The church chimed seven o 'clock.
Inside the opera house two streets away from the University of Ber, a melodious symphony echoed. The Kemen Orchestra from Vienna, Austria, presented an exquisite performance for the audience. Under the leadership of the conductor, all the musicians bowed to the audience.
Taking advantage of the gap between the acts, Sim and the Austrian president, who were sitting in the special seats of the opera house, chatted happily with each other.
"An excellent performance. Evelyn will definitely regret his early exit."
Heinz Feiler smiled like a gentleman. "I'll tell the leader of the Kemen Orchestra for you. I'm sure they'll be honored to receive praise from the Frankberg president. Speaking of which, what's the next performance? "
"The opera 'Turandot', the masterpiece of the famous Italian composer Giacomo Puccini. It will be performed by the Berlin State Orchestra. You can look forward to it." Sim crossed her legs and turned her body sideways as she teased.
The curtains opened again, and the bonfire lit up the stage. Under the deep fanfare, the actors dressed as nomads walked out from the backstage. The beautiful and cold Yuan Dynasty princess, Turandot, solemnly and respectfully ordered the people that if a man could guess her three riddles, she would marry him.
Countless admirers fell under the butcher's knife of the soldiers. Under the lingering smoke, the chaotic atmosphere was vividly created.
Just then, a young man in black armor with a black scarf covering his face slowly walked onto the stage with a violin in his hand. Sim, who was originally immersed in the opera, frowned slightly. He didn't remember such a violinist appearing in "Turandot."
On the stage, two soldiers stepped forward, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws as they held him up with their swords and guns, just like how they held up other martyrs. Looking at the young man, Turandot's frozen face was slightly surprised. She didn't remember such an episode in the plot.
The masked young man smiled at the extras and opened the violin case …
Then, he calmly took out the MP7 submachine gun hidden in the case!
Before anyone could react, he fired two shots at the "soldiers" in front of him and shouted the slogan of the holy war.
"An — La —!"
At the same time, he pulled the trigger with a sinister smile toward the audience.
Blood splattered in the air.
The ear-piercing screams overwhelmed the sound of the bullets. Caught off guard, the audience in the front row was immediately swept away by the bullets. The opera stopped abruptly, and the actors ran backstage in terror toward the emergency exit.
Then, he bumped into another terrorist who was grinning hideously as he pulled the bolt of his gun …
The Opera House was in chaos. Men abandoned their female companions, and women threw away their high heels. When everyone rushed to the exit, a warrior stood up and protected the children behind him. However, he soon died under the gunfire of the assailants.
Ximu, who was sitting in the VIP seat, simply hid under the table. The bodyguards standing next to the two presidents immediately pulled out their pistols and guarded the door of the room.
"Damn it, what's going on? Is there a terrorist attack drill in the show? "Hiding behind the sofa, Heinz said with a pale face.
"This joke isn't funny at all. Don't worry, the Frankberg security force is outside. "Although Ximu's face was also ugly, she had calmed down.
As the president, although he didn't have much decision-making power, he still knew the amount of money the Department of Defense spent on anti-terrorism every year. The Ninth Brigade of the Border Guard was the elite of the elites in the world. A few terrorists were nothing!
Just as the two presidents and a deputy prime minister waited for rescue, the outside was already in chaos.
"The Ber Opera House was attacked by terrorists. There are six gunmen. I repeat, Ber Opera House … "
The police and special forces deployed outside the Opera House quickly entered the theater and exchanged fire with the terrorists. The smoke alarm rang loudly, and the gunshots were endless. The scene was chaotic.
Fortunately, the Ninth Brigade of the Border Guard was present. They were the elites of Frankberg.
Unfortunately, the other party had taken the staff and actors of the opera house hostage. Even the Ninth Brigade had to be cautious.
"Nelson, what are you waiting for! There are only six of them. Hurry up and attack! " Casper, who rushed to the scene, grabbed the walkie-talkie and command. He didn't care about his wig that was blown away in front of the media as he roared into the walkie-talkie.
"Sir, but they held the crew of the Opera House hostage —" Behind the cover, Nelson calmly replied to the officer.
"Idiot, I'll give you two minutes to attack!"
"But sir, there are 57 hostages inside."
