are, they cannot reach the level of humans in essence."

“But strong artificial intelligence is different. This thing can iterate on its own and think like a human. In other words, it has self-awareness.”

"With our current computing power, it's simply impossible to build something like this."

"But this thing in front of you... Good heavens, I used to think the Foundation's 'strong artificial intelligence' was just a gimmick to raise funds and scam people! Like 'quantum speed reading,' which is just a complete concept... but this thing seems to actually be..."

"Using the sedimentation of emotions in the subspace to simulate human thought... Holy crap, is that perverted or genius...?"

Isabel was getting a little frantic.

“Decoding will take some time, you don’t need to stay there, I will start a group to study it…” Her voice became weak and feeble.

"Roger that, Lucy. Prepare to evacuate."

Jiang Zhengge took out the door opener, found a corner in the hub's space, and pressed the button.

"Coordinates have been anchored."

"Clap!"

A door appeared out of thin air. Jiang Zhengge opened the door, and there was the cargo hold of the transport plane on the other side.

The two quickly walked through the door and closed it.

"Clap!"

Inside the subspace server room, the door had disappeared, leaving only the faint hum of the machines running.

"Lin Chen, the objective has been achieved, and we have safely evacuated."

"..."

After confirming that Jiang Zhengge and Li Zhanyi had left, Lin Chen looked at the chaotic scene before him.

He could actually kill Mr. Iron Mask right now and get rid of this ugly thing.

But Lin Chen wasn't in a hurry to do that.

After learning that Mr. Iron Face was essentially just a big-headed doll, Lin Chen actually felt that he had some use.

After all, if Mr. K and Mr. Iron Mask die tonight...

Who will endorse Thomas Lin, the mysterious figure from some organization?

"Hey, wake up," Lin Chen nudged Mr. K. "Wake up."

He walked up to Mr. Iron Face and flicked his head with his finger.

"Wake up."

The two slowly woke up, and they raised their heads blankly, looking at Lin Chen.

"what happens?"

“Your bodyguards have betrayed you,” Lin Chen said seriously. “They’ve been bribed by the American military and they want to kill you.”

He sighed, feigning profundity:

"Fortunately, I'm skilled in martial arts and I took them down."

"No, they couldn't possibly betray us!" Mr. K suddenly shouted.

He glared angrily at Lin Chen, his chest heaving like an enraged bull.

Had they been exposed? Just as Lin Chen was pondering what to do, Mr. K suddenly shouted:

"It's Professor M! That mind controller who likes to be whipped and sits in a wheelchair!"

Lin Chen was speechless for a moment.

Professor M... just from the name, he sounds like a heavyweight.

Lin Chen curled his lip and looked at the Iron-Faced Man who hadn't yet recovered:

"It seems they acted faster than me; your security measures are inadequate."

"The reconnaissance company should have taken responsibility tonight. That damn Rambo is such a wimp, he had to provoke you, and he hasn't even beaten you yet," Mr. Iron Face said angrily. "Without Rambo's control, those bastards are probably having a blast at the second half of the party!"

Mr. Iron Mask stood up, closed his armor, and rubbed his wrists.

"I'm going to beat those bastards to a pulp! How dare they put me in this dangerous situation!"

......

Lin Chen felt that the guys in the reconnaissance company were the real Professor M.

Mr. Iron Face said he was teaching them a lesson, but Lin Chen didn't actually feel like they were being taught a lesson.

Demigods are truly a twisted group...

In short, this was the first time Lin Chen had seen those demigods from the reconnaissance company: if you didn't call them demigods, they just looked like strong guerrilla fighters.

As for what their abilities are...

Lin Chen wasn't sure, but for some reason, he felt it wouldn't be very important.

"The access records for the Black Star Hub have been found; they entered using your fingerprint."

Inside the encrypted room, Mr. K handed a report to Mr. Iron Face.

“This means… ‘Mystique’ is also here…” he said gravely.

"..." Lin Chen thought of many sad things before he managed to maintain his expression.

“Thomas, thank you for covering for us tonight,” Mr. K said gratefully, bowing deeply to Lin Chen. “Our cooperation will continue, but it will probably be delayed... As you saw, given tonight’s situation…”

"It's alright. I'm still negotiating the cooperation with the Shen family," Lin Chen waved his hand. "The main reason I wanted to chat with you is to tidy up my own courtyard. If those crazy Americans want to mess with me, I'm afraid I'll be outnumbered."

“We will immediately begin to deal with these spies seriously.” Mr. K bowed.

Lin Chen looked at the Iron-Faced Man beside him. This billionaire had remained silent from the beginning, his expression hidden behind the steel mask.

But Lin Chen knew that this guy was probably still scared.

After all, in that situation just now, if Lin Chen wanted to, he could easily crush him.

The Mind Body can only unleash its full power behind the scenes; it's completely fragile in a direct confrontation.

One swing of the axe and it's all reduced to dust.

"Peak Group appreciates your contributions," Mr. Iron Face said to Lin Chen. "If you need anything, you can contact me."

His tone sounded somewhat harsh, but Lin Chen understood that it was already a miracle that the arrogant Iron-Faced Man would say such a thing.

"It's a pleasure to cooperate with you," Lin Chen said with a smile.

After chatting for a few more minutes, Lin Chen said goodbye and took the elevator directly to the underground parking garage.

Shen Xuanyi's men had already driven his Ferrari 296 into the underground parking garage. Lin Chen found the key he had left on the wheel, got into the driver's seat, and drove to his villa in the Liberty district.

The drone only slowly left after confirming that he had entered the villa.

"Have you confirmed his identity?" Mr. Iron Mask asked Mr. K.

“The villa he’s currently living in… used to belong to Tom Connell,” Mr. K said in a low voice. “That guy worked for us and ended up being hunted down by someone hired on the dark web! So it seems Thomas acquired all his assets at a low price…”

"Oh...this is crucial intelligence, it seems..."

The two looked at each other, while lightning flashed outside the window.

They spoke in unison:

"Thomas Lin truly lives up to his reputation as an elite from that organization; he's ruthless when he strikes..."

"This is a show of force, but also a demonstration of strength..."

“I will work things out with him.” Mr. K bowed deeply.

.......

Chapter 39 The White Horse Knight (First Update)

After entering the villa, Lin Chen returned to the Investigation Bureau's hub through a portal and immediately went to the First Division's office.

As soon as he entered, Li Zhanyi quickly came to greet him.

"What! You're from that organization?!" She stared at Lin Chen in astonishment.

“That organization…” Lucy murmured softly.

"That organization!"

Seeing the girls suddenly go crazy, Lin Chen sighed helplessly.

"I don't even know which organization I've been categorized into..."

"This operation has yielded quite a few unexpected gains," Jiang Zhengge said, seemingly in high spirits. "We were only counting on you to infiltrate and scout ahead, but you've gone deep into enemy territory..."

"Section Chief, what organization do you think they'd mistake me for?" Lin Chen asked curiously.

“Who knows?” Jiang Zhengge shrugged. “In Super America, they even divide genders into 97 categories. How many associations and organizations do you think they have? Only a ghost could know who they’re referring to…”

That actually makes a lot of sense...