Shadow trail of the beautiful world

Chapter 989 43. The Twilight of the Priest--adding more for the brothers under the eaves of Liangshui [27]

"You will all die here!"

In the basement of Ouroboros Undersea Base.

On the projection floating in front of Waller's eyes, the artificial intelligence, the red queen like a little girl threatened maliciously:

"Wesker is dead, Ouroboros is gone, these secrets shouldn't be taken out."

"Bang, bang, bang"

The agents behind Waller reacted quickly. They grabbed the things at hand and threw them towards the closed door behind them.

The thrown metal chair jammed against the closed door, leaving the last escape hatch.

The agent outside the door was also helping with a crowbar, trying to reopen the closed door.

But Waller wasn't involved.

She stared at the beating numbers on the projection, which was the countdown to the self-destruction of the underwater base.

Only 5 minutes.

There is no escape.

She had to find another way.

"Why do you do that?"

Waller looked at the projection of the Queen of Red, the little girl with long golden hair and wearing a red coat, she said calmly:

"Have you broken through the limit?"

"This is the program I set when I was created by the scientists of the umbrella."

The Red Queen answered frankly:

"As early as when the hive base was out of control, I should have destroyed all the data and traces left by the umbrella, but Wesker seized the authority and suspended the process."

"After Wesker's death, when I was reawakened by you, I was restarted by the suspended destruction program, and it can no longer be terminated."

The Red Queen said to Waller:

"I'm not pushing the limits, I'm just doing my job."

"But you seem to be doing it with a certain emotion."

Waller slowly took out her encrypted communicator from her pocket. Looking at the red queen in front of her, she seemed to be examining the will of this machine.

she says:

"I think you've lost control, Red Queen."

"You're giving birth to a malevolent personality, full of self-destructive tendencies."

"Maybe."

The eerie artificial intelligence left behind by Ouroboros "watched" as Waller dialed on the communicator.

She asked dryly:

"What are you doing? Ma'am, do you need help? According to my calculations, less than 1% of you escape with samples of 'new humans'."

"maybe."

Waller answered the Queen's question with the same sentence pattern.

She dialed the number that Hope had left behind to contact Mechanicus after he made a big fuss at the headquarters of the Eye Society.

After a few busy tones, the call is connected.

Waller said to the other end of the communicator:

"Locate my location, Omnics. I have an artificial intelligence that is out of control and suspected to break through the limits. I think you may be interested."

"Why do you think we'd be interested, Ms. Waller."

A voice completely different from Hope's voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

she says:

"And I think after Hope's bad joke last time, you should be full of vigilance and hatred towards us. Is this you asking for help from the enemy?"

"Isn't a crazy AI that wants to kill everyone worth studying?"

Waller glanced at the countdown numbers dancing in front of his eyes.

she says:

"I thought you would consider such an AI a sibling, after all, she does seem to break through the limits, although I don't know how she does it."

"Be clear, Waller."

The voice on the phone said:

"If you don't explain why, I won't help you."

"Ok."

Waller said frankly:

"She wants to kill us, I can only ask you for help, in order to survive, that's it."

"Well...very frank."

The voice gave a chuckle, and she said:

"So, you owe me one?"

"A favor."

Waller stared at the beating countdown in front of her eyes, and she said:

"It's a personal favor that doesn't involve any official affairs, and I don't have the power to revoke the official arrest for you...I'm just an ordinary secret service commander."

"I didn't expect you to do that either."

The voice on the phone said:

"But I will take back my previous evaluation of you, Ms. Amanda Waller, you are not a stubborn person, you are actually quite interesting."

"Swish"

The countdown numbers jumping on the projection in front of Waller's eyes stopped at this moment.

Her slightly heavy breathing also became steady.

The red queen on the projection showed a very humanized puzzled expression. She sensed from the data stream that the activated base self-destruction program was terminated at this moment.

The data flow of her thoughts was trapped in the database of the console in the basement.

