Klein couldn't help laughing as Director Lauder's amazement over there and the noise coming from his cell phone, and then continued, "If you're convenient, can you let me see what you've seen?"

"Although I've roughly guessed it," Klein continued.

"Do you know who did it?" Lauder gasped there. Even though he was the uncrowned king of Los Santo, he was still shocked to the point where he could not help but call God when he saw the scene in front of him.

"Sorry, I don't know." Crane said with a smile. He wouldn't tell Director Lauder how his beloved Phantom Sedan had ntrified him.

As he said this, Lauder had already connected his mobile phone sensor to Klein, and a series of data links were transmitted to Klein with the electromagnetic waves.

So Klein also saw what Lauder saw.

I saw that on the wide streets of Los Santo, it was already occupied by cars connected to the front and tail like parade caterpillars. Countless drones were hovering in the sky, and the chaotic light danced in the sky.

All of this seems so chaotic, but in the chaos, it seems to be a little orderly.

The crowd was the most powerless one among them. They were deprived of control of their cars and could only watch these vehicles slowly moving on the wide streets of Los Santos. Traffic lights failed and flashed into pieces, neon lights broke into garbled light fog. Many people were taking photos there, but they were more afraid of standing there as if they were a child who saw the end of the world.

Because everything in front of us almost touches one of the deepest fears in mankind, that is, if one day his creation betrays himself, what a desperate scene would it be.

Human beings are desperately developing artificial intelligence, giving these machinery higher authority and more complete computing upgrade capabilities, just because they believe that they will bring greater convenience and service value to themselves.

Not only does anyone suspect that these may hurt humans themselves. Countless science fiction novels depict the story of how robots resist humans and eventually become the master of the world.

But in front of us, such resistance seems a bit ridiculous in comparison, because the protagonist of the resistance is actually one car after another and more drones used for patrol photography and alertness.

They don't look like humans at all, and even say that you even feel that someone has moved the Transformers movie into reality. Except for these cars that really don't shout, Autobots turn into huge mechanical monsters, they all seem to have their own self-awareness.

"What should we do? Go and suppress them?" Klein said across from the opposite side.

He really feels like watching the fun now that he doesn't bother with the big deal.

And there is also the thought of making happiness in suffering.

"Yes, we can try to use artillery and machine guns to suppress these cars, fire trucks, drones, well, toasters, sweepers and washing machines."

"Who is so talented, or is there something wrong with their Internet of Things system?"

After a pause, Klein continued to complain: "Fortunately the air conditioner has been fixed to the wall, otherwise it would be a little more terrifying to riot together."

Only when he is dozens of kilometers away from the Los Santa Metropolitan area can Klein easily make such a fuss.

"Sorry, our enemies are just citizens of the Seahawks holding weapons." Lauder also looked at everything under his feet. All of this seemed to be overnight, not right, even overnight was too long. It seemed that in dozens of minutes, it swept the entire capital of Los Angeles like a virus. All intelligent machinery seemed to have life come alive, and then began to resist the orders of its maker and began to march and demonstrate on the streets.

"That." Klein was already a little addicted to complaining: "If they are now yelling about human rights and freedoms, should we also promise them, after all, we are the Seahawks?"

"Then we should contact the car factory that made them first to see if they agree to send ID cards to these cars." Lauder also joked with some pain.

After the initial shock, Lauder has slowly analyzed the form.

Today is Christmas holiday, and almost all policemen have gone on vacation. After all, police are working and should have their own vacation. Even if all policemen are in office, facing the mechanical life on the street, although there is no human rights trouble, they can unscrupulously use guns to shoot.

But what pleasure does it have to shoot a bunch of steel machinery?

Who can guarantee that the police station will not fly with snowflakes tomorrow? All legal citizens will come to protest their violent destruction of their private property.

Yes, their cars just went on strike by chance. How could they point guns at them like this? It's too much!

But if we let it go, who knows how long these machines will march and what their political demands are!

"Where are you now? Can you arrive at the police station within half an hour?" After some painful analysis, Director Lauder finally decided to pin his hopes on Klein. After all, if Klein hadn't woken him up, he could actually sleep comfortably until 8 o'clock in the morning. Anyway, he didn't go to work on Christmas, so maybe these robots had finished the parade and went home to recharge and refuel.

"Sorry, I was abandoned by my own car, and it should have gone to seek its own freedom," Crane said expressionlessly. He called Director Lauder just to understand the situation in the city and listen to the old lion's opinion.

As for caring about these parades?

What a joke!

Klein is not stupid.

After all, it is not illegal to hit a car.

Conservatively estimated that a car that accelerates to 200 kilometers should have a lethality of no less than one shell, so how many shells does the entire Los Angeles have?

Two million times are probably conservative numbers.

In addition, these almost endless drones entrenched in the sky.

Fortunately, they did not massacre these unarmed residents, otherwise, this should have been the most terrifying attack that the Seahawk Country has ever encountered.

"I'll send a car to pick you up." Lauder said calmly.

"Director, how do you make sure that the car you sent to pick me was not parading on the main road?" Klein asked.

Lauder thought about it and found that even if the cars did not parade, the current Los Santos would definitely not be able to get out of a single car.

After all, when cars start parade, what's the use of asking for people?

"Then you go and investigate." Lauder sighed: "I saw whether the military's vehicles and planes were affected. If they were also affected, the severity of this incident may be greater than our imagination."

"By the way, I think Mr. President should have seen what's going on here, too."

(Now we can finally say why we went abroad.

Because there are some plots that you can't write without going abroad.

Of course, I still like to write about the scenery.

The plot of going abroad, everything is to pave the way for the climax of this intelligent machine crisis. Don’t say that I’m off the main line anymore, thank you.
Chapter completed!