Chapter 227 Chaos, Diverting Domestic Conflicts

"This is the national situation in America."

Lilith reached out and tapped her forehead, complaining to Susan in front of her: "It can't be changed at all."

"The military-industrial complex, the interest alliance, the civil service group, these entangled behemoths are no longer something that a single hybrid can change."

A huge monster that has been deeply rooted in the bone marrow for a hundred years, composed of economics, politics, ideology, culture, technology... and so on, is not something that a hybrid can change alone.

Maybe the hybrid can kill the head of the military-industrial complex, destroy the company, and destroy those senior executives. But this monster is like a hydra, and has been completely integrated with this country and bound to its bones.

Cut off one head, and another will grow.

Destroy the company, and those new companies will be born immediately, and they will fight like poisonous insects one after another until the head of the hydra appears again.

Force is just to speed up the collapse of America and bring the country closer to the edge of destruction.

"There is an old saying in the East - people can carry a boat, but they can also overturn it."

Lilith raised her head slightly, her eyes solemn.

Susan continued: "People are blind, we only need guidance to achieve the ending we want."

"...It seems possible."

Lilith said to herself, with a big plan in her mind.

In North America, Kassel College, Finger, who was playing on the computer, was picking his toes with one hand and pressing the hard keyboard with the other hand.

In the computer, the character controlled by Finger with one hand was constantly slashing monsters and killing the enemies in front of him.

Finger pressed the keyboard with his fingers, and a set of standard skills was played by Finger, who sat up straight.

In the computer display, the so-called NPC blocking the way was beaten down by him until the last tube of blood was completely reduced to zero.

Finger controlled the character to pick up the treasure chest that fell on the ground and touch the corpse by the way.

"Finally dead."

The remaining serious temperament on the relaxed Finkel's face completely disappeared. Now he is a foot-picking uncle wearing big shorts and flip-flops, a social loser in a sense.

"Oh, it's so boring."

Fingel put down his left hand that was typing on the keyboard, looked at the empty computer room here, and felt a little lonely in his heart.

Kassel College was controlled by Norma. These students and teachers were detained in the concentration camp built by Norma and were managed uniformly. Therefore, Finkel was almost alone wandering in the empty Kassel College.

At the beginning, Finkel was very happy. He could drink the good wine collected by the principal at will, and he could go wherever he wanted in the underground ice cellar without any taboos.

But after a long time, the novelty was gone, and Finkel felt a little bored again.

In addition to the relationship between Finkel and Norma, he would suffer more than ten assassinations a day even in Kassel College. If he went out now, he would definitely go out and be killed on the same day.

Finkel, who was alone, was really no different from a lonely man if he didn't count the vice-principal, Mo Bo (Bai Mo's nickname) and Princess Eri of the Snake Eight Clan who appeared from time to time.

He needed to keep an eye on the heroes who appeared around him and shouted "justice", "hope" and "courage" to prevent himself, the villain who destroyed the world, from being killed by sneak attacks without martial ethics.

Now Finkel can only play this game alone, and tease his classmates and teachers when he is bored. He has entered a long period of inactivity.

"The principal didn't call either, it's really..."

Ding, ding.

The phone rang, and Finkel, who was motivated, quickly answered the phone and made a mean voice: "Principal... Hello, it's been a long time, oh, it's not the principal..."

Noticing the real phone number, Finkel suppressed the words he wanted to complain about and returned to normal.

"Hello, Finkel von Flinster."

A very crisp female voice came from the phone.

"Am I already so famous?"

Fingal put down the finger that was picking his toes, flicked the black mud in his nails, then pulled out half a piece of toilet paper and wiped the dirt on his nails.

"You are Norma's boyfriend."

His girlfriend is awesome, and Finger has also become awesome.

In response, Finger accepted the compliment shamelessly: "Who are you?"

"Lilith, the American Morgan family, Lilith Morgan."

"Never heard of it." Finger interrupted Lilith's next words very directly.

"..."

"Hey, talk."

"...I want to discuss a cooperation with you."

"Cooperation?"

Fingal scratched his hair. Even now, someone is still looking for me to cooperate...Aren't you afraid of the world's criticism?

Today is April Fool's Day, right?

"What cooperation?"

"Attack the Arctic Circle."

"Together, attack, the Arctic Circle, ha, what, what are you talking about!" Finger's face was full of disbelief.

You, a North American hybrid, and Norma Lawrence, are going to attack the doomsday hybrids in the Arctic Circle together. Is this really what you would say!

In just a moment, Finkel had many guesses in his heart. He randomly found a "helper" and turned his head to look at the computer screen.

"Norma, is this true?"

Norma's figure flashed in the computer and gave an answer at the same time.

"Morgan family, Lilith Morgan came forward as one of the members of Congress, responsible for the Balzac Bridge..."

After seeing a series of identity information, Finkel also understood why she came to him.

America, taken over by Lilith Morgan, is like a patient who is already terminally ill. Any method you use will aggravate her condition. Only external exercise can give her a chance to survive.

It sounds difficult to understand, but compared with history.

This kind of deeds cannot be said to be uncommon, at least it is a level that must be repeated within a hundred years.

"By declaring external wars, and then transferring the pressure of internal conflicts." Finkel clenched his fingers. This is not good news.

What is war? War is the intensification of conflicts that are not controlled by either party. Even if both sides want to suppress the war, they are powerless in the end.

Once the so-called war breaks out, it will never stop. Even if America transfers the conflict, the end result is just that people who are dying of thirst in the desert drink poison and try to survive.

"Yes, the war between artificial intelligence and the doomsday faction, we want to form an alliance with you."

"Why don't you go to Norma?"

"You are a human, she is a machine." Lilith answered this question rationally.

Finkel was a little embarrassed. He thought Norma Lawnes belonged to the human race, and this was resurrection from the dead.

But to outsiders, this was a mechanical riot. Because the living spirit infected the supercomputer, the first space dead spirit, Norma Lawnes, was born.

An inhuman monster ready to destroy humanity!

"She is my girlfriend."

Hearing Finkel's tough reply, Lilith's mouth corners raised and she smiled.

"Very good, I look forward to Finkel's answer, and we'll talk next time."

Susan, who was beside her, saw Lilith's "change" and asked, "How is the situation?"

"The situation is very good."

Lilith flicked her fingers.

"Fingel von Flinster is a vital influence on Norma, and it happens that he is easily disturbed by emotional factors and makes choices that are not in the best interests."

Susan nodded.

This is good news. It can affect Norma by influencing Finkel, so that the out-of-control artificial intelligence Norma is in the plan.

Thinking for a moment, Susan asked curiously: "Fingal really fell in love with the out-of-control intelligence."

"Who knows, maybe, maybe not, but as long as he loves Norma now, that's enough."

"Okay, come and help me process these materials."

"Okay."