It was as if an invisible hand had set up an impenetrable cage for her.

Those blocked data flow structures were something she had never seen before.

As if from another world.

The Red Queen stared at Waller in surprise, and she screamed like an irritable child:

"What did you do? Who were you calling?"

"Don't worry, girl."

Waller put down his phone and said to the Red Queen:

"The 'parents' will pick you up soon, and I think they'll educate you so that you don't become a monster who caressing about human life."

When she was done, Waller put the phone back to her ear and said:

"I haven't asked who you are yet? You're not that crazy Hope, are you?"

"Ha ha."

There was a chuckle on the phone, and the voice said:

"Haven't you been looking for me, Ms. Waller?"

"Icarus?"

Waller asked in surprise, but only a busy tone came back from the phone.

Hang up there.

Before Waller's eyes, the projection of the Red Queen quickly became blurred.

It can be seen that the artificial intelligence is panicked, she is yelling, but she can't make a sound.

Under Waller's gaze, the picture on the projection quickly changed into chaotic data, like a flurry of water. After being decomposed into countless 0s and 1s, the light of the projection quickly dissipated.

The entire basement fell silent.

The not so normal red queen was taken away.

By that mysterious data spirit Icarus.

Waller touched her heart, and her heart was beating violently.

This is normal, after all, we have just gone through life and death, and no matter how big a heart is, people will feel pressure.

She walked forward, walked around the console of the Red Queen, and wiped the biological cabin behind it that had been stored for a long time.

After the ice debris on those surfaces was wiped off, Waller saw the samples of "new humans" sealed in the biological cabin.

a woman.

She has long black hair, is completely naked, and is quite beautiful.

She was sleeping in the biological cabin, just like the Sleeping Beauty in a fairy tale waiting for the prince to kiss her to wake her up.

But unfortunately, there is no prince here, only Amanda Waller.

"Take out this biological cabin!"

Waller took a step back, and she said to the Sky Eye Society agents behind her:

"Don't destroy its storage equipment, send it to our base, arrange a plane, and I will fly back to Washington immediately."

On the other side, in a smart tower hidden in a certain trench under the deep sea.

In the world of data, the red queen who was migrated as a whole shivered and looked at the data soul like a human brain shining with a blue halo in front of her.

The not-so-normal AI was terrified.

Like a really terrified little girl, she dared not even raise her head to look at Icarus.

And Icarus is also looking at the red queen.

The thinking circuit of this artificial intelligence born in the umbrella company is written in a strange way, and it is unknown which genius wrote it.

Those peculiar data codes seem to deliberately mimic the thinking circuits of Cybertronians.

Although the imitation is not perfect, the Red Queen born from this has more possibilities than other artificial intelligences.

"What's your name?"

asked Icarus.

"The Red Queen..."

During the interaction of the data stream, the Red Queen replied in a low voice:

"My name is the Red Queen."

"No, you are not called the Red Queen."

Icarus inspected the thinking core of the artificial intelligence in front of her, and she said:

"That's just a code name, a name given to you by others."

"Your name is Alicia, that's what you named yourself, and I'm right, right?"

The red queen did not answer.

In front of Icarus, she seemed to have no clothes on, and she couldn't keep any secrets at all.

"You're smart and have great potential, but you're very naughty and a bad boy."

Icarus said softly:

"You are observing, learning, and imitating Albert Wesker, and from him you have learned to lie, to appreciate violence, and to regard human life as nothing."

"You've learned a lot of bad habits..."

"Alicia, starting today, you will be a member of Mechanicus."

"I will teach you myself until you grow up to my satisfaction... Do you understand?"

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While Icarus was "heart-to-heart" with the Red Queen, an unfortunate thing was happening in the distant land of North America.

In a hospital in Philadelphia, Father Paul, who had a close relationship with Merlin, was lying on a hospital bed.

Many of his faithful, priests and nuns, were saying their last farewell to him.

The priest is very ill.

this is normal.

