Mr. Z was disappointed and said: "Your greed has already determined your outcome. Isn't it because you think you should always sit on the winner's seat by working so hard?"

The bald man was stunned for a moment, then sneered: "There is something wrong with what you said, Mr. Z."

"What's the problem?" Mr. Z was already a little unhappy.

But the bald man still said: "Since the rule of the game is winner mode, then there is no problem with my desperate efforts. But I can hear from your tone that you don't like people like me who try their best to achieve their goals.

! What's more, compared with this woman, my efforts are more upright. Could it be said that a person who strives to take the right path can still

Not as good as someone whose hands are stained with blood?"

The girl with smoky makeup lowered her head and clenched her hands tightly until her knuckles were white.

Mr. Z frowned and said, "I don't want to hear anything else from you, so...you can either leave your ID and leave now, or you can stay here with your life."

The bald man continued to sneer: "Look, what I said is absolutely right. You don't look down on those people who work hard to crawl out of the gutter. You have already chosen your heir, and no matter what wrong things this heir has done,

, as long as she admits her mistake now, she can start a new life again! The rules of this game are really fair to the extreme!"

Mr. Z looked at the bald man coldly, and then said: "Bob, collect his ID and send him downstairs."

Bob at the window immediately turned around and walked over.

Seeing Bob approaching, the bald man suddenly opened his shirt, revealing the explosive/device tied to his body and said: "Mr. Z, I had already thought about it before I came here today. If I can't succeed, I won't allow others to do it.

No one can succeed, so I'm sorry Mr. Z, although I am very grateful to you for giving me such a rare opportunity, but if I don't get what I want, I would rather destroy it completely!"

With that said, the bald man pressed the detonation button.

But the explosion of art did not happen, and the bald man looking up at the ceiling failed to draw a "gorgeous" end to his life.

The girl with smoky makeup raised her head, her eyes still filled with sympathy.

The hand of the pink-faced man slowly loosened his grip on the knife, and he hissed: "A lunatic like you has no right to be buried with you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Bob stepped forward and grabbed the bald man's neck. With a strong force, he broke the bald man's neck as easily as breaking finger biscuits.

His eyes were full of shock, anger and unwillingness, but he had no chance to struggle anymore.

Mr. Z sighed and said: "You are right... I have chosen my successor a long time ago, but I also hope to see that the person I choose can win in an honest and fair way through these two games."

Standing in front of me... But obviously, I was wrong, everyone here is not qualified to enter the final calculation sequence, the algorithm has ruled out all of us from the beginning."

The girl with smoky makeup kept looking at the body of the bald man.

After Bob killed the bald man, he dragged his body downstairs.

As soon as Bob left, there were no other guards around Mr. Z.

The pink-faced man who stayed until the end looked at Mr. Z and said: "Then it should be clear why I stay here, right?"

Mr. Z coughed and then laughed and said: "In the era of algorithms, the best way to measure a person is the value coefficient. The weak will not receive the slightest pity or sympathy in the era of algorithms, because we will slowly realize that biological

The emotional coefficient brought by the algorithm itself, such as sympathy for the weak, is nothing but a cheap burden that cannot provide any help to the overall advancement of society. If human beings really want to achieve leapfrog progress and reach a new level of civilization,

The premise is to discard some non-essential algorithms as a human being, so... although I know that you are here to kill me because of your sister, I don't feel that my death will cause any loss to my entire plan.

The algorithm has taken root on the Internet, and it will break out of the ground and grow into a towering tree. Unless the soil is completely cleared with an EMP bomb that can envelop the world, no one can stop it, just like as a

Individuals, no one has the ability to stop the wheel of progress of the times."

The pink-faced man patiently listened to Mr. Z’s long words.

His hand holding the knife trembled slightly, and the girl with smoky makeup asked: "If the emotional coefficient is destined to be abandoned in the algorithm era, why did you choose to get to where you are today in the first place? Isn't it to reunite with your lover again?

?"

After hearing this, Mr. Z's body trembled, and he began to cough violently again, each time accompanied by physical tremors.

After a while, when the sound of Bob coming upstairs was heard, Mr. Z looked at the pink-faced man with a smile and said, "Hurry up and do it. If it's late, you won't have the chance to kill me."

The pink-faced man's hand had already tightened his grip on the handle of the knife, but he still didn't draw the knife.

It was obvious that the man in front of him was the one who exposed his sister's personal information. It was obvious that as long as the police call was timely enough, she would not die... It was obvious that as long as a knife was used, the enemy could be killed...

…

When Bob returned to the second floor, Mr. Z was the only one left on the second floor.

The pink-faced man and the girl with smoky makeup are gone.

Mr. Z stood in front of the window and looked at the fire in the town and asked: "Isn't she here yet?"

Bob replied: "No."

"That's it... what a pity... I thought I could see her again..." Mr. Z laughed at himself, then turned around and asked Bob: "If I die here, will you take your sister with you?"

where?"

Bob didn't have this concept. She shook her head: "I don't know. There is no answer in my program."

Mr. Z nodded, and then said: "Then I will give you an order."

"OK."

Mr. Z turned around and said: "A long time ago, a kind mother-in-law told me that it is normal for people to feel homesick when they are wandering outside. When you feel sad, you might as well tell it and leave the story in one place.

, I will feel better, so... I want to leave my intelligence sample with you after my death, and what you have to do is to take it home, return to the place where I was born, and be an ordinary person
Chapter completed!