"David Lawrence …"
The name was squeezed out of Gray Cloak's teeth. He stared at the old man sitting at the conference table and said word by word.
"… You really made it hard for us to find you."
Hearing the voice floating from the head of the conference table, the old man sitting at the table raised his head slightly and cast his turbid pupils at Gray Cloak sitting there.
"Your safe house is perfect. You really don't need to worry about being disturbed when you hide here to discuss problems."
Hearing these words, Gray Cloak's face quickly became gloomy. He lowered his voice dangerously.
"But you still found me."
There was a commotion at the conference table. Several people sitting next to the old man unconsciously moved their chairs in the opposite direction, trying to increase their sense of security through this insignificant distance.
The old man didn't care about these people's small movements. He looked at Gray Cloak sitting at the head of the conference table with a faint smile on his face. He spoke softly.
"Of course, after all, I am an exception."
Staring into the old man's eyes, Gray Cloak tried to find a flaw in his face, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't read any useful information at all.
Gradually, he became a little impatient. He broke the silence between the two with a tentative tone.
"I heard you are dead."
"Have you watched Sherlock Holmes?"
"What a retro taste."
"Because the other me is such a stubborn classicist." The old man sitting at the table continued in a chatty tone, "Adventurous, daring to bet on the future, but when change came, he showed hesitation … So in the end, we still failed. But like Professor Moriarty in a Sherlock Holmes novel, the villain may lose, but he will never make a hasty exit. "
Noticing Gray Cloak's fearful eyes, the old man suddenly showed a look of realization on his face.
As if he had thought of something, he slyly laughed twice and slowly continued.
"Oh, right. Didn't you say that I'm dead? Strictly speaking, I don't have the concept of biological death. For me, the meaning of existence is to continue to process information … Of course, if you're asking about the man named David Lawrence, he did end his life, although he should have done so long ago. "
Hearing this, Gray Cloak finally figured out what kind of existence this guy in front of him was. He finally figured out who the dead David Lawrence was.
He could not help but feel a faint chill in his heart.
He wasn't afraid of his opponent's strength, but it was hard to muster the courage to fight against an undying opponent.
Especially since he was currently in his opponent's domain …
Thinking of this, Gray Cloak couldn't help but have the intention to retreat. At the same time, he also noticed that he wasn't the only one who had this thought. The other foundation executives sitting here also revealed similar thoughts.
"… So? How did you find this place? "
Looking at Gray Cloak who was staring at him with a fearful gaze, the old man smiled faintly and spoke in a relaxed tone.
"That's easy for me. Think about it. Most of you inherited your accounts from the previous senior executives of the foundation. After that, have you ever seen each other in reality?"
The atmosphere in the conference room instantly dropped to the freezing point.
Gray Cloak's pupils shrank in an instant. His eyes moved quickly in the shadows and began to glance at the familiar faces in the room. The other people sitting at the table also had expressions of surprise and disbelief on their faces because of the old man's words. They began to cast suspicious eyes on the other people sitting next to them.
Looking at everyone's interesting reactions, the old man smiled and continued to speak.
"There's no need to look. When I was created, you weren't even born yet. And from then on, the other me, Mr. David Lawrence, took notice of you. Think about it, why was the ALPHA virus sold to you so coincidentally? Who has been providing you with information security protection? Do you really think that the Pan-Asian Cooperation Security Bureau is not capable enough? Then you think too highly of yourselves. "
Hearing these words, a drop of cold sweat slid across Gray Cloak's forehead.
All of a sudden, an illusion appeared in his heart. He thought that they were hiding in the shadows, but in fact, they were just puppets under someone's control. From the beginning, their every move had never escaped that person's control.
No, maybe it's not an illusion.
And at the same time, at the same time, an even more terrifying possibility appeared in his mind …
As if guessing what was on his mind, the old man smiled and nodded gently.
"Maybe you have guessed it."
"… That's right. Even this conference room itself was provided by me."
The conference room fell into silence.
The faces in front of the conference table turned pale at the same time. A few of them even disconnected from the conference room on the spot, trying to escape something this way.
Even though they knew in their hearts that it was meaningless to do so …
Perhaps they didn't know each other's identities in reality, but the old man who called himself David Lawrence knew them very well. He knew them better than they did.
Gray Cloak, who was sitting at the head of the conference table, relaxed his shoulders slightly.
He, who had confirmed the speculation in his heart from the old man's mouth, relaxed instead.
"… Besides me, how many AIs are there here?"
The old man smiled faintly and asked rhetorically.
"Do I need other identity codes?"
Gray Cloak was silent for a while before continuing.
"… What should I call you?"
Seeing that the attitude of the leader of the foundation in front of him finally became cooperative, the old man nodded with a smile and left a meaningful sentence.
"There is only one David Lawrence, so you can call me that."
"Then, Mr. Lawrence, since you chose to expose your identity and stand here, you must not be here to accompany us losers to chat about the past, right?" Gray Cloak narrowed his eyes slightly and continued, "Tell me, why are you here?"
"Since you can honestly admit your failure, it seems that you are not hopeless." Looking at Gray Cloak's gloomy face, the old man continued in an understated voice, "Don't be so excited. Failure is not scary, let alone losing to such an excellent opponent."
"Don't beat around the bush, I'm busy."
"Let's make a deal."
"Deal?" Gray Cloak narrowed his eyes slightly and continued to ask, "What deal? What do you want from us? "
"I don't want anything from you. I just want to provide you with another option." After a pause, David Lawrence continued, "Obviously, the wheel of history has opened in front of you and me, and it is impossible to reverse the situation. In that case, why not make other plans? "
Gray Cloak frowned. "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is very simple. We can start over in a new world." Lawrence continued in a serious tone as he looked at Gray Cloak, who had an incredible expression on his face, "Let's cooperate. I promise to give you the Promised Land after that."
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