"No buts, they are terrorists, and our president is inside! The president of Austria is also inside! Attack, now! "
"… Roger."
Nelson took a deep breath, clenched his fist at his partner, and swung down with force. He signaled to attack.
At this point, there was nothing else to worry about. Even if all 57 hostages had to die, they had to rescue the two presidents.
Attack begins!
…
On the lawn in front of the chapel of the University of Ber, the international student gala continued. But with Jiang Chen's exit, the university students other than Han students began to leave. When the students and reporters who had nothing to do with the gala left, the lawn suddenly became a lot emptier.
Right now, at the side door of the chapel.
Jiang Chen let go of Evelyn's hand and looked at him with a questioning look.
"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Deputy Prime Minister. Is there a problem?"
"No problem, I was just shocked by the vision of the future in Mr. Jiang Chen's speech and wanted to communicate with you. Tonight, I'm attending this gala as a graduate of the University of Ber. Please call me Evelyn. "Evelyn smiled in a friendly manner.
The Deputy Prime Minister was very talkative. Jiang Chen was also happy to make friends with these government officials, so he began to chat with him. To the VR, AR technology mentioned in Jiang Chen's speech, as well as the electric vehicle field that Future Group was about to enter, the Deputy Prime Minister with a science background showed great interest.
Just as the two talked about investment-related matters, the secretary standing behind him received a phone call and his expression suddenly changed. He put away the phone, walked to Evelyn's side, and whispered a few words.
When he heard the secretary's whisper, Evelyn's expression changed as he looked at Jiang Chen apologetically.
"Unfortunately, our conversation has to end here. There is a small situation outside."
"It's okay, business is more important." Jiang Chen smiled.
Watching Evelyn and the others leave, Jiang Chen frowned slightly. Although he didn't understand German, from the bodyguard's whisper to Evelyn, he vaguely sensed something unusual.
He recalled that Carmen told him to come back early in the morning, and an ominous feeling lingered in his mind.
"Excuse me, are you Mr. Jiang Chen?"
Just then, he heard some broken Mandarin coming from behind him.
Jiang Chen turned around and looked at the tall and skinny man walking towards him.
Messy curly hair glistened under the light, and the dark circles under his eyelids were either deep eye sockets or eye bags. Other than the flashing passion in his pupils, he looked very lethargic.
"That's right, and you are?"
"Amos Kimberly, PhD from the University of Ber." The man smiled shyly, revealing his white teeth, and shook Jiang Chen's hand. "About the elementary, intermediate, and advanced artificial intelligence you mentioned in your speech, can I ask in detail? Why are the three stages of logical response, self-compilation, and emotion used as the standard for artificial intelligence? Can you please elaborate? "
"Did I mention it?" Jiang Chen asked, surprised.
Amos nodded affirmatively. He was certain that he didn't miss a single word.
[Did I go too far with my impromptu speech?]
Looking at the eager expression on Amos' face, Jiang Chen felt troubled.
"The current artificial intelligence programs are mostly at the logical response level. Whether it is IBM or Future Group, the application of artificial intelligence is at this level. The program follows the logical rules set by humans and makes logical responses. This is elementary artificial intelligence, and it is the safest artificial intelligence. "
"I can't agree with your point of view. In the frontier of science and technology, there are many research results that can complete the self-compilation function you proposed, and even simulate human emotions. "Amos objected.
Jiang Chen thought for a moment and said.
"It's normal for you to have objections. The standard is set by humans. But I have to correct your point of view here. What I mean by self-compilation is not self-compilation in a broad sense. How should I put it? You can think of it as thinking. It's not thinking out of serving humans and completing the tasks set by humans, but thinking to you and I right now. Are you sure the current technology can do it? "
Faced with Jiang Chen's question, Amos clearly paused and fell into deep thought.
After a long time, he suddenly asked.
"Then did you do it?"
Jiang Chen sighed.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Amos, these are corporate secrets. I'm sorry I can't tell you more."
Jiang Chen looked at Amos' disappointed expression and paused. He took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to him.
"If you are interested, you can join us. We can't teach you the technology for free, but if you are willing to share your knowledge for our ideals, we welcome you to join. "
Jiang Chen didn't care about Amos' shocked expression as he walked into the chapel.
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