Chapter 227 Chaos, Diverting Domestic Conflicts

“This is the state of America.”

Lilith reached out and tapped her forehead, then complained 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 intertwined behemoths are no longer something that a single hybrid can change."

A huge monster that has been deeply rooted in the bones for hundreds of years, composed of economics, politics, ideology, culture, technology... and so on, cannot be changed by the half-bloods alone.

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

If you cut off a head, another will grow back.

Destroy a company, and new companies will be born immediately, fighting one after another like poisonous insects until the head of the Hydra appears again.

The use of force will only accelerate America's collapse and bring the country closer to the brink of destruction.

"There is an old saying in the East: People can carry a boat, but they can also capsize it."

Lilith raised her head slightly, her eyes solemn.

Susan continued, "The people are blind. We only need guidance to achieve the outcome we want."

“…It seems possible.”

Lilith talked to herself, she had a big plan in her mind.

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

Inside the computer, the character controlled by Finkel with one hand is constantly hacking and killing monsters and enemies in front of him.

With his fingers pressing the keyboard, Finkel sat up straight and typed out a set of standard skills.

According to the computer display, the NPC that was said to be blocking the way had his last drop of blood knocked down by him until it was completely reduced to zero.

Finkel controlled the character to pick up the treasure chest that fell on the ground and touch the corpse at the same time.

"Finally dead."

The remaining seriousness on Finkel's face completely disappeared after he relaxed. Now he was just an old man wearing big shorts and flip-flops, a social loser in a sense.

"Oh, it's so boring."

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

Kassel College was controlled by Norma, and all the students and teachers were detained in the concentration camp built by Norma and put under unified management. Therefore, Finkel was almost wandering alone in the empty Kassel College.

At the beginning, Finkel was very happy. He could drink the principal's collection of fine wine as much as he wanted and go anywhere he wanted in the underground ice cellar without any taboos.

But after a long time, the novelty wore off and Finkel felt a little bored again.

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

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

You need to keep an eye on the heroes who appear around you and shout "justice", "hope" and "courage" to prevent yourself, the villain who wants to destroy the world, from being killed by an unethical sneak attack.

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

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

Drop drop, drop drop.

The cell phone rang, and Finkel, who had become motivated, quickly picked up the phone and said in a mean voice: "Principal... Hello, it's been a long time, oh, not the principal..."

Noticing the real phone number, Finkel suppressed the complaints and returned to normal.

"Hello, Fingel von Flinster."

A crisp female voice came from the phone.

“Am I already that famous?”

Finkel put down the fingers that were picking his toes, flicked the black mud inside his nails, then took out half a piece of toilet paper and wiped the dirt off his nails.

"You're Norma's boyfriend."

His girlfriend is awesome, and Finkel becomes more awesome as well.

In response, Finkel accepted the compliment shamelessly as a matter of course: "Who are you."

"Lilith, America Morgan family, Lilith Morgan."

"I haven't heard of it." Finkel interrupted Lilith's next words very directly.

"Hey, talk."

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

"cooperate?"

Finkel scratched his hair. Even now, there are still people who want to cooperate with me... Aren't you afraid of the world's criticism?
Today is April Fools' Day, right?

"What kind of cooperation?"

"Everything to attack the Arctic Circle."

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

You, a North American half-breed, are going to attack the doomsday half-breeds in the Arctic Circle together with Norma Lawless. Is this really something you would say!

In just a moment, Finkel had many guesses in his mind. 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 an answer was given at the same time.

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

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

America, taken over by Lilith Morgan, is like a terminally ill patient. Any method you use will only make her condition worse. Only external exercise can give her a chance of survival.

It sounds difficult to understand, but compare it with history.

This kind of thing cannot be said to be uncommon, but it is at least likely to be repeated within a hundred years.

"By declaring a foreign war, and then diverting the pressure of internal conflicts." Finkel clenched his fingers. This was 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 be stopped. Even if America diverts the conflict, the end result will be that people dying of thirst in the desert will drink poison and try to survive.

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

"Why don't you go find Norma?"

"You are a human and she is a machine." Lilith answered the question rationally.

Finkel was a little embarrassed. He thought Norma Lawrence was a human being, and this was resurrection from the dead.

But to outsiders, this was a mechanical riot. As the living spirits infected the supercomputer, the first Necron was born - Norma Lawless.

Inhuman monsters ready to destroy humanity!

"She's my girlfriend."

Hearing Finkel's tough reply, Lilith raised the corners of her mouth and smiled.

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

Susan, who was beside her, saw Lilith's "change" and asked, "What's going on?"

“It’s going very well.”

Lilith snapped her fingers.

"Fingal von Flint is a crucial influence on Norma, and he happens to be easily influenced by emotional factors and make choices that are not in his best interests."

Susan nodded.

This is good news. By influencing Finkel and then Norma, the out-of-control artificial intelligence Norma can be included in the plan.

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

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

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

"okay."

(End of this chapter)