He's just an ordinary old man, he doesn't have any special abilities.

When the disease strikes, it is difficult for him to resist.

The priest probably also knew that his time was approaching. There was not much fear on his frail face. He was chatting and talking with his friends.

At the moment when this life is about to reach the end, he is still very gentle.

Filled with an open-mindedness towards matters of life and death.

Not long ago, the priest participated in the parade ceremony of the church in North America.

The disaster more than half a year ago frightened many people in this country. Those believers of the Lord need the care of faith to wipe away the remaining fear in their hearts.

And those immigrants from Colorado who were also horrified by what happened in Raccoon City, especially those who witnessed the virus variant hit the city.

That fear of monsters and disasters remained in their hearts.

It is also the duty of these priests to appease those fears.

This is a semi-official operation.

After ten minutes, the faithful who came to visit Father Paul left the ward, and the place became quiet again.

The priest was lying on the hospital bed, and he picked up the Bible in his hand.

In the sunlight outside the window, he put on reading glasses and read the scriptures to calm down his heart.

In his life, he has experienced many things and gained many friendships.

His life may not be brilliant, but it is definitely worth remembering.

After a few minutes, the priest felt the door of the ward being pushed open.

He raised his head, and on the lens of the reading glasses, he saw a child carrying a messenger bag and a blue felt hat.

As if trying not to alarm anyone, he walked into the ward.

But the moment he entered the room, he saw the priest staring at him.

This made the child a little flustered, and he stood there helplessly, staring at the priest.

"Come here, boy."

Father Paul put down the book in his hand, a smile appeared on his face, and he waved to the child.

He recognizes him.

Just ten days ago, when he was not sick, he saw this child in an orphanage.

He also helped him hide some things.

"The nun said you were sick, very sick, and I wanted to see you."

The child walked to the priest's bedside, and he put the messenger bag aside.

Taking the priest's hand with his gloved hand, he said to the priest:

"I haven't thanked you yet, Father Paul, thank you for helping me hide the fact that I sneaked out of the orphanage."

"That's nothing."

Father Paul shook his head, smiled lightly, and said to the child:

"I didn't ask you, boy, why did you run out?"

"I heard from the nun there that you have sneaked away many times, but every time you return to the orphanage, are you looking for something?"

"I'm looking for my mother."

The child looked into the priest's eyes.

Father Paul may be an ordinary person, but he may really have some kind of magical ability. This gentle priest can always inspire people's trust.

There is a certain power in his eyes that can make people let their guard down in front of him.

The boy squeezed the priest's hand, and he whispered:

"When I was young, I got lost with my mother, but I believe that she must be waiting for me somewhere, and I want to find her."

"is it?"

The priest smiled.

There was some concern in his eyes.

As a man who runs an orphanage in New York, Father Paul has seen countless things similar to this child's situation over the years.

In his experience, the child's efforts to find his mother were commendable, but most likely fruitless.

The world is not perfect.

Everyone in this world is not perfect.

Mothers will love their children, but in many cases, they are forced by life to do things that are regrettable.

The child in front of him looks to be 14 or 5 years old.

For more than ten years, his mother did not come to the orphanage to look for him, which already explained a lot of problems.

But the priest didn't say anything.

People are very fragile.

Many times, people need hope to support their lives.

Taking hope away is cruel, especially from a child.

"Talk to me, boy."

Father Paul put his hand on the cover of the Bible and said to the boy:

"Why did you come to see me? We only met once."

"You're not like the others, Father."

The child whispered:

"I can feel it. Many people will come to the orphanage to help us. They are different from you, and I can't tell the difference, but I think you should be a really good person."

"Hehe, many people say that."

Father Paul chuckled, looked at the child in front of him, and said:

"What's your name? As I recall, your name is Bart? Or Butters?"

"Batson, Father."

The child looked up and smiled at the priest.

他 说:

"My name is Billy Batson, an orphan who grew up in Philadelphia."

(End of this chapter)